Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sorry for the intense blur. Wrong setting on the purse ca, apparently. Here are CollegeBoy and Mindy, who were *such* good sports to play with grandson, Caleb for almost 2 hours--hiding eggs and fake wrestling in the yard. It was great fun. :D
The Easter Feast ready to go. CollegeGirl sent the bouquet (and made it, by the way) and had no idea the color scheme of my table. Isn't it perfect?
Beautiful!!! Asiatic Lilies and Tulips. Gorgeous.
I haven't been "feeling" the blog as much lately, thus the abhorrent lack of posting a photo/entry per day. I do not know what is up that, I only know I am not interested now.
So, I have some photos I will share. And some thoughts. But the 'pressure' of the 365 thingie was just not working for me anymore.
So, I look forward to a more leisurely pace, without the guilt of missing a day (or two--or 12!--haha). Fair enough? Good.
Thanks to anyone who continues to pop over here to check the site (that means you, Sweet Delores). :)
Sunday, April 17, 2011
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half. And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
I had tuna Salad with many added veggies on some organic nut and raisin bread with raspberry tea. This was my lunch. It was fabulous.
Here is CollegeGirl's lunch. She chose peach tea, spinach quiche and cheesy soup.
After this, we even had dessert (which was also amazing).
Shopping and a trip to the beauty salon rounded out a perfect afternoon. What a treat. <3
I promised the hubs we would only stay an hour in town, exploring shops and I kept my word. We didn't buy anything, either. lol
We have seen Mama and Daddy bring home fish, rats, rabbits, etc., to feed their brood and then feed little bits to them. Schools have been following along and I think the site has been featured on some national morning shows.
Such a cool thing technology is, huh? How could we all have ever seen such miracles before the camera was placed? The camera runs 24/7, 7 days a week and is pure magic. Hatched in Iowa.
She was reportedly "not herself" with the groomer because of it. She will not likely forget, any time soon, the injustices she perceives and remembers.
Poor furry baby. She has had such a hard life for a little dog.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Why is it empty? Because I am boring.
Why am I boring? Because I am uninspired.
Why am I uninspired? Because I am empty.
Now, I think we're onto something ...
::leaves to ponder her serendipitous profundity::