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Dec. 13th, 2004 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velvetpageTwo workouts in three days. If I manage one more during my afternoon "off" on Wednesday, I'll be in good shape for the week. The goal is to have my clothes fitting the way they were in October by the end of December. Biggest possible roadblock to this plan is wrapped in tin foil in my fridge, awaiting steaming and white sauce. In fact, there are three of them to be eaten within nine days. But the exercise is the key here. I have got to work out at least six times over the holidays.
Elizabeth has started singing along with her Carmen Campagne CD. She knows large sections of the Vache song, which is about milking a cow. It's hilarious, actually. They do the basic, nursery-rhyme version, then the La Bamba version: "A la vaca, la vache bamba." She gets right into it, with one of her stuffed animals dancing along with her. She also knows a lot of "A Saint Malo," which is a traditional song from Normandy that I just love. One of these days I'll use it in class.
I made it through an impromptu dinner at my dad's, for which I am very proud of myself. I managed not to say much during the discussion of the Supreme Court decision on gay marriage legislation. Elizabeth charmed the socks off her grandad and her uncle Jon, and for the first time in my memory, I got my brother to admit that in this round of bargaining, my union had not one, but two really good points against our board of ed. I don't think my brother has ever before in his life agreed with a union position on anything, but when our board is being so dumb about stuff like fifths disease, it's hard to find any fault with the union's position. Now if we can only convince the public of that when we begin a work-to-rule campaign in March. . . *sigh*
Elizabeth has started singing along with her Carmen Campagne CD. She knows large sections of the Vache song, which is about milking a cow. It's hilarious, actually. They do the basic, nursery-rhyme version, then the La Bamba version: "A la vaca, la vache bamba." She gets right into it, with one of her stuffed animals dancing along with her. She also knows a lot of "A Saint Malo," which is a traditional song from Normandy that I just love. One of these days I'll use it in class.
I made it through an impromptu dinner at my dad's, for which I am very proud of myself. I managed not to say much during the discussion of the Supreme Court decision on gay marriage legislation. Elizabeth charmed the socks off her grandad and her uncle Jon, and for the first time in my memory, I got my brother to admit that in this round of bargaining, my union had not one, but two really good points against our board of ed. I don't think my brother has ever before in his life agreed with a union position on anything, but when our board is being so dumb about stuff like fifths disease, it's hard to find any fault with the union's position. Now if we can only convince the public of that when we begin a work-to-rule campaign in March. . . *sigh*