up early today to get the kids to their class breakfasts. they were happy with the muffins. e. was especially proud that for once in her life, her mother got off her lazy ass and actually cooked something.

which really isn't fair, b/c for other family breakfasts, my being a lazy ass meant that i was the last one to sign up, which meant that coffee fell to me, which meant that i had to leave the house at 7:00 instead of 7:20 so i could swing by Dunkin Donuts to get a box of coffee.

so really, the laziness forced me to be decidedly NOT lazy. and it sucked. and i hate dunkin donuts coffee, but since i don't have a coffee URN in my ridiculously tiny cramped outgrown apartment, i have no choice. well, i could go to starbucks, but it costs more, and i'm not sure it would be appreciated.

then beloved and i bickered not once, but TWICE. once b/c he found an instrument on the side of the road that he liked. i don't know what it was. it was a percussion instrument. but with the bars? that you hit with a padded stick? you know? not a glockenschpiel, but something similar, but it was big. he would have to DO stuff to it to make it work, but he wanted to, b/c he said j. wants one, and it would be a perfect solstice gift. and i was irked. b/c it was BIG. it stands on 4 legs, it's like 3 feet tall and 3 feet long. it takes up SPACE. space that i feel we do not have.

he said i was mean, and i jumped on him unnecessarily. i thought i was sort of joking, and he thought i was being a shrew. (his words).

THEN. he had errands to run this a.m. he has to get the turkey, and he's brining it, so he has to find something to put it in to soak in salt water. i got us a zipcar MONTHS ago for this weekend. i feel certain that i told him that the zipcar started at 10. he feels certain that i did not, b/c he arranged to pick up the turkey b/t 8 and 10 a.m. so we bickered again.

the holidays are here! can't you tell?

but i apologized, and he did, too, and all is well in Zuska's house. not that it really wasn't. we just bickered.

b/c it's the day before thanksgiving, and we're human. that's what humans do. they bicker on the day before (and day of?) thanksgiving.

and now i'm packing the kids.

BUT!!! oh my god.

beloved found the sound clip of Kramer (Michael Richards) and his tirade last week.

OH MY GOD.

I saw a headline that said, "the next mel gibson?" the other day, and i didn't click on the link. i figured it was part of the stand up routine.

boy, was i wrong. this was so horrid. so horrid. and then his apology? on letterman? i can't find the link that beloved had on his computer, where richards said that is going to get to the bottom of all the hate and rage that "is in all of us."

what the hell? Dude, YOU are the one who blew up on stage and said awful racist things. YOU. Not "all of us." not everyone's default, when they're pushed, is to call people names based on the color of their skin. he behaved so abhorrently - but what's worse is that when pushed, this man showed what he thinks all the time. that didn't come from nowhere. it didn't just happen b/c of "rage" at being heckled. something that had been controlled and kept in his private thoughts has just become public --- it didn't just spontaneously generate.

it was horrible.

i have to finish packing the girls' suitcase.

Labels: beloved, food, holidays, kids, life

posted by Zuska @ 10:39 AM

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