Thursday, October 30, 2008
I perused a site without purpose. This person was a total stranger, with no affinity to me, no club in common, no kid in common, no agenda or cause in common. Just a complete stranger who happened to surf to the top on a google search for a product.
From this glimpse of her life, I found myself enjoying her writing, her joy in life with her baby and freakily, I found commonality... I also recognized someone in one of her photos as my first cousin once removed and now, now, I remember, I know her. From my past, from one of my distant moves, I remember. The rush of memories will give me happy thoughts all day.
That's what's nice about blogstalk.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Every year I made a goal that I will not overdo the halloween thing, but every year there I go again... if I had a scanner, I'd show you. I am addicted to the drama and craze of creating Halloween costumes. It's always been a three month long plan and revision until we have the best costumes ever!!!!
Handmade!! Personally designed and created!
Aidan was once a gargoyle... no kidding, with wings. I wish I had a scanner--you would see.
And again this year, I am again, struggling with the natural me to rise above the best myself that I have been striving for over and over.
I think I've done it!
THE 2008 halloween costume for Aidan In... get it?
I'm living now in bluegrass country and love the new version I heard done by HA ! THE DOWNING FAMILY>>>>>>>>>>> I'll have to call my brain and ask her (I keep an off site version that I call to reference when my brain leaves me.) I REMEMBERED WITHOUT THE BRAIN.
thedowningfamily.net/products.htm (I also recommend Jesus is coming soon).
Anyway, this is the best is the best I've seen on youtube thus far. (Thanks Lisa)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
"Thank the Lord that yours are not Normal"
That's the sign that I have pasted by post-in on the mirror in my bathroom. I was reminded the other night when I was bemoaning my life and the burden of childrearing to my daughter. She emphasized this truth.
"Mom, what would a typical 16 year old be doing right now? If he were a "good" and relatively easy specimen, he would be roaring by in his car, and talking on the telephone to what's-her-name and planning the next big social shindig this weekend, and heaven help you if he were a "normal one!"
"Your son is in his room frantically working on his Eagle project so you will make him his Legend of Zelda costume by Halloween." "You go right now and just praise the Lord that none of your children thus far have been anywhere near normal."
And she's right, normal would be a lot harder.
And as a side note, when one prays, mini-miracles do happen. No pattern, no fitting, no muss, no fuss, one hour and voila, we have Link, from his boots to his hood. I'm blessed all the way around.
The family spent this weekend enjoying the cool weather and making the tulsa run. The boys ran the fun run, got the t'shirt and pretended that there were actual health benefits in candy (eating far more than their share of the End-of-race offerings.)
We're becoming Tulsans, beer and candybars instead of yogurt, fruit and gatoraid are no longer weirdness at the end of a long race.
I wish they had gotten a photo of me, huddled in the sunlight, layered and freezing, fighting a bug that stuck and sucked all the life from me. BUT I WAS THERE!
- Speak with love and show patience, understanding and compassion to those with differing viewpoints.
- Do not be deterred or coerced into silence by intimidation from opponents, insist that churches and their members be able to speak out on issues without retaliation.
- Insist on the freedom to preach the doctrines of faith.
- Be wise in political participation, remaining respectful of those who do not share their religious beliefs and contributing to reasonable discussion.
- Be careful to never support or act on the idea that a person must subscribe to a specific set of religious beliefs in order to qualify for public office
Monday, October 20, 2008
Men working on the house is very tranqualizing. I'm happily serene that it's not me 50 feet up on a 45 degree slope, and grateful as they climb the ladder with heavy loads that my quads aren't directly involved.
But sometimes I wonder if it's more calming to do the work, rather than think about it. Irony is having the roof shingled with 50 year rated asphalts, when you know Oklahoma weather will toast them in 10. If they aren't busted up by hail or torn off by a tornado, then I'm sure the heat or varmits will do them in. From what I hear, I should feel lucky that my thirty-year shakes lasted ten.
I guess I should be figuring this into the insurance bill. Let's see twenty grand divided by...Yuck! Math--more thinking!
I'm not pitying the insurance company, they upped the car insurance $800 because my teen had a (not her fault) wreck that totaled the car. Silly me, thought I was paying insurance for such an event! They do have a responsiblity to their stockholders...after all.
As a mere customer, we should just plan for those eventualities--good planning means good insurance, I'm reminded.
And it's okay that the roofers smashed a solartube, because they assure me that it's covered by insurance.
Wonder how much that's gonna cost?
And this is what results when the yearning wins and Dave watches the men on the roof too long. Our own ladder, our own death-defying stunts. Spare me!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
In lieu of the college daughters skilled wrapping, there was this. Hey, it worked.
Just what he wanted! The means by which he can finish another of my projects long begun. I sense some chagrin in the happy expression. Thanks so much for nothing, honey.
Monday, October 13, 2008
It’s a whole new world out there. Parents no longer have to spend time frequenting small-town coffee shops or calling their neighbors to keep tabs on their children, they just climb up their child’s wall. It takes a little more brain power, but difficult has always been inherent to parenting and we can best this challenge. (The hacking services of the tattle-tale tween sibling can be bought cheap.)
Teens have always felt impervious to everything and that hasn’t changed. They are the untouchables, invincible and indestructible like Superman, and like that superhero, they are most vulnerable to the patently obvious. I hear stories of teen after teen who have been shutdown, cut off, timed out—deleted for infractions that they, themselves memorialized for posterity on their personal wall space. (FYI, Underage biting of beer cans online will get your wall deleted and you grounded until the warmth of spring comes.)
Parents have the ace in the hole, the kryptonite, a one-up on the teen game. This is something teens can never wrap their minds around, something they can never hope to understand, because it cuts right to the heart and cannot be circumvented. We were once them and that means they can't win.
However, they are not left totally bereft, without hope or abandoned, we offer them the same tools our parents offered us—the best was a gift of advice, “Choose your friends wisely.” (Smart friends don’t post photos of friend’s transgressions or discuss last night’s illegal party antics online to invite peer review.)
Such is the power of the net to teach lessons. This generation has redefined the basic right of privacy as they revel in public forum of their lives. They offer it up to be previewed by the masses. Now, every public place is monitored and every act in schools, malls, and offices is scrutinized and it’s a great preparer for the future.
Worry not about what your parents find out on your wall, but what your employer knows about your eclectic collections and choice in bath fixtures.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Have you ever read the book As I lay Dying by William Faulkner? Yeah, Faulkner, the great literary giant. Get it sometime from the library to peruse, if to do nothing more than open your eyes about the books that college bound high schoolers are required to read.
It's written in the vernacular of 1930's back woodsese. I think it was such a literary success because persons who wrote literature back then could not imagine a literarri, literariarian, literachi (a writer) who was educated could create such an indiscipherable dialogue in four differing voices of hick.
I wrote like that long before anyone thought it was cool and I did it without even trying! This book is even more backwoods hick than I am, and it's written without commas, periods or even subject and predicates in sentences. I thought the lingo was character driven, (total and complete idiot) but in his next book I reviewed, (The Bear) Faulkner wrote the same--and it's a bear.
The back cover gives the clue that it's about the trek of a family who wants their beloved mother to be buried in another county, but they have to wait... first for her to die and then to ride across country with the ever-ripening corpse. It's all about their comedic antics.
Maybe? But, I couldn't understand even one page. It's sad and I'm heartbroken that it's so apparent that I am so obviously not a college bound individual.
----------------------the real meat of the story-------------------------------
I'm not feeling well, so that book came to mind.. (but, not that sick) and it's time to go to Utah for our annual marathon. I traditionally put in a marathon right before we go, cleaning, cooking, packing, and arranging, etc... I try to make it easier by keeping a record (jottings) of what I did last year so I can just make revisions, reprint, then reprimand and reprove the children for what happened last year in my absence.
I looked back to my 2004 blog and I was sick that night before too and here is the will I wrote in Faulkner note format:
"the real reazn I'm ritin, 'ncase thes is ma laest pistle... keep'n treazur dalways... it'd be albout potties but it seems that rottin' corpses are beder subjecs...
If us two, (Dave and I) perish, (Oun't think I'm at sick, but Aidan is and last minute I'm a trian to arrange alternate rangemnts for im.) (Dia's insulted ta think she'd stay to tend... (“In't it illegal fer yer kid to do that,” she asks?) I swear, I didn't birth that one.
If we perish, not by illness, but by plane crash, (“ats not a bad way to go overall”...said Grandma Hansen),
...thays a will in ma drawrer here in OK. It's a holographic... at maens riten n signed by hand (complete b.s., but these are legal in OK., because so many of us are kicking off and being hauled cross country to be buried by total inane idiots who can't speak or write legibly...)
aaneeyway, just sos ya know.
And you thought I wasn't a great writer. After this epistle, judging purely by the inane writing style, doesn't it make you think Faulkner?
It's midnight and seminary starts at 5 at my house, so I'll be going now.
By the way, does anyone know where my black bag is with the brown stripe that I take everywhere on every vacation with me? It's lost. I can't begin to pack without it.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Me, Terina, I said that first.