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Rabbit Hole Blog Day January 27, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — keekahoney @ 11:56 am

Saw this post on Boing Boing a couple weeks ago and thought it would be a good idea for me to try.  So here goes.  I was going to transcribe one of the stories I wrote when I was a teenager, but realized they would probably be better off read aloud in a Salon of Shame, lol.  Instead, I’ll transcribe the first few paragraphs of the least horrible story I wrote back then, and then I’ll tell you about some of the others.

The Day of Death

It was a foggy, humid, mid-eastern morning.  The heat seemed to rise from the pavement in swirls of tortured souls, begging for deliverance from the brutal sun.  Swarms of the perspiring public strolled along sidewalks, dropping into air-conditioned stores for relief.  Others sat on park benches in the shade, trying to end their hunger for a single, chilling breeze.

It was a day for short tempers.  Passionate arguments broke out suddenly, and for trivial reasons.  Old women visiting on porches in the suburbs quarrelled all day, their cackling voices carried down the street by the sunny, gray wind.

This was the day of death, and Death nodded, beginning his wait.  Yes, the impending doom talked about for centuries was soon now.  no longer would the radical street prophets be doubted.

Death drifted slowly over the earth, pausing every so often to whisper a solitary word into the air, to be heard by those who needed to hear it.


There you have it! The rest of that short story details what happens when animals go nutso en masse and begin to attack humanity for our environmental wrongdoings.  Even the environmentalists are not spared, although they “were shown compassion and spared the merciless deaths used on the others.  They passed away peacefully that night, and the animals watched them perish with what seemed almost like tears.”  

I actually don’t know why I’ve hung on to these stories.  Over the years I’ve managed to rid myself of most of the sentimental items from my childhood and adolescence, but I still have a few things.  I’ve limited myself to one medium-sized box, and once in awhile I’ll take a trip down memory lane.

Most of the stories centre around the classic teenaged theme of tragic love, or celebrity love (or both).  A humorous story that was co-written with my best friend details her pregnancy by Simon LeBon of  Duran Duran and my engagement to Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue (oh, and my brief love affair with Jon Bon Jovi, who needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation).  Another story, handwritten on 7 loose-leaf pages with no paragraph breaks, tells of my subsequent marriage to Nikki Sixx and all the fun we had throwing wild parties.  It was written when I was 13 and I am amused at my idea of ‘wild’ back then.  There was some drinking, sure, but mostly we had indoor snowball fights with balled up paper.

The two longest stories involve both time travel and death.  In one, I am magically transported back in time to 1979 where I meet, fall in love, and eventually die tragically with Randy Rhoads, who played guitar with Quiet Riot and Ozzy Osbourne.  In the other, I am transported back in time to England in 1808 where I meet, become best friends for 11 years, fall in love, and eventually die tragically with Lord Byron, the womanizing romantic poet.

Another of my stories was written and illustrated in 1986 (when I was 12), but set in 2009.  Apparently there is a horrible war taking place between the U.S. and the U.S.S.R., and a young boy who stepped into a time machine at Expo 86 convinces everyone to stop fighting, and then gets sent home after getting a  tour of a typical home in 2009.  Every room has a fax machine, the typical family’s computer has a CD-R drive and a laser printer, the phones are small enough to fit in your pocket (!), and there are “mini-computers that fit behind your 6 inch wide ties.”  Oh, and don’t forget the bomb shelter attached to every home.

I think that’s enough Rabbit Hole Blogging for today!  If there’s anyone out there reading this, leave me a link to your blog in the comments if you decide to do a Rabbit Hole Blog of your own.


Free! January 7, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — keekahoney @ 11:25 pm

I did it!  We did it!

I pulled Bailey out of school.  It is still against her father’s wishes, but I tried my best to communicate with him.  The e-mail I sent him went unanswered, and I asked him about it when he got to town for xmas.  He said he didn’t receive it, so I gave him a heads up about it’s content, asked him to look for it, and told him I’d like for us to go for coffee to discuss it further.  And then I never heard from him again except for when he visited briefly with Bailey, and he never brought it up.  I coulda/shoulda brought it up myself I suppose, but I am tired of being the one pushing for open dialogue. 

The two weeks she spent at home for xmas break were so relaxing, and it was so nice to have her around all the time.  We got through a bout of head lice just days before xmas (sob) but learned all about the louse’s life cycle in the process. 

Bailey got a hamster from us for xmas.  We picked her up a few days after xmas, and Bailey named her Brownie…she’s black.  She is the tamest, most social hamster I have ever seen!  She sleeps in Bailey’s hands and in her shirt pocket.  She perks up when we come near her cage, and appears to like us for more than our ability to provide food.

I have started a sister blog,  So… what do you DO all day? where I plan to keep a record of what Bailey and I do on this new unschooling adventure.  I’m doing it partly because I think it will be interesting to look back on all we’ve done, and partly so I have a record to save my ass on the off chance that Bailey’s father decides to take action against me. . . which given his past is highly unlikely.

In other news, I’ll be home with Bailey full-time now.  As I’ve mentioned before I am pregnant and due in May.  I wasn’t planning to go on maternity leave until April, but on New Year’s Eve I started having Braxton-Hicks contractions that lasted well over an hour, and weren’t relieved by anything.  After a few days, my midwife told me that I likely have an irritable uterus, and that it would be best if I quit work early.  I’m not on bed rest… just rest, lol.  My boss has been much more understanding than I thought he would be, especially considering I am giving him next to no notice, and he doesn’t have the staff available to cover my shifts.  I work one more shift, for 6 hours tomorrow and then I, too, will be free!

We are trying not to worry about the financial impact this will have on our family.  I firmly believe that all will be okay.  Ever since I saw The Secret  I have been exploring the possibilities of positive thinking and visualization.  Amazing things have already happened, so I just need to keep believing.

In closing, I want to revise something I said in my last post: “The teachers she’s had have been very kind, reasonable, gentle, understanding, and motivated to do their very best.  But they all share the point of view that children belong in school, that you need to externally motivate children or else they’ll never learn, and that it is society’s duty to prepare children for the “real world,” which to them means university, a career, marriage, and the inevitability of taxes and death.”  I shouldn’t have said that they all share a certain point of view.  My best friend in the whole world is a teacher and I certainly don’t presume to know exactly what she believes about education.  This has been bugging me since I re-read my last post, so I wanted to acknowledge it.