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5 september 1998 |
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elinor turns 4
good lord, will we be doing this someday? |
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So Representative Dan Burton, who called Clinton a "scumbag," had an affair and fathered a child in it. Well, okay, he paid child support.
Wanna know why he came out? Can you guess? Because Vanity Fair (which is a really good magazine, celebrity profiles and Gretchen Mol's nipples aside) is doing an expose on him this month. Not because Burton thought he should finally come clean. Somebody on the Well mentioned that evidently Orthodox Jew Joe Lieberman, who came out swinging at Clinton yesterday has a few things to hide as well. Said everyone in Washington has something similar to hide. In case you're wondering: I'm betting on censure, not impeachment.
So, this morning's run was so bad--with Your Heroine stopping multiple times to catch her breath--that I came home and sent Rob mail telling him I'm never going to be able to run a decent distance again and I'm going to become a big fat lump after all. Then I went back to bed. And slept for an additional three hours. I'm finding this kind of worrisome. Maybe I really am coming down with something.
We spent today up in Valencia watching Brent and Therese (mainly Therese) throw a birthday party for Elinor. (You may remember Elinor from such previous birthdays as her 3rd and her 2nd.) They had a couple of kids over, plus me and Darin and Harry. The apartment complex wouldn't let them have the party by the pool (???) so the party was in the apartment. I opted out of the Hokey Pokey this year, but I did have some cake. I was pretty darn proud of myself for not elbowing the kids out of the way when it came to using the sprinkles to decorate my cupcake. After the hilarity of "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes (Knees and Toes)" and "London Bridge is Falling Down" had subsided, the parental units arrived to remove the kids to safety. Therese took Ellie off to bed--and she went! this kid is well trained! Evidently Therese and Brent have been using a very effective reward system of giving Ellie a gold star when she's good--but not every time. She might get one, or she might not, and she's learning that being good is its own reward. Also, when she gets 5 gold stars she completes the gift certificate on her door and earns an ice cream or a movie rental. Therese and Darin settled in to watch The Apostle while Brent and I went to get dinner at the Outback. We came back with way too much food (which got eaten anyhow) and watched the middle and end of The Apostle. Group rating: way overrated. As Darin said, "The preachers on TV affect me, and I'm hardly their target audience. In this movie, we see how Robert Duvall affects those people--he doesn't affect us." (Also, there was no story, no characters other than Duvall's--in addition to starring, he wrote, directed, and produced, which goes to demonstrate the dangers of the auteur mentality: you need someone to say no once in a while--and no point.) As we were leaving, the news said that (at 11pm) the humidity was 90%. Hello? This is why we live in California, so that we don't have humidity over 10%. Oy. |
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Copyright 1998 Diane Patterson |