Just a drive by. Yet another day of jury duty. I have a baaaaad feeling this trial is going to take more than three weeks. Sigh…
Ow, my head. Something at lunch gave me a migraine. I can’t take anything until I get home tonight, either.
I have to respond to an email from my boss and answer the question: What do I do that’s out of the ordinary? The snark spills from my fingertips, but I must be strong. 
The question has already gotten this response from my co-worker across the way: :rolleyes:
Drive-by between haircut and laundromat. Large things need to be washed.
Back later to actually read stuff. Hugs to all who need them!
GT
Speaking of this, does anyone here know how to wash/dry clean/otherwise clean a handmade quilt?
There is no better therapy than cranking your music and being creative. I spent the morning baking/prepping supper (Chicken Enchiladas) and then in the afternoon I spent in my scrapbooking room scrapbooking. I also managed to nag hubby enough to get my self/unit up to store stuff. Not that you all are interested in scrapbooking, but here is a picture of said shelf. I’m so happy with it!
I have more product to add to it, but now I will be able to SEE all my stuff and use it! I love it! I’m so good at coming up with organizing stuff like that. 
It’s all from IKEA. The shelf, bar, and S hooks. Hubby said my shelf idea wouldn’t work but look it does! Ok, I will stop now. I guess it’s the little things that excite me.
Taxi, my mom, grandma, and great-grandma all make guilts. They are nice warm, Minnesota winter quilts, and we always toss them in the washer, using cold water, and run it on the regular cycle. Tumble dry low in the dryer with tennis balls. The tennis balls keep them the quilt from getting all lumpy/tangled up. Better yet to dry it is to hang it out on the clothesline in the summer. Sigh I miss having a clothesline.
If it’s a huge quilt, we have been known to take them to the laundromat as to not wreck our washer.
That’s how we have always washed out quilts and we have never had a problem.
I can’t wait to get home and put on my new monkey pajamas. Yes that’s right. Monkey pajamas.
I like tidy things, too. (note no pics of my house are going online anytime soon).
Re the Little Mermaid: and let us not forget the sexual symbolism. IMS, (and mine frequently doesn’t) isn’t her fin somewhat violently slashed–with a sword, no less- to make legs? Make of that what you will…
IMO, it’s essentially a story about wanting what you cannot have unless you are prepared to suffer permanent change and consequences for it. The question must be asked; what is worth that? Disney would say romantic love, but in the original, the Mermaid does not “get” the Prince, and she returns to the sea, eventually. Link: TheLittleMermaid
:dubious: 
She does gain a human soul - or has the chance to, anyway. For what it’s worth. At least in the Andersen version she has the chance to obtain what she wants (an immortal soul) through her own efforts, in the end. In the Disney version it’s all kind of confused - in the beginning she wants to be part of the human world, but later on she just wants to be with Eric, and that’s what ultimately motivates her to sacrifice her voice for a pair of legs. It’s like her desire for independence wasn’t enough to motivate her to make that sacrifice. Don’t run away from home because you want to be free, girls - only run away if you have someone you really really love! (The mermaid in the Andersen tale doesn’t even want independence - all she wants is to be human and have an immortal soul.)
Sorry - this was the stuff I originally planned to write my thesis on, so I get carried away in these discussions. :smack:
I want monkey pjs.
Ayup, so do mine. And they make sure to give me my fair share as well. 
yes. They’re good at the guilts. Quilts, now–they take some time and skill.
ETA: Damn! Beat to it by Hazel!
And what does one do with an immortal soul? It sounds very Christian now. I preferred thinking of it as pagan/sexually deviant etc. Another illusion shattered.
I don’t think her tail is slashed with a sword, but every step she takes will feel like it’s on the points of daggers and the edges of swords. And her sisters sell their hair to the Sea Witch for a knife. If she plunged it into the Prince’s heart, and let the blood run over her feet, she’d become a mermaid again.
I was outraged by the Disney version when it came out.(I was ten or so) I thought giving up everything for a soul (so as not to turn to foam and disappear when she dies) was more dignified than the I-Just-Love-Him business. And when her father just randomly gives her legs at the end! Bleh.
It was my favourite story. Along with The Happy Prince. I really was morbid.
ETA: eleanor, the Mermaid swims up to the surface and sees the Prince because on her sixteenth birthday, she’s allowed to go see the world of air for the first time, and already knows that humans have a different, better end than mermaids. Mermaids live for six hundred years, and at the end they dissolve into foam upon the waves. Humans only live for a little while, but go to Paradise for eternity.
She asks her grandmother if there’s any way to get a soul, and her grandmother says it’s nearly impossible: “Unless a man loves you more than father or mother, and your hands are joined by a priest, you cannot gain a soul”.
Obviously I can’t type tonight! Quilts and guilts, I get it all, lol. 
Yeah, Hans Christian Andersen was totally Christian. There’s this one story where a little girl uses a loaf of bread as a stepping-stone in a mudpuddle because she doesn’t want to get her shoes dirty, and she sinks into hell to suffer for her sin. :dubious: He was a miserable bastard, even if he did have a wonderful imagination.
Li-Li, “The Happy Prince” was Wilde’s story, right? He had some pretty whacky fairytales as well.
If I remember correctly, however, the little mermaid didn’t know she was getting a shot at an immortal soul when she decided not to kill the prince. She’d resigned herself to seafoam, and her second shot at the whole thing was a surprise, I think.
Hmmmm. The version I linked to has mermaids living for 300 years. And no daggers when walking–just swords slashing her neither regions to split her in two (well, legs) and make her human.
Any way you slice this fish, it’s sexual, baby.
I’m feeling pretty down today. I can’t snap out of it.
Ugh, I sound pathetic.
And me: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=9514556&postcount=69
I have to get up at an Evil Hour Wednesday morning to go to the airport. Not looking forward to that. On the plus side, when I call in tomorrow, I’m going to tell both departments I won’t be back till Thursday. I’ll make it up over Spring Break.
I just found out that I’m doing 2 0530s back to back and then leaving the next day for on-campus. :rolleyes: I’m not thrilled with this schedule.
have a nice trip, Spaz.
I’ve also decided that over my spring break (which is not the same as my kids’–that would be too organized and sensible) I will do two whole days at the library. I cannot do this for 8 more weeks. It’s killing me slowly…
We are about to assemble our combo rowing-machine-slash-recumbent-bike thingie. It finally arrived from Sears after a backorder of nearly 2 months, and has been sitting in the living room since Saturday afternoon waiting for its time to shine.
Pray for us.
I have a sinking feeling that this will end at 2am with the living room covered in scattered parts, none of which remotely resemble the finished product.