8/31/07

Some pictures

All of these pictures are worthy of their own blogs, but here you are nonetheless.


Readers of Paige's blog: This is what happens when you don't read to your kids.


Mimi got some new shoes in LA last weekend.



Celebrating her heritage. She's a thai jew.



8/30/07

Model Behavior



My fabulous friend Niya has recently returned to her former career of fashion model. Last week I went to her very chichi fashion show "Fresh Faces" for GenArt. I don't know what GenArt is, but let me tell you the whole thing was just like they do it on TV.


There was a big runway and seats lining both sides. The models paraded down the runway as though something important was happening at the other end. Once they got there, they posed and were photographed. Then they sauntered backstage, ignoring the girl passing next to them.


Here are some highlights:


There was a big bottom girl. Her thighs touched, gasp!!


No bras, lots of boobies.


All the girls were tall and thin, but not all were as beautiful as Niya.


Everyone in the audience was snotty and dressed to the nines. I sat alone, Dx watched Mimi at home. I wore an H&M black satin dress and my leather jacket.


It lasted about 30 minutes, 5 designers or so. I liked Podoll and Sara Shepherd best.


Niya did the model walk stomp. She was good at it.






8/29/07

Wardrobe

My baby is almost 7 months old. I am not yet into my pre-pregnancy clothes. Do I sell everything and buy a new wardrobe, or keep all my non-stretch jeans in hopes that I drop those last pounds while eating ice cream and sitting on the couch?

Shall I commit to my new size? When do you say, "Alright, this is how big I'm going to be this year" and throw out all the boxes of clothes?

8/28/07

The Gangs

The closest I have to a complete group photo:
I have 7 brothers and sisters. I also have 3 brothers-in-law, two parents, 9 nieces and nephews, one dog niece, one dog nephew, two niece rabbits, a daughter, my own dog and a husband. All of these people are my immediate family, I see them all the time. In total there are 30 individuals.

My family is so big there are cliques.

The cliques change every so often, but right now here they are:



Clique 1:

Super Macho Clique

Nate

Dad

Phil



Clique 2:

Nap and Cuddle Clique

Celia

Paige

Alice

Mimi



Clique 3:

Plays and Clothes Clique

Cam

Mom

Nor



Clique 4:

I don't know what to name this clique. It's debatable.

Ellie

Val

Griffin

Bea





Clique 5:

Automotive

Mark

Carl



Clique 6:

Films, Gadgets, Computers

Dx

Jeff



Clique 7:

Scream and Run Around

Sol

Henry

Fifi

CeCe



Yet unrecruited:

Claire and Max. They have not yet proclaimed allegiance to any clique, but they're too old for the scream and run around clique.

8/27/07

Ashley Tatum Hodapp

Ashley the bride, Ashley the bride. La la la la, Ashley was a cute bride.

They did not play the here comes the bride song at all at this wedding. I felt gypped.

The wedding was in Lake Tahoe at a fancy shmancy restaurant. Ashley designed everything, it turned out beautifully.

Ash is my best friend from high school. She married the right guy. His name is Josh. That's him, in the suit. She's in the Vera Wang. I picked it out. This is the cake topper.



Good, Cause I Hated It Anyway.


Husband buys a motorcycle when you're six months pregnant?


In the words of Paige: get over it.


Husband turns 30 four months later and buys himself a Porsche?


Get over it.


Dx is a free spirit. Free spirits gotta have fancy toys.


Unfortunately, one of the toys is currently M.I.A.:



Missing:


We came back from Dx's business trip to San Diego and his completely superfluous stupid organ donor machine was gone.


Hurrah.


We're hoping it was towed (it was parked in someone else's reserved spot) but maybe it was stolen.


I don't know and I don't care!




8/22/07

English Composition




Started my new job teaching Freshman Comp at Diablo Valley College. Here are the books we're reading:


If you're one of the 12 people in the country who hasn't yet read this book, here's a review from Amazon.com:


"Economics is not widely considered to be one of the sexier sciences. The annual Nobel Prize winner in that field never receives as much publicity as his or her compatriots in peace, literature, or physics. But if such slights are based on the notion that economics is dull, or that economists are concerned only with finance itself, Steven D. Levitt will change some minds. In Freakonomics (written with Stephen J. Dubner), Levitt argues that many apparent mysteries of everyday life don't need to be so mysterious: they could be illuminated and made even more fascinating by asking the right questions and drawing connections. For example, Levitt traces the drop in violent crime rates to a drop in violent criminals and, digging further, to the Roe v. Wade decision that preempted the existence of some people who would be born to poverty and hardship. Elsewhere, by analyzing data gathered from inner-city Chicago drug-dealing gangs, Levitt outlines a corporate structure much like McDonald's, where the top bosses make great money while scores of underlings make something below minimum wage. And in a section that may alarm or relieve worried parents, Levitt argues that parenting methods don't really matter much and that a backyard swimming pool is much more dangerous than a gun. These enlightening chapters are separated by effusive passages from Dubner's 2003 profile of Levitt in The New York Times Magazine, which led to the book being written. In a book filled with bold logic, such back-patting veers Freakonomics, however briefly, away from what Levitt actually has to say. Although maybe there's a good economic reason for that too, and we're just not getting it yet." --John Moe






Here's what one reviewer says about the book on Amazon.com:


"Every once and awhile, a book brings together cultural trends that until then were rattling around unconnected in the back of our minds. This is one of those books. When and how did porn suddenly become mainstream and cool? It wasn't that long ago that it was a back-room thing, and now it's sexy and desirable. Girls don't want to be pretty anymore -- they want to be "hot," which apparently means something that used to be called "slutty." Read this book, and a lot of contradictory cultural trends suddenly come into sharp focus. A great analysis of modern American trends."


The first day went very smoothly. No one stormed out, no one shouted charlatan and pointed at me, no one boo-ed, and no one asked me my age. I consider that a successful first day of college teaching.

My baby was fine. Dx watches her on Mondays and we met at Sun Valley Mall to eat and nurse. They have daddy daughter time.

I'm using a blog for my class website. It has caused me to learn how to use document hosting. I am a technological genius. Thanks for introducing me to blogging, Celia. It is helping me educate the young minds of Contra Costa.

8/19/07

Now Hiring!


I have a bunch of tasks I need to do but I don't want to do them. I'm not too busy, I'm just too wimpy and lazy. I think I inherited the fear of phone calls thing, but mostly, I loathe selling my work. For this reason, my mother is my biggest advertiser and distributor.

I have ideas, I just am too wimpy to do them.


If you think you would like to do these jobs lemme know:

E-mail publishers re: book

Research and then call LDS distributors

Learn everything about book distribution, then report to me about it.

Research literary agents.

Write a whole bunch of letters, mail them, check back with them.

Make calls to people I am too wimpy to call.

Update webpage.

Contact radio stations that Ingrid mentioned.

E-mail other contacts that people keep giving me, but I am too intimidated to e-mail (because I'm horrible at wording professional e-mails).


We can negotiate your fee.

8/16/07

Giving the people What They Want






My baby is chubby. She always has been. How chubby is she?




Her rolls have rolls.


If she floated in the ocean, she might be claimed for the new world.
The bikini is for modesty. If you spread her rolls, she has fat tan lines.


Let's just hope she grows into her chubs by high school.If you have not had a chance to chew on Mimi's pudge, please make an appointment. It's very satisfying.

8/14/07

Home? Office?

Dinner, anyone? I'll be serving law books dipped in ink with a side of FedEx. Mission: eliminate clean surfaces. Clean surfaces: 0 Dx: 1
Erstwhile, Mimi takes up a new hobby.


Dx and my yobs are really busy this week -- department orientation for me and his new practice for him.


Our house looks like it barfed up papers and office junk.


I'm no neat freak, but I believe in a place for everything and everything in it's place.


These messes are driving me MAD!!