So here I am at work, not working. Instead I am reading blogs. As per usual, I check the status on Mama Nabi, only to find that she has added me to her Blog Roll! Wow! I'm so excited, I could pop a tire! (As Mater would say. And if you don't know who Mater is, then you obviously don't have a son age 6 or younger.) Such high praise as this deserves a new blog post, so here I go.

I am not feeling particularly controversial today, but I will try to put forth some observations anyway, as you are no doubt intrigued by me after reading my fascinating meme. This picture here is of the Caboose. At his holiday sing-along. He is goddamn cute, is what he is. His teachers drew on his nose with lipstick. That's me behind him. Somehow this photo makes it look like I have a really smokin' bod. Trust me, I don't. But you do get a good look at my preternaturally long thumbs.

On Monday, I submitted our enrollment application for kindergarten for the Booper. While I love to sing the praises of the city by the Bay, this is one part of living in SF that is jacked up. You have to apply for public school. You supply a list of 7 schools you would send your child to, in order of preference. Then the school district has a "lottery" in which you are assigned to a school, hopefully from your list. So there is no guarantee that my kids will get into the elementary school that is just 3 blocks from my house. Our alternative to this is to pay $20K/yr for private school (I sh*t you not). Some people send their kids to Catholic school, which is about half that much, but that's not an option for us. I know, I know. Jewish people send their kids to Catholic schools, too. blah blah blah. We've been over this. Not. Gonna. Happen.

I think I've decided to vote for Barack Obama. While I totally dig the idea of a woman President, I am annoyed at this current trend of passing the Presidency around like a joint, as Mos Def would say. Let's give someone else a turn. Especially if that someone else is Hapa!

About 17 years ago, I was dating this dude. He is now married and has a son. He keeps a blog about his son, and just posted a bunch of pictures of their holiday in Ohio. I lurked over there and checked them out. He looks old, my ex-boyfriend, and is still as dull and unoriginal as he ever was, but his kid is really cute. This was the boyfriend who taught me the valuable lesson that sometimes shyness can be a form of hostility.

Alright, I'm going to make a concerted effort now to do some work. Especially since Halfmama and I are trying to plan a family vacation for this summer. But I'll be back. As soon as something pisses me off, and that can't be long from now.