Sister.
My sister called me this morning. "I read your blog."
"Oh yeah, did you read the post about spanking kids?"
"Yeah, it was good."
"It was pretty long."
"Yes, I thought, oh geez, just shut up and spank your kid already."
Haha
"I can't believe you read my blog, you never read it."
"Well, I had to check in and make sure you weren't talking about me."
"Oh well, you better check the archives then--haha, just kidding"
"I really liked the post about Puppy, that was funny."
"Yes, just because you remember it, what are you doing? Do you want to come hang out?"
"No, I'm going to take a nap."
"All right...talk to you later."
Monday, August 27, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
The Girl Wants A Puppy
It Is Not Going To Happen.
When my brother was 2 years old he decided to chuck humanity and become a puppy. For about a year he insisted "call me Puppy!" Whenever we said his name, he immediately corrected us. We started calling him "Puppy". I think we all just didn't want the argument. He took his puppy thing to a whole new level, and even acted like a puppy. This was also what we could call his nudist phase. We had to get puppy to actually put on some clothes for pictures on Christmas morning.
He was naked so much we just got used to it. What can I say? He was home, and he was safe. My daughter went through a similar phase, but it was for a much shorter period of time. Whenever we were home off went the clothes. Unfortunately for my brother, my sister and I were so much older than him, so we have much better memories of his puppy phase, and so do all of our friends. I'm sure to an outsider this whole thing must have seemed strange. The only thing we could get him to wear most of the time was an actual dog collar. Well, actually, he insisted on wearing the dog collar, we would have preferred that he not.
This was the same year that he really wanted a basket for his bicycle. My mom searched high and low for that damn basket, and the only one she could find was a white one with plastic flowers on the front of it. AND she bought it for him. He loved the thing. I think there is a picture somewhere of the bicycle with the gay basket on it, but that is for another post really.
I don't remember when he stopped being Puppy. I was a kid too so it is difficult for me to put a timeline on it. I do know that the paper boy was in the same class with my sister in high school, and he actually wrote in her yearbook, "I enjoyed delivering the paper to you and your naked little brother all of those years." Puppy lives on in infamy. I think the worst part was when Puppy went outside on the deck when we sitting down to dinner and proceeded to go potty just they way any ordinary puppy would do. We were all pretty much mortified, and puppy got scolded for that one.
Somehow my parents managed to get that boy through his phase, and luckily he has very little memory of it at all, in fact, I don't think he remembers any of it, and he gets fairly annoyed whenever the subject is brought up. I don't blame him for that. We usually don't mention the puppy thing unless we are all in a really wacky mood.
None of this really has anything to do with the fact that my mother in law's best friend's dog just had puppies and my daughter wants one really super duper really really bad. Of course, I have no inclination to bring another animal into this house under any circumstance, unless I decide I want my husband to leave me which is not bloody likely at all because I adore him, and he treats me like a spoiled rotten princess. Well daughter thinks if she really really begs for this thing we will break down and get it for her, but we will not because we don't want anymore animals, we've got our hands full with the 2 dogs, 3 cats, and chinchilla that we have already.
Kids don't always think about the practicality of these things. They just see cute, want cute, must have cute. I feel for her. I understand this thing. See it, hold it, love it, want it, but there comes a time when the answer is just flat out "no", and she is not liking that answer. We can't just collect animals. She doesn't understand this, or refuses too. I've been there. I brought home a couple of animals and begged and pleaded, and I learned that if I could get dad to take a liking to the thing it was in. Worked every time like a charm. We all knew this.
I don't know why she refuses to believe that this puppy will one day just be another average dog, but she seems to think it will be a cute little puppy forever. I have half a mind to opt out and let daddy handle this one. He will say no, and that will be the end of the subject. Period. He is the ying to my yang if there ever was one, and I wish he was home because I miss my love when he is not here.
I love animals too, but I refuse to live in a zoo. I can't take one more pet. I can't give them all of the attention they crave. My cat sits here right now, he climbs on my shoulder I pet him for a few minutes then put him down, he comes right back. He's playing havoc on the keyboard as I type this. I will take the whole horde to bed soon, and everyone will get their cuddling and petting and all will be well. The dogs patiently wait and pass gas under the desk, but they will jump right up and follow me as soon as I get up.
The lesson my daughter needs to learn is to be committed to the pets she has. Oh I know she could love another, but we've given these guys a home, and they want their own attention. We just don't have room for another. Sheesh, the dog she wants is a little yipper anyway, my neighbors would have a fit.
So, no on the puppy, and that IS final, it might take her a while to believe it, but she will get it eventually. I better go to bed. Good Night.
When my brother was 2 years old he decided to chuck humanity and become a puppy. For about a year he insisted "call me Puppy!" Whenever we said his name, he immediately corrected us. We started calling him "Puppy". I think we all just didn't want the argument. He took his puppy thing to a whole new level, and even acted like a puppy. This was also what we could call his nudist phase. We had to get puppy to actually put on some clothes for pictures on Christmas morning.
He was naked so much we just got used to it. What can I say? He was home, and he was safe. My daughter went through a similar phase, but it was for a much shorter period of time. Whenever we were home off went the clothes. Unfortunately for my brother, my sister and I were so much older than him, so we have much better memories of his puppy phase, and so do all of our friends. I'm sure to an outsider this whole thing must have seemed strange. The only thing we could get him to wear most of the time was an actual dog collar. Well, actually, he insisted on wearing the dog collar, we would have preferred that he not.
This was the same year that he really wanted a basket for his bicycle. My mom searched high and low for that damn basket, and the only one she could find was a white one with plastic flowers on the front of it. AND she bought it for him. He loved the thing. I think there is a picture somewhere of the bicycle with the gay basket on it, but that is for another post really.
I don't remember when he stopped being Puppy. I was a kid too so it is difficult for me to put a timeline on it. I do know that the paper boy was in the same class with my sister in high school, and he actually wrote in her yearbook, "I enjoyed delivering the paper to you and your naked little brother all of those years." Puppy lives on in infamy. I think the worst part was when Puppy went outside on the deck when we sitting down to dinner and proceeded to go potty just they way any ordinary puppy would do. We were all pretty much mortified, and puppy got scolded for that one.
Somehow my parents managed to get that boy through his phase, and luckily he has very little memory of it at all, in fact, I don't think he remembers any of it, and he gets fairly annoyed whenever the subject is brought up. I don't blame him for that. We usually don't mention the puppy thing unless we are all in a really wacky mood.
None of this really has anything to do with the fact that my mother in law's best friend's dog just had puppies and my daughter wants one really super duper really really bad. Of course, I have no inclination to bring another animal into this house under any circumstance, unless I decide I want my husband to leave me which is not bloody likely at all because I adore him, and he treats me like a spoiled rotten princess. Well daughter thinks if she really really begs for this thing we will break down and get it for her, but we will not because we don't want anymore animals, we've got our hands full with the 2 dogs, 3 cats, and chinchilla that we have already.
Kids don't always think about the practicality of these things. They just see cute, want cute, must have cute. I feel for her. I understand this thing. See it, hold it, love it, want it, but there comes a time when the answer is just flat out "no", and she is not liking that answer. We can't just collect animals. She doesn't understand this, or refuses too. I've been there. I brought home a couple of animals and begged and pleaded, and I learned that if I could get dad to take a liking to the thing it was in. Worked every time like a charm. We all knew this.
I don't know why she refuses to believe that this puppy will one day just be another average dog, but she seems to think it will be a cute little puppy forever. I have half a mind to opt out and let daddy handle this one. He will say no, and that will be the end of the subject. Period. He is the ying to my yang if there ever was one, and I wish he was home because I miss my love when he is not here.
I love animals too, but I refuse to live in a zoo. I can't take one more pet. I can't give them all of the attention they crave. My cat sits here right now, he climbs on my shoulder I pet him for a few minutes then put him down, he comes right back. He's playing havoc on the keyboard as I type this. I will take the whole horde to bed soon, and everyone will get their cuddling and petting and all will be well. The dogs patiently wait and pass gas under the desk, but they will jump right up and follow me as soon as I get up.
The lesson my daughter needs to learn is to be committed to the pets she has. Oh I know she could love another, but we've given these guys a home, and they want their own attention. We just don't have room for another. Sheesh, the dog she wants is a little yipper anyway, my neighbors would have a fit.
So, no on the puppy, and that IS final, it might take her a while to believe it, but she will get it eventually. I better go to bed. Good Night.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
There Comes A Time When...
We Must Embarrass Our Children.
My daughter is not embarrassed of me yet, but I will never forget the day my dad became embarrassing. I was about 13 years old, and I was walking home from school with my friends. We were total dorks who loved listening to "Thriller", and Madonna's "Lucky Star", and were overall spoiled brats of the 80's. Well, this one particular day, as we approached my house I noticed a very strange object sitting at the curb in front of it, and so did my friends. It was a toilet. Our toilet, and the whole neighborhood could see it sitting right there on the curb. I was suddenly overcome with embarrassment.
To make matters worse, my friends found it strangely hilarious, and were laughing and laughing, and then HE came out of the garage. My dad. He was wearing his overalls. This was in 1983 when no one wore overalls except farmers, and we lived IN the suburbs minus any farm animals. Oh and they noticed the overalls too, oh yes they did. I laughed too, but I found it such an embarrassment. I said my good byes and approached the house. I walked up to my dad and said hello, and then I whined, "DAAAADDD, did you have to put the toilet out here right now? HOW EMBARRASSING! Everyone is walking home from school and can look at our toilet" Of course he found this extremely amusing. Luckily he had a thick skin because I also informed him that his choice in clothing was very embarrassing too!
Oh boy. Did I open a can of worms. After that it was him threatening to put another toilet out with a sign on it saying it was my toilet so everyone could see. Then since the city bus went by our house every day, and sometimes my dad would ride the bus I swear just for the fun of it, he would say, "Oh, all of the bus passengers were asking if that was your toilet out there" So, I would retort, "Yeah, well, when I left for school there were some bus passengers lined up out there waiting to use the toilet" and of course he would practically fall over laughing. I think we went on like this for years. In fact, I could probably still get him to laugh really hard if I brought it up today.
I got over my silly embarrassments, but it took me a while. Now I see how childish it was, but I was a child so I guess that's normal for some kids.
My best friend since third grade has kids who are at that age where they are sometimes appalled that they are related to her. Most of the time they think she is swell, but sometimes they get embarrassed of her too. I know my time is coming, and honestly, I am kind of looking forward to it. I will have power again. Mwahahaha.
So, this morning on the phone my friend tells me how absolutely horrible it was doing the school supply shopping. She said she ended up going to 7 different stores in search of the demanded items, and she says she they ran into a lot of her daughter's classmates and their parents. She says, "my daughter got embarrassed though because I was really hot all day so I put on some socks with my sandals."
I burst out laughing. "Oh, please tell me you weren't wearing the black socks." Sometimes after work she will go home and throw on some shorts and she and her kids will come over and spend the evening at my house, and there have been a couple of times she has been wearing black socks with tennis shoes and shorts!!
One night I said to her son, "I thought she promised not to wear the black socks with the shorts again." He said, "I thought so too, but I guess not today" and we would tease her about it.
So, she says, "No, I wasn't wearing the black socks with my sandals, just some regular white ones."
"No wonder she was embarrassed, did you have on the yellow sandals with the white socks?" I asked. Yep, she did. I need to get her to send me a picture of this look so I can post it. I'm telling you it is funny.
"But my feet were so hot and tired and sweaty, I needed the socks." She explained.
"I understand" I said, and we both laughed about it. We laughed again about it tonight when she came to visit it was just funny.
Anyway, the next few years are going to be fun with the kids. Their ages right now are 12, 13, and 14 so we've got lots of good times ahead.
My daughter is not embarrassed of me yet, but I will never forget the day my dad became embarrassing. I was about 13 years old, and I was walking home from school with my friends. We were total dorks who loved listening to "Thriller", and Madonna's "Lucky Star", and were overall spoiled brats of the 80's. Well, this one particular day, as we approached my house I noticed a very strange object sitting at the curb in front of it, and so did my friends. It was a toilet. Our toilet, and the whole neighborhood could see it sitting right there on the curb. I was suddenly overcome with embarrassment.
To make matters worse, my friends found it strangely hilarious, and were laughing and laughing, and then HE came out of the garage. My dad. He was wearing his overalls. This was in 1983 when no one wore overalls except farmers, and we lived IN the suburbs minus any farm animals. Oh and they noticed the overalls too, oh yes they did. I laughed too, but I found it such an embarrassment. I said my good byes and approached the house. I walked up to my dad and said hello, and then I whined, "DAAAADDD, did you have to put the toilet out here right now? HOW EMBARRASSING! Everyone is walking home from school and can look at our toilet" Of course he found this extremely amusing. Luckily he had a thick skin because I also informed him that his choice in clothing was very embarrassing too!
Oh boy. Did I open a can of worms. After that it was him threatening to put another toilet out with a sign on it saying it was my toilet so everyone could see. Then since the city bus went by our house every day, and sometimes my dad would ride the bus I swear just for the fun of it, he would say, "Oh, all of the bus passengers were asking if that was your toilet out there" So, I would retort, "Yeah, well, when I left for school there were some bus passengers lined up out there waiting to use the toilet" and of course he would practically fall over laughing. I think we went on like this for years. In fact, I could probably still get him to laugh really hard if I brought it up today.
I got over my silly embarrassments, but it took me a while. Now I see how childish it was, but I was a child so I guess that's normal for some kids.
My best friend since third grade has kids who are at that age where they are sometimes appalled that they are related to her. Most of the time they think she is swell, but sometimes they get embarrassed of her too. I know my time is coming, and honestly, I am kind of looking forward to it. I will have power again. Mwahahaha.
So, this morning on the phone my friend tells me how absolutely horrible it was doing the school supply shopping. She said she ended up going to 7 different stores in search of the demanded items, and she says she they ran into a lot of her daughter's classmates and their parents. She says, "my daughter got embarrassed though because I was really hot all day so I put on some socks with my sandals."
I burst out laughing. "Oh, please tell me you weren't wearing the black socks." Sometimes after work she will go home and throw on some shorts and she and her kids will come over and spend the evening at my house, and there have been a couple of times she has been wearing black socks with tennis shoes and shorts!!
One night I said to her son, "I thought she promised not to wear the black socks with the shorts again." He said, "I thought so too, but I guess not today" and we would tease her about it.
So, she says, "No, I wasn't wearing the black socks with my sandals, just some regular white ones."
"No wonder she was embarrassed, did you have on the yellow sandals with the white socks?" I asked. Yep, she did. I need to get her to send me a picture of this look so I can post it. I'm telling you it is funny.
"But my feet were so hot and tired and sweaty, I needed the socks." She explained.
"I understand" I said, and we both laughed about it. We laughed again about it tonight when she came to visit it was just funny.
Anyway, the next few years are going to be fun with the kids. Their ages right now are 12, 13, and 14 so we've got lots of good times ahead.
The Crazy Side of Crazy
Indulging Neurosis.
Got up early this morning and couldn't seem to get back to sleep. I let the dogs out to do their thing, and decided to prep my coffee while they were outside. I heard the girl dog bark a couple of times, and I thought, "Oh great! The neighbors will love that." Because they just love our dogs, and their barking. I'm always conscious of each and every bark they make. I feel like I can barely let them out, and I certainly can't let them just stay out there and bark whenever they darn well feel like it.
I waited a second to see if she was going to continue to bark, and luckily for me she decided whatever it was she was barking at was not worth it and hushed up. We have been working with them on their barking, but they still do it, which is why I have them for goodness sakes. Well that, and they are really sweet babies, but I mostly wanted dogs for protection, and to ward off unwanted strangers, plus they are great companions. I don't really need to go on and on about all the reasons I wanted these dogs, but they do give me a certain peace of mind when I go to sleep at night. I like the idea that the boy dog roams the house at night, and I feel like I can sleep a little deeper knowing he will bark if anything is amiss.
Believe me, he has woke me up plenty of times when those orange cats of mine are up to no good. He has taken it as his mission in life to bark at those cats in the middle of the night, and who knows what they are up to, but I'm sure he has a good reason for it even if it does scare me half to death to wake up and wonder what he is barking about. Anyway, it gives me a sense of security knowing my two dogs are there to hear what I might not hear when I am snoring like an overstuffed pig while clutching my purple pillow. It is the best pillow, that's why I put a purple pillow case on it, it is the only one with a purple pillow case, so when I get in bed and hubby has tried to steal it, I say where is my purple pillow? And he immediately gives it up. He knows it is mine. He's a good man that way.
Of course, when my dog barked at 4:00am, I thought to myself, what would I do if my neighbors decided to really cause trouble for my dogs despite our best efforts to silence them--the dogs that is--and what if one day the authorities showed up and took my dogs away? These are the sorts of neurotic thoughts I think on 5 hours of sleep. But really, what if? What if's are so neurotic, I know, but I would guess most people indulge in what if thoughts now and then. Well, I did, and I started thinking that I would be devastated, and then the slightly vindictive side of me thought, well, I would paint a giant picture of my dogs on the side of my house.
That wasn't enough though. I imagined my neighbors having to stare at the faces of my dogs each and every day there painted on the side of my house that they love to stare at all the time. I laughed inside thinking, what would they do? Then I thought, well maybe that would be more than a little crazy thing to do, but it would make a point. I thought perhaps I could hire an artist to do a mural all along the side of my house so that every day they could look out their window and see the 10 foot tall faces of my two dogs which they hate. Then it occurred to me, I could put up a white privacy fence to run the length of the back yard, and I could have the images of my dogs running the fence and snarling at children running in sheer terror from the barking frothing at the mouth rabid dogs. I had it all pictured in my mind, it was quite amusing really, but then I realized I was entertaining some seriously crazy ideas, and decided to take my crazy a different direction.
What if I painted my entire house purple, and trimmed it with pink shutters? Then I could paint the privacy fence purple, and still have a mural on it, but it would be flowers and stuff, and I could even have rabbits and deer painted on there. I thought, big giant daisy on the side of the purple house. I imagined my husband coming home to these changes and just immediately accepting them all, and laughing alongside with me. It would be the crazy junk yard man across the street, and our insane hippy house next door, but at least our dogs wouldn't be barking right? What could anyone say? We aren't hurting them, well, I guess we would be hurting property value in a way if that is even possible in a neighborhood like this. It is not like we have covenants.
Eventually, I felt ashamed of myself for actually contemplating these things seriously. Of course my mother would be quite proud because despite her innocent pie eating ways, she is truly deep down inside a deviant. We all know this about her, and I know she would find my ideas wonderful and completely sane. My father would be totally appalled, and would shake his head and mutter, "I'm not amused" while he quietly disowned me. Good thing I married a man like my father to keep me grounded.
I even thought, fine, if I have to get rid of my dogs then I will have to buy a gun for protection. I imagined myself sitting on my front porch with a shot gun across my lap, unloaded of course, but just there for show. That would be pretty unnerving to some I suppose. I quickly discarded that idea thinking, it is better not to advertise such things. There are criminals who do break in to places to steal guns. I think the element of surprise is better in that case.
After sipping on some coffee and waking up a bit, I'm glad I'm not faced with such decisions. I will just have to continue to be vigilant with the dogs, and make sure they are not allowed to bark like maniacs, thereby keeping peace with the neighbors, and besides, I really don't want to paint my house purple even if I do really like that color. See, I'm not as crazy as I sound.
Got up early this morning and couldn't seem to get back to sleep. I let the dogs out to do their thing, and decided to prep my coffee while they were outside. I heard the girl dog bark a couple of times, and I thought, "Oh great! The neighbors will love that." Because they just love our dogs, and their barking. I'm always conscious of each and every bark they make. I feel like I can barely let them out, and I certainly can't let them just stay out there and bark whenever they darn well feel like it.
I waited a second to see if she was going to continue to bark, and luckily for me she decided whatever it was she was barking at was not worth it and hushed up. We have been working with them on their barking, but they still do it, which is why I have them for goodness sakes. Well that, and they are really sweet babies, but I mostly wanted dogs for protection, and to ward off unwanted strangers, plus they are great companions. I don't really need to go on and on about all the reasons I wanted these dogs, but they do give me a certain peace of mind when I go to sleep at night. I like the idea that the boy dog roams the house at night, and I feel like I can sleep a little deeper knowing he will bark if anything is amiss.
Believe me, he has woke me up plenty of times when those orange cats of mine are up to no good. He has taken it as his mission in life to bark at those cats in the middle of the night, and who knows what they are up to, but I'm sure he has a good reason for it even if it does scare me half to death to wake up and wonder what he is barking about. Anyway, it gives me a sense of security knowing my two dogs are there to hear what I might not hear when I am snoring like an overstuffed pig while clutching my purple pillow. It is the best pillow, that's why I put a purple pillow case on it, it is the only one with a purple pillow case, so when I get in bed and hubby has tried to steal it, I say where is my purple pillow? And he immediately gives it up. He knows it is mine. He's a good man that way.
Of course, when my dog barked at 4:00am, I thought to myself, what would I do if my neighbors decided to really cause trouble for my dogs despite our best efforts to silence them--the dogs that is--and what if one day the authorities showed up and took my dogs away? These are the sorts of neurotic thoughts I think on 5 hours of sleep. But really, what if? What if's are so neurotic, I know, but I would guess most people indulge in what if thoughts now and then. Well, I did, and I started thinking that I would be devastated, and then the slightly vindictive side of me thought, well, I would paint a giant picture of my dogs on the side of my house.
That wasn't enough though. I imagined my neighbors having to stare at the faces of my dogs each and every day there painted on the side of my house that they love to stare at all the time. I laughed inside thinking, what would they do? Then I thought, well maybe that would be more than a little crazy thing to do, but it would make a point. I thought perhaps I could hire an artist to do a mural all along the side of my house so that every day they could look out their window and see the 10 foot tall faces of my two dogs which they hate. Then it occurred to me, I could put up a white privacy fence to run the length of the back yard, and I could have the images of my dogs running the fence and snarling at children running in sheer terror from the barking frothing at the mouth rabid dogs. I had it all pictured in my mind, it was quite amusing really, but then I realized I was entertaining some seriously crazy ideas, and decided to take my crazy a different direction.
What if I painted my entire house purple, and trimmed it with pink shutters? Then I could paint the privacy fence purple, and still have a mural on it, but it would be flowers and stuff, and I could even have rabbits and deer painted on there. I thought, big giant daisy on the side of the purple house. I imagined my husband coming home to these changes and just immediately accepting them all, and laughing alongside with me. It would be the crazy junk yard man across the street, and our insane hippy house next door, but at least our dogs wouldn't be barking right? What could anyone say? We aren't hurting them, well, I guess we would be hurting property value in a way if that is even possible in a neighborhood like this. It is not like we have covenants.
Eventually, I felt ashamed of myself for actually contemplating these things seriously. Of course my mother would be quite proud because despite her innocent pie eating ways, she is truly deep down inside a deviant. We all know this about her, and I know she would find my ideas wonderful and completely sane. My father would be totally appalled, and would shake his head and mutter, "I'm not amused" while he quietly disowned me. Good thing I married a man like my father to keep me grounded.
I even thought, fine, if I have to get rid of my dogs then I will have to buy a gun for protection. I imagined myself sitting on my front porch with a shot gun across my lap, unloaded of course, but just there for show. That would be pretty unnerving to some I suppose. I quickly discarded that idea thinking, it is better not to advertise such things. There are criminals who do break in to places to steal guns. I think the element of surprise is better in that case.
After sipping on some coffee and waking up a bit, I'm glad I'm not faced with such decisions. I will just have to continue to be vigilant with the dogs, and make sure they are not allowed to bark like maniacs, thereby keeping peace with the neighbors, and besides, I really don't want to paint my house purple even if I do really like that color. See, I'm not as crazy as I sound.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Cantaloupe
Mmmm.
I got up super early this morning. There I was snoozing away, and my husband gently nudged me to wake up requesting that I go talk with him while he gets ready to go to work. How could I resist? Of course I couldn't so I got up. I cut his cantaloupe for him, and put perfect bite sized chunks in plastic containers so that he could munch on them as he travels afar.
The cantaloupe was deliciously ripe, and wonderful tasting, and why wouldn't it be? It was a Rocky Ford cantaloupe after all. This brought back so many memories for me. We always used to stop at Rocky Ford to pick up cantaloupes for my grandfather as we made our way eastward to visit, and then we would spend a few days eating the great melons, and spending time with people we rarely got to see. I can't eat one without thinking of my grandfather, or my mother for that matter. Those were good times.
Unfortunately, as I've aged I can't eat them anymore, I get a terrible stomach ache after eating any sort of melon. This goes for watermelon as well, I'm disappointed to say. Well, I did take my chance and eat one single bite of the melon I bought just for my hubby. He loves cantaloupe and CAN eat it without extreme pain being involved. Lucky guy. Oh that one bite was so delicious. Mmm. I knew better than to chance a second, it does not take much to really cause me a great deal of pain. I felt good sending it off with hubby anyway. He will munch on that thing all day today.
And another week begins...
I got up super early this morning. There I was snoozing away, and my husband gently nudged me to wake up requesting that I go talk with him while he gets ready to go to work. How could I resist? Of course I couldn't so I got up. I cut his cantaloupe for him, and put perfect bite sized chunks in plastic containers so that he could munch on them as he travels afar.
The cantaloupe was deliciously ripe, and wonderful tasting, and why wouldn't it be? It was a Rocky Ford cantaloupe after all. This brought back so many memories for me. We always used to stop at Rocky Ford to pick up cantaloupes for my grandfather as we made our way eastward to visit, and then we would spend a few days eating the great melons, and spending time with people we rarely got to see. I can't eat one without thinking of my grandfather, or my mother for that matter. Those were good times.
Unfortunately, as I've aged I can't eat them anymore, I get a terrible stomach ache after eating any sort of melon. This goes for watermelon as well, I'm disappointed to say. Well, I did take my chance and eat one single bite of the melon I bought just for my hubby. He loves cantaloupe and CAN eat it without extreme pain being involved. Lucky guy. Oh that one bite was so delicious. Mmm. I knew better than to chance a second, it does not take much to really cause me a great deal of pain. I felt good sending it off with hubby anyway. He will munch on that thing all day today.
And another week begins...
Saturday, August 18, 2007
I Have To Go To Bed
But First This.
All right, so I read this grrrreat post at Eternity Road, I know, they are all great, but this one was powerful, with a capital P. It's about Commies. They don't just live under rocks you know, they are real, and they have real power over millions of people around the world right now, as I write this very post. This is not a thing of days gone by, this is here and now people. Anyway, we all know the more extreme, and even the some of the mainstream leftists are a little too fond of communist ideology. Sure, they don't openly admit that. No sir. And they won't admit it. There are still people around who know the wretched results of full frontal communism.
No, they preach diet communism, and call it by other names, but it is still nothing more than a watered down version. Watered down in so many ways, but that doesn't matter either because it is still just as deadly and dangerous to freedom, and life. I think the thing that bothers me the most are how many people I come across in my everyday life that don't see a thing wrong with what Michael Moore and other diet communists of his ilk are proposing. That is what frightens me the most about it all.
I had a co-worker get really ticked off at me because I spouted off one day that, "Communists are evil!" He was extremely offended, and disagreed. We went back and forth for a few minutes and I had to reiterate that, forcibly taking property from people and redistributing it to someone else is EVIL. It just is. I think he got tired of arguing with me about it, and finally just accepted my numerous statements about the millions of people who have died as a result of gulags, and unavailable state run health care, and so on. Not to mention persecution, and executions of political prisoners and more. He only accepted my points with the caveat that, "Well, we aren't much better in the U.S." I just shook my head, and left it alone.
It is astounding. Oh they all hate Bush. Hate him with a passion. They summarize their hate with two words, "Iraq, and Katrina". Now, I can see them holding Bush accountable for Iraq in some ways, even if I don't agree with them on the war even if he did not act alone, but Katrina? What exactly was he supposed to do, magically make the storm go away? He is just one man. That really bothers me when people blame him for the aftermath of Katrina, again, he is one man, and as I recall he took the measures ahead of time to make the help available for them. Unfortunately, it turned out that the storm wreaked so much havoc, and the government agencies seemed to fumble when faced with the overwhelming situation, but it is all Bush's fault. No, it was just too damn big to get a hold on.
All of the looting, shooting, and lawlessness was Bush's fault dontcha know? I mean, he forced those people to stay in the city and wait for bureaucracy to get off it's duff and come and save them. Give me a break. It was just too big, and that of course is all the fault of one man sitting in Washington. Seriously, the irrationality of it all blows my mind. Funny, the biggest critics of the government's response are the same people who would like for all of us to put our faith in the government when it comes to our health care. I just don't understand this logic, and I don't think I ever will.
All right, so I read this grrrreat post at Eternity Road, I know, they are all great, but this one was powerful, with a capital P. It's about Commies. They don't just live under rocks you know, they are real, and they have real power over millions of people around the world right now, as I write this very post. This is not a thing of days gone by, this is here and now people. Anyway, we all know the more extreme, and even the some of the mainstream leftists are a little too fond of communist ideology. Sure, they don't openly admit that. No sir. And they won't admit it. There are still people around who know the wretched results of full frontal communism.
No, they preach diet communism, and call it by other names, but it is still nothing more than a watered down version. Watered down in so many ways, but that doesn't matter either because it is still just as deadly and dangerous to freedom, and life. I think the thing that bothers me the most are how many people I come across in my everyday life that don't see a thing wrong with what Michael Moore and other diet communists of his ilk are proposing. That is what frightens me the most about it all.
I had a co-worker get really ticked off at me because I spouted off one day that, "Communists are evil!" He was extremely offended, and disagreed. We went back and forth for a few minutes and I had to reiterate that, forcibly taking property from people and redistributing it to someone else is EVIL. It just is. I think he got tired of arguing with me about it, and finally just accepted my numerous statements about the millions of people who have died as a result of gulags, and unavailable state run health care, and so on. Not to mention persecution, and executions of political prisoners and more. He only accepted my points with the caveat that, "Well, we aren't much better in the U.S." I just shook my head, and left it alone.
It is astounding. Oh they all hate Bush. Hate him with a passion. They summarize their hate with two words, "Iraq, and Katrina". Now, I can see them holding Bush accountable for Iraq in some ways, even if I don't agree with them on the war even if he did not act alone, but Katrina? What exactly was he supposed to do, magically make the storm go away? He is just one man. That really bothers me when people blame him for the aftermath of Katrina, again, he is one man, and as I recall he took the measures ahead of time to make the help available for them. Unfortunately, it turned out that the storm wreaked so much havoc, and the government agencies seemed to fumble when faced with the overwhelming situation, but it is all Bush's fault. No, it was just too damn big to get a hold on.
All of the looting, shooting, and lawlessness was Bush's fault dontcha know? I mean, he forced those people to stay in the city and wait for bureaucracy to get off it's duff and come and save them. Give me a break. It was just too big, and that of course is all the fault of one man sitting in Washington. Seriously, the irrationality of it all blows my mind. Funny, the biggest critics of the government's response are the same people who would like for all of us to put our faith in the government when it comes to our health care. I just don't understand this logic, and I don't think I ever will.
New Thing
I Like It.
My husband decided to order me a new laptop. At first I was a bit apprehensive about spending the money on it, but he convinced me, and I am so glad he did. I love this gadget. Now, I have to admit I hate not having a traditional mouse to use, this finger pad thing drives me nuts, but my 12 year old assures me that I can hook a mouse up to this thingy.
You've just got to love technology. Now I can surf the web from the comfort of my kitchen table. I really like that. It is pretty darn nifty.
And that is a new post for ya. :)
My husband decided to order me a new laptop. At first I was a bit apprehensive about spending the money on it, but he convinced me, and I am so glad he did. I love this gadget. Now, I have to admit I hate not having a traditional mouse to use, this finger pad thing drives me nuts, but my 12 year old assures me that I can hook a mouse up to this thingy.
You've just got to love technology. Now I can surf the web from the comfort of my kitchen table. I really like that. It is pretty darn nifty.
And that is a new post for ya. :)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Where We Come From
Pop Psych 101.
We are all pretty good at being pop psychologists. Back when talk shows were as common as today's reality shows, all sorts of people became pretty well versed in pop psych. Some people take it all quite seriously, and seem to spend their lives expecting others to live up to their own idea of what is psychologically healthy. I got so tired of it, I pretty darn near just gave up on psychology altogether as a sort of fruit loop thing that people use to bonk each other over the head with in arguments.
I got tired of hearing about self esteem. I got tired of being analyzed, and analyzing others. I just got tired of it all. But it can be an interesting subject. I think that is the appeal of Dr. Phil, he doesn't seem to spend so much time psycho-analyzing, but rather seems to tell people point blank, "well that seems like a silly thing to do", or something along that line.
Well, we all carry around various burdens of life, of things that have happened to us, and hurt us. We carry our shame, our pain, and our regrets. Of course, not all of us have as much as others, but most of us have some junk somewhere in our minds that we would much rather forget. I know I do.
The thing that makes life seem so random and unfair is that bad things happen to good people, and good things can happen for bad people, and every other combination in between. What are you going to do? Get on with things I guess.
Sometimes those things creep back up on us, pop up in our minds when we would rather they wouldn't. It happens to me all the time. I would rather not think about some things. The only thing I can do is try to learn from the mistakes. I know there are bad, horrible, rotten people in this world, I have met a few of them. I have been hurt by some of them. I feel lucky that they are not in my life, and cannot hurt me anymore, but I carry my shame, my pain, and my regrets.
I try to avoid the mistake of blame. If I blame the wrong doer for my problems of today, in essence, I am still allowing them to harm me. If I blame X event, for my own problems, I am still allowing X event to hurt me. I blame the wrong doer for his wrong doing, but if I live my life basing decisions on his wrong, then I am never free of it.
I know that years of verbal abuse by other children and even total strangers ripped my confidence right out from under me. I know that years of verbal abuse is the reason I feel so unworthy at times.
I believe if a child is told just often enough, you are worthless, you are dumb, ugly, or fat, or anything else people can come up with, it will stick with them. They might not know how, or when, or why they think these things about themselves, or where the awful ideas came from, but it will be there none the less, and it will affect them, and who ever comes along and tries to counter all of these things with reason will feel they are spitting in the wind because it is so difficult to shake these things.
They will have to be told over and over and over again, that they are not the awful thing others described, and they ARE worthy of being treated kindly, and even then they will not believe it because it will take only the slightest incident to convince them once again that they are total crap.
It is just completely ridiculous when you think about it, but it is what it is. That is socialization. That is what it is all about. Sure, some people don't have these awful experiences, maybe most, I don't know. I can only speak to what I've seen, and heard.
Oh, I believe that good self-esteem comes from doing things worth feeling proud of, and I also think that children don't need their self-esteems fluffed up so much. Children seem to think rather highly of themselves quite naturally, but I do believe they can have it destroyed. I do believe that whether reason, or maturity would agree, being constantly degraded as a child has a long lasting ill effect on the individual.
Luckily, in adulthood we tend to overcome many of these demons, but ask just about any adult would they like to go through their childhood once more, and the over whelming consensus would be, "Hell Frickin' NO!" I would venture to guess that only those who would like to repeat childhood would be those who want to go back and box a few ears, and right a few wrongs, but other then that, no one wants to go through it again.
I would like to go back to my childhood to right a few wrongs, and kick a few asses, but that's not going to happen, so I've got to get on with life as it is. I would have been a perfect kid for home schooling. I was abused quite often at school. At one point in high school I found myself surrounded by a group of about 10 guys calling me fat bitch, cow, and mooing at me while one of them got in my face and threatened me to do something about it. Yeah, it was great. I pretty much felt like dying that day, but I held my head up and walked away. I guess that is life.
I guess that is the type of socialization my daughter will miss out on now that she is being home schooled. That is just one incident, I've got a lot more, but I don't see the point in listing it all out here. Sure, I love for her to have friends, and have fun with them, and she does anyway, but I am rather quite happy that she might skip that horrible period of time, and maybe get to adulthood without thinking she is a worthless piece of crap.
Some people might think that these types of experiences are necessary, and help us grow. I don't agree at all, not even in the least. I spent most of my school days horribly depressed. So depressed sometimes that I could not even make it through the whole day of school without faking an illness and calling my mother to let me come home. It was absolutely a dreadful time. I would just be walking down the hall minding my own business and some cretin and his stupid friends would come along and humiliate me as much as possible just for their own entertainment.
I was depressed because I hated being forced to live each day with total embarrassment, or wondering when the next incident was going to occur, and how bad would it hurt. Those horrible years stifled me, I lost valuable bits of my education because the environment was so awful, I literally missed school as often as possible. I managed to keep up my grades because I spent so much time catching up on my work at home. I wanted to learn, I wanted to do well, I just could not handle being treated so terrible day in and day out. Yes, kids can be so mean, but these were kids old enough to know better.
When I was in school, I couldn't wait to grow up. I couldn't wait to be part of the adult world where people would behave with maturity and manners. Unfortunately, I've been disappointed by these so called adults a few times, but now I have the knowledge that this is just their character flaws shining through, and it is about them and not me for once. However, I still avoid groups because I generally see them as the blind leading the blind. I can't stand groups. Oh, I love people, I love to spend time with people, I hate being alone most of the time, but I pick and choose who, and when. I can't stand being forced into group activities with people. Yuck.
Is this all a part of the rite of passage from childhood to adulthood? It is in our society, but that doesn't mean it is the right way to raise children. I don't see cramming hundreds of hormones, oops I mean children, into buildings as necessarily the best way to socialize them, but I am bit biased on that.
Maybe I just don't get it. I wonder what Dr. Phil would say. Well, not really, I can probably guess. He might say, "just because you had bad experiences in school, does not mean you should keep your child home and have her miss out on all of wonderful socialization that takes place in the halls of our public schools." To which I would reply, "Yes, I know, let's see, we now have horrible gang problems, thuggery, drugs, school shootings, promiscuity, rap music mentality and widespread failure of the school system to educate its charges, yes, I think things are a lot better now than when I went to school." How is that good old socialization working out for us now?
Heck, my friend's kids are in one of the better school districts and her son was shot in the hand by a classmate with a BB gun causing him to have to have surgery to remove the BB which was lodged in the hand, had damaged the bone, and caused all sorts of scarring in there. Granted, this happened at the kid's house, but he was his classmate, and one of the less savory of students.
Anyway, I've gone on long enough. The decision is made.
We are all pretty good at being pop psychologists. Back when talk shows were as common as today's reality shows, all sorts of people became pretty well versed in pop psych. Some people take it all quite seriously, and seem to spend their lives expecting others to live up to their own idea of what is psychologically healthy. I got so tired of it, I pretty darn near just gave up on psychology altogether as a sort of fruit loop thing that people use to bonk each other over the head with in arguments.
I got tired of hearing about self esteem. I got tired of being analyzed, and analyzing others. I just got tired of it all. But it can be an interesting subject. I think that is the appeal of Dr. Phil, he doesn't seem to spend so much time psycho-analyzing, but rather seems to tell people point blank, "well that seems like a silly thing to do", or something along that line.
Well, we all carry around various burdens of life, of things that have happened to us, and hurt us. We carry our shame, our pain, and our regrets. Of course, not all of us have as much as others, but most of us have some junk somewhere in our minds that we would much rather forget. I know I do.
The thing that makes life seem so random and unfair is that bad things happen to good people, and good things can happen for bad people, and every other combination in between. What are you going to do? Get on with things I guess.
Sometimes those things creep back up on us, pop up in our minds when we would rather they wouldn't. It happens to me all the time. I would rather not think about some things. The only thing I can do is try to learn from the mistakes. I know there are bad, horrible, rotten people in this world, I have met a few of them. I have been hurt by some of them. I feel lucky that they are not in my life, and cannot hurt me anymore, but I carry my shame, my pain, and my regrets.
I try to avoid the mistake of blame. If I blame the wrong doer for my problems of today, in essence, I am still allowing them to harm me. If I blame X event, for my own problems, I am still allowing X event to hurt me. I blame the wrong doer for his wrong doing, but if I live my life basing decisions on his wrong, then I am never free of it.
I know that years of verbal abuse by other children and even total strangers ripped my confidence right out from under me. I know that years of verbal abuse is the reason I feel so unworthy at times.
I believe if a child is told just often enough, you are worthless, you are dumb, ugly, or fat, or anything else people can come up with, it will stick with them. They might not know how, or when, or why they think these things about themselves, or where the awful ideas came from, but it will be there none the less, and it will affect them, and who ever comes along and tries to counter all of these things with reason will feel they are spitting in the wind because it is so difficult to shake these things.
They will have to be told over and over and over again, that they are not the awful thing others described, and they ARE worthy of being treated kindly, and even then they will not believe it because it will take only the slightest incident to convince them once again that they are total crap.
It is just completely ridiculous when you think about it, but it is what it is. That is socialization. That is what it is all about. Sure, some people don't have these awful experiences, maybe most, I don't know. I can only speak to what I've seen, and heard.
Oh, I believe that good self-esteem comes from doing things worth feeling proud of, and I also think that children don't need their self-esteems fluffed up so much. Children seem to think rather highly of themselves quite naturally, but I do believe they can have it destroyed. I do believe that whether reason, or maturity would agree, being constantly degraded as a child has a long lasting ill effect on the individual.
Luckily, in adulthood we tend to overcome many of these demons, but ask just about any adult would they like to go through their childhood once more, and the over whelming consensus would be, "Hell Frickin' NO!" I would venture to guess that only those who would like to repeat childhood would be those who want to go back and box a few ears, and right a few wrongs, but other then that, no one wants to go through it again.
I would like to go back to my childhood to right a few wrongs, and kick a few asses, but that's not going to happen, so I've got to get on with life as it is. I would have been a perfect kid for home schooling. I was abused quite often at school. At one point in high school I found myself surrounded by a group of about 10 guys calling me fat bitch, cow, and mooing at me while one of them got in my face and threatened me to do something about it. Yeah, it was great. I pretty much felt like dying that day, but I held my head up and walked away. I guess that is life.
I guess that is the type of socialization my daughter will miss out on now that she is being home schooled. That is just one incident, I've got a lot more, but I don't see the point in listing it all out here. Sure, I love for her to have friends, and have fun with them, and she does anyway, but I am rather quite happy that she might skip that horrible period of time, and maybe get to adulthood without thinking she is a worthless piece of crap.
Some people might think that these types of experiences are necessary, and help us grow. I don't agree at all, not even in the least. I spent most of my school days horribly depressed. So depressed sometimes that I could not even make it through the whole day of school without faking an illness and calling my mother to let me come home. It was absolutely a dreadful time. I would just be walking down the hall minding my own business and some cretin and his stupid friends would come along and humiliate me as much as possible just for their own entertainment.
I was depressed because I hated being forced to live each day with total embarrassment, or wondering when the next incident was going to occur, and how bad would it hurt. Those horrible years stifled me, I lost valuable bits of my education because the environment was so awful, I literally missed school as often as possible. I managed to keep up my grades because I spent so much time catching up on my work at home. I wanted to learn, I wanted to do well, I just could not handle being treated so terrible day in and day out. Yes, kids can be so mean, but these were kids old enough to know better.
When I was in school, I couldn't wait to grow up. I couldn't wait to be part of the adult world where people would behave with maturity and manners. Unfortunately, I've been disappointed by these so called adults a few times, but now I have the knowledge that this is just their character flaws shining through, and it is about them and not me for once. However, I still avoid groups because I generally see them as the blind leading the blind. I can't stand groups. Oh, I love people, I love to spend time with people, I hate being alone most of the time, but I pick and choose who, and when. I can't stand being forced into group activities with people. Yuck.
Is this all a part of the rite of passage from childhood to adulthood? It is in our society, but that doesn't mean it is the right way to raise children. I don't see cramming hundreds of hormones, oops I mean children, into buildings as necessarily the best way to socialize them, but I am bit biased on that.
Maybe I just don't get it. I wonder what Dr. Phil would say. Well, not really, I can probably guess. He might say, "just because you had bad experiences in school, does not mean you should keep your child home and have her miss out on all of wonderful socialization that takes place in the halls of our public schools." To which I would reply, "Yes, I know, let's see, we now have horrible gang problems, thuggery, drugs, school shootings, promiscuity, rap music mentality and widespread failure of the school system to educate its charges, yes, I think things are a lot better now than when I went to school." How is that good old socialization working out for us now?
Heck, my friend's kids are in one of the better school districts and her son was shot in the hand by a classmate with a BB gun causing him to have to have surgery to remove the BB which was lodged in the hand, had damaged the bone, and caused all sorts of scarring in there. Granted, this happened at the kid's house, but he was his classmate, and one of the less savory of students.
Anyway, I've gone on long enough. The decision is made.
Got A Grip
All Better Now.
All right. I figured it all out. I am going to lay off of school this semester. I realized that my anxiety was not about home schooling, but about trying to take college courses, home school, and work all at the same time. That just is not going to work. I know I have to put my own schooling on the back burner until I get her established with this very new routine, and I need that as well. This is going to be a big change for both of us.
College is something I want to do, but I make fairly good money with my job, so I can put school on the back burner a little longer. Doing that means I am going to have to start taking better care of my body so that I can manage my physically demanding job for who knows how many more years. Anyway, I don't see this as a sacrifice. I am content enough for now.
I think seeing my daughter succeed where she thought she couldn't will make waiting a little while longer before I dive into school full throttle so much more worth it. I can wait on school. It will be fine.
I'm not freaking out any more. I am completely and totally at peace with this decision. I just think it is extremely important that we get off to a good start with her schooling. On that note, I am so completely excited about teaching her at home. I really can't wait. We have set the beginning of September to start. She's getting really excited too.
All right. I figured it all out. I am going to lay off of school this semester. I realized that my anxiety was not about home schooling, but about trying to take college courses, home school, and work all at the same time. That just is not going to work. I know I have to put my own schooling on the back burner until I get her established with this very new routine, and I need that as well. This is going to be a big change for both of us.
College is something I want to do, but I make fairly good money with my job, so I can put school on the back burner a little longer. Doing that means I am going to have to start taking better care of my body so that I can manage my physically demanding job for who knows how many more years. Anyway, I don't see this as a sacrifice. I am content enough for now.
I think seeing my daughter succeed where she thought she couldn't will make waiting a little while longer before I dive into school full throttle so much more worth it. I can wait on school. It will be fine.
I'm not freaking out any more. I am completely and totally at peace with this decision. I just think it is extremely important that we get off to a good start with her schooling. On that note, I am so completely excited about teaching her at home. I really can't wait. We have set the beginning of September to start. She's getting really excited too.
Monday, August 13, 2007
I Am Kind Of Freaking Out Here
What Else Is New?
All right, I bought the curriculum for my daughter today. I am sort of freaking out. I don't want her to know it, and I think I am doing a good job of hiding it. She won't read my blog, none of my family read it, they already know me, and I am boring enough in real life let alone having to read about it. Anyway, I am experiencing a fair amount of anxiety. It is becoming real.
Oh yes, I know I have been talking about it, but now it is actually happening, it is getting closer, and I just want to cry. Really. Cry. I am so afraid. I don't want to fail her. I can't fail her. I am praying for guidance and strength.
What has really got me now is that I start school very soon myself. I'm getting really freaked out. I am thinking about dropping everything right now because I am scared I will not have enough time to handle everything.
I am freaking out. I am having an enormous amount of doubt about my decision to go back to school. Sure, I know I can only benefit from getting that degree, but I am now asking myself at what cost? Maybe I am just not ready. Maybe I need more time to work with her. Goodness I don't know what to do. I tell myself, just keep going. Just keep doing everything you have to do and it will all work out. Don't think about it, just do it, but I am thinking about it, and I'm second, triple, and quadruple guessing my decisions.
She needs me now. Her needs are more important than my wants. I need to give her 100%. I don't know what to do. Sometimes I think too big, sometimes I am just not as capable as I would like to be. This is not just my life to live.
Maybe I will just take one class. At this rate I will finish right before I hit retirement age.
Sleep. I need sleep. I can't make a decision right now. Be back later.
All right, I bought the curriculum for my daughter today. I am sort of freaking out. I don't want her to know it, and I think I am doing a good job of hiding it. She won't read my blog, none of my family read it, they already know me, and I am boring enough in real life let alone having to read about it. Anyway, I am experiencing a fair amount of anxiety. It is becoming real.
Oh yes, I know I have been talking about it, but now it is actually happening, it is getting closer, and I just want to cry. Really. Cry. I am so afraid. I don't want to fail her. I can't fail her. I am praying for guidance and strength.
What has really got me now is that I start school very soon myself. I'm getting really freaked out. I am thinking about dropping everything right now because I am scared I will not have enough time to handle everything.
I am freaking out. I am having an enormous amount of doubt about my decision to go back to school. Sure, I know I can only benefit from getting that degree, but I am now asking myself at what cost? Maybe I am just not ready. Maybe I need more time to work with her. Goodness I don't know what to do. I tell myself, just keep going. Just keep doing everything you have to do and it will all work out. Don't think about it, just do it, but I am thinking about it, and I'm second, triple, and quadruple guessing my decisions.
She needs me now. Her needs are more important than my wants. I need to give her 100%. I don't know what to do. Sometimes I think too big, sometimes I am just not as capable as I would like to be. This is not just my life to live.
Maybe I will just take one class. At this rate I will finish right before I hit retirement age.
Sleep. I need sleep. I can't make a decision right now. Be back later.
I've Been Thinking About Pie
Peach Pie.
I walked past a bin of peaches at the grocery store, and all I could think about was my mom's peach pie. I remember one summer, my mother, in a manic episode went to the farmer's market and came back with a ton of peaches. I think she and her friend ended up making about 12 peach pies during that time period. That is when I discovered my love of homemade peach pie.
Of course, we all got so sick and tired of the peach pies, and I think she did too because she never made that many pies at once again. I think they ended up giving several of them away. But it has been over 20 years since then, and I think I'm finally ready for some homemade peach pie.
I might pick up some peaches and show up at my mom's sometime this week and make pie with her. That would be so fun. My mom was great about letting go of the reigns and letting her girls get messy and bake things when we were kids. Baking with my mom is a fond memory we have. I'm sure my daughter would enjoy baking pies at grandma's house.
All of the years that my husband and I were away from home on the holidays, it was always hard to know that my mom and sister were having their bake day without me. I always missed that. My mom could never stand the idea of us being away from home during the holidays, she used to get really sad about it.
Life is too short, I know it is a cliche, but it is true. I spend too much time worrying about my house being clean when it never is, and it never stays clean for more than a day or two, and I have to face the fact that we are just not going to live in an immaculate house, when what I really should be doing is enjoying this wonderful life I've been given, and spending time with the people I care about.
Yesterday I stopped by my parent's house for a few minutes after work, I always look in the fridge when I'm there, it is a compulsion. She had about 3 pies in there, all store bought of course. I couldn't believe it. So many pies. I don't know how they eat all that pie, but somehow they manage I guess. The have nicknamed one of their dogs "pie face" so I think I know who is eating at least some of the pies.
I hate that summer is almost over, although I love fall. We can make apple pies in the fall though. Life used to be so simple. I like simple.
I walked past a bin of peaches at the grocery store, and all I could think about was my mom's peach pie. I remember one summer, my mother, in a manic episode went to the farmer's market and came back with a ton of peaches. I think she and her friend ended up making about 12 peach pies during that time period. That is when I discovered my love of homemade peach pie.
Of course, we all got so sick and tired of the peach pies, and I think she did too because she never made that many pies at once again. I think they ended up giving several of them away. But it has been over 20 years since then, and I think I'm finally ready for some homemade peach pie.
I might pick up some peaches and show up at my mom's sometime this week and make pie with her. That would be so fun. My mom was great about letting go of the reigns and letting her girls get messy and bake things when we were kids. Baking with my mom is a fond memory we have. I'm sure my daughter would enjoy baking pies at grandma's house.
All of the years that my husband and I were away from home on the holidays, it was always hard to know that my mom and sister were having their bake day without me. I always missed that. My mom could never stand the idea of us being away from home during the holidays, she used to get really sad about it.
Life is too short, I know it is a cliche, but it is true. I spend too much time worrying about my house being clean when it never is, and it never stays clean for more than a day or two, and I have to face the fact that we are just not going to live in an immaculate house, when what I really should be doing is enjoying this wonderful life I've been given, and spending time with the people I care about.
Yesterday I stopped by my parent's house for a few minutes after work, I always look in the fridge when I'm there, it is a compulsion. She had about 3 pies in there, all store bought of course. I couldn't believe it. So many pies. I don't know how they eat all that pie, but somehow they manage I guess. The have nicknamed one of their dogs "pie face" so I think I know who is eating at least some of the pies.
I hate that summer is almost over, although I love fall. We can make apple pies in the fall though. Life used to be so simple. I like simple.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Hi
I like to keep it simple.
Hey! I'm back. Did you miss me? Don't answer that.
Well, I'm off tomorrow. Yippee! I'm sorry, was that too gleeful for you? I will try not to be so excited.
I've been extremely forgetful the last two days. Yesterday I forgot my work i.d. card, and this morning I couldn't find my purse. So, I could very easily have forgot to blog as well, and the sad thing, it wouldn't make that much difference. Haha.
Are you a complimentary person? Do you freely give compliments straight from your heart? I do. I like to give people compliments, I do it without much thought. As a rule I don't give compliments unless I mean it. I don't lie to people just to make them feel good, and I generally don't compliment people in higher positions because I am afraid they will just think I am sucking up, but sometimes I catch myself saying, "ooh, I like that dress" or "I really like the way you did that, it is a great improvement" and then I think they probably just think I am kissing up to them. Sheesh, I can be so cynical sometimes.
I hate to admit this, but as I've aged I am not as friendly as I used to be. I used to smile a lot at strangers, and say hello just to make their day, and mine. I've noticed lately I don't make eye contact with people like I used to, I don't like that about myself. When I notice I am doing it, I usually go out of my way to say "Good Morning" to perfect strangers. That makes me feel good. Try it. It cracks me up sometimes to see how people react to open friendliness.
Luckily where I live people are pretty friendly, so they don't find this too odd. Sometimes I get caught up in the discussion that is going on in my head, and I forget that other people are around. Now, if you are saying to yourself, "hold on, she is cycling around" you might be right. Sometimes I think I'm bi-polar, but I am probably not, although I do have this one aunt who is a bit off, and they say these things run in families. All right, now I am just starting to sound crazy.
I'm sleepy, and there is a storm hanging over head and it is literally giving me a headache. You know how people can predict the weather by their bones and joints hurting, well, I can sometimes tell when my head is hurting. That is kind of scary when you think about it, but I do have a distinct headache that is weather related. I will be back later. I have to go and save my young child's mind, she is watching Flavor Flav. Heaven help us.
Hey! I'm back. Did you miss me? Don't answer that.
Well, I'm off tomorrow. Yippee! I'm sorry, was that too gleeful for you? I will try not to be so excited.
I've been extremely forgetful the last two days. Yesterday I forgot my work i.d. card, and this morning I couldn't find my purse. So, I could very easily have forgot to blog as well, and the sad thing, it wouldn't make that much difference. Haha.
Are you a complimentary person? Do you freely give compliments straight from your heart? I do. I like to give people compliments, I do it without much thought. As a rule I don't give compliments unless I mean it. I don't lie to people just to make them feel good, and I generally don't compliment people in higher positions because I am afraid they will just think I am sucking up, but sometimes I catch myself saying, "ooh, I like that dress" or "I really like the way you did that, it is a great improvement" and then I think they probably just think I am kissing up to them. Sheesh, I can be so cynical sometimes.
I hate to admit this, but as I've aged I am not as friendly as I used to be. I used to smile a lot at strangers, and say hello just to make their day, and mine. I've noticed lately I don't make eye contact with people like I used to, I don't like that about myself. When I notice I am doing it, I usually go out of my way to say "Good Morning" to perfect strangers. That makes me feel good. Try it. It cracks me up sometimes to see how people react to open friendliness.
Luckily where I live people are pretty friendly, so they don't find this too odd. Sometimes I get caught up in the discussion that is going on in my head, and I forget that other people are around. Now, if you are saying to yourself, "hold on, she is cycling around" you might be right. Sometimes I think I'm bi-polar, but I am probably not, although I do have this one aunt who is a bit off, and they say these things run in families. All right, now I am just starting to sound crazy.
I'm sleepy, and there is a storm hanging over head and it is literally giving me a headache. You know how people can predict the weather by their bones and joints hurting, well, I can sometimes tell when my head is hurting. That is kind of scary when you think about it, but I do have a distinct headache that is weather related. I will be back later. I have to go and save my young child's mind, she is watching Flavor Flav. Heaven help us.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Quiz thing
| You Are 72% Feminist |
 You are certainly a feminist - whether you know it or not. You believe in gender equality, at least most of the time. You also believe there are a few exceptions. |
found at Tinkerty Tonk, and so it goes.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Clothes On Our Dogs
It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This.
I was so glad to find that Rachel Lucas is blogging again. She is one of the funniest bloggers out there. Well, she is the original dog blogger, and the rest of us just follow in her footsteps. When she started putting her pets in clothes, I was reminded of how much my daughter and I laughed when we put our own dogs in underpants. I searched my archives for those photos and had to repost them.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Things That Matter To Me
The Obvious Aside.
I consider myself fortunate that having gone through the public education system in the 70's and 80's, I actually came out of it able to read, write, and even balance my check book. I may not be the brightest or most well read person around, but I could be if I chose to spend my spare time that way. I just want the same for my own child. I want to leave this world knowing that she can stand on her own two feet and survive. That is obvious, that is what any loving parent wants for their children.
We gave them 7 years of her education. Seven years. Now, I am going to do what I should have done a long time ago, I am going to take responsibility for her educational milestones. I realized something one day when I was reading a post at Mrs. du Toit's website. A snippet:
"Unless your child is handicapped, your child will learn to do all of the following, by the time they are 18 years old:
Talk
Write
Read
Use the potty and wipe effectively
Sleep through the night
Tie their own shoes
Skip
Throw/catch a ball
Use a spoon/fork/knife
Fix themselves a bowl of Cheerios
Say please and thank you
Not scream and cry in the middle of a movie
Not bite their brother"
I'm sorry, the block quote thing just doesn't work for me. Anyway, I highlighted her words. Now, I had already made the decision to home school our darling, but these words, this simple little list, has given me even more confidence in my decision. I realized that our daughter has reached, and overcome every developmental milestone put in front of her, except in the area of her education. Her education is the one area in which I let other people take responsibility. I trusted and assumed that they would do this job. I was foolish and wrong.
Sure, I tried to work with her when she got home from school. She was totally unresponsive, and down right frustrated by the time she got home. She did nothing but cry if I pressed her to do more work. I thought it was my fault, that somehow I wasn't approaching her in the right way, that I must be doing something wrong. It was my fault.
The teachers were more than happy to tell me that I just didn't read to her enough, I didn't work with her enough, that it was my fault. Well, I can't blame them now. I should have done more. I should have taken control of the situation. I thought I couldn't do it, that I wasn't disciplined enough, that I would fail. My worst fear was that I would fail her, but now I realize that letting other people take responsibility was the biggest mistake I could make. I love my kid, they don't. It is that simple.
There were 30 children in her kindergarten class. The same class that I was told, "we want the children reading ready when they enter kindergarten, and reading by the time they leave. We would prefer they were already reading when they got here." Well, my kid wasn't reading, or even reading ready when she got there. She was ready to learn how to cut and paste, write her name, find her same chair every day, follow instructions, keep her hands to herself, and learn the alphabet, but reading, no, she just simply was not ready for that.
Well, here we are. I have to take her out now. We cannot continue this way. She would suffer enormously if I were to let her enter 6th grade at her current levels. The work would be completely out of her scope, and she would sit there completely confused with the tasks she would be asked to perform. It would completely waste her time. Not only would she think she is stupid, which she is not, the other kids would continue to tell her how stupid she is, which she is not, and nothing good would come of it.
I don't know how much time I will have for the frivolous act of blogging once we start school in the fall. I am more than willing to give up my little hobby in order to give that time to her education. I hope to be able to juggle all of these things with finesse. It could happen. We have a curriculum we are going to use, I'm not creative enough to come up with one on my own. I want the structure of a step by step process to follow.
We are both getting excited about it. She can't wait for me to order the books. I can't wait either. I am hoping to get that done this week. I don't plan to start her school until September, then we go from there. Wish us luck, and if you think of it, throw in a prayer for our guidance, and for help for us.
I consider myself fortunate that having gone through the public education system in the 70's and 80's, I actually came out of it able to read, write, and even balance my check book. I may not be the brightest or most well read person around, but I could be if I chose to spend my spare time that way. I just want the same for my own child. I want to leave this world knowing that she can stand on her own two feet and survive. That is obvious, that is what any loving parent wants for their children.
We gave them 7 years of her education. Seven years. Now, I am going to do what I should have done a long time ago, I am going to take responsibility for her educational milestones. I realized something one day when I was reading a post at Mrs. du Toit's website. A snippet:
"Unless your child is handicapped, your child will learn to do all of the following, by the time they are 18 years old:
Talk
Write
Read
Use the potty and wipe effectively
Sleep through the night
Tie their own shoes
Skip
Throw/catch a ball
Use a spoon/fork/knife
Fix themselves a bowl of Cheerios
Say please and thank you
Not scream and cry in the middle of a movie
Not bite their brother"
I'm sorry, the block quote thing just doesn't work for me. Anyway, I highlighted her words. Now, I had already made the decision to home school our darling, but these words, this simple little list, has given me even more confidence in my decision. I realized that our daughter has reached, and overcome every developmental milestone put in front of her, except in the area of her education. Her education is the one area in which I let other people take responsibility. I trusted and assumed that they would do this job. I was foolish and wrong.
Sure, I tried to work with her when she got home from school. She was totally unresponsive, and down right frustrated by the time she got home. She did nothing but cry if I pressed her to do more work. I thought it was my fault, that somehow I wasn't approaching her in the right way, that I must be doing something wrong. It was my fault.
The teachers were more than happy to tell me that I just didn't read to her enough, I didn't work with her enough, that it was my fault. Well, I can't blame them now. I should have done more. I should have taken control of the situation. I thought I couldn't do it, that I wasn't disciplined enough, that I would fail. My worst fear was that I would fail her, but now I realize that letting other people take responsibility was the biggest mistake I could make. I love my kid, they don't. It is that simple.
There were 30 children in her kindergarten class. The same class that I was told, "we want the children reading ready when they enter kindergarten, and reading by the time they leave. We would prefer they were already reading when they got here." Well, my kid wasn't reading, or even reading ready when she got there. She was ready to learn how to cut and paste, write her name, find her same chair every day, follow instructions, keep her hands to herself, and learn the alphabet, but reading, no, she just simply was not ready for that.
Well, here we are. I have to take her out now. We cannot continue this way. She would suffer enormously if I were to let her enter 6th grade at her current levels. The work would be completely out of her scope, and she would sit there completely confused with the tasks she would be asked to perform. It would completely waste her time. Not only would she think she is stupid, which she is not, the other kids would continue to tell her how stupid she is, which she is not, and nothing good would come of it.
I don't know how much time I will have for the frivolous act of blogging once we start school in the fall. I am more than willing to give up my little hobby in order to give that time to her education. I hope to be able to juggle all of these things with finesse. It could happen. We have a curriculum we are going to use, I'm not creative enough to come up with one on my own. I want the structure of a step by step process to follow.
We are both getting excited about it. She can't wait for me to order the books. I can't wait either. I am hoping to get that done this week. I don't plan to start her school until September, then we go from there. Wish us luck, and if you think of it, throw in a prayer for our guidance, and for help for us.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Not Amused
Can't Remember Why.
Isn't that silly? I was thinking today about how my dad always says, "I'm not amused" in response to anything he finds silly, stupid, obnoxious or dumb. I had this post all written out in my mind as I sat on the front porch this morning drinking my coffee, and now it is gone like most of the other coherent thoughts I have which never stay around long enough to impress anyone, including me. I tell you, I come up with the most insane excuses for not blogging about anything important, this, "sorry, my brain isn't working right" thing really is getting old, or maybe it is just me.
Anyway, I don't know why my dad's second most important saying was in my head this morning, but it was, and there WAS a good reason for it at the time I guess. Oh to heck with it, let me just give the bullet points, although I'm not going to put them in bullet form because my computer hates me. So here, in no particular order are the completely unimportant things going on that I intend to waste your time telling you about:
1. There is definitely a squirrel living above my bedroom. It is a big one--the squirrel, my bedroom is annoyingly small--and he or she gave me a dirty look before he ran up the drain pipe onto the roof and into our attic thing. It is not an attic exactly because there are no trunks with grandma's wedding dress, or grandpa's old hats, or little Bobby's baseball cards up there, in fact, no one can even stand up there, let alone put things up there. I guess you could call it a crawl space, although I would never crawl up there for anything, or for any reason and certainly not to meet face to face with a rabid squirrel. Now I can't stand the idea of what that thing is doing up there. I think we should move.
2. I'm getting a laptop. This has got to be the most dumb news anyone would write about on their blog. The real bullet point is, "I have no life." Well, actually, "I am a boring person" might be more appropriate here. Ah well, I leave it up to you to decide.
3. My roses are blooming! See number 2.
4. My daughter is not happy unless she is having a friend spend the night, and I let her because I feel bad that she is an only child and doesn't have anyone to fight with besides me, and I'm just not a challenge at all. Not really, but I do let her have friends over quite often because I do feel sorry for her being an only child who is spoiled rotten. We tried not to spoil her, we really did, but it is pretty easy to do, and much more difficult to avoid. Anyway, she is not THAT spoiled, no more than any other American child I would guess.
I think that is enough for tonight. I'm sure you find yourself thinking after reading this post, "I'm truly not amused." I understand that sentiment, and I feel the same way. That's all I've got right now though, but maybe tomorrow, I can muster more energy while I clean house and do laundry. Ugh.
Isn't that silly? I was thinking today about how my dad always says, "I'm not amused" in response to anything he finds silly, stupid, obnoxious or dumb. I had this post all written out in my mind as I sat on the front porch this morning drinking my coffee, and now it is gone like most of the other coherent thoughts I have which never stay around long enough to impress anyone, including me. I tell you, I come up with the most insane excuses for not blogging about anything important, this, "sorry, my brain isn't working right" thing really is getting old, or maybe it is just me.
Anyway, I don't know why my dad's second most important saying was in my head this morning, but it was, and there WAS a good reason for it at the time I guess. Oh to heck with it, let me just give the bullet points, although I'm not going to put them in bullet form because my computer hates me. So here, in no particular order are the completely unimportant things going on that I intend to waste your time telling you about:
1. There is definitely a squirrel living above my bedroom. It is a big one--the squirrel, my bedroom is annoyingly small--and he or she gave me a dirty look before he ran up the drain pipe onto the roof and into our attic thing. It is not an attic exactly because there are no trunks with grandma's wedding dress, or grandpa's old hats, or little Bobby's baseball cards up there, in fact, no one can even stand up there, let alone put things up there. I guess you could call it a crawl space, although I would never crawl up there for anything, or for any reason and certainly not to meet face to face with a rabid squirrel. Now I can't stand the idea of what that thing is doing up there. I think we should move.
2. I'm getting a laptop. This has got to be the most dumb news anyone would write about on their blog. The real bullet point is, "I have no life." Well, actually, "I am a boring person" might be more appropriate here. Ah well, I leave it up to you to decide.
3. My roses are blooming! See number 2.
4. My daughter is not happy unless she is having a friend spend the night, and I let her because I feel bad that she is an only child and doesn't have anyone to fight with besides me, and I'm just not a challenge at all. Not really, but I do let her have friends over quite often because I do feel sorry for her being an only child who is spoiled rotten. We tried not to spoil her, we really did, but it is pretty easy to do, and much more difficult to avoid. Anyway, she is not THAT spoiled, no more than any other American child I would guess.
I think that is enough for tonight. I'm sure you find yourself thinking after reading this post, "I'm truly not amused." I understand that sentiment, and I feel the same way. That's all I've got right now though, but maybe tomorrow, I can muster more energy while I clean house and do laundry. Ugh.
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