Blondes, Thongs, Communion Banners
Various things.
1) It is supposed to go up to 72 degrees Fahrenheit today, which, the child points out, is two times warmer than freezing. We're glad, glad I say. It's a special "team day" at the child's parochial school, and instead of his Gryffindor sweater (knit for him by his mom, surprise, surprise) he wore his Yale T-shirt. Usually on non-uniform days he's supposed to bring a dollar for charity (what, exactly, is he to learn from this? I can't imagine), but on "team day" the kids get to wear their non-uniforms for free. Whatever.
2) If you hurry, hurry, hurry, you can still get your bid in on a lovely salt-and-pepper set, shaped like...well...I tell you what, why don't you just go see. (Sam! Let go of the mouse and step away from the computer!) Thanks, of course, to Who Would Buy That. I don't find this stuff on my own. My yarn searches on eBay take up enough time, thank you.
3) Besides the opportunity to consider the great Catholic Mysteries such as why does the child not have to bring a non-uniform dollar when the non-uniform is a team t-shirt (see above), raising a Catholic child also involves the opportunity to Create Textiles. There was the enormously elaborate christening gown, for instance, of which I am still very proud, and now I am required to make a banner for the family pew to mark our space during first communion. I found this out when I was sent a Note (I get lots of Notes) telling me that I could purchase a banner kit for $5.00, and that I should not be nervous about making a banner. Oh, right. Like I'm nervous about making a banner. No, no. The problem for our family is Holding Mom Back from her Desire to Create Elaborate Textiles. Maybe I can use this as practice in humility, and concentrate on making a banner which is not actually over the top. (Here's the other thing I'm interested in making, but hope we don't have to use any time soon: a family shroud. I think one with an embroidered wheat sheaf. And you know, you'd get a lot of use out of it. I mean, you know, over the years. Many, many years.)
4) Jill Matrix has been attempting to get "the blonde" covered by her health insurance, and so now that's been worked out, only the way it got worked out is that the blonde has to be listed as her child rather than her spouse, and then a whole process is to ensue every time the blonde has to file a claim, which involves the claim getting refused by the computer and then manually over-ridden by the health insurance company's minions, thereby insuring that every single damn time the blonde goes to the doctor the both of them get to be humiliated -- or harrassed -- or just plain annoyed -- by a system which is insane. She had that nice new marriage certificate from San Francisco, too, but apparently it didn't make the company no never mind. One of the reasons I'm looking forward to the (admittedly hopefully distant) time I get to lie under the wheat-sheaf shroud (see above) is that I'm expecting whole lots of things are going to be explained to me then, such as What The Hell. In the meantime, here's to the blonde's continued health.
5) And last -- YinzerMullet (oh, what a lovely name for a Pittsburgh blog) is now selling Golden Triangle Thongs over at the YinzerMullet Shop. I don't know what to say about this, really, except to remark that, though I'm sorta glad they exist, I don't want one. Though I can think of quite a few people who SHOULD have, one, definitely. (But not me, Sam! Let go of the mouse and step away from the computer!) (An afterthought: Non-Pittsburghers don't necessarily know what we mean by the Golden Triangle, do they? I mean, as a Pittsburgh reference in specific, not a thong reference in general. Sorry. It's the Confluence of Three Mighty Rivers. Here's a picture.)
1) It is supposed to go up to 72 degrees Fahrenheit today, which, the child points out, is two times warmer than freezing. We're glad, glad I say. It's a special "team day" at the child's parochial school, and instead of his Gryffindor sweater (knit for him by his mom, surprise, surprise) he wore his Yale T-shirt. Usually on non-uniform days he's supposed to bring a dollar for charity (what, exactly, is he to learn from this? I can't imagine), but on "team day" the kids get to wear their non-uniforms for free. Whatever.
2) If you hurry, hurry, hurry, you can still get your bid in on a lovely salt-and-pepper set, shaped like...well...I tell you what, why don't you just go see. (Sam! Let go of the mouse and step away from the computer!) Thanks, of course, to Who Would Buy That. I don't find this stuff on my own. My yarn searches on eBay take up enough time, thank you.
3) Besides the opportunity to consider the great Catholic Mysteries such as why does the child not have to bring a non-uniform dollar when the non-uniform is a team t-shirt (see above), raising a Catholic child also involves the opportunity to Create Textiles. There was the enormously elaborate christening gown, for instance, of which I am still very proud, and now I am required to make a banner for the family pew to mark our space during first communion. I found this out when I was sent a Note (I get lots of Notes) telling me that I could purchase a banner kit for $5.00, and that I should not be nervous about making a banner. Oh, right. Like I'm nervous about making a banner. No, no. The problem for our family is Holding Mom Back from her Desire to Create Elaborate Textiles. Maybe I can use this as practice in humility, and concentrate on making a banner which is not actually over the top. (Here's the other thing I'm interested in making, but hope we don't have to use any time soon: a family shroud. I think one with an embroidered wheat sheaf. And you know, you'd get a lot of use out of it. I mean, you know, over the years. Many, many years.)
4) Jill Matrix has been attempting to get "the blonde" covered by her health insurance, and so now that's been worked out, only the way it got worked out is that the blonde has to be listed as her child rather than her spouse, and then a whole process is to ensue every time the blonde has to file a claim, which involves the claim getting refused by the computer and then manually over-ridden by the health insurance company's minions, thereby insuring that every single damn time the blonde goes to the doctor the both of them get to be humiliated -- or harrassed -- or just plain annoyed -- by a system which is insane. She had that nice new marriage certificate from San Francisco, too, but apparently it didn't make the company no never mind. One of the reasons I'm looking forward to the (admittedly hopefully distant) time I get to lie under the wheat-sheaf shroud (see above) is that I'm expecting whole lots of things are going to be explained to me then, such as What The Hell. In the meantime, here's to the blonde's continued health.
5) And last -- YinzerMullet (oh, what a lovely name for a Pittsburgh blog) is now selling Golden Triangle Thongs over at the YinzerMullet Shop. I don't know what to say about this, really, except to remark that, though I'm sorta glad they exist, I don't want one. Though I can think of quite a few people who SHOULD have, one, definitely. (But not me, Sam! Let go of the mouse and step away from the computer!) (An afterthought: Non-Pittsburghers don't necessarily know what we mean by the Golden Triangle, do they? I mean, as a Pittsburgh reference in specific, not a thong reference in general. Sorry. It's the Confluence of Three Mighty Rivers. Here's a picture.)
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