Because I just got 2 mood rings - some swag from PBS at BlogHer ‘08 - and they are NEVER the same color.
Just wondering…
photo courtesy of… my iPhone :)
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Contrary to popular belief, I seldom find that I get to explore the feeling/condition/sensation of “feeling bored”. In fact, of all the feelings I experience as a woman who has had her saliva tested and is certifiably hormonally imbalanced… the condition of “boredom” is prolly the one condition I suffer from the least not at all. But I have found that you don’t have to be bored to spend lots and lots of time on mindless entertainment and visual stimulation. Jen, Lisa… shutup. I believe The Professionals have labeled it “denial”.
I visited Does This Blog make Us Look Fat?, and found a fun, new time waster obsession! Wordle.net. Ya go there. Then ya plug in your URL or type in a bunch of text. Then it throws the words together. Then you can play with fonts and colors and…
Ooooh….shiny….
Oh, sorry. I just got distracted by another Wordle… I think YOU should make a Wordle. Wow… look at all the pretty colors… Look, I just did another. The one above was created from plugging in my URL. For the one below I copied the text from one of my posts about my son:
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the other day… To the 2-4 year old class. There were 10 of Them. Ten. My chest hurts thinking about it.
I got my degree in Social Studies. I received a teaching credential to teach at the secondary level. I actually taught high school for a whole year. I decided to teach youth because I was afraid of little people. I was afraid of - Yard. Duty. If I wanted to be a bouncer, I’d have worked at a bar.
You know what I think? I think pubescent lunacy is tame compared to… to… Preschoolers. In. Sunday. School. I’m quivering.
How the hockey sticks does classroom management work in Sunday School? Can you give a detention to a 2 year old in Sunday School? Not so mauch. Where’s the principal? Back up! I need back up!
I have been a bit superficial lately, what with dancing and general silliness and all. I know. Sometimes, digging into the emotional recesses of oneself can… well… can be not so much fun. I abhor conflict and find that I dodge stress like a pro-dodgeball playa. I think I may have been blog-living this credo: “If I don’t write it, I don’t have to deal with the crap.” *Ahem* Avoidance therapy, anyone? Apparently, avoidance ain’t no free ticket outta “Gotta Deal With It Land”.
Take for example, religion… I am a Christian. Did you know that? How far do I go into my relationship with God before this social platform blows up in my face… I’ve read comments on other blogs, and my physical heart doesn’t not take too kindly to what some people think is OK to say.
How about politics? I know I will be sitting in the nosebleed section of this arena when it comes to my blog home. “Oh Great - 2008″. Ugh. I will tell you this - not only am I a Christian, I am a Republican. I know - summa ya’lls skin is crawling. You don’t have to tell me that though :)
Death and Life. There have been significant losses in this last year, and I just can’t seem to get it out right here. I think it bothers some who know about these losses… How can she be so silly? How can she be so light-hearted?
I don’t know how to answer that. I am a SAHM with 3 young children… life and pressure and expectations abound… demands pull at me nearly minute by minute - however small, they are constant. CONSTANT. Laughter and light-heartedness are hard to come by if I don’t create it… make space and shove it in.
Where on earth am I going with this? I have no idea. I hesitate to get religious because of the controversy. I hesitate to get political for the same reason. I hesitate to write my grocery list because I don’t even want to look at that boring compilation of letters. Do ya’ll REALLY want to read about our doctors visit, and how many minutes it took to get from “Point A” to “Point B”, and how my hair got flat in the drizzle, and how I changed a diaper at 2 p.m.? That’s why the internet created Twitter…
It has come to my attention that certain reader circles want more… some want less… some want different. It has come to my attention I have let myself stay under the covers and it seems some of me has changed. Actually, I believe the focus for this blog has changed, and I hope it always will. It’s organic that way. It is about life. It (this blog) ages as I age, as my children age… Changes just like the seasons… except I’m pretty sure my blog changes won’t fit in perfect 3 month cycles. Maybe more like 28 day cycles… haha… humor…
For me, the beauty of blogging is the process. Redefining. Reshaping. Discovering… one’s style, one’s passions, one’s fears, one’s insecurities, one’s strengths. In this process we get to meet others who can encourage, and hopefully we get to be the ones TO encourage. We grow - and watch others grow. I am growing. I am changing. I want to hold back, but maybe I need to let go…
Gah. I’m too tired for this.
I sit inside - cramming down a chocolate chip cookie after dinner.
It is second-rate, at best, but I eat it anyway.
I eat it as an act of comfort, and act of escape… an act of sanity.
My knees touch as my feet are placed wide apart.
I feel vunerable… like a knobby kneed child…
‘xceptin’ the fact there ain’t nothing knobby about these knees.
My shoulders are hunched…
Kids - The Whole World; Mom - 0
From my seat on the step stool I see: Continue reading ‘Pantry Moments’
If you notice some strange things around my place, it’s because my site was tenderly migrated to a more stable server. While this is a very good thing… the htmlsesses and suchesses are a wee bit skewed. Kinda like the thoughts in my head. Please be patient - Oh the minions of fans who hang on to my every triple period pause… and striked-through self-obsessed secret thoughts…
Now for the “Such”…
I so want to gossip right now… Continue reading ‘Migrations and Such’
Happy St. Patty’s Day! Have you been given the gift of eloquence? Perhaps you are known for your flattering tongue… or your clever wit. If so, it may be you’ve been making out with the Blarney Stone. Mwah!
I’m wearing that thar shirt today. That person in that shirt - it’s me. You can’t pinch me! Nee-ner.
I like that word, “Blarney”. Don’t you like saying that word? I think it’s because of the way it rrrrolls off the tongue… especially with a pint of Irish lager coursing thorough yer blood stream. Aye. Do the Irish say, “Aye”? If they don’t, they should.
I’m part Irish. I can TOTALLY say, “Kiss me, I’m Irish”. But I don’t, ’cause I don’t usually invite kisses… unless I am tenderly holding a picture of the Blarney Stone. BUT, if ya ever want to say “Kiss me, I’m Irish.” IN Irish, go here. Aye. Maybe I’m confusing the Irish (my peeps) with Pirates. Arghh.
Lookie here! My daughter, Olivia, found a four-leaf clover yesterday. Lucky! She’s 5. I’m 35. I’ve NEVER found a four-leafer! However, I have been stung by a bee looking for one. It would seem the “Luck of the Irish” did not make it all the way to me. It would seem my ancestor’s kept it all for themselves.
I probably came from Leprechauns.
How cruel! I remember it like it was yesterday… Cute little Leprechaun part-Irish Jenny, looking for a lucky Shamrock… looking intently on skinned little Leprechaun part-Irish knees… and BZZZZZZZZT! Poor thing. Luck shcmuck. Look… now I’m Yiddish.
Let’s close with an Irish Prayer.
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
Go Green!
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My friend Casey left today. She’s the one in the center - I’m on the left and Lisa (of The Blozulfog) is on the right. Casey is moving to Arizona, along with her hubs and 2 kiddos. Her daughter is one of my daughter’s dearest friends, and our boys are really great buddies too. We said our “real” goodbye last night. I felt like vomiting a few times. I came home and completely crashed. Continue reading ‘Buh-Bye’
settled into my soul. I saw the flowers from across the store and realized they weren’t Valentine flowers! Just spring… Yay! Another holiday gone. Pressure - poof! Met/unmet expectation - poof! Another something to spend money on - poof! Ah, the goodness of nothing. I love “nothing”.
And then. And then… I rounded the check stand. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! In my celebration of nothing, I forgot the something just ahead. Continue reading ‘A wave of relief’
What was Arby’s sauce-naming department thinking? “Bronco Berry Sauce”… Fa. Stinkin’. Real.
Any guesses? Methinks they might have been under influence of some other kind of “sauce”… Say, like… “It’s 5 o’clock Somewhere Sauce”. Perhaps…
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