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Thanksgiving

What I am doing on Thanksgiving... a random list.

Knitting...
Bizarre Bazaar--Lawrence, Kansas

Reading...
Amazon.com: Books: Any Place I Hang My Hat : A Novel
Amazon.com: Books: Moon Women

Watching...
Amazon.com: DVD: The Human Stain
Amazon.com: DVD: The Secret Lives of Dentists (2002)
Amazon.com: The Felicity Series
Amazon.com: DVD: The Terminal (Widescreen Edition) (2004)
Cooking... (and possibly singing)
Thanksgiving Songs: Turkey Dinner
Chardonnay Wine and Winery Guide

Forgiving Nixon

Things you may not already know about me, and quite possibly don't care about...
I was once on Romper Room.
It was in Wichita, KS in 1974. or 75? whatever.
I supposed to be on for 5 days. I only got to do it for 4 days, because the stupid president stupidly left the white house that day and the stupid news decided this was somehow more important than my final day of Romper Room.
That day I was supposed to carry the American flag, AND lead the "Romper Stomper March."
I was seriously pissed.
The weatherman at the television station brought me hot chocolate and it burned my mouth. I was particularly ungrateful for that hot chocolate.
It wasn't until he died that I decided to forgive that bastard, Nixon, for spoiling my final day of televised fame.
I'm still a little pissed.

Without a net...

a work friend is leaving today... a wonderful advocate for people with disabilities, and he's packing up and moving across the country to experience life without Kansas winters... being able to cruise around on his own year 'round will be a treat for him. I met Brad in 2000 when I came to work for this agency. He was a self-advocate trainer, meaning he traveled around the state giving pep talks to men and women who had cognitive disabilities, telling them basically not to take any shit from anyone, to live the lives they wanted, and to take control of their own decisions. Good advice for anyone, great advice for those who often get talked about, around, or for. Too often those of us in this field take on some sort of "guardian angel" role, which is often the last thing needed. Brad has been instrumental in teaching me about stepping back, shutting up, and listening to what's really important... and that sometimes the most important lessons we learn are by stepping out without a net, rather than having too much help or protection. Good luck, Brad, you are braver than you think.

No running in the halls...

Knitiot: Rhymes with idiot.
I spent too much money yesterday on yarn that I don't even like in hopes of getting into this damn craft show to sell scarves that probably everyone else is already selling.

you know what I hate? People who run in the hallways. Now I get it. Now I get why they tried to teach us that in school. I was just sitting here typing and someone just sprinted down the hall outside of my office. I just wasted 3 minutes watching him drive away out my window, wondering what was wrong. Why so fast, mister? Maybe he's like my cat, and just needed to be in another place RIGHT NOW.

Speaking of which, Sebastian, 16 year old siamese of my heart, used to be a full 19 pounds of luscious kittiness. Yesterday I weighed him and he weighs 13 pounds. My poor kitty is thinking of leaving me. I am going to the vet with him early next week to determine his fate. He'll be fine, right?

You are SO trying our patience.