It’s official, I can’t function without Michael

Michael is sick, so I took my dad with me to BJs for our bi weekly shopping. I made sure Dad had his BJs card (we got one for DH, one for Dad) and off we went. We shopped for the usual haour/hour and a half. We’re checking out. Oh FUCK! My card is in the car. I run to the car, with a sinking feeling that my bag is on the back of one of the dining chairs. Um, yup. I call dad from outside, ask him to charge it and I’ll transfer the money back to him. I cannot fucking believe I’ve left my bag home. Well, I can, I usually leave it in the damn car. And Michael is usually with me. You know, with his man wallet in his back pocket. I just load up the cart and keep track of what we’ve spent. On the bright side, I saved 35.50 in BJs coupons on stuff we do in fact actually eat.

What kind of a man is Obama?

Original story in Norwegian.

Blog post where it was translated to English.

Mary lacked money to fly home to Norway – he saved her love

ÅSGÅRDSTRAND (VG): Mary was a newlywed and ready to move to Norway, but was stopped at the airport because she didn’t have enough money for the trip. Then a stranger turned up and paid for her.

Mary Menth Andersen was 31 years old at the time and had just married Norwegian Dag Andersen. She was looking forward to starting a new life in Åsgårdstrand in Vestfold with him. But first she had to get all of her belongings across to Norway. The date was November 2nd, 1988.
At the airport in Miami things were hectic as usual, with long lines at the check-in counters. When it was finally Mary’s turn and she had placed her luggage on the baggage line, she got the message that would crush her bubbling feeling of happiness.
-You’ll have to pay a 103 dollar surcharge if you want to bring both those suitcases to Norway, the man behind the counter said.
Mary had no money. Her new husband had travelled ahead of her to Norway, and she had no one else to call.
-I was completely desperate and tried to think which of my things I could manage without. But I had already made such a careful selection of my most prized possessions, says Mary.

Although she explained the situation to the man behind the counter, he showed no signs of mercy.
-I started to cry, tears were pouring down my face and I had no idea what to do. Then I heard a gentle and friendly voice behind me saying, That’s OK, I’ll pay for her.
Mary turned around to see a tall man whom she had never seen before.
-He had a gentle and kind voice that was still firm and decisive. The first thing I thought was, Who is this man?
Although this happened 20 years ago, Mary still remembers the authority that radiated from the man.
-He was nicely dressed, fashionably dressed with brown leather shoes, a cotton shirt open at the throat and khaki pants, says Mary.
She was thrilled to be able to bring both her suitcases to Norway and assured the stranger that he would get his money back. The man wrote his name and address on a piece of paper that he gave to Mary. She thanked him repeatedly. When she finally walked off towards the security checkpoint, he waved goodbye to her.

The piece of paper said ‘Barack Obama’ and his address in Kansas, which is the state where his mother comes from. Mary carried the slip of paper around in her wallet for years, before it was thrown out.
-He was my knight in shining armor, says Mary, smiling.
She paid the 103 dollars back to Obama the day after she arrived in Norway. At that time he had just finished his job as a poorly paid community worker* in Chicago, and had started his law studies at prestigious Harvard university.
In the spring of 2006 Mary’s parents had heard that Obama was considering a run for president, but that he had still not decided. They chose to write a letter in which they told him that he would receive their votes. At the same time, they thanked Obama for helping their daughter 18 years earlier.
In a letter to Mary’s parents dated May 4th, 2006 and stamped ‘United States Senate, Washington DC’, Barack Obama writes**:
‘I want to thank you for the lovely things you wrote about me and for reminding me of what happened at Miami airport. I’m happy I could help back then, and I’m delighted to hear that your daughter is happy in Norway. Please send her my best wishes. Sincerely, Barack Obama, United States senator’.
The parents sent the letter on to Mary.

This week VG met her and her husband in the café that she runs with her friend Lisbeth Tollefsrud in Åsgårdstrand.
-It’s amazing to think that the man who helped me 20 years ago may now become the next US president, says Mary delightedly.
She has already voted for Obama. She recently donated 100 dollars to his campaign.
She often tells the story from Miami airport, both when race issues are raised and when the conversation turns to the presidential elections.
-I sincerely hope the Americans will see reason and understand that Obama means change, says Mary.

*Not at all sure about this part of the translation. The Norwegian word used is ‘miljøarbeider’, I don’t know what the exact English word for that is or even if there is one, and I don’t know enough about Obama to say what job of his they’re talking about.
**This is my translation of the reporter’s translation of the letter. From English to Norwegian and back to English. So obviously it is not correct word for word.

Photo is Mary and her husband with the letter from Senator Obama.

One of the moms from Punky Moms posted this and I wante dto share the love. This is the kind of person (male or female) I want in office. Someone who cares enough to do this sort of thing is going to care enough to do all sorts of other small, but important, things.

The Daily Grind

I really miss that coffee house. I used to spend nights on end there, another lifetime ago. I don’t know if it’s even there anymore.

I took Sara shopping this morning. I need to get to Michael’s and get some basting tape to take her new pants up a bit. Yes, it’s cheating. It’s also quick and easy. While we were there I got two new shirts, so two old & not worn shirts will be finding a new home shortly. I also picked up a multipack of hair clips. My hair is stupidly long, longest it’s ever been, and all I can think about is hacking it off. I don’t know what I want to do with it though, so for now, it’s just being held back our of my face.

I got a new bag last night… it’s a Transformers backpack. I love it. I’ve been wanting a new bag, and nothing I’ve seen quite fit the requirements, and while we were out last night I spied the backpacks, and figured I’d get a cheap one to carry my stuff in. After perusing a wall o pack for probably fifteen minutes, Michael holds up an Optimus Prime kids pack. That’s it. That’s the pack! It had a pocket just sized for my day planner, another smaller pocket for my collection of pens, plus the large interior (which currently holds my medical book for the kids, wallet, wants book and some misc. stuff) plus two small pockets on either side (holding misc. stuff that always winds up at the bottom of my bags). There’s room for wipes, snacks, drinks, a change of clothes, camera, it’s a go! (purchases like this are totally why I don’t have money laying around for things like the cookbooks in the previous post)

We’ll be getting the boys swingset next week. So excited! My dad is weary now, he wants a fence, and seems to think there are insurance issues… feh. It’s a swingset! What’s the big deal? I know some people with trampolines have had insurance issues, but a swingset?

I bought some soap from LusaOrganics.com, and I’ll let you guys know how it is once I’ve sampled it. I got a ten pound box of it! Yay for soap!

Malachai had therapy yesterday and he didn’t want to leave! He did great. They are working on his trunk strength, so he did a lot in the prone position. He wasn’t too happy with it :(   They are also working with him going up and down stairs. Up he does ok, down not so much. He sort of does this controlled fall thing. They had him doing reciprocal legs going down a couple of times yesterday, but he isn’t doing it at home. They also worked on his balance in the swings and let him do so fun stuff. We go back tomorrow afternoon. We’ll see how it goes. So far I like this place, which translates into they are good with my kid and I don’t feel they are completely inept. Score!

School starts next Monday. Michael and I will go Friday to see who the teachers are. The boys aren’t going as they have a part at camp that day and I don’t want to pull them out (I think I am already keeping M home tomorrow b/c it’s easier on me… not fair to him, I know :(   ).

I was something like 90% raw yesterday (I had some sushi – cooked rice) and so far today I am 100%. Let’s see how it goes :-) I pulled my camera out today, maybe we’ll go outside this afternoon and I can get some new shots. I wanted that camera so, so, so badly. I am ready to ebay it and buy tattoo equipment. Michael is gonna tell me no. I love my camera. Love it. Maybe once school starts I’ll have more time to just go tool around with it. Take Shiva to the park, stuff like that. I’m not selling it yet.

Yesterday we…

We all got up and took the boys to school. I stopped in to chat with Michal about payment of tuition. We’re doing ok. I apologized for not being able to meet my amount yet, but I haven’t forgotten. I should be able to after the first of the year. I offered my skills with graphic design (for newsletters or whatever) and mentioned that we were indeed sending supplies in to the classrooms at least.

We went to Panera for breakfast, because the bank wasn’t open yet. We haven’t been in a while. I am going to place an order on Friday, I think, for breads to pick up on Sunday.

We went to the bank. I deposited a check.

We went to the post office.

We came home, and I scheduled payments for go out after that check clears. Buh-bye credit debt. We’ll be a cash only household. I am keeping three cards (one visa, one master card and the amex) for emergencies, but I am not planning on keeping them in my wallet, so we should be a-ok and stay on track.

We should be able to start going to the gym after this week, too. We’re going to check it out, and we might get Sara a membership as well, and she and I can go in the evenings or weekends at least. Michael and I can go in the mornings after we drop the boys off.

Dorian got his first trimester report last week. He is doing well in all areas. He is even mostly caught up on the aleph-bet! Smarty pants. He is sight-reading some words, sounding out others. He gets frustrated, but he is doing well. I am so proud of him!

Malachai didn’t get a report, but he is right on track. Last week he hid on the playground b/c he didn’t want to come in, but otherwise we haven’t been told of any problems.

pictures


apparently my wallet is tasty


chai wanted to play twister


and she’s up


i have no idea what they were doing

and you can see a crappy movie of esh moving around the box o blocks at

http://azxuredawn.com/images/100_0241.MOV

but its 14 meg