Barbie, you can do it!

Yes Barbie, the possibilities are endless! Dream big because you can have it all! I am a girl! I am a computer geek! I own my own business, men (and women) pay me to show them how to use computer software and write programs! I am a mother! I am a grandmother!

If you aren’t familiar with the Barbie book “I Can Be a Computer Engineer”, you aren’t missing much. It’s a horrible story to present as a role model for young girls. (As if Barbie qualifies as a role model! ***)

In this story, Barbie is a computer engineer who needs the boys to code a game for her. She infects her computer and Skipper’s computer and needs the boys to fix it for her. Sheesh. No wonder there is a shortage of women in technical fields. Books like this tell girls they are incompetent with computers and need boys to fix things for them.

Barbie as an inept computer engineer

Not all men have the attitude of the writers at Random House. I remember a Dell consultant telling me “Women make better Microsoft Exchange administrators.” So yeah, some men know we are very capable around computers.

Fortunately Random House pulled the awful book this week after receiving a firestorm of complaints over it’s sexist portrayal of girls.

Barbie you can do it

*** I say this as someone who grew up with Barbie. I had an early Barbie, one of the first Skippers. I sewed Barbie clothes for my own daughters. I still have some of my dolls here, somewhere, and a box of Barbie doll clothes I made for the kids in the basement.

Mattel pulls book, apologizes for portraying Barbie as inept computer engineer in picture book

Remembering the coldest day ever…

It is frickin’ cold. Not quite as cold as a couple of weeks ago, but cold none the less. I could kiss the person who invented heated seats. They sure are nice before the car gets warm, which can take a few miles when it’s 8 below.

Anyway, my post isn’t about the wonderful heated car seats, it’s about the last time I suffered through frigid temps, the coldest temps I can ever recall.

It was about this time of year, late January, in 1993. Phil was transferred to Tennessee a few months earlier and the kids and I stayed in Maine until the house sold and the semester ended.

I don’t recall the exact date we moved, sometime around January 25, 1993, because I remember letting Becky pick out a birthday cake at Kroger in Tennessee (on Jan 28) because the baking dishes were packed. It was the first store-bought birthday cake she ever had. (As a side note, we have a warm spell almost every year around her birthday. Obviously not this year!)

We had no snow until after Christmas (just like this year!), then it snowed a little bit every day. Chris kept a very large area shoveled (we didn’t have a snowblower back then), although he wasn’t too good at keeping the end of the driveway clear.

By moving day, we had piles of snow everywhere. The mover wasn’t happy when he saw the piles beside the driveway, but he was able to plow through it and had lots of room to turn the rig around in the area Chris kept shoveled.

When the packers arrived it was near zero for the daytime highs. It wasn’t too bad – they were in and out but we could keep the doors closed. (Packers pack everything; we moved a box of rocks and several radiator coolant bottles full of water.)

The next morning the movers came to load the truck. It was 40 below overnight, warming to a tropical 20 below at midday. I took the kids to school and my poor Aerostar van didn’t want to go; oh how I wished for an engine block heater. (It sounded like it wished it had an engine block heater too. :)) The movers had the doors blocked open all day. I wore a coat and gloves in the house and was still cold. I turned the thermostat down to conserve oil and we still blew through close to 100 gallons that day and they only had the van half loaded.  It was frigid the second day they loaded the van too and the furnace sucked down more oil, they finished up late afternoon and hit the road. The kids and I spent the night in a local hotel then headed south.

When the van arrived with our possessions, the first thing off the truck were the bicycles. We had a huge paved parking area behind the garage for the kids to ride on; they thought it was so cool that they could ride bikes in January. That was a new experience for them as we moved to Maine when Chris was 6 and stayed for 10 years.

Footnote: The house sale, which was supposed to close the day after we vacated, was delayed. We were told it was a temporary problem and the sale was expected to finalize the next week so we didn’t drain the pipes and winterize the house when we left. The sale fell through a couple of days after we left, but before it could be winterized the area had a power outage that lasted several hours when daytime high was still well below zero. Every cast iron radiator in the house froze and broke. The wood floors were a skating rink. They couldn’t fix it until the spring thaw because there was no heat (and they were very busy fixing everyone else’s broken pipes).

The Bad Boy Detector

GrandkidsWhen two of my grandsons were about 3 and 6, they picked at each other and fought constantly. Timeouts and other punishments didn’t change their behavior.

It drove us nuts.

The boys were staying with us, and fighting (as usual) while I made a pizza. Pizzas always set the kitchen smoke alarm off, burnt food is not required when I make pizza, so of course, the smoke alarm started blaring and the boys stopped fighting.

Grandpa is good at making things up and told the boys the noise was from the bad boy detector. He told them if it went off again, they couldn’t watch TV after supper.

They were (almost) angels the rest of the evening, out of fear they’d set off the bad boy detector. We looked at each other and thought “Wow, we gotta use this more often.”

Our smoke detectors are linked – when a detector on one floor goes off, it sets the other detectors off – so it was easy to trigger without the kids noticing. When the boys misbehave, one of us would sneak upstairs and hit the Test button to trigger the alarm.

Unfortunately, kids grow up and just as they learn the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and Santa Claus aren’t real, they eventually figured out the bad boy detector was a smoke alarm. 🙁

Oh well, it was great while it lasted.

Alligators in Sheffield Lake?

Yes, there are alligators in Sheffield Lake. Abandoned alligators. A house across the cul-de-sac is in foreclosure and the owner/scammer is renting the house out to squatters. (Long story, involves mortgage fraud.)

The renter had an alligator as a pet and when he moved out, he left the alligator behind in the bathtub. My neighbors found out about it and called the police and animal control.

The police checked it out on a Friday and they returned on Saturday with an animal rescue group and an ambulance. (Hey, it was a quiet Saturday morning in Sheffield Lake.)

Alligator

It wasn’t a very large alligator, maybe 3 feet long or so.

Friendship Animal Protective League on Facebook

Jury pool questioning: upholding laws against pot possession

I was in the “just in case we have to excuse too many people” group in a jury pool. For the most part, it was a big waste of time… sit for hours, doing nothing. (Ok, I had my iPad and worked on it. I used my phone’s Wi-Fi while I did email, then switched to an open Wi-Fi to answer questions on my websites.) Then we had to sit for hours more in the courtroom while the lawyers and judge decided who is fit to serve. Thankfully, I wasn’t needed.

Among the questions asked was who thought weed should be legal. About half of the 34 members of the pool raised their hands. She asked those in the main group why they thought it should be legal. One man said medical use as his wife is ill and he thinks it would help her more than the $1200/month prescriptions. Others mentioned taxation (tax it like alcohol) and economics (courts are not cost-free), one person mentioned hemp as a renewable resource. (I think all 10 who were dismissed raised their hands on this question. I’d control/tax weed like alcohol and tobacco.)

The prosecutor asked if the case was about possession, could we convict, since there are laws against pot possession and court is about enforcing the law. The people she asked said yes, they would uphold the law even if they didn’t agree with the law.

She didn’t ask me, as I was in the ‘just in case’ group, #32 (and they only needed 13). I would have said no, I could not convict. Marijuana might be against the law, but the law is wrong and the cops are wrong for enforcing it.

There were once laws banning interracial marriage too, but that doesn’t mean those laws were right or just either. Slavery, discrimination, voting rights… all were governed by bad laws in our history.

There are several websites that list old, stupid laws that have never been repealed, like riding a horse backwards on Sunday or some such nonsense. A cop would be laughed out of town if he tried to arrest someone for something so asinine. It should be the same with simple possession of weed.

A bad law is a bad law and no juror should be party to enforcing a bad law.

And for the record, if you are wondering if I’m a pot head… I have never smoked pot. When I was about 10 my sister and I tried one of dad’s Lucky Stripes. We each got one puff in and decided smoking was the most vile and disgusting thing.

The hawk missed his prey

Hawk resting after hitting door

Hawk resting after hitting doorIt was a beautiful evening so I took the tablet outside and worked at the table under the gazabo, enjoying the fresh air and watching the birds feast at the feeders.

All of a sudden something big comes flying under the gazebo and slammed into the patio door behind me. I immediately knew it was a hawk, based on the force of the impact. Small birds fly into the door occasionally and this time it was a very loud thump. I looked over and saw that I was correct, it was a hawk, and immediately called (ok, screamed) for Phil, who was inside watching TV, to come look.

Henri beat him to the door and went after the hawk. The hawk quickly moved to the side of the deck, while Phil grabbed Henri’s collar and pulled him away from the bird. I didn’t want Henri injuring the hawk (any more than he was already hurt) and I didn’t want the hawk injuring Henri. (I’m sure the Henri would retreat after one nip from the bird, he’s a big wussy).

I took a few shots with my smartphone while I wanted for Cece to bring me the SLR. Rather than take pictures herself, she wanted me to take the camera and as I put my cell phone down, I dropped it. The hawk had recovered enough by this time and was scared off by the noise, so no high quality zoom shots of the bird.

Hawk resting after hitting door

I often see two hawks in the backyard, as our feeders provide a wonderful buffet for many birds. We even had the opportunity to see a small woodpecker become lunch one winter day. 🙁

If you’re gonna talk about locations in your song…

… make sure your geography is correct.

Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker has such a pretty melody… but it annoys me every time I hear it because it’s geographically wrong. You don’t go West from the Cumberland Gap to Johnson City, you go East. Or you go West TO the Cumberland Gap FROM Johnson City, TN.

Going south from Roanoke, you’d either take I81 (the song was written after the Interstate opened, but if you want to argue, in the pre-Interstate days, you’d take US11 South – the roads run side-by-side most of the way), and hit the Johnson city area then go west to the Gap. He clearly hitched a ride with the wrong trucker as US221 from Roanoke to Hillsville VA then east to Mt Airy NC and on to Raleigh would be the shorter route. Or even south on I81 to I77 (except parts of I77 weren’t open when the song was written) and hitch a ride with an east bound trucker…

Even if he took US58 or a similarly dinky road west from Roanoke through Southwest Virginia to the Gap, you’d still go East to get to Johnson City. Plus, it would be stupid to hitch a ride west when Raleigh is east….

“Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he’s a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

Full lyrics:

Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I’m thumbin’ my way into North Caroline
Starin’ up the road
Pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin’ me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m a hopin’ for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Runnin’ from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin’ me now
Lost my money playin’ poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain’t a turnin’ back
To livin’ that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he’s a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on before for the sun
I hear my baby callin’ my name
And I know that she’s the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Justice is not Free…

… yet courts nationwide expect – no, demand – that jurors “work” for nothing, for a pittance that won’t begin to cover the cost of gasoline to drive to the courthouse. They demand people clear their calendar and be at their beck and call for weeks, letting potential jurors know after 3:30 each afternoon if they need to come in the next day.

As a small, self-employed businessperson, the court expects me to keep my schedule clear so I’m available and I’m not needed, to be able to schedule 8 hours of appointments for “tomorrow” after 4 PM “today”.

The attorneys arguing cases before the jury don’t run their business by waiting until 3:30 PM to set up appointments for the next day, yet that is exactly what they expect business people to do.

How can any businessperson work like this and expect to make enough money to live on? Short answer: They can’t.

I won’t be able to schedule appointments in advance and will have to rely on last minute appointments for income during the month of August. I have a couple of clients who will love that, but most of my clients like to plan ahead and set aside time a few days in advance. Unfortunately, the last minute clients won’t begin to make up for income lost because I can’t schedule appointments in advance.

As a result, being on a jury will cost me in excess of $3000 in lost gross income (while increasing my expenses). And that is assuming I’m not banned from using the Internet if I’m made to serve on a jury in a case that lasts longer than a few hours. It’s kind of hard to run an Internet-based consulting business if you can’t use the Internet, and the loss of Internet access would cost me several hundred more.

While many employers pay their employees regular wages when called to jury duty, self-employed small business people have no one to pay them for lost wages.

No work equals no pay.

Some employers make the employee use vacation and sick days, but again, the self-employed don’t have this luxury.

No work equals no pay.

Bank of America expects my mortgage payment on time and in full, they don’t care that my income can be close to 0 for the entire month because I need to be always available for jury duty. They want paid and if they aren’t, they won’t hesitate to foreclose.

Heck, even the county that is calling me to serve on the jury expects me to pay my property taxes, on time and in full (at the rate of $12 a day, more than pittance given to jurors). They won’t care that I have no money because of involuntary, forced servitude to the court system.

Society gets the justice system they are willing to pay for, and unfortunately, no one is willing to pay for true juries of their peers and I can’t afford to carry the cost of serving on my own.

Building houses in swamplands

Swampland in Sheffield lakeI’ve been meaning to write about the swamplands behind the house but have been so busy writing about Outlook that I haven’t had time…  short version is that a developer wants to build low income housing in the swamp, because swampland is cheap and poor people don’t deserve better.

(That last part is sarcasm BTW. I’d like to see more help given to low income people to buy homes instead of throwing rent money down the drain – and no, the housing meltdown was not caused by poor people buying houses but greedy, lying banksters.)

I am opposed to Gibbs Place project for several reasons:

  1. I’m a nature lover and I don’t want to see the swamp built-up. A flock of wild turkeys, deer, coyotes, and other assorted animals live there. There is a nesting pair of Baltimore Orioles, a red-headed woodpecker, barn owls, hummingbirds, and bats who call it their home.
  2. Throwing poor people into a swamp because the land is cheap is wrong. Especially when Sheffield Lake has enough low income housing and probably enough vacancies. (One complex is sitting empty – fix it up and fill it up before paving over more land).
  3. It would hurt the local residents who own rental property. These people spend their rental income locally and this helps the community. Gibbs Place will suck income out of the area.
  4. It would lower my property value. Anyone who tries to say otherwise has a few screws loose. There is no way you can build cheap housing next to an existing development and not affect the values of the neighboring homes.

We lost of a lot of value in the housing crash as it was. If the property values go down I’ll be underwater forever. But really, it’s more than just what will happen to my property value – and they could reduce the hit if they’d leave a 50 ft strip of woods between the existing houses and the new development.

Two of our neighbors put their houses on the market because the proposed development would be in their backyards. I mean “in their backyards” – they have short lots. The developer plans to put a basketball court 30 feet from what is currently a $200,000 house. It obviously won’t remain a $200,000 house if that happens.

We’re on the end of a cul-de-sac and have a deeper lot, so the cheap houses won’t be on top of us, but would still be close… just not that close. And yes, they would be cheap houses – 1500 SQ FT 2 story homes with 2 car garages, built on slabs… expected cost is less than $100,000 per house, ready to move in.

If they’d leave a 50 ft buffer of trees between that development and ours, our property values wouldn’t dive (so much) and it could work… well, except for the “dumping poor people in a swamp” part. Of course, if they left a wooded strip, the lot wouldn’t be wide enough… they need to build as close to the property lines as possible to fit 48 houses, a clubhouse, a basketball court and gardens in.

During a site inspection, the developer told the state the land was wet due to excessive snow melt. What a liar! It’s always wet, except in periods of extreme drought, when it is cracked mud. (The salamanders and frogs visit my fish pond when the swamp is dry.)

The good news is that if the developer plans to go ahead with “Gibbs Place”, it won’t be with state funded tax credits/offsets. The housing authority denied their proposal, ranking it next to last in the competition for funding. Hooray for the state doing something right for the area residents and potential future residents!

Is it too much to hope that this means the project is dead, dead, dead? Because the project received such low marks, the Ohio housing authority does not expect them to resubmit this project. They’ll need private funding, and no tax credits, to continue the project.

Kasich the spammer!

A while back (months ago!) I started getting spam from the Kasich for Ohio group – they were begging for support for Issue 2 and begging for money to help their side make SB5 the law… I know I never signed up for it (the only thing I would sign is a recall petition). I ignored the problem figuring they would go away once they lost on Issue 2. No such luck. Now they just beg for money.

Inertia is so much easier, so I put up with it for weeks. Today I decided enough is enough and looked for the unsubscribe link. Morons… they require me to type my email address in a form to unsubscribe. Several addresses are assigned to the mailbox so I type in the address I send mail from, figuring that they stole addresses from state agencies (I used the email address on my business registration paperwork and used it to send an email to Gov. Strickland’s office over a tax matter[1]).

I checked the message header – I don’t know where the morons got that email address from but its definitely not an address that I used for anything official. I used it only for purchases years ago (DUH! that’s why it contains _buy@). I haven’t used it for purchases at least the last 5 years (I use a gmail address for that purpose now).  It’s not in google or bing searches, so its never been used publicly.

There is no way I signed up for anything with this address in the last 2 years and I would never, ever use this (or any other address of mine) for anything associated with support for Kasich.

After all this, I guess it’s no surprise that they don’t use SPF records for their domain:

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[1] Ohio wanted me to pay income taxes to them for the last year we lived in TN. All because I used an Ohio address on my federal tax return as we lived in Ohio at the time I filed the taxes. Ohio wanted either taxes for the previos year or proof I paid them to another state but TN doesn’t have state taxes so I didn’t have proof. After weeks of back and forth and sending proof to the tax agency that we lived in TN, I contacted the governor’s office for help because the deadline for payment passed and we hadn’t heard if my proof that we lived in TN when the income was earned was accepted.