Ok women, you all know what this means. I have to say that I do not understand why men miss all the time. Nor can I understand why they do not clean up after themselves when they do miss. I once had a rule that I would not clean up after the males in my house until the day I started missing. Not a good rule. They apparently don't care that there is dried pee everywhere. The bathroom was so gross I couldn't go in it. Any suggestions?
Thank you for your patience with me. I had to vent this one somewhere.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Humanity at the State Fair
We went to the Iowa State Fair this weekend. Its another world and I could not wait to go. My husband was the Honorary Chef at the IA Pork Association tent! I studied the program for the day and found three things I just had to see: chicken washing and blow drying demonstration, barbed wire sculpting, and chainsaw art. Tell me, who can miss these wonders?
But once we got there I was more intrigued by the people I saw at the fair. I grew up in a dairy community so most of my friends were 4H'ers and would show at the New York State Fair. Through high school I would go to the fair because I was in the marching band. As I wandered the animal barns at the IA State Fair I was transported back to those days. I loved seeing the teenage kids next to their prized pig or cow, their cots set up next to them so they could take care of them through the night. The dedication was inspiring to me when I was a teenager and I felt that respect for them again. I suddenly wanted my son to raise a cow so he too would learn the lessons that could only be learned by this experience.
I was at the barns too long and missed the barbed wire sculpting and chain saw art. But I did see the chicken washing and blow drying! A new thing for me! They chickens loved it! They remained quiet and clam and only started to fuss when it was over. Who knew? Maybe this is why chickens cross the road?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Barney to Britney
When my daughter was little she loved the typical things for her age group. She is now 19 so Barney was a favorite. I didn't mind Barney. I didn't have the strong negative reaction to him that so many adults did. Besides, how could I dislike anything that gave her joy and me a few minutes of peace? As she grew up she also grew out of Barney and developed different music choices. One day I was looking through her CD's and found a Barney music CD next to a Britney Spears music CD! And at that moment I wondered how did we go from Barney to Britney?
Well, in this week's mail I had my own Barney to Britney moment. I love People magazine. I have had subscriptions in the past and would have one now except it just ran out and I know my son (who is 8) will have to sell magazine subscriptions this fall so I am waiting to sign up then. But in the last few months I have not enjoyed the magazine as much. I only know who half the celebrities they report on are, I don't watch most of the shows these people are on, and I think the "who wore it better" section is just plain mean (I mean really, this week they even did it comparing children! How awful!). So, I am drifting away from People magazine much like my daughter drifted away from Barney.
Then this week a magazine came in the mail. It had my favorite musician on the cover, the articles listed on the cover were very interesting and I knew who most of the people they mentioned were. Imagine my horror when I discovered the magazine was AARP! So I had my own Barney to Britney moment. My guess is Bruce Springsteen never imagined that he would one day go from being on the cover of the Rolling Stone to the cover of AARP just as I never thought I would move from enjoying People magazine to enjoying AARP as much. Time marches forward. I wonder what it will be like for my daughter when Barney and Britney make their own AARP covers?
And as I ponder all of this I start remembering Al Stewart's song Time Passages so I leave you with that.
It was late in December,
the sky turned to snow
All 'round the day was going down slow
Night like a river,
beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go drifting into
time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight.
Well, I'm not the kind
to live in the past
the years run too short, and the days too fast
The things you lean on are the things that don't last
well its just now and then, my line gets cast into these
time passages
There's something back there that you left behind
oh time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don't know why you should feel
that there's something to learn
it's just a game that you play.
Well, the picture is changing now you're part of the crowd
they're laughing at something and the music's loud
a girl comes toward you, you once used to know
you reach out your hand, but you're all alone in those
time passages
I know you're in there,
you're just out of sight,
oh time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Well, in this week's mail I had my own Barney to Britney moment. I love People magazine. I have had subscriptions in the past and would have one now except it just ran out and I know my son (who is 8) will have to sell magazine subscriptions this fall so I am waiting to sign up then. But in the last few months I have not enjoyed the magazine as much. I only know who half the celebrities they report on are, I don't watch most of the shows these people are on, and I think the "who wore it better" section is just plain mean (I mean really, this week they even did it comparing children! How awful!). So, I am drifting away from People magazine much like my daughter drifted away from Barney.
Then this week a magazine came in the mail. It had my favorite musician on the cover, the articles listed on the cover were very interesting and I knew who most of the people they mentioned were. Imagine my horror when I discovered the magazine was AARP! So I had my own Barney to Britney moment. My guess is Bruce Springsteen never imagined that he would one day go from being on the cover of the Rolling Stone to the cover of AARP just as I never thought I would move from enjoying People magazine to enjoying AARP as much. Time marches forward. I wonder what it will be like for my daughter when Barney and Britney make their own AARP covers?
And as I ponder all of this I start remembering Al Stewart's song Time Passages so I leave you with that.
It was late in December,
the sky turned to snow
All 'round the day was going down slow
Night like a river,
beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go drifting into
time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight.
Well, I'm not the kind
to live in the past
the years run too short, and the days too fast
The things you lean on are the things that don't last
well its just now and then, my line gets cast into these
time passages
There's something back there that you left behind
oh time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don't know why you should feel
that there's something to learn
it's just a game that you play.
Well, the picture is changing now you're part of the crowd
they're laughing at something and the music's loud
a girl comes toward you, you once used to know
you reach out your hand, but you're all alone in those
time passages
I know you're in there,
you're just out of sight,
oh time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Getting Started
I am taking the time to start this blog today. I have followed the blogs of friends and seen how wonderful it is to be able to express yourself in a community of people who "get it". It is a little scary but here goes.
As I was setting up my profile I went hunting for a picture of me. It was then I realized, I have no decent pictures of just me. As I went through the digital archive there are pictures of me with people that are good. But the ones of me alone are not good. Not being judgmental here, they are not focused, or I am in the middle of eating, or half asleep on the couch. I could go into all kinds of deep meanings behind this (cuz I already have you know). But there is no deep meaning. I better get some decent pics of myself cuz I sure don't want my kids to look back at a half asleep, mother who hoovers food and is out of focus!
Then I found this picture from 12 years ago. An old one that was scanned. It is, and always has been, my most favorite picture. My best friend in the whole wide world (BFWWW) took it. SHE took a decent picture of me. She captured everything, my daughter's essence, how I want to always be support for her, the joy in my heart I feel when I am with the ones I love.
I guess there is deep meaning. I'll save that for another day.
As I was setting up my profile I went hunting for a picture of me. It was then I realized, I have no decent pictures of just me. As I went through the digital archive there are pictures of me with people that are good. But the ones of me alone are not good. Not being judgmental here, they are not focused, or I am in the middle of eating, or half asleep on the couch. I could go into all kinds of deep meanings behind this (cuz I already have you know). But there is no deep meaning. I better get some decent pics of myself cuz I sure don't want my kids to look back at a half asleep, mother who hoovers food and is out of focus!
Then I found this picture from 12 years ago. An old one that was scanned. It is, and always has been, my most favorite picture. My best friend in the whole wide world (BFWWW) took it. SHE took a decent picture of me. She captured everything, my daughter's essence, how I want to always be support for her, the joy in my heart I feel when I am with the ones I love.
I guess there is deep meaning. I'll save that for another day.
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