Friday, April 02, 2010

Wicked awful...

...that's how I feel. Got this cold or something, and I wish to thank the general public. People are so free with their germs. They just cough, cough, cough anywhere and everywhere. Gosh, people, can you not use some real common sense? Cough into your sleeve or better yet stay home. And stop sneezing in public, too. Idiots. (I have a tendency to use the word Idiot when I don't feel well...)

No matter where you go or what you do, you live your entire life within the confines of your head. ~Terry Josephson




Wouldn't it be funny if Wolf Blitzer worked for Fox News? They could call it the Animal Channel.


Why do people say that wine has to breath? Who is out there trying to make wine die?


Is Glenn Beck only here on this earth for Jon Stewart. Jon Stewart is the only one who can explain him really well. And why is Glenn Beck so Grossly Bigoted? Just askin' ...He says some very strange stuff, IMHO. I just don't get him, at all, not even a little twinky winky bit.

The fly that doesn't want to be swatted is most secure when it lights on the fly-swatter.
~G.C. Lichtenberg



Jon Stewart is on the Daily Show with more real fake news than anyone. And, why is it called the Daily Show if it's not on daily?


Yesterday, I told someone the (very old) joke about 'not driving on driveways, and not parking on parkways,' and they said, 'wait...what?' I felt like I had just dropped into another universe.


I know I am Older Than Jackson Browne, but seriously, I am stepping into another zone on the spectrum. I am looking around and seeing a lot of stupid people doing and saying a lot of stupid stuff. What is up with that? What are these people reading? And why are they texting while they drive?

Do we need legislation on reading materials to mark something 'drivel' 'lies' 'exaggerated stories' "stuff messing with your mind to scare you', or 'just plain bull-hockey' and, 'do not read this while driving? Whoops! Even musing that thought makes me an 'ist' person! (You can fill in the social-fasci-mark-whatever- in front of the 'ist').

The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
~Edward R. Murrow

I have to laugh at the 'government is getting to big' comments....well, duh~! -- the population is getting big-ger, so ergo, more representation, more ideas from our representatives, more legislation, more needs, and more people trying hard to find ways to do shady things (and that's on both sides - the politicians and the people. And the worse things happen when the politicians and the corporations get together! Oh wait, they gave that a name, right? -- lobbying? ...) But all that, does not mean, We Cannot Have Health Care for Everyone. Grow up, people. Learn to be kind to your neighbor.

I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts. ~John Locke

Okay ~ blather, blather, insult, idiot ...I don't feel well, and should not be spewing my thoughts out at this time. I think I'll go smell some roses or something. Or maybe study an ant mound.

We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation.
~Francois De La Rochefoucauld



Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland


Thursday, April 01, 2010

My Friend Doug Barnett

Do you like music? Music that will make you smile? Then check out Doug Barnett~! I love this guy.

You will find that I have written a song with Doug called End of The Dirt Road with me furnishing the thoughts and Doug putting his magic on making it a real song~ by adding the (great) music and some very, very important lyrics to complete my ever wondering thoughts.

One of the coolest things that ever happened to me was meeting Doug over at Jacksons Cafe.

I guess we've been friends, gosh ~ about 7 years now? I don't know. But he is one of the most clever people I have ever met!

Have a great day, Doug!!

A Thought for Thursday 2010


Exercise and Diet

Unhealthy lifestyles are rooted in the mind and seeded in the soul. The spiritual exercise of the mind involves taking the mind out of the physical body and to the subtle, angelic body of light and then to our state of being a soul - a sentient point of light and power. As for diet control, pure thoughts are the healthy diet for the mind.

Creative thoughts are like vitamins and
positive thoughts provide proteins that build will power, while thoughts of serving others are like carbohydrates, which provide energy for the mind.

...From the Thought for Today site.

I really enjoy this site. I have them email something to me every day.

I have grown up in the home of negativity and fear. And I am "so done with that" as the youth of today might phrase it. I was fortunate enough to come close to the knowledge of what positive emotions can do for your life while I was parenting my children. They seem to be doing okay. They seem balanced.

Balance of the mind, body and spirit is important to me. I think if one leans to far in either direction, then things will become out of focus. And if one finds themselves leaning, one should stay quiet, don't comment, don't become engaged ...Relax and let your mind find it's way back to balance.

Be the grasshopper until you become the Zen Master. The Zen Master does not concern himself with which way the hose is facing, only that he has the hose in the hand and knows the knowledge of how to use it will come if one is patient long enough.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Things in the news

1. Why is Scott Brown, Senator from Massachusetts, lying about Rachael Maddow, an MSNBC news commentator? What made him continue to lie the first time he was confronted with the truth?...

And still, after he was confronted -again- he still continues to lie!! If you don't like the links I posted, just goggle - Scott Brown still lying ...you will get plenty of links.

2. Why are people afraid of everyone having access to health care? Why does anyone _not_ want a child or an old person to have health care that is affordable? Why do people want children with preexisting conditions to not have health care?

Do people _not_ think, that in this day and age, ....that we could _not_ function in a society who cares for its sick _without_ becoming a country lead by a Hitler?

So, there is no maturity that can be experienced in this world today? We are not educated enough, enlightened enough, kind enough, good enough, wise enough, caring enough to allow the people in our country to have health care without selling out to fascist/socialist/whateverist county?


3. Did you know that having your tonsils out means that now you have a preexisting condition and now anything that happens to your body that may need medical treatment that happens any where near your tonsils will not be covered? Ask me, I know this.


4. Why does Sarah Palin talk about guns, reloading, and cross hairs and fighting and then say she doesn't mean anything related to violence?

Former vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin had some harsh words for her detractors in the health care debate with a thinly veiled, March Madness-themed Facebook post in which she declared, "never retreat, instead RELOAD!"Why does she put herself in a situation to have to defend all the words she uses, words like these:

She wrote about using "strong weapons" and "big guns" to drive to the basket. She urged teams to "shoot with accuracy; aim high and remember it takes blood, sweat and tears to win." She says "bombing through the press" is part of what teams must do to help reach their goals.

"To the teams that desire making it this far next year: Gear up! In the battle, set your sights on next season's targets! From the shot across the bow - the first second's tip-off - your leaders will be in the enemy's crosshairs, so you must execute strong defensive tactics," she wrote. "You won't win only playing defense, so get on offense!"

"If the other side tries to push back," she added later, "your attitude should be 'go for it.' Get in their faces and argue with them."


As a woman, I have to say ~ she does not represent me.

Like a lot of other politicians, she has decided to shout the standard party 'one liners' and the 4 or 5 bullet points that her political party is marketing and using them over and over again as the answers to everything. They are inciting anger, not inciting thinking.

Why isn't her advice to Get Educated, Get Smarter? Why isn't she encouraging those who follow her to learn about the issues and get involved with something other than stock sentences to yell at the camera when they are at a rally? She totally puzzles me. It seems there are better ways to use ones' power. But perhaps, if she got people to think ~ she would lose that power.

A leader leads by example, whether he intends to or not. ~Author Unknown

5. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that person is crazy. ~Dave Barry, "Things That It Took Me 50 Years to Learn"



Thursday, March 25, 2010

"86,400 Seconds"



"Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with £86,400. Every evening whatever part of the balance you fail to use during the day is deleted. What would you do? Draw out every penny and use it well, of course!!! Each of us has such a bank - Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Invest the day's deposits well, or the loss is yours. How could you bring the most contentment, happiness and benefit to yourself and others? The clock is running."


Quote from Thought for Today website

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

A Wednesday List

1. I do post in random streams of consciousness. I don't post everything I think because sometimes that stream comes while I am washing dishes and then 'boom! like that!' it is gone. Sometimes it comes again, sometimes not...Sometimes it comes again at a stop light.

2. In my relationship I often find myself caught between the Catch and the 22 ... that is, I catch myself asking my husband 22 times to do something because I am forgetting that silence from him is actually an answer. I just don't always know what that answer is...

3. Found this quote today on the Daily OM sight --

"Our own sense of the truth, is the most important piece when taking in information from external sources." --

and yes, that is what people mostly forget to do. It is part of what is called, "thinking" ...

I read a lot. I read a lot of stuff written by the "experts" ...and I have found, as I have gotten older, that sometimes it might take me a while to figure out what it is I actually know about the subject, but sometimes, I realize, I know a whole heck of a lot more than I thought I did.

So don't take anything at face value, run it through your thinking process and make it real to you. Understand what it is you know, and why you think you know it ~

and for heavens sake, understand that You are You and I am I and He is He and She is She and not everyone thinks alike. If you learn anything, learn that.

4. Forgive everyone. You are not perfect and neither am I, or they or them.

5. Pray or meditate on good things. Good things for yourself and for everyone you know. Especially if you are aware of a friend in need; whether it be a monetary need or an emotional need, or any kind of something they might be lacking, pray for good things to come.

6. Always be kind. Always. No excuses. I know there are days I have failed at this, and I know I am always sorry. Just sayin' ...

7. Believe that something good is bound to happen. It always will. Your turn will come. Be ready.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

In the words of Forest Gump..."It happens."

I had heard the bubbling a few days prior, but there was so much going on, I just passed the information over to my husband,

I said, "Honey, that toilet in there sounds like it's auditioning for a part in a Stephen King novel. It keeps bubbling when no one is around."

I can't pretend that my husband doesn't think I'm a little odd now and then, and most likely, because of all the stuff that was going on during the week - the wedding and company - he said, "I'll check it." And most likely, had to be called on to check on something else for someone else.

Then it happened.

Something really weird, out of nowhere, the toilet got the part in the movie (unbeknownst to Mr. King) and began bubbling forth that stuff that Forest Gump had stepped in -and the tub from one bathroom began to participate ... from here, I have no wish to cloud my mind with the details, but let's just say, I was shocked and dismayed and much, much Lysol was sprayed ...

However, I did not freak out. I mean, there was no point in that --

Then we found, the same as life is layered with every action equalling a reaction, the chain of horror continued because as we were dealing with what was going on in one bathroom ...

and you think you are safe ... you walk into another room, and your carpet in soaking wet ... and you stand puzzled for a minute, and then you realize something wicked this way came....you hesitate, look further and then do what all wives do....you call your husband's name~! (really loud)

I'll spare the in between, but the terrible ooze made its way to my mother in law's little cottage as well, as we are all on the same septic tank. But ,she is a woman of great faith and I believe God spared her the overflow.

Meanwhile, the carpets in two rooms ...died a horrible stinking death.

My husband said, "I'll get the rainbow and start working on getting this water out..."

Me, "Uh. No."

My husband, "Well, I suppose we could call a carpet company?"

Me, "No."

My husband, "Well, what then? We can't live with this. "

Me, "No, but we can live without this..."

He looked at me puzzled. "Dear," said I. "I know we have no money for new flooring, or even used flooring, but there is no rule that reaches our lives that says we can't throw this all away and have concrete floors until whenever..."

He nodded his head. Alrighty, then. Big pile of trash on the curb. (And don't think moving furniture from two rooms isn't difficult when you live in a tiny house...)

I lost several towels, two sets of flannel sheets and plenty of miscellaneous rag towels, but oh well, you know. I do regret that for reasons that make another story, my bed spread was on the floor, also, but, again, oh well.

So, that's it. Forest was right. It happens.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Some Official Wedding photos

Matthew Ennis was the professional photographer that photographed the wedding. If you click on his name, you will come to his site --

Then click Wedding and the names Bill and Adrienne will come up. Click that if it doesn't start.

I loved this photos -- and I love the song on his website.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Wedding ~ (Not so great photos)


The above photo is my granddaughter having a good time at the reception.


This is a behind the scenes shot of the people taking pictures aside from the photographer which if you look closely, you might be able to find the fellow in there.

This was his first wedding. He is an accomplished photographer of other things, and I can't remember what they are right now, but the kids had found his ad which said he was looking for wedding experience to add to his resume, so if anyone would like their wedding shot for free - please call him. And since the budget was tight, that sounded like they might give it a try.

This next one is of my #2 son and my only daughter ~


... walking down the aisle together. She was actually freezing. This might be one of the few shots in which you can't tell. As you can see, the guys were casual as well. They were instructed to wear their shirts out and sandals. The girls also wore sandals.

And now the bride ~


Okay, well, someone had to dress up ~ this is a shot of my new daughter in law right after my son answered, "I do."

Behind her is the photographer.


If you look closely at the bride -- well, you might have to click on the photo -- you will see that she has a tear in her eye. She really does love my son.

The wedding was simple and elegant, as I had mentioned before, featuring a sky that was clear with just the perfect amount of white streaks from the brush strokes of clouds. The breezes from the inter-coastal waters were cooler than we expected, but the day was just so beautiful no one will remember that it was windy and they were freezing.

My photos were not so great. I didn't have anything on the right settings. I really don't even know why I tried to take photos.

But at least you can see the lovely sunshine yellow dresses with the navy blue sashes. The bride looked like icing on a wedding cake. Just beautiful.






Saturday, March 20, 2010

Weddings are always wonderful

Yes, they are. My first born son and his lovely lady, who is now my wonderful daughter in law, were married yesterday. The wedding was simply done but just so elegant as simple always proves to be. It was an outside ceremony by the water.

But, I have to say ~ I am glad that is DONE ... and I mean that in a good way.

Everyone who has gone through a wedding knows there is always some crazy stuff going on behind the scenes. Life can't happen without the backstage commotion.

The guys and girls in the wedding party went out on St. Patrick's day. That was interesting. I stayed home with my granddaughter, but did not escape hearing the stories that came back.

I know there are some people out there who would be none to excited about hearing that their two sons came in second in the beer pong contest. But, it is not their normal activity, so I was not to freaked out, and since I have decided to live my life without regrets, I have moved on.

But, they all came back laughing and telling stories of how my boys are Irish, and since it was St. Paddy's day, the crowd was egging them on. And, I also know, they won't be doing that again for a long, long while! Their private lessons told them so.

Both my daughter in law and son had a great group of people as their attendants. The attendants were family and friends. Good friends, really good friends, and family is always precious. All brothers and sisters were in the wedding party. My son's best man was his best friend since 8th grade. I really enjoyed these 10 young people. They were all funny, kind, smart and witty and just so friendly.

And, different from each other! My son's two closest friends were telling me how different they are from my son. His friends are both Republicans and my son is a Democrat. They have different strategies and ideas for business and dealing with money investments and sports teams and some other such things I can't remember. But, they get along so great! One would never guess they hold such difference of opinions. It certainly can give one such hope for the world, you know?

I'll have to write up more details later as I remember them. My mind is still crawling back to find me. It's been in hiding for about a week.

Friday, March 19, 2010

If it's Friday ....

...I must be in the stress zone by now.

1. Today my #1 son is getting married. I tried really, really hard to take it easy through this week, but I'm the type of person who pushes that stress inward so basically I have a mouth full of cold sores!

It's nothing other than the way I am made. I stress for everyone around me and have a tendency to doubt myself. But in the end, I know all will be well and good, and that the things remembered about this day, this week, will only be the good things.

2. My husband has been a saint through all this. You know, sometimes, I get irritated by him and things he does ~ things that don't amount to a hill of beans but wives get silly about wanting their hanging plants moved ~

but, I have to say to the world, when my train is speeding down the track, my husband steps in like the zen master he is and switches my direction to safety mode without so much as creating a wave on the water. His way of stepping up next to me during these times is what makes us a most unique couple. I love him dearly.

Must go ~ time to get ready.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Why do you spank your child?

That's what I would like to ask parents who decide to spank. Why do you use that method of discipline? Each set of parents needs to answer this question for themselves. Spanking is such a major step in the relationship between a parent and a child, a parent really needs to consider the time to evaluate this question.
I want to start out the posts on this topic by clarifying - This is all Just My Humble Opinion. Some may think it is not so humble of me to say they should not spank under any circumstances, but at this point in my life, I have come to this opinion, and I stand behind it.

Who am I and where did I get this idea that spanking is wrong? I have thought about it and thought about it, and after what happened to Lydia Schatz, I have decided that I will lend my voice to say no to spanking. I realize that little Lydia was beaten to death, but from the information that has been provided so far, her parents had considered it a whipping or a spanking. But this is not about them directly. This is about spanking and not wanting to stand on the side of it being a correct form of discipline.

I have three grown children, one granddaughter (whom I write about on another blog, and I will write about how I discipline her and what is working and what is not). I have a great marriage. I have a great relationship with my children (ages 33, 23 and 20).

I have nieces, nephews, and great nephews. I have babysat and cared for all my nieces and nephews and great nephews, and have helped in the rearing of one great nephew. I am happy that I was allowed to be a part of his life. I love my family dearly, and they love me.

I love children and always have. I am endeared to them naturally. I help take care of my granddaughter and two of my nephews on a daily basis. I volunteer one day a week in a kindergarten class (I would volunteer more, if I had the time).

I am an observer of people and their interactions. I have read many books on interpersonal relationships and understanding life and am currently still reading these types of books and have had a long interest in how the brain does actually work. As the brain actually does work, you know, but it works by recording information that we put in it, which is then coupled with information that is hard wired in us. I believe we could say, we are all born with a pre-existing condition ~ a personality dealt to us by things beyond our control. Our DNA. Our blueprint, if you will.

But the situation is that we don't get a copy of this blueprint for our children. We are called upon to figure out who they are and what works out best for them in this job of bringing up our children. Each one of them is unique and individual from the beginning, from their first breath. They are separate beings from us, and we are responsible for them. They are separate beings from each other. No two are alike.

We, as parents or caregivers or teachers or anyone who interacts with or works with children, we who are anywhere near children, it is us who are putting things in their brains that will affect them for the rest of their lives. We are building a person. That is a great responsibility.

I did use the method of spanking my children for a brief time. So, I have asked myself, "Why did you do that?"

Answer: I thought I was supposed to do that. Just that simple. (Or just that stupid, if you prefer.) I was spanked (and pinched) in my upbringing. If I had it to do all over again, I would not have spanked my children. I listened to others instead of thinking for myself. I finally came to a point during the time I was raising my children that I said to myself, "you know, what? ...this is not what I want to do."

I had read James Dobson and learned about the spanking spoon at my church. I was around families at church who thought spanking was represented in God's word. One day someone handed me a book by the Pearl's. I didn't read it cover to cover. I felt there was something really wrong there. The whole picture of spanking began to seem wrong to me, and I stopped considering spanking as a punishment I would use.

So, for those who spank: Please ask yourselves ~

1. Where did I get the idea that spanking a child was a good thing?

2. Why would I think that taking an object and striking a child's body would be a correct form of discipline?

3. When I think my child is disobeying me, or having a tantrum, or extended his hand to touch something dangerous, like an electrical cord, why do I think that striking the child is the correct thing to do?

Whatever the reasons you might say yes to spanking, look into your own mind and heart and answer those questions for yourself. I would love to know the reasons why any parent feels they have to spank their child, strike their child, hit their child. I know what my reasons were, and I don't agree with any of them. I felt desperate to have good children and wanted to learn how to do this. I was foolish to think that spanking should be a part of that equation.

Perhaps you were spanked, and you are thinking, "well, I turned out okay, soooo..." And I say, "So what?" Is this little child you? Are you your parent? You are not your parent, and your little child in a new person. Think about a world where a child grows up and is not hit. Why not think about that? Why can't it be that way?"

Answer the questions honestly.

Each of you should decide for yourselves why you cannot consider or learn or choose an alternate method of discipline. Ask your yourselves, why do I have to spank? What is in my way that I can't learn to be more patient with my child and apply other forms of discipline or correction or teaching?

As I stated in another post ~ I am going to stand up against spanking, striking, hitting, whipping, swatting, paddling, or whatever it is one would call taking an object and administering pain to a child's body part. On that, I stand up and say "No". Do not do this. I encourage you to find a new method of discipline.

"Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression."
Dr. Haim Ginott

Monday, March 15, 2010

Spanking for discipline?

On a serious note, I have been reading around the blogs about the issue of spanking since the death of 7 year old Lydia Schatz, whipped to death by her parents who are now charged with murder. Just google her name, and you will come upon a multitude of links talking about this.

This awful happening has brought up the issue of spanking on a lot of blogs. Spanking - yes? or Spanking - no?

I say, 'no' ~ not under any circumstances. I'll post more of my thoughts later when I have more time. But, I do want to be a voice that might persuade people to think of another way to discipline, so I will get to it.

A lot of people with opinions about spanking have no more credentials than I do. They are just parents reading a book that says something about what someone else thinks, or grandparents, or aunts or uncles, or people who have lived ~~

Some of the people who write books that people are reading to help them make the decision to spank really have no more education on this matter than I do.

So, that said ~ I'll be giving my thoughts on the matter, if for no one else but the future generations of my family who will be read this blog.

Why I have so little time right now...



Hah! That's how I feel! Like there are two babies running around here. I cannot imagine how people with lots of babies do manage. They are blessed though, truly.

1. This past weekend there was much activity in my yard. My yard looks great, but I still have this insatiable need for more flowers. I put in different species of butterfly plants. Right now, I have no home set up for hatching the caterpillars, so I have been taking them to the school, and they are taking care of them. I have several species to it gets interesting and beautiful out there.

2. One of the reasons for the extra yard activity is that #1 son is getting married this Friday. Family and friends have started coming in today. Busy, busy, busy, lots of smiling and hugging. I cannot believe I am already tired!

3. I rarely have a week in which every day has something already in it, and now this week, I have things added to the things that have been added to the things of the things already in the week~! My calendar looks like a cave painting!! Please don't ask me to even pencil you in!!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Wednesday List

1. I do post in random streams of consciousness. I don't post everything I think because sometimes that stream comes while I am washing dishes and then 'boom! like that!' it is gone. Sometimes it comes again, sometimes not...Sometimes it comes again at a stop light.

2. In my relationship I often find myself caught between the Catch and the 22 ... that is, I catch myself asking my husband 22 times to do something because I am forgetting that silence from him is actually an answer. I just don't always know what that answer is...

3. Found this quote today on the Daily OM sight --

"Our own sense of the truth, is the most important piece when taking in information from external sources." --

and yes, that is what people mostly forget to do. It is part of what is called, "thinking" ...

I read a lot. I read a lot of stuff written by the "experts" ...and I have found, as I have gotten older, that sometimes it might take me a while to figure out what it is I actually know about the subject, but sometimes, I realize, I know a whole heck of a lot more than I thought I did.

So don't take anything at face value, run it through your thinking process and make it real to you. Understand what it is you know, and why you think you know it ~

and for heavens sake, understand that You are You and I am I and He is He and She is She and not everyone thinks alike. If you learn anything, learn that.

4. Forgive everyone. You are not perfect and neither am I, or they or them.

5. Pray or meditate on good things. Good things for yourself and for everyone you know. Especially if you are aware of a friend in need; whether it be a monetary need or an emotional need, or any kind of something they might be lacking, pray for good things to come.

6. Always be kind. Always. No excuses. I know there are days I have failed at this, and I know I am always sorry. Just sayin' ...

7. Believe that something good is bound to happen. It always will. Your turn will come. Be ready.

Friday, March 12, 2010

From the School Front...

The first time I saw the little fellow was last year. I was on my way to pick up my nephews from the library at their school when I heard the screaming. One could not miss the commotion.

In the cleared hallway, you could see a tiny figure kicking and screaming in front of the library room doors. Three teachers were squatted around him. No one touching him, they were each trying, individually to talk to him, as no one is allowed to bring him up into their arms and hug him. It seems he did not want to leave the library and took a fit about it. That day, the school officials had to call the police who ended up carrying the child to the office.

I had been volunteering at my nephews school that year working in the office and encountered that little boy in the office quite often. He was never still. Ever. And, he is just as cute as a button and smart. He continued the rest of the year with these encounters of fits, and I would often see the counselor carrying him down the hall, kicking and screaming, as what seemed to become his usual pattern. And, I learned, there is a certain way in which the counselor is supposed to carry him. If he cannot get the child in that position, and the child is still carrying on, then the police will be called into the school to handle the situation (your tax dollars at work).

Then he began to break that pattern and so began running off school grounds. This little tiny fellow running away, with adults running after him, as he headed off toward the wooded areas that surrounded the school. And, think now, teachers cannot leave their charges, so help would have to be gathered quickly to accomplish this task.

This year, I volunteer in one of the kindergarten classrooms. As I was walking to the library yesterday with a bunch of papers to bound into booklets, I heard screaming. I stopped and looked around and at first didn't see anything, but knew that definitely was screaming coming from somewhere.

I paused at the library door. The hallways were empty. The screaming was now turning a corner. And I saw Mr. R, the main counselor, walking slowing towards the office with kicking legs and arms extending out in front of him. It was that little boy.

I enquired later as to what had happened.

What happened was the usual. His grandmother is called to the school to pick him up and take him home. She is 80 and walks with a cane. When she came in yesterday, the little fellow decided he did not want to go home and would not leave the office he was waiting in.

Grandma turned to the reception at the desk and said, "What the child needs is a good swat on the backside." The little fellow was finally talked into leaving the office and went home with his grandmother.

He is six years old.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Health Care Reform

I don't know what to say. I am not against Health Care Reform. So there. I said that.

Does that make me a socialist/communist/government-clueless individual? Leftist/Marxist dumb-dough? At this point, I am not really sure what it makes me, but since I am in debt because of medical issues ~ I can say I have felt the crisis of which people are speaking.

I found this little read interesting. It just seems that health insurance goes wild now and then, and ummmm, because it is something that people really, really, really need, well, that allows them to go wilder. No?

My heart goes out to those in my situation, and to those whose situations are way worse than mine.

I got up this morning and felt fairly normal. I didn't feel any 'ist' or anything at all. I felt kind and good and happy that I have my family to love and who love me.

I begrudge no one ill will. I wish that those that are sick could go to the doctor and not worry, and I also wish that those that think they might be sick could go to the doctor and not worry. So, I'm an 'ist' of some kind?

No, I don't want government in my personal business, but I do want my police force, my fire department, my roads worked on, my libraries open (Glenn-Beck-you-idiot), and yes, even the public schools. Although, I homeschooled my children for most of their years, there are others that don't or can't or don't know how or won't and then what we would do?

But there you go ~ if those thoughts make me an 'ist' of the bad ilk, then ...

I don't know what to say.

Monday, March 08, 2010

A Sharingly Good Idea

”Share

Dana at Rosecommon Acres has just posted a fantastic idea with her Share the Harvest and Challenge Giveaway.

I really like her idea ~~

she writes: "This Spring, we’re still deep in a recession with unemployment continuing to rise, and I wanted to do a little something to encourage you to help your neighbors and community by doing something gardeners have done for as long as there have been gardens: Share the Harvest! Except rather than “just” giving out of your unplanned surplus, I’d like you to consider planning now to plant a little extra, an extra row, an extra tomato plant, whatever you can squeeze in, so that you have a little more to give."

I really like that part about planning to give. Nothing keeps your heart stronger and motivated to peace than knowing you are giving to someone else.

I'm an uncommon gardener. I don't know much about gardening rules and live in sandy soil. I have had some success with lettuce, tomatoes and peppers (chili, red and green) and herbs. Once I grew a cantaloupe. I have a picture of it on my blog somewhere. It grew from my compost pile. I was so excited, I could hardly stand it!

Many things failed to actually produce anything but lovely foliage, but I was happy with that. However, as Dana mentioned in her post, the economic situation of the day would be made easier by free food from our yard.

This year, we have lettuce, tomatoes, broccoli, spinach and potatoes sprouting up already. Oh, and I bought a blueberry plant, but it is the kind that needs another plant to produce its fruit. I think I'll look through the catalog that Dana mentioned and maybe order some other things.

Dana has suggested that others link to her post and really dig in and share.

Brief notes from the Captain's Log

Star date ~

a Monday AM on the planet earth,

where many people abide and try to survive. Some are waking up as I am, some are laying their heads down to sleep...

somewhere in the world today, a child will go without something he needs. Lord my prayer is that someone will fill that need for them. Someone will hug them and listen and be there to make things right.

The sun shines through my windows and even though there are streaks, I can see the beauty of the sun and the sky through the panes. I can see the light and the love. I don't even really have to strain my eyes to see it. It's there.

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross ...

Sometimes it's buried so deep in hurt and neglect and unloving situations that someone does not see it right away. I pray that the light and the love in each of us will be found by another before it's too late to enjoy it and feel it and experience it, while we are here for now in this realm.

In this place where I live, I have so many reasons to look forward. I am rich in those things that money can't buy. I have love. I have love to receive from my family, and I have love to give them. It overflows from my heart and my homestead. I mark it on my door that those that enter this house will be loved and cared for and offered more than they need. I will give as much love as God allows me to give, and I am finding him to be a source that is unending.

Through my life, I have felt pain, I have been physically and emotionally hurt by others but one day, I discovered that without love, one has nothing. I discovered that love is a never ending stream of consciousness with powers and properties to heal, and if one allows the beauty of love to flow through and shine out like light ~ one can change the world for the better without so much more strain than a smile and a helping hand.

It may not look to be changed in the minute ~ but love is timeless and active in time. Think of love as light.

Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished. ~Michael Strassfeld ...

You never see it travel, but you know it does. You never see how fast it moves, but you know it does. Love and light travel together through all the broken parts of us, through all the hearts that are born ...

"Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There's a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
~~Leonard Cohen
...

Ahhh, the morning ~
rich in great thoughts.

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Thoughts of others...

1. In the United States today, there is a pervasive tendency to treat children as adults, and adults as children. The options of children are thus steadily expanded, while those of adults are progressively constricted. The result is unruly children and childish adults. ~Thomas Szasz

2. It is not easy to be crafty and winsome at the same time, and few accomplish it after the age of six. ~John W. Gardner and Francesca Gardner Reese

3. "I must do something" always solves more problems than "Something must be done." ~Author Unknown

4. Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume it's addressed to someone else. ~Ivern Ball

5. I don't see the point of being a human being if you're not going to be responsible to your fellow human beings. Selfishness thefts away the human and reduces you to just a being. ~Candea Core-Starke

A reason for tenderness


The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn't been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him. ~~Pablo Casals ..

My granddaughter copies just about everything I do now. It's amazing that every word she says does mean something. I feel frustrated at the times when I can't understand them.

When she's pointing and saying something and I can't figure it out ~ I'm thinking to myself, what must it be like for her? 15 months old. Doubtful you will remember anything about this time but I hope you remember the love.

Friday, March 05, 2010

Movement speaking out against the Pearls

A terrible thing has happened. It's an incident that will be very disturbing to your soul. The story headline reads Paradise parents face murder, torture charges.

A Paradise couple Tuesday were charged with the murder of their 7-year-old adopted daughter during a discipline session at the family home last Friday and the "torture" the previous day of her 11-year-old sister, ....

Finding this out, reading this, just breaks your heart. In the name of discipline a child is killed? How outrageous is that? How cruel is that?

Because of a connection to the philosophy of Michael and Debi Pearl and their "chastisement" theories, there has been a lot of blog activity speaking out against the Pearls and a call for book dealers to stop carrying their material.

Because my head is still all over the place with the thoughts of this horrible, cruel, evil injustice done to this little child, Lydia Schartz, I am going to link others who are speaking out much more clearly than I.

I wish to pass that information on. I am siding with those who wish to speak out against Michael and Debi Pearl. I'm choosing this blog Quiet Garden to link as she is showing a list of other bloggers who are speaking out.

Rebecca's Ramblings has read the Pearl's material and is writing about it on her blog. Tulip Girl has also been following the Pearl's misguided ideas for a long time.

Tulip Girl featured a link to this blog, which tells of this mom's experience with the teachings of the Pearls. Her link here also list others who are speaking out.

In the good and humble opinion of this blogger, any child rearing idea that thinks babies should be spanked needs to be totally disregarded as hogwash. Any child rearing idea that says one should carry a spanking tool around their neck and place one in each room, IMGAHO, should be totally disregarded as hogwash. Now, who, on God's green earth, could not agree with that? I am perplexed to think there would be anyone.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Turtles Can Fly ~ The Movie

I just watched this film, and it was amazing. The story is a hard one. But, truth told is often brutal and ugly and makes you cry.

This is a story of children in a refugee camp that is located in Kurdistan and what they do to survive which is disabling land mines. It takes place just before the American invasion. There are no trained actors in the film. These children are real.

A quote from the director, Bahman Ghobadi:

"This is the first film that has been made in Iraq after the fall of Saddam. Prior to anything, here, I should confess that from a Kurd's point of view, I'm very glad that Saddam's dictatorship has finally fallen. That is when I have decided to make a different kind of film.

I traveled to Iraq along my film and camera crew in order to take a variety of images from different subject matters. We captured many shocking images, if we chose to display all of them, they would be so unbearable to the audiences. Whatever is seen in the film is absolutely and truly documented and the comedy and funny parts have mostly come from the local people and some from myself."


There were no Special Features to tell me about the makers of the film and the fantastic young actors, so I Googled for information and was surprised to find that, although, the film was given many awards (scroll down) and a 90% on the Rotten Tomatoes film thermometer, some people thought it was supportive of the American invasion of Iraq.

This is where my dumbness begins to show as I cannot understand, how, if one watched the film, they would get this idea.

My emotions on this topic run deeply and wildly and my expressions may not be coherent, so I have linked others who give information better than I ~~

Roger Ebert gives a great detailed review.

This article from a London Film Festival writer Shahram Heidar gives information I was happy to read:

With financial help from friends and colleagues, the blind toddler has been operated on his eyes in Baghdad and hopefully soon will regain his eye sight. We also supplied health insurance for the handicapped kids so that they would also receive a little financial help for the rest of their lives. The young girl who acted in the film lives in "Soleymanieh" and holds a job at the local TV channel and the youngster boy who played "Satellite" desires to become a director. He is to accompany me in my next film as first assistant director.

We have a responsibility to children in this world, do we not? I did not support the invasion in Iraq; an invasion that would eventually became a war that would be called a war on terror, an abstract term for fear, and then would become what looks like, endless, and God knows I hope I am so wrong about that.

Man has spent much of his time on this planet robbing the innocence of children. I do not understand this concept, and I am grieved at the thought.

Watch this film if you think you can stand becoming emotionally connected with the world.

Friday, February 26, 2010

The Syrian Bride

The story ~ A young woman is getting married. On her wedding day she will leave her family and never see them again. They are all aware of this. It's what the land they live in dictates.

The place ~ The Golan Heights which is a very small area of land bordering Israel and Syria. Who knew it was there? Not me. Actually, this link of Roger Ebert tells you the story of The Syrian Bride, as well as I could if I felt like writing it all out.

The movie was enjoyable, there were subtitles which I do like for a change now and then, but more interesting than the actual film, I found, was the interview with the actress Hiam Abbass. I had checked out the film from the library and her interview is in the part called Special Features.

She speaks of what it is like to be a Palestinian born in Israel. She is Palestinian blood, but because she was actually born in Israel, she is considered an Israeli. She was raised in a Muslim household.

She spoke of the unrest in her part of the world and said that if others would stay out of it, she feels they could resolve their differences on their own. Wouldn't she know better than some of us?

She also mentioned that the film was a collaboration of Israelis and Arabs. The differences known to the world of their dislike for each other did not touch that film set. Gosh, it really makes one wonder, what is going on in this world, you know? What is real and what is fake? Why such effort to keep hate brewing for something different than yourself going? What's it all about, Alfie?

It just makes no sense, sometimes, no sense at all.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Clouded illusions or Lying?

I want to understand why the people who say that the profits of insurance companies "has not shown an increase", don't understand how tax returns work for corporations. Their profits don't go up because they revel in the deductions which turn out to be benefits for them.

1. Bonuses are a deduction

2. Big parties a deduction

3. PAY RAISES a deduction

4. Profits are a DECISION. The companies decide what is profit and what is not.
4a. That means big pay raises for CEO's which don't count as profit,
4b. and on and on ad infinitum.

5. Look it up, seriously.

Corporations DO NOT file their tax returns the same as the regular EVERYMAN. Never have, and most likely, never will. Corporations have long held this advantage.

The profits of the poor little ole insurance companies are being misrepresented. That is my opinion stated from what I know of stuff. Maybe from what you know of stuff, you have something different to say and can defend the insurance companies - health and otherwise -- who are now standing with their brother and sister corporations and taking over things they have no business taking over --

Which is ~ making a profit from someone's illness.

All that blather and I want to add one more thing:

I think there are some up there in Washington who are fully aware of what I am fully aware of, and I wonder how it is they sleep at night. I wonder how it is they really think that causing financial disaster to ill and dying people is in any way a good thing.

For all the thinking I have done about it, I can't see where that decision is the best and better one.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Just sayin' ...

1. I do not care what Tiger Woods and Toyota have in common. I prefer hummus to hubris. I did not give my time over to the 14 minutes Tiger talked about his major mess up. Tsk, tsk, tsk ~ it's a fine mess that you have both gotten yourselves into, Ollie.

2. There is something different about Peanut M & M's these days. I haven't figured it out yet, but they look, uh, different. They are all funny and odd shapes and have just a wee bit of nut in them. I have got to get a photo.

3. According to recent reports, the use of marijuana is increasing for Baby Boomers. And well, I guess so. Their need to relax increases as the continuous accusations of their being at fault for the breakdown of the country continues daily!

They are, after all, the cause of everything! Health care going bust, retirement care on the rise, tax burdens and ad infinitum. Everything is the fault of the Baby Boomers. So, they light up another joint and try to deal ...

4. The Democrats and the Republicans continue to fight about how to fix health care. Shame on them all for not just coming up with a plan that treats everyone fairly that needs health care and that keeps us all from going broke. If they would just let their prejudices fall aside, and do this for the good of people, I think they could work it out. But nooooooo ...

5. A training program on laughter as a health benefit costs $349.00 per person for a two day class. Somehow, I don't find that funny. That is a lot of money IMGAHO. But, one does get a t-shirt and a box lunch on day two. And a continued education certificate is available at an additional cost. Maybe that would make someone at least smile?

Monday, February 22, 2010

War. Why can't we just say no?

"War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today."
~ John F. Kennedy


Last night we viewed the Academy Award nominated film, The Hurt Locker.

I am not really sure what to say about this film. It is about a special military unit in the Army - the bomb squad - stationed in Iraq. It's a day to day count down, almost appearing documentary at times, which is what makes the realism of that so sad.

The film's subject matter I don't like ~ war ~ but, if there is going to be war, and people are going to allow lives to be sacrificed, then they should probably view this film.

There were times I had to look away.

I could not understand what made the film's main character tick. I could not understand why taking a risk was such a thrill for him, but I couldn't help imagining that, perhaps, if there was not a war for him, that he would maybe have found happiness in bungee jumping or climbing Mount Everest.

Whatever reason we might come up with to have a war, my prayer is that it is a damned important serious kick ass reason. Otherwise, I cannot, can not, allow myself to support such a venture.

So, as far as the film is concerned, be warned. The material is delicate, and those viewing will have to deal with the cold hard fact that this is going on, and also, that you, yourself, may have supported such an atrocity.

I did not, will not, and shall not.

"Prayer is meaningless unless it is subversive, unless it seeks to overthrow and to ruin the pyramids of callousness, hatred, opportunism, falsehoods.
~Abraham Joshua Heschel

Today my daughter is 20

I have always labored over birthday cards, always feeling that I could do better than the words written in them and just despising the cost these days, but, I found this card, and I would compliment the writer from Hallmark --

How to Make a Beautiful Life

Reflections for a Daughter on her Birthday

Love yourself.
make peace with who you are and where you are at this moment in time.

Listen to your heart.
If you can't hear what it's saying in this noisy world, MAKE TIME for yourself. Enjoy your own company. Let your mind wander among the stars.

Try.
Take chances. MAKE MISTAKES. Life can be messy at times, but it's also full of surprises. The next rock in your path might be a stepping-stone.

Be happy. When you don't have what you want, want what you have.
MAKE DO. That's a well-kept secret of contentment.

There aren't any shortcuts to toromrrow. You have to MAKE YOUR OWN WAY. To know where you're going is only part of it.
You need to know where you've been, too.

And if you ever get lost, don't worry. The people who love you will find you. Count on it.

Life isn't days and years. It's what you do with time and with all the goodness and grace that's inside you.'

MAKE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE...
The kind of life you deserve.

Friday, February 19, 2010

No sense, some ability

Today I thought I was some kind of super gardener. I decided to transplant a geranium.

I thought I could use a very large shovel with one hand. No. I have not mastered this skill.

I dug up the geranium and with a very large shovel in right hand and geranium in left hand, I decided to dig a hole, one handed. I would not recommend this.

The shovel handle flew up in my face. And it felt like a knock out punch. I thought to myself, "Stupid is as stupid does." (Stupid)

Curious things...

My sister solved a mystery:

I had mentioned that I am reading Beyond Consequences, Logic, and Control.

My sister told me to read this book because one day, last week, and the reason I mention , last week - is because I called her right after I left my parents house because I was freaked out (again) that my father makes me so uncomfortable when he comes into, what I would consider, my personal space,

and I am thinking that this should not bother me any more. So, I shouldn't feel like I'm going to come out of my skin any more, I was thinking. So, I felt a little freaked out and even guilty, and I just knew that was weird and uncalled for at this autumn season of my life!

I mean, after all, he is just approaching me to talk (and talk and talk) and because I keep backing up or moving away, he keeps coming closer, and I become extremely uncomfortable and experience a flight or flight response.

Since I am, now, older than Jackson Browne and constantly working on becoming a better person and conquering ego and all that higher evolving stuff and trying to practice love and forgiveness, I really thought I was 'over it' with my dad (as our relationship was sharp edged and rocky.) But, I knew his story now, how he was abandoned and mixed up and confused as a child~

Anyway, so I called my sister this day - last week - and asked her, "What in the hell is wrong with me!? I know dad is trying to be kind in his old age, but I cannot stand for him to get that close to me! Why does this keep happening!?"

And she said, "Because he threw a mattress on you."

I didn't answer right away. The mattress incident is such a mystery to me, but from the eyes of a 7 year old, here is what happened:

One day I walked into my parents room, cannot remember why. My parents were doing something with the mattresses, or something like that, and I looked up to see a mattress falling on me. I began to smoother. I did not call out, and was very, very scared. I thought my father was aware of the situation and did not care that I was in it. I was afraid of him, so I fought for breath until the mattress was lifted off.

Neither of my parents acknowledged that I was under the mattress, let alone close to passing out.

The incident has perplexed me a good portion of my life and certainly did nothing to endear me to my father and left me in a state of confusion about my mother. My father has always scared me. I think I have some kind of sensitivity disorder and loud yelling at random moments directed at me for reasons I did not know, made my heart beat uncontrollably.

I realize now, he knew nothing about parenting in the emotional sense. My parents were 17 and found themselves in a situation, and dealt with it best they could.

In the book, I found information in Chapter One that addresses the memories of trauma in a child's life. I would consider the incident with the mattress, trauma.

And so what happens, apparently, is that when my father gets close to me, that memory and the others that are trauma like and as unresolved as the mattress incident, produce the feelings that make me want to back up into the wall and keep going as far away from him is I can, and it makes me feel really strange.

Just reading the information in this first chapter, turned my head in another direction. Today when I saw him, I didn't feel the fear.

That's all I can say about this right now. But, that is better than the way it was.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A book I'm reading

"Beyond Consequences, Logic, and Control",
Author Heather T. Forbes, LCSW
and B. Bryan Post, PhD, LCSW

I have read very little of the book yet. My sister has suggested it, and I was reading through the Foreward last night. It is a book that is attempting to help a parent (or person) deal with disrupted attachments.

Attachment is something that happens from the beginning moments of life in this realm. When a child is placed in our arms for our protection, something begins that will affect things forever.

More later.

Monday, February 15, 2010

I so can cook...and I found my potato peeler

On the home front ...

1. Today was a day off for me, and it kind of turned into an off day. I spent my time cleaning out one drawer in my bathroom. The top left drawer. It was a major task, of sorts, I will not lie. I think everything I own had made it's way into that one drawer.

I have this really bad habit of putting anything left over in my hand in that drawer (How fortunate to find my potato peeler!). That way, I can be sure to find whatever it was later (in another life maybe).

Only, the day had finally arrived in which the point of ~ drawer saturation ~ had been reached. (It can happen.) A coup dʼétat, one may say, as the drawer had reached its limit of tolerance for my total disregard of putting anything away, away.

My catch-all, sure safe, no-lose anything drawer was no longer able to allow me to sustain my need for the ability to identify one single item without moving and shifting and lifting just about everything in it. So, I gave up, and today I cleaned it. I dumped the contents on my bed. (And the bed collapsed.)

I filled 5 of my empty candle jars with items from aforementioned drawer. I wrote on the jars with black permanent marker to help me identify the contents at a glance. Like one say "eyes". And I drew an 'eye' on it. (I guess, just in case, it would be late at night, and I couldn't read my own writing or see what was in the jar??) I put all my contact cases, refresh tubes of eye stuff in ~ and then I was thinking, "why do I need 9 contact lens cases?" Since I did not have an answer to that question, I put the jar in the cabinet with all the eye related materials and moved on.

My favorite jar is the last one I did. I got tired of cleaning out the drawer, so I marked one the jars 'miscellaneous', threw the rest of the stuff in there, and voilà! I was done~ and reveled in my brilliance. The drawer is now mostly empty. (I am tempted to put a piece of paper with the date in it and follow up on how long it takes to fill it up again.) All jars fit perfectly in the cabinet!

2. Because I spent so much time cleaning a drawer, I didn't get to the grocery store. I really did need to go there. But I am getting really experienced at this, that is making dinner from what appears to be nothing ...as that is what it did appear to me. Here is what I had: one pound of hamburger and for my vegetarian daughter, one can of refried beans.

So. What could I add to that? I had one half an onion and one quarter of a red pepper, so I sauteed the onion and the red pepper, then added the ground beef. And since the refrigerator was so bare, I could plainly see some green salsa. (That stuff can adjust the flavor of anything to the positive for us!) After the meat was finished, I drained off all the fat, and added the green salsa.

I searched the cabinets and discovered a jar containing a cup of white rice. We stopped eating white rice a long while ago, but white rice never dies. And, an added bonus!~ I found a wayward package of enchilada sauce. Oh happy day~!

I got the rice going and divided the enchilada sauce between the beans and the meat (being careful not to mix the spoons, you know, my daughter the vegetarian?)...but I still needed something green, and I wasn't sure I could count the salsa as a vegetable.

The freezer held very few items, but I could clearly see a folded package of something in a zip lock bag and lo and behold~! Peas!!

I rinsed the peas off really, really well and sprinkled them with Nature's Seasoning and garlic powder (which I also sprinkled in the meat the the beans). As soon as the timer went off for the rice (yes, I cook with a timer, a most needed tool for me) I added the peas and let it sit for 5 minutes ...

And wow!!
What a dinner!

3. I'm ending the day rewatching Sense and Sensibility. And thinking of myself as one that may have no sense, but comes through on the ability.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Can you see the forest?

Miscellaneous stuff I need to get out of my head to make room for other stuff:

1. Sarah Palin's palm notes (or as other writers noted: Sarah's Palm Pilot). Those who love Sarah and the Republican party jumped to her defense with this type of logic:

-- remarks akin to 'doesn't everyone use palm notes, or notes'?,

--and, as far as I can tell, which really who knows how far that is, that wasn't the point of pointing out the palm notes ...

-- *I* think the point was that she was referring to President Obama as "a charismatic guy with a Teleprompter". So, in effect, she created an oxymoron. (Hilarious!)

We can look at both of these people and their prompters, albeit their palm or their teles, and study them intensely with bold headlines and front page news and read blogs which takes stances on either sides of the matter, but in the end, you have two human beans who need notes to remember what they want to say. Oh my, the humanness of it all. (Such deep discovery.)

But, what I find fascinating about myself regarding both these issues is that:
I really don't care.

2. I have been told I am a Swing Voter. I was actually hoping that had something to do with dancing. But apparently, it does not. Upon further study of this discovery, I find the term - Swing Voter - fits me finely. I am independent, and I do like to dance, and even though I try always to be kind, I really don't like to be told what to do.

To some people being a swing voter means that I am throwing my vote away. (Bless their hearts.)

To some other people it means that because there is such a thing as a swing voter, politicians play harder directing attention towards my area of concerns, meaning they try to stay to the center of whatever side they are really leaning towards, which means I am responsible for their presenting a false front of sorts, or as some term that is loosely used in areas such as these --- *lying*. (Now, I have a headache.)

I have been lectured by people, who are party dominated, boldly noting the regards of the importance of stating a case for concrete distinctions in decision making and the all importance of choosing a party plan to support. (Bullocks of a headache, now.)

I feel this type of thinking leaves nothing for a margin of error, of which there always is and this fact of life which is often ignored, does need to be considered.

So, I just go in the voting booth and boldly vote how I want. Every time. When something is so concrete, and so set in stone ...Yikes! That is just to scary! We are talking about ideas here, not statues in a park!

Politicians should not know everything about how things are going regarding who is going to vote for them; they should stay a little edgy and keep sharp, and concentrate on telling us the truth about who they are and what ideas are really in their hearts.

Swing voters make them a little nervous, as one never knows what a swing voter is going to do, -- and no politician should ever have it so easy that he/she thinks that votes will be there for them like lovely presents, all nicely wrapped under the tree on Christmas morning.

They need keep sharp and on their toes; learn to deal with the unexpected, the maybes, and the could bes and learn to think about that existing margin of error, because, it. is. out there.


3. President Obama is setting a trap for the GOP. Oh man, oh man ... this one is still rolling around in my head, but I have got to admit...there is a lot of laughter going on in that space.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The Nestle Crunch Hot Line

I just received this information from my cousin:

Call the Nestle Crunch Hotline at 1-800-295-0051. When you are asked if you want to continue in English or Spanish, just wait quietly for about 10 seconds and you will smile. Promise! Keep going and press 4. Listen to the options...then press 7.


I did press 7 as she suggested, but I suppose you could have chosen another option.

Nestle's may have truly tranformed the whole if you want to (whatever) press a number.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Bad Moon Photos

...don't say I didn't warn you. (My kingdom for a really great camera...)

I thought the moon was round. Here the moon looks like it got deflated on the side. I kind of think it looks like a heart shaped M & M.



This one looks like a heart shaped moon.



This is like a proton or a placebo or the moon squinting at me. The moon, quite possibly, could have a sense of humor. You don't know.



This one is like a jelly bean. Actually, a lot of my moon photos look like jelly beans that shine in the dark



This last one is the one that probably looks the most like the moon. But still and all, it's probably a good thing that I don't work for NASA.



These was taken January 29,2010. That night the moon was the fullest it will be for the year. If you click on this link, you'll find more interesting information including the fact that it's all an illusion.

But illusion or not, I have been fascinated with the moon since those early days of childhood when being outside at night was just about the coolest thing ever.

I find there is something stabling about the night time, and knowing we all look up in wonder of the same moon is fascinating to me. I imagine my friends going out and looking up at the moon. I've always been able to see the Man in the Moon. It's never been a problem for me.

The moon is not going to fall out of the sky. It will sit there for you to look at it for as long as you wish, you can call it any kind of cheese, and it won't get mad at you, and when it goes away, it always comes back.

I've never been disappointed by the moon. It keeps a perfect calendar and is always right on time.

This link
will give you some information about your Moon Type. You can click on it if you are not disturbed about knowing these kinds of things.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Some Much Ados about Nothing

1. How your hair looks. (Really, it's not that big of a deal. No one actually cares. Not. Really.)

2. The Tim Tebow Superbowl ad. (Geesh, all that uproar, and then Tebow tackles his Mom on national televsion? Boy, if one of my kids tackled me like that ...whoa, ;) )

3. President Obama blames President Bush, one more time. (Someone has to tell him!)

4. Brad and Angelina. (Remember Swine Flu? Killer Bees? Y2K? Well, someday you will think that way about Brad and Angelina, and you won't even have to get a shot, wear a pith helmet or roll change. It'll just happen. Trust me.)

5. Michael Moore getting a million dollar tax credit for making a movie in Michigan. (If they didn't like it, they should have watched his movie and did away with the tax credit~ 'cause that's what he said...)

6. Coffee is bad. (Coffee is necessary. I wish people would just stop ragging on coffee. I mean, seriously, if you want to do yoga and drink tea, so be it. Just stop ragging on coffee! It's been around longer than most people!!)

7. Tap water will make you something akin to unhealthy and wrinkly. (Doubtful, so, so doubtful. If you are thirsty, and no one has bottled water near by, go ahead and drink from the tap. Honestly, you will probably live. Just don't drink it from a water fountain. Yuk.)

Sunday, January 31, 2010

from "On Becoming Fearless"


"The first step to becoming fearless about our physical appearance is knowing that our fears of inadequacy are manufactured and mass-marketed. The fear-generating messages of perfection we measure ourselves against come not from Moses on the mountain-top but from the multibillion-dollar cosmetics and fashion industres whos profits are directly tied to our levels of insecurity. ***

"That's only half the story, however. We are, after all, the ones perpetuating the game of comparisons. The urge to compare, to see how we're doing relative to others, is a part of the human condition. But we can enlarge our perspective to dilute the power of our narrow, self-destructive comparisons. I know this is hard, but if we can't completely stop playing the comparison game, we can at least start changing who we compare ourselves to."


-- Aríanna Huffingtòn, "On Becoming Fearless," page 20

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I copied and pasted this from a comment on a link I misplaced. But I like what it says. I'm not sure of the exact quote because of the misspellings, so I think I'll look for the book myself and check it out, but it does seem to reflect what Arianna Huffington might say.

The young women of today, and maybe me included a little bit, are affected by what the outside world says we should be, should look like actually, and that is so wrong.

Rise above it all and be yourself.

Friday, January 29, 2010

The Moon Again



("I'll go look at the moon with you, Grandma...")

Tonight, January 29, 2010, is going to featured the hugest, largest, fullest moon of 2010.

You can link yourself anywhere to find the information, if you already didn't have it in your inbox.

Go out and take a look at the moon. Enjoy. Tomorrow, it will be waning.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

First day in Kindergarten

Way back in the day, when I was a young lass, there was no government requirement of attending kindergarten. So, I missed it. I started first grade as a five year old. Somehow I muddled through ... but today, I went to kindergarten for the very first time. (Okay, well now, that might be stretching it a bit as my oldest son was in public school kindergarten, and I did go to his class...)

I arrived at 9:15 AM. The class was in Relative Arts and were to arrive back shortly. There were 18 of them. Eighteen little heartbeats to sit at their little desks and learn all the important things they will ever know, if one is to believe some books that declare all you need to know you learned in kindergarten. And, I am volunteering to be a part of this, so I'll be on my best behavior.

While the class was getting settled, I prepared 36 pieces of a napkin type paper that can be recycled, two for each child, to be placed in front of them. These were their imaginary *math mats* with an imaginary line down the middle, of one for the purpose of working out their math problems. (One map would hold their 10 bunny shaped marshmallows, and the other would be for working out the math problems.)

I liked the idea of using manipulatives. Each child worked with ten bunnies.

Mrs. Evans, whom I met and observed last year during the time she was my youngest nephew's tutor (and is now his teacher), is an excellent teacher, in my good opinion.

In this unit of study, she wrote a math problem on the board. When she used the + sign or when she used the - sign, she reinforced what that stood for and what action was being taken. I liked that she allowed the children in her class to call out in discussion. She asked for numbers to add or subtract from, that were not higher than the number 10. The class would then work the problem with their bunnies, and call out the answer when called on. They seemed to know when to raise their hands.

I recall now, yes, it was that she instructed them to put their finger on their noses when they had the answer. I thought this was quiet a brilliant thing to do. Then, they raised their hands and she called on a student to answer. If they were incorrect, Mrs. Evans had very positive ways in her dialogue with them to keep the discussion going without telling any child something that would not keep them thinking in the round.

One other thing Mrs. Evans did during this exercise was to set up each child with a partner. She displayed a way of knowing, very quickly, whom would be a good help for whom. She called out children's names and had a few change seats, not one bit of complaining was done during this time that I recall.

The learning abilities of 18 children are going to ebb and flow. And, no one teacher, in my good opinion, can sustain them all, but if it can be done, she will find a one to try to find the best way to attempt it. She will try to hand each child the baton ~ although, I can see that some of them will not grab for it and go. The reasons for those things are yet to be known, and may very well, never be.

Today was an early release day. Which means that school is out by 12 noon.

We went right from math to journal writing. The children went back to their regular seats for this activity. The group leaders of each little table is responsible for going to a drawer unit at the each of their tables, and fetching the journal books and supplying the pencil needed. The children wait for the book to be handed to them and start writing.

At this point I was on free reign of sorts. Mrs. Evans needed to do some individual testing with each child, and I guess my being there allowed her to do that, so I walked around helping children with their entries.

I am very familiar with phonics and their sounds -- phoneme. My homeschooling background helped me with this. Helping sound out the word "vampire girl" was interesting. I did my best not to cheat and just give someone a word -- I did give one child the g and h in night, explaining the *Mr. gh* rule, because she wanted to write the word *nit* but for night to have a long i sound, then she would have to put an e at the end and have - nite - but I thought, oh well, I'll just go ahead and let her in on the secret of *Mr gh* because if she knows now then she has forgotten it, and if she doesn't know, it certainly will not hurt her to know (right?).

I continued helping the children with their spelling for their journal writing entries until it was time for recess. After recess was over, while Mrs. Evans read the children a story (and with great animation, I must say; such a fine job she did!), I cut out penguin wings for the next project which they began, but will finish later.

At the end of the day, my little nephew took my hand, and we prepared to leave the classroom together. I then remembered it would be nice to clean up the mess left after the penguin wings cuttings, so he helped me do that. He knew which recycle bin to use.

We were then walking out and he said to me, "Aunt Sasha, are you glad this day is over?" I told him that I thought it was a very fine day, and I enjoyed it very much, "How about you?" I added.

He said, "I've got so much of it still in my head, I feel like it's still going on..." He's 6. Priceless, just priceless.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Just Here For Now

I just renamed my blog. Well, I renamed *this* blog. When I first started blogging, several years ago, I didn't know at all what I was doing. I started a blog, and kind of lost it.

It was called "Just Here For Now" ...

And, all these years of blogging, I have thought that was a better name for my blog, as that is how I have always felt ~ just here for now.

I am just here for now on this planet, in this realm, because I am not going to live my forever existence where I am now.

There is to much unfinished inside me to do that. And, I am finding that I cannot move fast enough, on the outside, to match all I wish to do, on the inside.

Monday, January 25, 2010

A Poem ~ by Nathan

Two Choices...One Chance
~~by Nathan S.

You got one shot...One chance...Two choices...
Do you steal the cookie from the cookie jar?
Hoping your won't get caught?
Or do you do the right thing and wait patiently
For your mom to get home and ask permission first?
One chance...Two choices...
Do you accept the smoke from your most trusted friend,
Knowing you are not of legal age?
or do you walk away, thinking about losing a friend forever?
One chance...Two choices...
Do you steal your very own parents' money,
Knowing you can't pay them back?
One chance...Two choices...
do you smoke the marijuana,
Hoping the cops won't catch you?
or do you turn down your so-called friends?
One chance...Two choices...
So there you go - What is your choice?

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My nephew's poem has been selected in a Creative Communication Poetry competition. He's in the 8th grade. Our family is very proud of him.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Doing?

When one is doing dishes,
and talking on the phone,
and cleaning the stove,
and then
closes the oven door
on ones' little pinky finger,
one does have to wonder,
just what the
*hey*
one is really doing?

Friday, January 22, 2010

Stories that can silence you

I recently found this blog -- 6 year med -- and this post, All of My Days, was the first I read. I fell speechless. My eyes welled with tears. My heart swelled and a new kind of silence fell upon me.

The lady who parked the wrong way

Why is it, that when one decides that one should work on a part of their character,
The part that involves not letting stupid things people do bother you,
A lady decides to park the wrong way in the pick up lane at the Extended Day Program?
She had out of town license plates.
I figured she didn't know the rules.
But, the traffic got really piled up on the one way we all had to go
And, she still didn't even look up to see
What a mess she was causing.
And, I,
I looked at her.
Two or three times,
Actually, and I thought of rolling down my window
And declaring, even nicely, the wrongness of it all.
But, I said, to me, "You Idiot,
This is your challenge.
This is the *thing* --
Let it go."
It took me longer than I would have wished it would.
And, still it is probably not gone,
Because,
What am I doing now?
Posting about it.
So, Maybe she wasn't even real.
Maybe nobody saw her but me.
But, here I am thinking about the lady
with the out of town license plates
who parked the wrong way in the
One Way Pick Up Line...
I lose.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Focus, Grasshopper, Focus

What does one think when one cannot see the skillet because it is upside down?

There is much to learn here, grasshopper.