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Apr. 2nd, 2007
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Apr. 2nd, 2007 10:15 am.
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womzilla points out the Bush/Cheney strategy for ruling the United States of America: the bust-out.
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womzilla points out the Bush/Cheney strategy for ruling the United States of America: the bust-out.You own a shoe store. I take it over your operation, order everything under the sun and fence all the merchandise for as much money as I can get as quickly as I can. I run out every line of credit you have and generally squeeze the place of every dollar I can get out of it. And then when I can't squeeze anymore, I torch the place and collect on the insurance money.Read the comments, too.
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scary movie
Apr. 2nd, 2007 09:41 pm.
This weekend, Sarah watched a movie on Disney Channel about a boy who turns into a merman at age 13. There's some suspense over whether the local fisherman with a sort of Ahab complex about having seen a mermaid 13 years before will net his mother, but she gets away, and the son of the fisherman, who helps the star, doesn't drown after all. Then the boy jumps into the water and goes off with his mermaid mother, leaving his parents behind. That's when Sarah melted down.
We didn't see it coming, or else we would have turned it off. Sarah goes to pieces when somebody leaves their family. We talked to her for quite a while, trying to comfort her. She didn't want to talk about it, she just wanted to cry. Eventually, we were able to tell her that first of all, we would never leave her or make her leave us, second, her birth mother wouldn't take her away, third, the boy in the movie was only going to be away until school started, then he had to come back (that's what they said in the movie, we didn't make it up -- or as Sarah would say, "I'm not lying!"), and fourth, it's a movie; there are no mermaids, and movies make up things with actors and stories and props.
She had a stomach ache on Sunday. I wonder if it was from thinking about the movie. She doesn't ever want to watch it again. I'm not sure she ever wants to see another movie -- every movie either has a scary scene in it, or somebody leaves their family. We took her to a birthday party on Saturday, and Cathy chatted with the other moms, warning them about the ending of the movie. It turns out that the birthday boy was also adopted, and one of the other mothers had been adopted. (It's like when you get a certain model car: you never noticed them around before, but now they're everywhere.) She had a great time at the party, screaming at the top of her lungs and dashing around everywhere. We kept telling her to slow down and use her inside voice. I'm starting to think that is her inside voice.
She also had a good time on Sunday playing with Colin from across the street, who came over. Somehow, when she plays with Colin, I'm always included in the games, so we threw and kicked the beach ball around, played hide and seek, played tag, and messed around on the swings. Colin started to get sensitive about being too big when I couldn't catch him from the slide and swing him around like I did with Sarah, but that was really because he wouldn't go down headfirst on his back. It was the angle. Nonetheless, right after that, Sarah told him he was too big for one of the swings, and he started complaining about being too big for everything. A while later, Sarah was getting a little stressed, so I signaled across the street to his dad, who came over and declared it was time to go home. Sarah then went back to having a stomach ache, which she'd complained about some in the morning. The ache waxed and waned. She finally went off to bed, and felt better this morning.
We keep having interesting conversations, and she says things I think would be interesting to pass along, but I can't keep all that stuff clear in my head. I need to take notes, I guess.
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This weekend, Sarah watched a movie on Disney Channel about a boy who turns into a merman at age 13. There's some suspense over whether the local fisherman with a sort of Ahab complex about having seen a mermaid 13 years before will net his mother, but she gets away, and the son of the fisherman, who helps the star, doesn't drown after all. Then the boy jumps into the water and goes off with his mermaid mother, leaving his parents behind. That's when Sarah melted down.
We didn't see it coming, or else we would have turned it off. Sarah goes to pieces when somebody leaves their family. We talked to her for quite a while, trying to comfort her. She didn't want to talk about it, she just wanted to cry. Eventually, we were able to tell her that first of all, we would never leave her or make her leave us, second, her birth mother wouldn't take her away, third, the boy in the movie was only going to be away until school started, then he had to come back (that's what they said in the movie, we didn't make it up -- or as Sarah would say, "I'm not lying!"), and fourth, it's a movie; there are no mermaids, and movies make up things with actors and stories and props.
She had a stomach ache on Sunday. I wonder if it was from thinking about the movie. She doesn't ever want to watch it again. I'm not sure she ever wants to see another movie -- every movie either has a scary scene in it, or somebody leaves their family. We took her to a birthday party on Saturday, and Cathy chatted with the other moms, warning them about the ending of the movie. It turns out that the birthday boy was also adopted, and one of the other mothers had been adopted. (It's like when you get a certain model car: you never noticed them around before, but now they're everywhere.) She had a great time at the party, screaming at the top of her lungs and dashing around everywhere. We kept telling her to slow down and use her inside voice. I'm starting to think that is her inside voice.
She also had a good time on Sunday playing with Colin from across the street, who came over. Somehow, when she plays with Colin, I'm always included in the games, so we threw and kicked the beach ball around, played hide and seek, played tag, and messed around on the swings. Colin started to get sensitive about being too big when I couldn't catch him from the slide and swing him around like I did with Sarah, but that was really because he wouldn't go down headfirst on his back. It was the angle. Nonetheless, right after that, Sarah told him he was too big for one of the swings, and he started complaining about being too big for everything. A while later, Sarah was getting a little stressed, so I signaled across the street to his dad, who came over and declared it was time to go home. Sarah then went back to having a stomach ache, which she'd complained about some in the morning. The ache waxed and waned. She finally went off to bed, and felt better this morning.
We keep having interesting conversations, and she says things I think would be interesting to pass along, but I can't keep all that stuff clear in my head. I need to take notes, I guess.
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