Fantástico

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What a delightful evening last night. Awesome Mothers Day party. It was great to see everyone (although unfortunately, Simone and Jon weren’t able to be there).

As usual, there was wanton silliness, and no shortage of hugs and photo ops.

My favorite boys in the world (Lars, Jakey, and #1 Son Seamus)

with Helen (and the rainbow sherbet)

Jakey and Grandpa's garden gloves

with Hannah (grandson #2 due any day now)

Playing an alphabet game (kid is good)

Jakey Ray Vaughan

Jakey Van Cliburn

Awesome gifts - and a Cavs t-shirt too

Off to the school house for the final week of rehearsals before the concert craziness starts. Still debating whether or not to make them all stand the whole time this week…we’ll see what kind of mood I’m in when I get there. Heh heh. It’s good to be da queen.

FO

PS – Hey, if you’ve a mind to, root for the Cavaliers tonight please and thank you

No studying today

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Because it’s Mothers Day. Yay for me! Thank you, Woodrow Wilson. Actually, I’m just looking for an excuse to not study today. Found it.

As some of you may have read in the bio post I did last year, my mother, Barbara, was a wonderful lady. Sure, we had our problems (see yesterday’s post), but bottom line, for good or ill, she devoted herself completely to parenting Mavis and me. I mean, for almost twenty years, that was her sole occupation in the world. And I for one will never forget that sacrifice, even as I hope she got some joy out of it, too. I know we did.

~

To all the Finkville moms, I say “Happy Day!” To all my fiends who are fortunate enough to be sons and daughters of moms who can still be hugged, I say, “Go do it, right now.”

Mavis and I are being treated to a pizza party tonight with the whole gaggle. What are you doing for Mom’s Day?

FO

Rant-urday

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Well now, fiends, I am in a mood. I seethe, therefore I rant.

I positively refuse to believe this. But then again, not really. Because, sadly and embarrassingly, that’s what America represents. We are above nothing. This, to my horror, is a truly illustrative slice of our popular culture. This is what we think is quality entertainment; representative of our national identity — the stuff of time capsules buried beneath the Capitol building. We have to be ridiculously careful to never, ever misspeak in public for fear of legal retribution, but we can celebrate the insipid, cruel and ignorant things Matt Groenig writes, and cover it up by saying, “Hey, free country. Change the channel if you don’t like it.” Well, to that person I say, I DID change the channel and I STILL think you’re a stupid hick. HA! So there. Sue me for hurting your feelings. Next thing you know, Stewie from Family Guy will be on a postage stamp. Hahaha!! Aw MAN that would be awesome! Heh heh OMG that is hilarrrrious. Hey let’s go git us a bat and destroy us some mailboxes, k? We’re Amurricans and we got the Confederate flag and *bANg*

Unbe-friggin-lievable. But let’s see, what else…

Oh, this. (Of course it happened in Ohio, as so many national-news-making stupid things do.) Reminds me 100% of my childhood and young teenage years, enduring the Religion of No. No dancing, no card-playing, no rock and roll, no watching Ed Sullivan (Dad thought he was a Commie sympathizer), no reading Time (Dad: “It’s a Communist rag”), no walking into a place where they served alcohol (“What if Jesus came back and caught you in there?”), no smoking because God can’t look on it… no, no, no, no. If my dear father were here, I would tell him that I would have made him crazy with my rebellious behavior even if I was never allowed to attend that first junior high school dance. Furthermore, I don’t care where Ben Roethlisberger went to high school. Moreover, I like to use the word moreover. Get moreover it.

I resent my music ed exam. See, there are two parts to it, selected from a pool of four possible subject areas (philosophy; then quantitative, qualitative and historical research methodologies). Well, I failed the quantitative part, but my marks on the philosophy essay were listed as “high pass.” Yet, I have to take both parts of the exam over again. Not fair. They have earned my enmity. Right, I know…life ain’t fair so get over it. I’m trying, so GET OFF ME! Why do you have to be so CRITICAL???

*straightening skirt, smoothing hair*

Well now, that was nice. I feel better. I must say I’d better hurry or I’ll be late for my breakfast meeting with Jerry.

Hating everything and everyone (except you),

RF

Revisiting clowns

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Because I know my fiend Stoney will love it. :-)

I will resist the temptation to post certain photographs of certain people, brought to mind by the word “clown.” That wouldn’t be nice, or ladylike. It would be like, I dunno, calling Lil Kim a tramp.

I read a funny/snarky political blog this morning on the LA Times site. In it was a picture of Massachusetts senator John Kerry with this character that got me thinking about clowns again. (This particular part of the post was poking fun at the clown, not Kerry.)

There must be a secret history of clowns that I don’t know. Hmmm. Well now, back after ten minutes. It seems there is quite the storied … um… story. To save you from researching this yourself, I will deposit all the pertinent information you might require directly into this space, because I heart you and I want to be your personal philomath.

According to clown-ministry.com, you got your three basic types of clown:

While they have varying origins, it is assumed that the whiteface clown is the oldest, descended from the medieval court jester. Interesting aside: while court jesters probably did not wear white makeup, later clowns (variations on actors of the day) did so in order to illuminate their faces in poorly-lit performance halls.

But I still wonder — why are clowns considered funny? And to whom? Certainly not to me. And I don’t know about you, but these guys don’t strike me as people I’d want my children following around. An “Army of Clowns?” No thanks. They all look like they just got off the chain gang. (Sorry, I know — stereotype. Sue me.)

hwclowns

Just sayin’.

FO (loving those 2-hour fog delays)