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SIFF this weekend!!!

As some of you know, Blaine was involved in the making of Girls Rock!, a documentary about Rock'N'Roll Camp For Girls. Well, the film has come full circle, from her interviews, her refusal to be followed at camp, a major shake up with the camp's board of directors, a subsequent camp experience, and the final film cut, to The Seattle International Film Festival premier this Friday night. Two years has flown right by!

Apparently, Blaine is not in it very much. Her shyness and refusal to be followed at camp, lead to only a tiny bit of her footage being used and included in the movie. But one of her songs is featured! I'm pretty sure that Blaine's Tourette's is the reason she so steadfastly refused to be followed at camp...although she never seemed bothered by it before, I think having every single sound she uttered taped was a little more than she could handle. But the film was not meant to be about Blaine anyway...its about the tremendous power of RRC4G....what the experience of rock camp gives to every girl that attends. It is a definite MUST SEE!

If you live in the Seattle area, go check it out!

There are two screenings of the film, both at the Harvard Exit Theater...one Friday night and one Sunday. On Saturday afternoon, there will be a benefit for RRC4G at Chop Suey on Capitol Hill.

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P.S.S.- Choosy Moms

I find this one particularly UN-funny because I have a jar of the tainted peanut butter in MY frige. Its sealed in a bag, awaiting testing, if needed. We are part of the class action suit against Con-Agra. I made PB&Js for my husband and daughter for a couple of months with that crap. It was on sale when I bought it, so I bought a few. We went through a jar, or two, and a half before the recall. Hubs and Blaine were sick, intermittently, for well over two months. I never got sick because I don't eat peanut butter. I feel tremendous guilt for continuing, although unknowingly, to feed my family something tainted, that made them ill. I wondered why the stomch flu was SO pervasive...I insisted that I never got sick because I wash my hands so much, and that they could learn a valuable lesson from me. Little did I know, there was another reason for their illnesses and my apparent good health.

I've never been party in a law suit before and I don't know what to expect from it....I'm just angry that my family was continually made sick, and that every time it was because I made them a sandwich. Now my stomach turns, just thinking about it.

Ivy 1989 - 2007

Just over 18 years ago, I bound down the stairs of our apartment building, late for work. My foot hit the last step and I heard a noise. There was a rustling and a mewing, coming from the bushes adjacent to the bottom of the stairs. I bent down to look, just as a tiny head popped up from underneath a huge variegated ivy leaf. "Well, hello there!", I said.

It was a tiny, grey, tabby kitten tangled among the vines of the ivy bushes. I didn't hesitate. I scooped her up and she mewed again, licking my fingers, purring. I turned it over to see what we had, giving her belly a scratch. It was a girl. I turned and walked back up the stairs. A few more minutes late wouldn't make a difference.

I rang the doorbell and Soon-to-be-Hubs opened the door, perplexed as to why I was standing there. I held out the scrawny grey rag to him and said, "Get some litter, a box, and some Kitten Chow....we're keeping her. Her name is Ivy...'cause thats where I found her."

My friend passed away this morning. She waited until I got up to check on her to say goodbye. I stroked the soft fur of her head, scratching behind her ears like she liked me to do. She gave one last quiet mew and left us.

Goodbye, Old Bitchy Kitty, I love you.

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