Chicago Club was Told To Close Second Floor
Thank goodness there was not a fire!
I have to rethink the way I feed my family. My boys seem to suffer from allergies, but I am at a loss. Last June, I went on this major crusade to cut out all foods that could cause allergic reactions, which meant basically an Ezekial bread wrap with some veggies. No, that will not do.
My 7 year old has nasty eczema in the winter. My one year old has asthma. I am not feeling like a good Mommy because there must be something triggering it, but I am not sure what, and the fact it, if there is a trigger in this house, then I am doing something to cause there reactions.
In the meantime I will do what I can on the physical front. I was flipping through a catalog my insurance sent me on Allergy Control Products. The catalog explained that dust mites are the leading cause of allergies, hence asthma attacks, and you can be fastidious about your housecleaning, but only their special and quite expensive, pillow, mattress and bedding encasings will control dust mites-and their line of household cleansers.
Back to the food stuff, I think wheat is one of our families biggest offenders, but I have very unsuccesfully tried many times to cut wheat out of our diet. It is hard because I have found that in order to feed my family economically (I spend about $75 a week on groceries-give or take), I make a great deal from scratch. Like most children, mine are hungry often and I find keeping fresh baked goods, fresh fruit and veggies around helps fill their snacking needs while being nutritious and economical. I have yet to meet someone who has cut wheat out, and has done it practically…
Lastly, we have a cat, Chun Li. She is old-older that Posco. She may have to go, my husband said “no” but it may come to that…
Just when I thought my husband could not get any geekier
he is sitting on the bed with this gigantic rectangular white box, and I am of course ignoring him because I know he is organising another one of his collections. He yells over at me “hey, look how young he looks here” and shows me a picture of Colin Powell encased in plastic next to a picture of Margaret Thatcher and another picture of Saddam Hussein.
“What are those?!?”
“They’re my Operation Desert Storm collector’s cards! They went up in value!”
The Bilingual Ghetto
Here is the article Patty referred us to in the comment box below my post about Pat Buchanan. It is a year old. so I could not find it in it’s entirety.
Here is an excerpt:
Indeed, at the 1996 opening of Newcomers High School in Queens, all the pols in attendance spelled out how “special” and “different” from previous immigrants are children from Vietnam, China, the Ukraine, India, Poland, Africa and South America.
Awww, how nice, special and different (in case you haven’t noticed, that is sarcasm).
Victor links to this article on The Simpsons. Everybody seems to agree that the show has lost its touch, but somebody must be watching it….
I was a sophomore in college when The Simpsons got a regular spot on Fox. I was living in an off-campus dormitory (next door to a mental hospital.) Sunday nights were pretty grim — all these carless sophomores who’d drawn terrible room lottery numbers, sitting around looking at each other because the bus didn’t run to campus on Sunday nights and, no matter what they promised, your friends were never coming to visit you.
At 7:55 PM on Sundays, one of the guys on the first floor would climb on top of a table and start twiddling with the rabbit ears on the hall TV. A couple of other guys would stand in the stairwells and bellow SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMPSOOOOOOOOONS!. The doors would start opening and slamming shut as dozens of sophomores scurried down to the first-floor lounge toting popcorn or whatever else they could come up with in the way of snacks. I must sound like I’m about a hundred years old: hall TVs…rabbit ears…TV lounges…. Anyway, the show seemed fresh and daring then, especially to a bunch of sophomores, and watching it with forty other people was a treat in itself.
So now I’m an old married lady. My husband and I had been complaining about the decline in The Simpsons since around 1998 or so, but kept watching it out of loyalty, until the infamous Frank Grimes episode. I thought it had finally hit its low point, until they killed off Maude Flanders.
We did catch the 300th episode last night. It was a “guest voice” episode, where they shoehorned Tony Hawk into a plot involving a skateboard competition. *yawn* The next episode was sharper — I particularly liked the Seven Sisters dream sequence, although the Sapphic joke could perhaps have been omitted (there are people who allow their children to watch the show.)
My favorite episodes are “Twenty-two Short Films about Springfield” and “Homer Goes to Clown College.”