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June 2, 2006 First Annika, then Administrative, plus Francestime 
Annika: The last raffle was held and winners were notified. Our donations total as of about 10 days ago was $5,600. Which is great! And thanks to everyone who has contributed to that. However, as you'll notice, it's slowed down a bit since the last time I posted a total (of $4,200). I think it's a combination of three things: Annika's not in the hospital, the insurance situation is no longer as pressing, and you're all getting raffled out. Of course, ideally the raffles would be for people outside of Moreena's circle of acquaintance, since those of you who already know her are already donating, without a bribe (I mean, prize). And I've found that outside of Moreena's circle of acquaintance, and with a few notable and fabulous exceptions, people seem far more inclined to open their mouths than open their wallets. So the raffles are taking a summer break, both so you can have a rest from my constant harping to buy a ticket, and so I can think about the strategy a little more deeply and hopefully come up with a more promising route for fundraising. The raffles are set to resume in September. (If you are a donor and have a problem with that decision, please write me at andrea AT athenadreaming DOT org.) Of course, if you want to donate to Annika's COTA account you can. The Virtual Casserole Campaign is still in full gear. I'd really appreciate it if those of you who have linked to Annika's account could post this update on your own blogs to spread the word. Not everyone reads Beanie Baby. Thanks! Administrative: I updated the links on the left the lazy way: If you've linked to me, I linked back to you. Unless I don't know that you've linked to me, in which case you are feeling slighted and annoyed. If you leave a comment to that effect, I'll rectify it the next time I am updating my links. I will also be adding a few other widgets and links to the sidebars over the next week or so, probably without fanfare. For example, someday soon I'll be adding a LibraryThing widget that links to all the books I've reviewed for the Green Toddler, or the ones I've read. Francestime: Why do I always make you wait until the very end? What's wrong with me? Why do you put up with this? Frances has become complimentable. She now understands enough of what we say that when we compliment her, she lights up like a candle: bit smile, twinkling eyes, shy ducking of the chin. It's adorable, so of course, I'm complimenting her even more than before. Andrea: Are you beautiful, Frances? Frances: *smile, twinkle, duck, nod* Andrea: Are you smart and strong? Frances: *bigger smile, more twinkle, duck, nod* Andrea: Are you my sweet girl? Frances: *giggle, nod* Sometimes, it doesn't work out quite the way I expect. Andrea: Are you my fabulous Frances? Frances: *looks thoughtfully into middle distance* No, I'm not. Andrea: You're not? Frances: *shakes head* And then there's last night, when we put her to bed--at 8:30!--and thirty minutes later I heard her babbling and bouncing in her crib. AS I came up the stairs, she smiled at me through the crack in her door. I went in. Frances: I'm waking up! Andrea: No, you're not. You have to sleep before you can wake up. First sleep, then waking up. OK? Frances: *puzzled silence* Frances: We go sit in the rocking chair? Andrea: *sigh* OK. But just for a minute. Frances: I go down. Andrea: Noooo, you don't. Frances: I go downstairs, and see Daddy. Andrea: No. It's bedtime. We stay upstairs, and you sleep. Frances: *wiggling* Where is the mole? Oh, there it is! There's the mole. What a cute little baby mole! Andrea: Yes, there's the mole. Frances: I LOVE you, baby mole! My mole! Andrea: Uh.... Frances: There's my happy bee! There's the window. There's my books! There's my dresser! There's the door. There's the funny monkeys! Oh, what funny monkeys! Andrea: *laughing* I love you Frances. Frances: I ... am poking my tongue. Posted by Andrea at June 2, 2006 7:32 AM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments she really is the sweetest little girl - not that you need us to tell you that of course ;) Did you follow up to find out why she wasn't your fabulous Frances at that time? Posted by: suze at June 2, 2006 11:25 AM
Love my Francestime! Thanks for posting! Posted by: Miche at June 2, 2006 4:05 PM
Suze, I think it was false modesty. ;) Posted by: Andrea at June 2, 2006 4:55 PM
I love me some Francestime! Posted by: liz at June 3, 2006 6:13 PM
Andrea, I love Frances' tongue awareness! Posted by: moreena at June 4, 2006 12:41 AM
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Change is God (Octavia Butler, Parable Series) "If the writer is a socially privileged person--particularly a White or a male or both--his imagination may have to make an intense and conscious effort to realize that people who don't share his privileged status may read his work and will not share with him many attitudes and opinions that he has been allowed to believe or pretend are shared by 'everybody.' Since the belief in a privileged view of reality is no longer tenable outside privileged circles, and often not even within them, fiction written from such an assumption will make sense only to a decreasing, and increasingly reactionary, audience. Many women writing today, however, still choose the male viewpoint, finding it easier to do so than to write from the knowledge that feminine experience of reality is flatly denied by many potential readers, including the majority of critics and professors of literature, and may rouse defensive hostility and contempt. The choice, then, would seem to be between collusion and subversion; but there's no use pretending that you can get away without making a choice. Not to choose, these days, is a choice made. All fiction has ethical, political and social weight, and sometimes the works that weigh the heaviest are those apparently fluffy or escapist fictions whose authors declare themselves 'above politics,' 'just entertainers,' and so on." Ursula le Guin Email Frances! frances AT athenadreaming DOT org You can email her mother too (that's me):
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