Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
When the father came out to check on the progress of his young boys, he noticed the cheerful demeanor of the one.
"Son," he said, "why are you so happy doing such a dirty, nasty, smelly job?"
"Well Dad," he answered, "I figured with all this poop, there has to be a pony under here somewhere!"
I'm trying to keep smiling...but I'm getting tired of shoveling... does anyone know where the pony is?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Do you have a photo that stopped time at just that perfect juncture? The one that takes you back to that place...you know the one where you thought every second of every moment was perfect and it was going to stay that way forever?
Do you have that photo that makes you ache to touch the person in it just one more time? The one that crawls so deep into your consciousness it sets your senses on fire? Can you look at it and feel the softness of her skin, smell the sun in his hair or feel his fingers running across your back...maybe even hear the sound of her voice again?
Photographs...they are tangible, the memories they bring us are priceless.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
So instead of a long winded rumination, I give you a reflection captured as the sun casts forth her rays and creates a shadow.
Monday, October 20, 2008
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
What do you do when the strongest women in your life are both gone and you feel like you are coming apart at the seams?
"Tell me, Mom, what am I to do?"
"Granny I need some of that no nonsense advice you were so good at."
Please just talk to me!
1. Drunk people should not have cell phones.
2. Bristol Palin's baby's daddy is an idiot.
3. What would geese have to scream about at 3:30 in the morning?
4. What is the difference between forgiveness and just learning to live with it?
5. Is reality really neutral?
6. What are other people doing at 3:30 in the morning?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Bubbling, boiling, hissing,
Waves that only Pele can ride,
Embracing, loving, kissing.
In the midst of a mighty volcano,
In the lake of liquid fire
Rhythmically flowing from side to side
Swim eruptions of hate and desire.
Ebullition from the deepest depths
Symbolic of nascent power,
Creator, destroyer, which shall she be named
As she restlessly churns in her tower?
Expression in definite form and direction
Is given at her command.
Only the humble and wise can escape
The power of her hand.
Beware the disguises from fire that rises
Deep from the cauldron within.
A spark from the heart, like a fiery dart
Tempered with love's not a sin.
More than troubling I would say.
In defense of the teachers who did not account for him...it was early in the day and attendance was not yet out. But still....
At the core of the matter is not the fact he was unaccounted for...it is the reason he left. This young man, a gentle soul...not very bright, somewhat immature, a bit different, but mostly kind...has been the target of some pretty nasty middle school boys. And yesterday he had had enough. He walked. He went to a place where he felt safe...home.
We have a zero tolerance policy in our building...I really don't even know what that means. I assume there will be an 'investigation'...the antagonizers somehow punished. Maybe a detention or a Saturday school. There will most likely be a lecture about, "how would you feel if..."
But what of his pain? Who will address that? For it seems this has been going on for some time. This young man will carry with him for life the words of the bullies. He will remember forever the day he left school because he could no longer tolerate the abuse of his peers.
I don't think bullies are affected by detentions and Saturday schools. I don't think they care about lectures and 'how would you feel'. I think bullies only understand one kind of language...their own. And I know I am not being politically correct when I say this: I think bullies need some of their own medicine to cure what ails them...a good ass beating.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
They just know that someone has been accessing a site on the school server with an Internet address that is not in accordance with the district policy of acceptable usage and guess what they did...THEY BLOCKED IT! Those bastard's blocked my blog and now I can't get to it during the day...not even on my lunch hour!
They blocked everything with a blogspot.com address. So not only can I not access my blog, I can't get to any of you either! I am so bummed I can barely stand it. However, they failed to do one thing...they only blocked the blogspot.com address. They did not block anything with blogger.com so I can get to dashboard to post etc. I just can't look at the finished product.
So I am not completely out of the game yet. I may be late commenting on your posts...or reading what is going on around the world...but at least I still have some access. And once the Nazis find out about that...and I am sure they will...I will go to dial up. May be slow but I don't think they can block the phone line.
I will not be stopped!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
"Men are like pumpkins. It seems like all the good ones are either taken or they've had everything scraped out of their heads with a spoon."
Autumn on the lake brings about colors of browns and reds and oranges in all hues and shades. As the leaves on the trees begin to change, the grass fades from green to brown, the crops in the fields turn golden it seems the landscape around me is not one I have known.
On the lake the spatterdock is thinning, the birds are migrating. And there are new colors to be seen floating by. Colors of green, brown and gray in patterns that seem to meld with the world around it.
Men dressed in the same strange colors...handsome dogs standing in the oddly painted boats. Ah...another sign of autumn! It is hunting season. The sound of shotguns in the distance is distinct and exciting. I wonder if they were successful.
Oh but today...they are tucked in just 100 yards or so off our dock area. I could sit and watch with the binoculars. I could hear as they called to their prey. I could see as the hunter put his shotgun to his shoulder and aimed. I could see the shot hit its mark. I could see as his well trained black lab entered the water and retrieved the bounty taking it back to his master with wagging tail.
It is like watching a beautifully choreographed dance. Everything must come together with perfect timing...it is amazing. I so want to be part of this dance. I want to yell across the lake, "come get me...let me play with you. Teach me how to dance with nature the way you do." But I know the sound of my voice will be lost across the water.
So I am content to watch...to be a voyeur...to live vicariously through them.
Autumn....colors, sounds, smells...............................
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Driving back from a business appointment this morning, the hubby and I stopped at a lovely family farm market to check out the fall harvest. We walked along the rows of pumpkins and exotic shaped gourds. The proprietor was very friendly as we talked about her bounty and I complimented her gardens.
But it wasn't those icons of fall that kept my attention. I noticed everywhere I looked, there were felines of all sizes and colors. One especially caught my eye. She was a pewter colored kitten with bull's eye markings, probably no older than 10 - 12 weeks and she was very busy rubbing around my ankles.
"That's Molly," the woman said. And she began to explain the existence of her cats. Most of them are drop offs that just continue to breed and breed. At this point she figures there are somewhere around 40 cats of various ages around the homestead.
She and her husband feed them, but offers no medical care or spaying or neutering as the food bill alone is around $200.00 a month. She continues to explain they are all barn cats and nature just takes it course with coyote, hawks owls etc. thinning them out over the winter. What the animals don't get disease will.
Of course, I already have Molly in my arms nestled against my chest. She is snuggled in tight and purring. I noticed she cannot open her right eye. It is full of green pus. I bring it to the woman's attention. She says again, "We don't dr. them." I suggest maybe just cleaning it out and putting a little neosporin ointment on it might help. "It might," she responds. I don't hold out any hope for Molly getting any care for her eye.
Molly isn't the only cat with eye problems, there are many seemingly winking at me. Most of the cats appear to have something wrong with them. One has some kind of tumor. Another is so infested with worms he is starving to death. I am heart broken at the physical state of these kittens and cats. They may be barn cats but it is obvious some of them are very ill and are in desperate need of medical care.
She tells me not to get attached to her cats. They will not give them away. WHAT?
But her philosophy is, "if God brings them to us, we are going to feed them." I'm not sure God wants to own the human dumping of helpless animals, but that is another post.
I want to say to her they need more than food. I want to say to her it would be more humane to put them down than to let them have full bellies but suffer through disease, harsh weather or be ripped apart by the talons of a bird of prey or the teeth of a coyote.
I want to say save yourself $200.00 a month on cat food and buy a couple boxes of .22 cal cartridges. It would be way cheaper and much more humane.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Though I love the changes with HSMSHS I find I can't access the site from work (yes, I admit I do occasionally work on personal stuff at work). It seems Bess, our internet filter system, will not let me access anything associated with Typepad. It is such a bummer! I will always be almost a day behind checking on everyone unless I catch the word of the day before I go to bed. But I will be checking on everyone!
What do you see out there Sailor?
And if you don't vote...Don't complain about the results
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
It was during one of those conversations that I was left somewhat stunned. A conversation that began innocently enough but has me examining a core belief. A belief I never thought I would ever waiver on. One I never thought I would compromise.
But I am standing back taking a look from a different direction...just looking at this moment mind you! No decisions have been made...no votes cast. I am still no closer to a decision than I was before.
I am at odds with this election...not finding a clear choice in the two men who are running. Neither represents what I consider a hands down option...both failing to equally support those issues I find important to myself and my country.
We were talking about the current financial crisis facing this nation and that conversation segue wayed into what has happened to this country since 9/11.
We both agreed that this country has seen catastrophic financial changes that never would have been realized had there never been a 9/11. That we are a nation so changed by those cataclysmic events...it is impossible to even hypothesize where we would if terrorists had not descended upon our nation.
But they did and we are forever changed because of it, we concurred
It was at this point she looked at me with eyes so intense and a sadness that spoke volumes and said, "For me this election will be about National security. It is so important that I am willing to sacrifice Roe v Wade." Then she walked away.
I was speechless. Sacrifice Roe v Wade...it was ringing in my ears like a thunderclap. How could she even consider taking the chance of voting into office a president who would for a second consider taking away this right?
But once my ears stopped ringing, I began to think about what she said and the conversation we were having. National security...terrorist attacks. And I knew I needed to do some more soul searching. I knew I needed to ask myself more questions. But did I have the answers to them all? I don't think I do...but who does?
I ask myself if I can consider putting into office a president who would for a second consider taking this great nation and put it at risk for the carnage we saw on 9/11? I ask myself what is the most important platform facing this nation and what is the most important issue on which to place my vote? Certainly national security is right up there at the top.
But to take the chance to give up something fought so hard for...it seems like a step backwards. If given this chance, I have to ask, what will the government take away next?
Ah...so much to think about.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Okay...so I fell for it. I admit it...I wanted to know what kind of dame I am and guess what! I am the best dame of all! I'm......
You scored 14% grit, 19% wit, 43% flair, and 24% class!
You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
When I began this blog it was to be an outlet for my thoughts...not a photo blog. But my blog has become saturated with photos...not a bad thing. But I am a girl of words. I love them...and I have an opinion about everything...just ask anyone who knows me. So what is wrong with me...why can't I get my thoughts out of my mind and onto this blog? Writers block? I don't know.
I wonder if it doesn't have more to do with the time of year...fall. The world around me is changing quickly. The flowers are drying up and going to seed...ready to drop into the soil to prepare for next year. The grass is brown and trees are beginning to lose their leaves. The air is getting crisper...the days shorter, which of course means the nights are longer. Even the sun isn't as warm as it was a month ago. Could leave anyone in a funk, no?
Fall ...a time when everything either dies or or gets ready to sleep the winter away. Fall, the season that takes us to those holidays we celebrate with our families...ah yes, families. Therein lies the problem.
I have no family. Now let me correct that...I have my children and my husband...but no brothers, parents, grandparents, etc. By mid 1997, I had buried them all. If I still have my children and my husband, you might ask, what is the problem? Why would you be melancholy about the holidays?
It is very strange to be an orphan at the ripe old age of 36. And for many years I did not understand why I became sad and unsettled around this time of year. I never understood why I was so surly at Thanksgiving and Christmas until one particular year when we were all with my husband's family.
We were sitting around after a wonderful meal and he and his sisters were talking about the Christmas' past. There were lots of 'remember whens' going on between them. It was at this point I had an epiphany. I have no 'remember whens'!
There is no one in my life with which I can sit back and down a drink, chuckle and say, 'do you remember that time dad....' Or 'hey Mom, do you remember when I....' Those things are forever gone for me. It is as if a part of me died. And the holidays bring back that reality like a baseball bat to the head. Fall is just the precursor to that.
As time as gone on...yes time does heal all wounds or at least scab them over. Things have gotten easier. I try to see the beauty of the season and embrace it. I work to create those 'remember whens' for my own children and share in their stories as we gather around the holiday table. I am no longer miserable during the holiday season, though there is still a sense of loss and pain.
I have also discovered family isn't defined by blood...but that is another post...and for that I am so fortunate.
But nevertheless...this is a bump in the road of time I need to get through...for whatever the reason it is happening. Maybe getting it out will help me to move that giant block that is in the way and the words will flow more easily. Then again maybe I should just post another picture!
Thanks for listening.