A belated birthday wish

I got a text message from Aunt Maggie yesterday reminding me to party hard for a perennial favorite for us University of Chicago geeks!

Yesterday was the 100th birthday (YES! He is still alive!) of Claude Lévi-Strauss.

I was lucky enough to never had to read M. Lévi-Strauss's works on the anthropology and mythology in a class that we referred to as "Self-Torture and Society" because I currently already torturing myself with Greek Thoughts and Literature. I was lucky enough to gain some insight into his work by staying up all night winter quarter typing Aunt Amy's paper likening Prom to Marriage which made some vague profound references to his work.

So, Happy Birthday, Claude Lévi-Strauss! And remember that you have had a lasting impact on U of C nerds everywhere!

Unsettled

Fun Daddy is out of town. Girls have their schedules to adhere to including basketball tonight and Thursday night. I am having trouble focusing. I don't know why? Must be 7:30 mass. When all else fails, I will blame god, I guess. Actually, we have gotten used to having Fun Daddy around the house. He seems to understand that my brain works best from 11:00am-midnight... whereas his works better 6:00am-7:00pm. Unfortunately, with him out of town, I am responsible from 6:00am-midnight which is the preschool schedule I used to have to keep in the bad old days. Sigh.

I was looking forward to talking to Aunt Amy but I couldn't seem to get a line out. And then, voila! I did! Naturally, my conversation was exactly five minutes in length before my phone started ringing. But with a number I didn't know. So I ignored it when it came through on my cell... and then it came through on my house phone.... and then again.

Sigh.

I wait until I have the perfect opportunity to speak to my friend who lives almost 4,000 miles away and NOW the phone starts to ring. I pop over and find out it is Fun Daddy... it turns out that the school called (from a secret unknown number.. Gee, Thanks guys!) Lillith is having an allergic reaction. So I hang up with Aunt Amy and call back the school.

Lillith and Imelda too got lighted during science lab because they were working with cottonwood fluff. (hmmm, let me guess an exercise in mass, weight and volume?) She has permission to stay out of science and I will pick her up later... but the question is... WHO the FUCK uses allergic fluff for a science lab? Were there no hypo-allergenic cotton balls?

Faen!!!

HAHAHA

These are a treat from Aunt Amy! Via the Daily Beast!

Wow!

Meme from Aunt Amy

I got this in the email from Aunt Amy today... and am passing it along... I guess I will give you my answers... but I have hers too and she sounds a little lonely in icy Norway. Apparently she doesn't fit in with the regular expat wives and mothers... to which I might have said "DUH". Because Aunt Amy is beautiful, talented and smart which means that she is exceptional. Other expat women by definition PALE in comparison.

Anyhoo, here it is...

Type only 1 word for each question.

1. Where is your cell phone? table
2. Your significant other? chair
3. Your hair? gray

4. Your mother? worried
5. Your father? ageing
6. Your favorite thing? bed
7. Your dream last night? troubled
8. Your favorite drink? champagne
9. Your dream/goal? contentment
10. The room you're in? office

11. Your fear? loneliness

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Oahu
13. Where were you last night ? Chicago
14. What you're not? organized
15. Muffins? cranberry
16. One of your wish list items: ease
17. Where you grew up? Lockport
18. The last thing you did? writing
19. What are you wearing? shawl

20. Your TV? samsung
21. Your computer? dell

22. Your life? confused

23. Your mood? aggravated
24. Missing someone? everybody
25 your car Pilot

26. Something you're not wearing? socks
27. Favorite Store? Williams-Sonoma
28. Your summer? crazed
29 . Your favorite color? cobalt
30 . When is the last time you laughed? Friday
31 . Last time you cried? today
32 . Who will/would re-post this? me

FOUR PEOPLE WHO E-MAIL ME: Amy, Maggie, Richard, Charles

THREE OF MY FAVORITE FOODS: gravy, mashed potatoes, ribeye
FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW : Paris, Santorini, Oahu, Provence
FOUR PEOPLE I THINK WILL RESPOND: Amy

It has become an obsession

Yes, I think that is the fairest way to view it...

An obsession.

With Sarah Palin. (Don't you love the picture? Look at her eyes.... she looks batshit crazy!)

I, unlike many people did know who she was... because I ready the ever snarky Wonkette...

and normally, as a blogging mom, I would walk away from the political stuff.. but then I remembered that Aunt Amy is probably not getting the full hit of the political action here at home while she adjusts to life in Norway. So I realized, Faen! I must talk about the lovely Sarah!

See everything that John McCain has done during this campaign has been done for no other reason than to counteract Barack Obama.

Obama selects Joe Biden as his running mate and people talk about how Hillary supporters will be pissed... so McCain decides on a woman.... HA! That will show them!

Obama plays basketball... so McCain has to find a woman who plays basketball! HA! That will show them!




Obama goes on a around the world tour to broaden his foreign policy experience... so McCain finds a basketball playing woman who lives near Russia! HA! That will show them!

So now the 72 year old "Maverick" who is a four time cancer survivor has selected a woman who has a four month old baby suffering from Down Syndrome, who will have special needs and a 17 year old pregnant daughter who last year suffered from a severe bout of mononucleosis that lasted for 5 or 6 months coinciding identically with the time that Mom was about to pop out baby no. 5 to be one brief heartbeat away from the Presidency.

Oh. And she is a maverick too... you can tell...

First off... look at all her kids names. Track, Trig, Bristol, Piper and Willow? What drugs do they give you post-partum in Alaska? And how do the rest of us get them... (Although, I do believe perhaps Auntie Noranne's father might have been on them too when he selected her name...)

Another way you can tell that she is a maverick is how she chose to give birth to her last child. See, it turns out that when her water broke for this baby, she was in Texas getting ready to give a speech to some governors group...

and instead of going to the nearest hospital of which Texas is filled... she waited a half hour.. gave her speech,

went to the airport... boarded an Air Alaska jet... flew for 8 hours without a moan, a groan.... got off the plane in Anchorage...

Got in her car... skipped the Providence Alaska Medical Center, the biggest hospital in the state (you know.. the one with a NICU and a children's hospital attached)...

drove another 45 minutes out of town... to go to a little teeny tiny hospital not equipped for high risk pregancies or deliveries and finally popped out her little bundle of joy. What an independent strong willed moron woman.! Because that was independently dangerous for both her and baby Trig.

And doesn't it seem fitting that she named that baby after a branch of mathematics... because I can't keep up with the figuring she needs us to do to make her seem a rational choice for Vice President

In the meantime, I continue to obsess.. because the problem is.. it is theoretically possible for her to be elected... sigh.

Go Princesses!

Yes, I am open for business as usual again.

I had to. I can't remember everyone in the family's email addresses to invite them all. Plus all seems quiet on the western front.

And I wanted to show you Stavanger, Norway where Aunty Amy is moving in less than a month. This means that the delightful DuBois boys will be rubbing elbows with my favorite Texan Superhero Princess! Yeah Princesses!



Faen! They are moving too soon!

(Thank you Aunty Amy for teaching me dirty words in another language!