live spew

Of course that's a misnomer, this ISN"T live and it's been edited somewhat. I'll try.. okay, the intended opener was, like, It's her blog, she can do whatever she wants. That's the beauty of the format, eh. Ordinarily, this is NOT the way I'd generate a post for MY blog, but it seemed like the thing to do. I think I've set that lame excuse on four lines, @ least, thispm. Using it as a a behaviorial crutch waaaay too much. Chas called earlier, casting doubts on the probabilities of getting to NawLeans. Somehow, ibetcha we make it. I took a couple of days off from school. It's sort of a protest against the way fucked up plans around there tend to get even more fucked up once they're announced. It seemed like the thing to do @ the time. Today, it turned out to be an inspired decision since they cancelled school and had the kids gone by 930AM. It definitely would not have been worth the treacherous drive in. Thu is the day I'm the teaher of record for some testing kids and I expect to be there.. of course, w/the rain delay.. well, I'd rather not speculate about how the plan gets shifted or when that shift will be codified. As T Kennedy used to say, "We'll drive off that bridge when we come to it." I think I started sliding down the backside of my psychotic arc today.. after a mainly manic day yesterday. I was quite cross quite often w/my beloved spouse and found my'elf wondering HOW or WHY we ever got married. That sorta cogitation usually evokes Meatloaf's tune, "Waiting for the End of Time," or is it Praying for.. it doesn't matter, I heard the truck in the driveway and that'll be my cue to stop this for a relative while.
The girls are in but I think they're dashing back out to get some barbeque sauce to put on the stringy beef decomposing in the crock. Ewwww. Okay, that may NOT be an especially pleasing visual, but it IS chemically accurate. I made a big damn pot of chicken dumpings this afternoon. Kitchen funs for Ken. I like playing w/food. I do pretty much all the cooking around the house, and I havesince.. welll, always. Jen never HAD to learn hown to cook whereas I was a single guy w/a kitchen for a lot of years. God, I love my wife.
Um, did I do the "conversion" on Rabbit Chase? Does that question make sense to anyone but me? FYI, conversion refers to going BACK into something composed w/the anticonventional styling, which is "stridently w/out caps and punc" and inserting those familiar conventions, usually for a newbie reader. Rabbit Chase was one of the pair of docs I posted.. um it was one of the first things that went up after I got Txmi rounded up. She left a comment, suggesting that she'd read it, but it WAS kinda long and I sorta have doubts about whether it was read or or skimmed. Of COURSE there's a point to the wonder.. Rabbit Chase is a beautiful, eloquent, gut-wrenching bit of psychotic rambling that OUGHT to draw a comment. The other piece in that post, Crafty, well.. it's sort of a technical marvel, but it was one of those "assigned" writings I've mentioned. Uh,this is getting a bit long. Let's do the peon edit run and stick it @ the top of the post pile, eh.

peace and hope
-km-