Danulai's Journal

It's just like my life, only smaller. And written.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Paul Simon

This weekend I visited my friends Meghan and Ross. They live a good distance away so it gave me plenty of time to listen to CDs in the car. There was one CD that Mike had left in the van - just the CD, not the case - that was by Paul Simon. I've never been a Paul Simon fan outside a couple songs that I like, so I was pleasantly surprised at how good the CD was. When I got home Philo sat on my lap while I looked over Amazon listings for the CD. There was one song at the beginning that I loved but I couldn't figure out the title. Since the CD had so many good songs I assumed that it was a Greatest Hits, or Best Of, or whatever. But looking at the Amazon listings none of the track lineups seemed familiar.

When Mike got home I asked him what CD it was.

"Graceland," he replied.

I blinked. "Seriously? It's not a greatest hits CD?"

"Nope," he replied.

"Wow," I said. "That's a lot of really good songs for one CD."

"Well, yeah," Mike said. "That's why it's considered one of the 100 greatest albums of all time."

"Huh," I said. "Man, I spent my youth listening to crappy music like Matchbox Twenty and Third Eye Blind. Where was Graceland all my life?"

"Probably in the record store," he replied. "Filed under S. For Simon."

Yeah. Thanks.

Anyway, here's the song I liked so much.



Philo was interested in my YouTube adventures so I played a few songs for him too. We listened while we danced in the chair. This was his favorite by far.



I hope he grows up with better musical taste than I did.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Metaphor

Yesterday was my first day of new teacher orientation. It was dumb. Teachers seem to have a big soft spot for sentimental stuff, so mixed in with the practical information were inspirational stories, poems about education, and get-to-know-you activities. I would have rather taken that time and used it to fix up my office.

One of the things we received yesterday was a new teacher's survival kit. It was a bag with a bunch of random stuff and a card to explain what they were for. For example, it had a string "to tie everything together," a pencil "to write your wrongs," a marble "for when you lose yours," a Hershey's kiss "for when you need some extra hugs and kisses," etc. The last line in the card was, "A jewel, because you're as precious to us as a precious stone." I looked through the bag until I found the "jewel." It was actually a piece of glass.

I think there's a metaphor here about how they value their employees, but I don't want to think about it.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Dressing Oneself

Things are coming along in the new apartment. We're getting there slowly. I can't wait until everything is unpacked and it finally feels like home.

I go back to work tomorrow, so today Mike, Philo and I went out to get some work clothes for me. Almost nothing from last fall still fits, and even though I still have some extra poundage I can't really wear my maternity clothes. So I had to find some new things.

I actually went shopping on Tuesday too and didn't have much luck. I found pants but not much else. As I shopped I was alarmed at how much my body has changed. And it's not just that I've put on weight...I gained bout twenty pounds after grad school so I've had experience dressing a 170 lb self. But this was different. Even though I weigh 170 lbs again it's all in different spots. After shopping on Tuesday I went home discouraged and depressed.

When I went shopping today I concentrated mostly on tops, which I didn't get last time. I tried bigger and bigger sizes and found that nothing hung right, wrapped right, or fit right. I was getting more and more frustrated. Finally I tried on a button-down shirt. I had accidentally grabbed a size that was close to what I had worn before pregnancy. I figured I'd try it on to see if I could estimate what size I'd need. I began buttoning at the bottom and to my shock, it fit. It wasn't until I found myself tugging at the buttons over the chest that I discovered the reason that nothing was fitting.

I was used to dressing a chest that I had two cup sizes ago.

I've never been a chesty girl. In fact, when better-endowed women lamented that they couldn't find anything that fit I'd roll my eyes and tell them that I wished I had that problem. But now I have that problem, and it kinda sucks. Since I don't have time to shop around or go to a tailor I just buy the size that fits over the chest and hope for the best as far as the rest of the garment fits.

At least this preoccupation kept me from dwelling too much on my belly. Oh, my poor belly. I need to work on my abs.

I tried on the outfit that I'm going to wear tomorrow and showed it to Mike. He seemed to like it since I've been dressing myself in his t-shirts and my biggest clothes all summer. I've been wearing baggy things since Philo was born. But I found it discouraging. When I was wearing huge t-shirts I looked chubby but you couldn't tell for sure. Now you can tell for sure. Sigh. At least I live within walking distance of work. Hopefully doing my commute to work on foot will encourage some weight loss.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Moving-in Eve

I am exhausted. Tomorrow we're moving to our new apartment, and this weekend we brought the cats down to our new place to get them settled in. We spent Friday and Saturday night with them, but tonight they're on their own. Mike is pretty concerned about them, but I think they'll be okay. We'll be down tomorrow by noon at the latest to reassure them that they haven't been abandoned.

We spent most of today packing. Right now I'm deeply, deeply regretting putting anything at all on our wedding or baby registries. That dip tray and punch bowl and those zillions of baby outfits seemed cool at the time, but when I see box after box piling up I realize I'll have to haul all that cool stuff out of here and into a new apartment. We should have registered for savings bonds. Those are nice and light.

Honestly, I can't wait to be moved in. I hate having half our stuff in boxes. I hate being so crowded in our apartment. I hate everything in disarray. I hate it.

On the plus side when we were in our new town we went to a nearby church festival. The festival was being put on by the church that we'll probably be attending, so we were able to scope it out a bit. My favorite part was the meat raffle. Yes! A raffle with meat as prizes! I've never heard of that before, but I like the idea of entering a raffle and walking away with a couple of steaks. Unfortunately the raffle numbers were already being drawn when we were there, so we didn't get in on the action. Next year for sure!

Once we get things reasonably unpacked at the new place I'll post photos. And have my sanity back.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Baby Movement - A Photo Documentary

It starts with a baby on the floor.



That's right, start turning around.


Eventually he finds himself facing straight forward.

It's discouraging to photograph Philo sometimes because he looks so cute, but then when the flash goes off he just stares at it. Also, check out that drool. Nice.


After he is correctly oriented, commence rolling!


Roll complete!


"Huh? How did I get here?"


Oh well, it doesn't matter. Off he goes again.


Good job, kiddo!

Swimming

Watching the Olympics has made me yearn for more than dramatic montages. As we watched the men's swim qualifiers last night I said wistfully, "I wish I knew how to swim. It looks like so much fun."

"After we move maybe your parents could come over and watch Philo sometime and I could teach you," Mike said. Our new apartment complex has an indoor pool.

"Maybe," I said.

"You got pretty good at floating the last time we went swimming, " he said. Whenever Mike and I go to a hotel with a pool he tries to give me a swimming lesson. The last one was a year ago when we were in Ohio for a wedding. However, I think that calling what I was doing "floating" is sort of an overstatement. It was more like "not immediately drowning." I could hold myself just below the surface of the water if I barely breathed, kept totally still, and Mike kept one hand on my back.

Somehow I never did learn how to swim properly. My dad taught me how to dog-paddle well enough to keep from drowning if I fell out of a fishing boat with a life vest on. And I do remember having swimming lessons as a child. But somehow it never quite took and I made it to adulthood without being able to swim.

Now it's kind of a lost cause, I think. I'm too old for the type of swimming classes I'd need - the basic kind where they still let you wear those floaty things on your arms - and too afraid of water to take classes that are more advanced. I suppose I could let Mike teach me. One evening a week of swimming lessons would be a fun date. But I wouldn't be too happy to have my neighbors observing my swimming stroke, which consists mostly of a whole lot of thrashing around. That's why hotels are ideal - anyone who sees me will probably be halfway to Minneapolis or Dallas or somewhere else by the following afternoon.

But maybe this fall I will learn how to swim. Mybe. But I don't think you'll be looking for me (and my montage) in the summer Olympics in 2016.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Election '08 Post #1

I get rather passionate about politics. I think I just care far too deeply. As the election nears I’m sure I’ll work myself into a frenzy, but for now I’m able to have a political discussion with a minimum of hand-waving and profanity.

Now, I’ll tell you up front that I’m a Barack Obama supporter. Well, actually, more of a Not-McCain supporter. I’m really glad that it’s Obama on the Democratic ticket, but I’d vote for anyone on that side of the fence this time around. I almost always vote liberal.

One interesting thing is the way that Obama is using technology. I’m not sure if McCain is doing the same thing (although I doubt he is), but Obama currently sends me messages via email, Facebook, and Twitter. I also signed up to have his pick for vice president texted to my phone. I do realize that this is a very clever campaign move to make people feel more personally involved in a grassroots effort, to feel some sort of ownership in the campaign. That being said, I like being plugged into my candidate. If he had a Flickr page with campaign photos I’d look at that too.

John McCain has views on several issues that just make my eyes twitch with anger (over the views, not the issues). Perhaps my biggest hot button issue is education. Here is what McCain’s website says about his views on education.

John McCain believes American education must be worthy of the promise we make to our children and ourselves. He understands that we are a nation committed to equal opportunity, and there is no equal opportunity without equal access to excellent education.

Public education should be defined as one in which our public support for a child's education follows that child into the school the parent chooses. The school is charged with the responsibility of educating the child, and must have the resources and management authority to deliver on that responsibility. They must also report to the parents and the public on their progress.

Sounds good so far, right? Who could disagree with that?

The deplorable status of preparation for our children, particularly in comparison with the rest of the industrialized world, does not allow us the luxury of eliminating options in our educational repertoire.

Okay, come step into an impoverished public school and see how we try to spin straw into gold. See how we try to take crumbling buildings, outdated materials, and overstuffed classrooms and use them to educate children. Spend one day doing our job and then call our performance “deplorable.”

John McCain will fight for the ability of all students to have access to all schools of demonstrated excellence, including their own homes.

No Child Left Behind has focused our attention on the realities of how students perform against a common standard.

“Common standard?” The tests they use vary by state. That’s fairly uniform, but not exactly universal.

John McCain believes that we can no longer accept low standards for some students and high standards for others. In this age of honest reporting, we finally see what is happening to students who were previously invisible. While that is progress all its own, it compels us to seek and find solutions to the dismal facts before us.

John McCain believes our schools can and should compete to be the most innovative, flexible and student-centered - not safe havens for the uninspired and unaccountable. He believes we should let them compete for the most effective, character-building teachers, hire them, and reward them.

Again – come spend one day doing what we do. I don’t contest that there are bad teachers out there, but most of them are doing the best with what they’re given. And that includes measures mandating us to take time out of class to prepare kids for these standardized tests.

If a school will not change, the students should be able to change schools. John McCain believes parents should be empowered with school choice to send their children to the school that can best educate them just as many members of Congress do with their own children. He finds it beyond hypocritical that many of those who would refuse to allow public school parents to choose their child's school would never agree to force their own children into a school that did not work or was unsafe. They can make another choice. John McCain believes that is a fundamental and essential right we should honor for all parents.

As president, John McCain will pursue reforms that address the underlying cultural problems in our education system - a system that still seeks to avoid genuine accountability and responsibility for producing well-educated children.

John McCain will place parents and children at the center of the education process, empowering parents by greatly expanding the ability of parents to choose among schools for their children. He believes all federal financial support must be predicated on providing parents the ability to move their children, and the dollars associated with them, from failing schools.

Let’s take another look at that last line. Taking dollars from failing schools. Because when a school is struggling, when it can’t afford decent materials or computers or highly qualified teachers or good buildings or enough security guards to make the school safe, the absolute best way to fix that situation is to TAKE MONEY AWAY. WHAT BRILLIANCE.

Barack Obama’s plan, while perhaps not perfect, does say he’s in favor of providing funding for schools, improving early intervention programs, assisting families, and providing after-school and summer activities. It’s much more helpful to address the underlying problems than to simply penalize low-performing schools.

Oh, and I don’t appreciate some of McCain’s campaign strategies either.

So yeah. I can’t wait until November. I’m going to vote so hard.

You've been Barack-Rolled

Ha ha, yes.


Monday, August 11, 2008

*sigh*

Today for some reason it hit me - in my lifetime, nobody will ever videotape what I'm doing, put it in slow motion, set it to dramatic music, and make a montage of it. I suppose my life really lacks dramatic footage. I mean, what would they film? Me filling out my Medicaid billing? Changing a diaper? Eating chocolate chips straight out of the bag?

Still, it saddens me.