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Friday Cemetery Blogging

Once again foiled by the dastardly foibles of technology. Can't get me photos to upload today for love nor money. So. Perhaps we should talk amongst ourselves.

How has your week been? Mine - ok. I finished teaching the drug offender classes earlier this week. It was one of my better classes. This bothered me somewhat because the class was made up of people who were very much like me - same socio-economic/racial group. I've wondered about this for the last two weeks. Did I relate better to them because they are like me? Did they relate better to me for the same reason? Did I make more of an effort to connect with them because we are more alike? Or was it simply that their personalities meshed with each other so that they felt more comfortable being a part of the group and contributing to the discussion? I don't know, but it made me think.

Jackson is covering the island in the kitchen with (insert descriptor that rhymes with kitchen and makes for a cool sentence, but would also get your mouth washed out with soap) blue tile. Its his first tile job and looks pretty good. Props for picking out cool tiles, dude!

KaptainKatie got honorable mention on her literacy day poster - her theme was "Camp Out Your Imagination". Poor kid - all she got from the deal was a certificate and a lecture about "think how well you could have done if you'd really worked on this instead of spending thirty minutes on it the night before it was due."

Rumor has it we will all wear costumes to work on Monday. So far the plan is for everyone to wear aluminum foil hats to keep the aliens out of our brains. I'll let ya know how it turns out. (Of course, anyone going to court is forbidden from wearing their anti-alien gear.)

Check this out:

I have gone back and re-read this entry from 2nd Grade Teacher probably four times now. Read it for yourself.

Her name was Yoda, She was a Jedi...

A venerated sage with vast power and knowledge, you gently guide forces around you while serving as a champion of the light.

Judge me by my size, do you? And well you should not - for my ally is the Force. And a powerful ally it is. Life greets it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us, and binds us. Luminescent beings are we, not this crude matter! You must feel the Force around you, everywhere.

That's all well and good, but I really wanted to be Darth Vader, dang it!

Friday Cemetery Blogging

Virgins promis'd when I died,

That they would each primrose-tide,

Duly, morn and ev'ning, come,

And with flowers dress my tomb.

Having promis'd, pay your debts,

Maids, and here strew violets.

- An Epitaph, #103

Thanks again to Katherine.

How to be Skewed:

"You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it." - Art Buchwald

According to NPR, today is Art Buchwald's birthday. Happy birthday Art, from your youngest fan.

When I was a kid in elementary school, we naturally had a history course each year. The only problem was we never made it past the Civil War. We'd start with the Revolution and trudge through the 18th and 19th centuries before getting totally bogged down in the Civil War. Right before school was out for the summer, the teachers would be busy trying to explain what a "carpet bagger" was without spitting. I guess it was a southern thing.

That was all well and good, but then you'd hear your parents talking about Watergate and Spiro Agnew and you'd feel a bit left out. For years I thought Gerald Ford and George Washington were one and the same person, due to my mother misunderstanding my question once during the evening news.

By the time I was in 5th and 6th grade, I was out on the streets, hanging out at the used book stores. Yeah. Ugly, but true. When I'd had my fill of kids books, I moved on to the hard stuff. That's when I found Art Buchwald.

I learned everything I know about the Watergate saga, Vietnam, and gas shortages from Art Buchwald. It was years later before I understood that Henry Kissinger was not really a funny man. And although I was old enough to experience the Reagan years, Art Buchwald explained all sorts of things about that era that my junior high social studies teachers didn't deem important.

Perhaps this is not the best way to learn about American history, but it certainly ranks among the most entertaining. So happy birthday, Mr. Buchwald!

"Mom! Mom! Who is Mary Jo Kopechne?"
(Yeah, I bet my mom thanks you too, Mr. Buchwald.)

Friday Cemetery Blogging

You've seen what happens to white marble on the east side of the state where the humidity is so high you feel like you need to flush your lungs to be able to take a good deep breath?

This is what happens to marble out here on the west side of the state where the dirt is bright red and the wind and sun bake it into place.

Google Images Meme

Google the town where you were born.

Google the town you live in now.

Google your name.

Google your grandmother's name.

Google your favorite food.

Google your favorite drink.

Google your favorite song.

Google your favorite smell.


I can't remember where I orginially saw this, so I apologize for not giving credit where it is due. Try it for yourself - its more fun than lying in the dark, trying to guess the exact second the numbers on your digital clock will advance.

Woman-Woman Strikes Again

Last week CaptainKatie and I went on our testosterone-free camping trip. When we got home, Katie's friend Ashley (who will grow up to be a tough chick - I really like this kid!) came over to play. They were finishing up a game of cards when I decided it was time to unload the truck. As I headed out the door, I asked them to help me as soon as they put up the cards.

I'd backed the truck in a little too close to the motorcycles, so I threw it in neutral to push it up a few inches so I could safely lower the tailgate. Bob T. Truck is admittedly a bit of a lightweight and you can pretty much push him around with one hand. Katie and Ashley don't know that. They came out the front door just in time to see me push the truck down the drive.

They were impressed.

Not being one to miss an opportunity, I said "You think that's good? Watch this!" I then pulled the truck back up the drive and pushed it down again! They were even more impressed.

"See Katie," I said. "I told you I was a superhero. And you didn't believe me!"

Well, neither Katie nor Ashley are dumb, so at this point they figured I was conning them. They came running down off the porch, determined to move the truck for themselves. I scoffed at their confidence and made a big show out of moving away from the back of the truck so they could give it a try. So intent were they on proving my ruse that neither one noticed me leaning in the cab to throw the truck back into gear.

The huffed and they puffed. And they puffed some more. Didn't move it an inch. Finally, miffed at their failure and unable to conceive how it had happened, they gave up and helped me unload the truck.

Monday morning I took Katie to school. We passed a car pulled up on the curb. Why did somebody park there? she wanted to know. I told her they probably had car trouble. Why would someone drive up over the curb and park to have car trouble? I then explained that I was sure they'd broken down on the road and pushed the car up the side to get it out of the way.

"Ohhh." she said. "That must have been really hard."
I nodded.
"I bet they wished you were there to push it for them! 'Cause you're a superhero!"
"Yeah!" I said. "Who am I?"
"You're Woman-Woman!"

And we laughed all the way to school.

Friday Cemetery Blogging

Many older monuments have similar decorations and style. Have you ever wondered why? It is not just what was 'in style' at the moment. Most of the embellishments have an accepted symbolic meaning. This phote is a great example:



The drape symbolizes mortality & mourning. Roses signify victory & triumphant love. The urn represents immortality. Put it all together and you have one family's expression of faith in the future - sadness for the present, recognition of love and acknowledgement that death is not the end.

Things I wonder about...

I start to snicker whenever I hear the music from the Godfather. I really have no idea why. Too many bad movie spoofs and heart-breakingly terrible Brando impersonations I guess. Although you can really never experience too many bad Brando impersonations. Not really.

Thinking of bad impersonations reminds me of William Shatner. Which makes me think I should tell you I am a recovering trekkie. "Hi, my name is SpookyRach and I am a trekkie."
I always loved the original series and thought the idea of a new series was blasphemy. Sort of like growing up on the Old Testament and all of a sudden, someone suggests a New Testament. A NEW Testament? But it turned out Star Trek the Next Generation was way all better than the original. I was even more devoted. Then they started doing more and more series and more and more movies and damn. Enough is enough. I am a former fan. (Although, I just counted and there are 74 various and sundry Star Trek novels on the shelf behind me.)

Speaking of the shelf behind me makes me think of the bookshelf beside me. On top of it is a framed copy of our engagement picture. It used to be on a bookshelf in my office. I hit it with a pen that I threw across the room. The glass cracked right down the middle - right between us. Now it looks like an ad for a divorce lawyer, so I brought it home.

I was talking to someone on the phone who had really ticked me off when I threw the pen. I recommend the occasional pen toss to relieve the stress caused by suppressing the desire to kick the crud out of a really deserving individual. It is admittedly childish, but it works.

There are 86 Perry Mason books on the shelves below the Star Trek books.

It bothers me that Disney owns the Muppets. It may well be a sign of the apocalypse.

My head is killing me and has hurt for the last two days. It hurts just bad enough to make me whine about it every 15 minutes, but not bad enough for me to actually stay home from work or anything. You can imagine how thrilled my family and co-workers are about that.

I owe my parents a drawing of CaptainKatie, the fabulous stepkid. I keep forgetting to do it.

If I write something down, I generally remember it. I don't know if it typing something on the internet has the same effect, but I hope to find out.


Sorry for the rambling, pointless entry. I felt like writing, but didn't have anything to say. Better luck next time!

I love sea lions!