Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Well, Sayre is an orange. I thought I might be an orange, but I'm not. I am a banana. A banana.
|You Are a Banana|
You are mellow, easy going, and a total softie on the inside.
People find it really easy to get along with you. You suit most tastes.
And while you're very sweet, you're not boring or ordinary.
You have an attraction to the exotic, and you could show up anywhere... doing almost anything!
You are spirited, energetic, and a total kick to be around.
You're also quite funny. Your sense of humor is on the goofy side, and it fits you well.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thanks, Meg, I had nothing else to write today, so you saved me.
Rules: (1) Link to the person that tagged you. (2) Post the rules on your blog. (3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (5) Let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their site.
- I shower and wash my hair, then bathe, every day. I use tons of bubbles, lots of bath oil and read in the tub.
- I am occasionally joined IN the tub by either Holly or Buddy. This necessitates another shower.
- I drink at least 8 cups of coffee a day.
- I cannot eat shrimp. I buy shrimp, I cook shrimp, I look at people enjoying shrimp, I think I should enjoy shrimp, I put one in my mouth and I gag.
- I leave a book every where that I might conceivably spend any time. There is a book by the toilet (TMI, huh?), at least one by the bed, one by the computer, one by the couch, one in the car.
- If I am running errands, I cannot go backwards. I will reschedule something for another day but I cannot go backwards. OK, I could, but I choose not to.
I am going to tag anyone who wants to play or who has vowed to try and post every day and needs a topic. Just let me know and I will list you and link to you.
PS: The title of this post is an obscure reference to my daughter's post on the same subject.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Hubby's side. The music is mine (the CD player is on his side) and the jumble of cords and God knows what is his.
This is my side. The 4 books I am reading, the stupid inserts from magazines I have read, lotion, tissues, nail clippers, nail smoothers, bandaids and a dragolin bank that my sweetheart bought me at a street fair in Minden, NV when we were first married, a long, long time ago when dragons and unicorns played together.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Our town's population is somewhere right around 15,000. Our feedyards' population is somewhere right around 1,500,000.
Our high school teams are named after cattle - the official name is the Whitefaces.
Our movie theatre is named (sort of) after cows.
We know who we are!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Warm dishwater on a freezing day.
Pipes that are not frozen on a freezing day.
Folding laundry fresh out of the dryer on a freezing day.
A puppy sleeping on your lap on a freezing day.
The one pair of levis that is still large enough to put long johns under on a freezing day.
Being able t buy perishables at a store 30 miles away and not worry about them spoiling in the car, on a freezing day.A sink deep enough and wide enough to completely submerge my big stockpot after I have made THE Pasta on a freezing day.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I feel like a cross between Henry Higgins and Dr. Doolittle. Maybe I'm just Rex Harrison!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Here's how it goes. You are about to have your own band's CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter. It is easy and requires no thought at all.
1. Go to www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
Sequence Analysis - DNA stuff, way beyone me
2. Go to www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last 4 words of the last quotation on the page is the name of your album.
"Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live"...Margaret Fuller
3. Go to www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The 3rd picture, no matter what it is, is your cover art.
4. Use whatever program you want to put it all together into a CD cover (I actually typed album jacket and then realized that some of y'all might not know what an album is).
Publish the results. Here is mine:
So have a ball and remember to follow the rules - even you, Swampy, if you decide to do this.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
For those of you who DID post your view, link back to that post you posted a year ago, and then re-list your very first post ever. We want to see how far you've come baby! Also, if you can, post the comments you received on that post. "
That would be one of the feed yards. Home to around 1,500,000 cows.
The good news is that our house is now DOWNWIND from the feedlots! Hurray!
Have fun visiting everyone else. Vicki has listed all of us in the right hand sidebar at her place - she's so clever.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
I just finished reading this book this morning. I started it yesterday. I laughed out loud in the middle of the library where I was killing time until it was time to pick up the little man. I laughed out loud at home. I read my husband excerpts out loud.
I love Garrison Keillor. I love Prairie Home Companion, the radio show. The movie? Not so much. I love the cadence of Mr. Keillor's speech and the lovely way he strings words together. When I read something that Mr. Keillor has written, it is his voice that I hear in my head. This is generally a good thing.
Reading about "400 pounds of menopausal flesh bumping around and breathing hard" while hearing Mr. Keillor's voice in my head - slightly disturbing. OK, very disturbing. And very, very funny!
I love Lake Wobegon with it's dark Norwegian bachelors and it's dark Norwegian Lutherans and it's dark Norwegian nutcases.
I love that my ancestors went no farther north than the northeast corner of Iowa and that I am not Norwegian, nor am I Lutheran.
A very funny book.
Friday, January 18, 2008
This, obviously, is the dog's treat jar. My husband and my daughter both insist that the figurine on the top of this jar is a.....chicken! I know, I know. I married him. She's my baby. I humor both of them a lot of the time but this is a dog.
I am stubborn.
My daughter is, quite possibly, even more stubborn.
My husband? Well, she got it from somewhere, didn't she?
Anyway, here are 4 separate views of the same canister lid. I would love for you, in your comments, to identify what it is on top of the canister lid.
I'm not sure if there's a prize or not, but I would LOVE to have this argument settled.
Thanks in advance.
- there are an amazing number of good poets participating
- it is much harder to write poetry sober
- it is much harder to write poetry now that I have outgrown the angst-ridden portion of my life
- it is much harder to write poetry, now tht I am happy, that doesn't sound like a bad halllmark card
- it is much harder to write poetry
- it is much harder to write
- it is much harder
- I still love writing
Thanks, Robin. Of course, if I turn to alcohol, throw my husband out on the street, submerse myself in self-inflicted drama all in the interest of improving my poetry, I take full responsibility.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
This week I am thankful, truly and deeply thankful, for the health of my immediate family.
I am also thankful (yes, I know it was supposed to be just one) to Julie for inspiring me to give thanks to God for those things I tend to take for granted.
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January: Form~Terza Rima Theme~Beginnings OR Favorite Snack Foods (in honor of the New Year and the Super Bowl)Post poem Thursday, January 17
This month's poetry challenge was just that for me - a challenge. I am still not satisfied with this but here it is.
We began in flirtation and lust,
In laughter, with secrets chased ,
Combined satisfaction a must.
We began in selfishness and haste
With little regard for convention,
With reputation and time to waste.
All held together by tangible tension,
The unfettered joy of uncaring souls;
Thank God for divine intervention
We continue with lives made whole;
Reputations repaired, trust regained,
Each other’s love we each extol.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I should probably shut up now and just join a wordless wednesday group somewhere.
My mother has not spoken to me in 22 years. When I put a return address on cards, they are returned. I only did that once, actually. Now I don't put the address on them. In my imagination, she now opens them and reads them.
This is the same woman who is the grandma that loves my daughter unconditionally and vice versa.
Anyway, the newspaper where my mom lives is a weekly. Every Wednesday, I check the online version of Mom's paper, call my daughter and say, "It's Wednesday and your grandma's not dead."
We laugh. One of these weeks, we'll cry.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
"Your artistic expression tends to show up in flamboyant bursts. When you are feeling creative, it consumes your every thought and action. But just as quickly as the muse shows up, it leaves you and you are back to your relatively normal self."
I find this amusing. The lily is my least favorite flower, followed closely by azaleas.
Today, Julie and I were out running errands and thought we would stop by our vet's office. The new dog's previous owner used the same vet we do so we just wanted to get his last name changed so that the vet would know who to call if anyone called about him.
We walked in and greeted the clerk. She is a courteous person but not overly friendly. I have been dealing with this vet for over 5 years and I have never heard this girl laugh.
Julie explained why we were there and the clerk asked who used to own the dog. Julie gave her the person's name and the clerk laughed. She LAUGHED and said, "You've got MoJo". Julie said that yes, she did but she had changed his name to Bo. The clerk just smiled and said she would change the records.
Is it good when the vet's clerk LAUGHS when she finds out who your dog is?
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Duck stands at the top step and gives 1 bark.
Buddy stands at the top step and paws at the glass storm door.
Holly stands at the top step with her back to the door and bumps the door. She does this all the time and, about 1/2 the time, it means she wants in. The other 1/2?
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Back in the day, Bill Cosby did a hysterical bit about "Dad made us eat chocolate cake". My grandson just found Bill Cosby this summer on my limewire and loves this bit. He loves the dentist bit better but that's a different story. If you have never seen this bit, here is a link:
Bill Cosby - Chocolate Cake
So, this morning, we all woke up. Shorty doesn't have to work today, Charlie was here 'cause his mom worked last night and I was here because I am always here.
Someone asked what was for breakfast and I, mother of the year, grandmother of the century, wife par excellence said, "Chocolate cake!"
To quote my daughter, when she learned of the chocolate cake (she got here in time to eat her share) said that her mother was definitely not the same person as her son's grandmother.
And so it goes.