Instant Karma
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 12:55 on 19 June 2005
Mom recently sent me a care package. She must have sensed I was feeling blue, and sent the cheer-me-up box.
In it was small fat book, Instant Karma, by Barbara Ann Kipfer. It lists "8879 ways to give yourself and others good fortune right now." On this book was a note:
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"Every week I pick a different saying and focus on it for the whole week. It works! XXOOXX M"
Whoa.
Blog Posted by kitt at 22:21 on 18 June 2005Kris drove the two of us up to the City today to participate in the second annual San Francisco Digital Photo Rally, organized by Shawn Yapa. Basically, it's a photo-based scavenger hunt for 50 items on a list provided by Shawn at 1. At 4:30, everyone returns and we all review the photos, assigning points for each photo - highest number of points wins.
We drove my car up to the City. At one point, Kris was in a driving jam and had to decide between braking really hard or accelerating away from the problem.
He chose to accelerate.
After a short moment, he smiled.
"Whoa. Acceleration. I never thought I'd feel it again!"
Peace, my ass.
Blog kitt decided around 00:49 on 18 June 2005 to publish this:While watching an old episode of Law and Order: SVU (an episode I hadn't seen before, of which there are very few), a character commented, "The historical figures I respect most aren't the ones who started wars, but those who brought about peace."
After hearing this statement, Kris hit pause on the TiVo and turned to me. "You know how many people know Winston Churchill. How many people do you think know who the prime minister was after him?"
Blink.
Crickets.
Bella howling in the distance outside.
"Um, I don't."
"Exactly. Peace, my ass."
Sam training with Ally and Cole
Blog Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 00:37 on 18 June 2005Tonight I started my child watch
training with Cole and Ally. Bharat and Jen were kind enough to let me
sit the two of them in order to prepare for Sam's visit. I've
come to the conclusion that sitting for those two didn't help me much: they
were great, not nearly demonic enough to help me out.
Jen made us grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. Mmmmmm! Tas-tee! We had
carrots and cauliflower, too. Much to my surprise, Cole ate his whole half
of a sandwich without prompting. Ally did a good job, too.
Near the end of the dinner, Cole started making cheese balls, rolling them
in his hands and handing them to Ally. Ally would lift her hand high,
bring it down, smash the cheese balls and cry out, "I squished the cheese
ball!" This continued for at least 10 cheese balls, after which the
remaining balls bounced off the high-chair and into Moxie's waiting mouth.
That dog can round up cheese balls faster than any other collie I know.
I finished my sandwich first, and started cleaning up. Ally finished second
and wanted down. She started prancing around with her sippy-cup. When she
finished, she threw the cup. All done, right? Well, the cup smacked Cole
right upside the head.
Great.
I told Ally she couldn't throw anything unless the person you are throwing
at is looking at you. She looked at me all bright eyed, "I can throw?"
Huh?
Oh.
Whoops.
She ran over to her toys and picked up a ball and threw it. Right at Cole.
Great. I stopped her and asked if Cole was looking at her when she threw
the ball. When she said no, I told her again that whoever she's throwing at
needs to be looking at her. She said okay, and then started throwing with
me. Better, but I later learned there's no throwing in the house.
Cole and I started throwing, too. Cole would throw a ball at me and I was
supposed to throw another ball at the same time, with each of us catching
the ball thrown at us. I misunderstood the game, and kept timing my ball
throws to smack his ball throws. They kept both flying backwards over
Cole.
Cole was very patient with me, though. He kept throwing with me until I
clued in, and started throwing the ball to him as he threw his ball to me.
My throws starting getting fairly accurate.
Accurate to smack Cole in the face when he missed.
Every time.
Ally, meanwhile, was becoming bored with the whole ball throwing, and
started walking around with objects in her mouth. Having flashbacks to my
knocking out my two front teeth when I was four, I removed the objects from
her mouth and asked her to keep things out of it. She didn't listen, and
kept putting more interesting and varied objects in her mouth. The last two
being one of Cole's shoes and my left foot.
Eventually, Ally picked up a book and we started reading. We did the barn
yard dance, learned about race car driving, and thought about reading about
the birds of north america, but decided against it.
Much to my surprise, after about five books, bedtime happened. When I said
it was time for bed, Cole stood up and said, "Then we have to brush our
teeth." They both calmly walked into the bathroom, Ally standing on the
toliet and Cole on his step, reaching up for their toothbrushes.
Who trained these kids? What twilight zone am I in? Where's the
punked/candid camera?
When we were done with the teeth, which involved sucking on the toothbrush
more than actually brushing of the teeth, they walked into their bedroom. I
asked Cole where Ally's diapers where, and he led me out to the family
room. He climbed up a step and onto a dresser where he walked across it,
doing a little jig. Eventually, I figured out he was pointing out the
diapers were on the dresser, and pulled Cole off. I went back into the
bedroom expecting to find Ally.
No girl.
Huh? Did I just lose that little girl?
I wandered back to the bathroom.
No girl.
Back into the family room.
No girl.
Ally?
No sign of her.
I rushed back to the bathroom.
Nope.
The office?
No.
The hall?
No.
The living room?
No.
Panic has started to set in. I left her alone for thirty seconds in a
closed house and I lost the child? How the hell do you lose a kid in an
all-doors-shut-and-locked house?
And then I heard Ally giggling in the kitchen. When I rounded the corner,
she was naked except for one sock, her jammies strewn across the kitchen
floor, diaper on the other side of the room. She stood up and started
running away from me. Eeek! Naked baby!
Flee!
The taste of freedom did something, because she declared she had to pee, and
hightailed it to the bathroom. When I plunked her down on the toliet seat,
I didn't plunk quite right, because she started peeing a stream that went
into the tub 2 feet away from her.
Damn, girl, keep that talent, will you?
Eventually, I managed to get her clothed again, and both of them into their
respective beds. With the noisemaker on (what is up with people and their
noisemakers? Kris can't sleep without one and it drives me nuts. I
remember Jenny having the same habit, of having a noise maker on to help her
sleep. Argh.), Cole with his stuffed animals in bed and Ally in her crib, I
snuck out of the bedroom.
Or at least tried.
Ally wanted to hold hands with Cole. "Hands! Hands!" Which meant,
standing in her crib, reaching up to Cole, who was reaching down to touch
hands with Ally. It was cute, and quite endearing, but I was told to remain
firm and leave the room.
So I did.
Only to hear, "Kit-ten! Kit-ten! Kitt! Ten! Kitten!" a few moments
later.
Heh. Adorable in a way only a 2 year old can be.
After about 10 minutes, Cole was asleep. Ally, however, I could not
get to go down. She kept calling me, and babbling incoherently. When I
left, she would scream.
The cycle would be, "Be firm. Be firm." Leave. Scream! Return.
After a half hour of this, I figured out I had forgotten to give Ally her
pacifier. All she wanted was her pacifier to go to sleep.
One pacifier and two books later, Ally was asleep. Yay!
All in all, a good evening with two remarkably well behaved children that
did nothing for my Sam training. Maybe
if I poked and prodded the kids they'd turn into monsters for me to practice
with.
Maybe with a lot of prodding.
Admittedly, the best moment of the evening was the discovery of
Bharat's secret for accomplishing many, many things. And I'm about to tell the whole world. I
wonder if I should ask Bharat if it's okay to tell everyone about his Time
Turner first...
Jen made us grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. Mmmmmm! Tas-tee! We had
carrots and cauliflower, too. Much to my surprise, Cole ate his whole half
of a sandwich without prompting. Ally did a good job, too.
Near the end of the dinner, Cole started making cheese balls, rolling them
in his hands and handing them to Ally. Ally would lift her hand high,
bring it down, smash the cheese balls and cry out, "I squished the cheese
ball!" This continued for at least 10 cheese balls, after which the
remaining balls bounced off the high-chair and into Moxie's waiting mouth.
That dog can round up cheese balls faster than any other collie I know.
I finished my sandwich first, and started cleaning up. Ally finished second
and wanted down. She started prancing around with her sippy-cup. When she
finished, she threw the cup. All done, right? Well, the cup smacked Cole
right upside the head.
Great.
I told Ally she couldn't throw anything unless the person you are throwing
at is looking at you. She looked at me all bright eyed, "I can throw?"
Huh?
Oh.
Whoops.
She ran over to her toys and picked up a ball and threw it. Right at Cole.
Great. I stopped her and asked if Cole was looking at her when she threw
the ball. When she said no, I told her again that whoever she's throwing at
needs to be looking at her. She said okay, and then started throwing with
me. Better, but I later learned there's no throwing in the house.
Cole and I started throwing, too. Cole would throw a ball at me and I was
supposed to throw another ball at the same time, with each of us catching
the ball thrown at us. I misunderstood the game, and kept timing my ball
throws to smack his ball throws. They kept both flying backwards over
Cole.
Cole was very patient with me, though. He kept throwing with me until I
clued in, and started throwing the ball to him as he threw his ball to me.
My throws starting getting fairly accurate.
Accurate to smack Cole in the face when he missed.
Every time.
Ally, meanwhile, was becoming bored with the whole ball throwing, and
started walking around with objects in her mouth. Having flashbacks to my
knocking out my two front teeth when I was four, I removed the objects from
her mouth and asked her to keep things out of it. She didn't listen, and
kept putting more interesting and varied objects in her mouth. The last two
being one of Cole's shoes and my left foot.
Eventually, Ally picked up a book and we started reading. We did the barn
yard dance, learned about race car driving, and thought about reading about
the birds of north america, but decided against it.
Much to my surprise, after about five books, bedtime happened. When I said
it was time for bed, Cole stood up and said, "Then we have to brush our
teeth." They both calmly walked into the bathroom, Ally standing on the
toliet and Cole on his step, reaching up for their toothbrushes.
Who trained these kids? What twilight zone am I in? Where's the
punked/candid camera?
When we were done with the teeth, which involved sucking on the toothbrush
more than actually brushing of the teeth, they walked into their bedroom. I
asked Cole where Ally's diapers where, and he led me out to the family
room. He climbed up a step and onto a dresser where he walked across it,
doing a little jig. Eventually, I figured out he was pointing out the
diapers were on the dresser, and pulled Cole off. I went back into the
bedroom expecting to find Ally.
No girl.
Huh? Did I just lose that little girl?
I wandered back to the bathroom.
No girl.
Back into the family room.
No girl.
Ally?
No sign of her.
I rushed back to the bathroom.
Nope.
The office?
No.
The hall?
No.
The living room?
No.
Panic has started to set in. I left her alone for thirty seconds in a
closed house and I lost the child? How the hell do you lose a kid in an
all-doors-shut-and-locked house?
And then I heard Ally giggling in the kitchen. When I rounded the corner,
she was naked except for one sock, her jammies strewn across the kitchen
floor, diaper on the other side of the room. She stood up and started
running away from me. Eeek! Naked baby!
Flee!
The taste of freedom did something, because she declared she had to pee, and
hightailed it to the bathroom. When I plunked her down on the toliet seat,
I didn't plunk quite right, because she started peeing a stream that went
into the tub 2 feet away from her.
Damn, girl, keep that talent, will you?
Eventually, I managed to get her clothed again, and both of them into their
respective beds. With the noisemaker on (what is up with people and their
noisemakers? Kris can't sleep without one and it drives me nuts. I
remember Jenny having the same habit, of having a noise maker on to help her
sleep. Argh.), Cole with his stuffed animals in bed and Ally in her crib, I
snuck out of the bedroom.
Or at least tried.
Ally wanted to hold hands with Cole. "Hands! Hands!" Which meant,
standing in her crib, reaching up to Cole, who was reaching down to touch
hands with Ally. It was cute, and quite endearing, but I was told to remain
firm and leave the room.
So I did.
Only to hear, "Kit-ten! Kit-ten! Kitt! Ten! Kitten!" a few moments
later.
Heh. Adorable in a way only a 2 year old can be.
After about 10 minutes, Cole was asleep. Ally, however, I could not
get to go down. She kept calling me, and babbling incoherently. When I
left, she would scream.
The cycle would be, "Be firm. Be firm." Leave. Scream! Return.
After a half hour of this, I figured out I had forgotten to give Ally her
pacifier. All she wanted was her pacifier to go to sleep.
One pacifier and two books later, Ally was asleep. Yay!
All in all, a good evening with two remarkably well behaved children that
did nothing for my Sam training. Maybe
if I poked and prodded the kids they'd turn into monsters for me to practice
with.
Maybe with a lot of prodding.
Admittedly, the best moment of the evening was the discovery of
Bharat's secret for accomplishing many, many things. And I'm about to tell the whole world. I
wonder if I should ask Bharat if it's okay to tell everyone about his Time
Turner first...
Words I never expected to hear from my mother
Blog Posted by kitt at 08:33 on 16 June 2005
To: Kitt From: Mom Subject: IPod Got my fancy silver one! I'm happy, but stayed up WAY TOO LATE ripping songs. :|My mom. Ripping songs. And knowing the lingo. Word.