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One of our neighbors to the north has set up a blog called “Every Day Woman Hall of Fame.” She is inviting each of us to send her a list of the women in our lives that we believe deserve a place in SOME hall of fame–even if it’s just in our own hearts and minds.
My list has already been posted as I was the first one to reply. . .but Sandy would love to have your lists as well. See link below. . .haven’t learned how to do the fancy underlined “here” thing yet–still workin’ on that.
I am from attic fans, from fresh mown hay and fresh tilled earth and fresh shucked corn, from shelling peas and cutting weeds off the hotwire and dirt clod fights.
I am from an acre of land in Grandaddy’s pasture, from Nanny’s plum trees, from “I’ll be riiiiiiiiiight back” and goin’ to town.
I am from the woods beside the house, sycamores and sweet gums, from persimmons and figs and pecans, from Black-Eyed Susans on the side of the road, from jonquils picked in bare feet and wild onions eaten dirty.
I am from the paper mill and a fillin’ station, from Daddy’s boat, from duck feathers, fish scales, deer hides, and squirrel clothes, from gardens and horse sweat and cows.
I am from Johnson and Watts, Bawcom and Williamson, from Ashley County and Trafalgar, from Morehouse Parish and 3rd Ward.
From “be sweet” and “hug your neck.”
I am from Rock of Ages and This Little Light of Mine, from gospel meetings and dinner on the grounds, from deviled eggs dressed up with paprika and lemon cake on Granny’s white plate.
I am from cornbread and crowder peas for supper, canned peaches and Coca Cola when you’re sick, from MerRouge icecream after church and Momma’s soup.
I am from HeeHaw and Gunsmoke on Saturday afternoon, from Dippity Do and pink sponge rollers on Saturday night.
I am from Rose Milk and Oil of Olay, from coffee grounds and yellow rice, from Redman tobacco and gasoline on PaPaw’s shirt.
I am from footballs games in the Louisiana autumn, from cicada songs and moonlight coming in my window while I dreamed of somewhere else.
I am from dragonflies over the pond and hot tar on a gravel road, from belonging and home, no matter what.
Evidently this is a craze that is sweeping the blogger world. . .just found that out through investicagation. . .
but here’s the template
http://www.fragmentsfromfloyd.com/archives/2005_02.html#003144
and the original
http://www.carts.org/staff_poem2.html
should you care to do your own. . .and please share them with me if you do.
According to this website http://www.blogthings.com/ I:
have a Sanguine personality
am a gooey caramel crunch donut
am 70% average American (lost 30% because I don’t drink)
should live in Dublin
was an All American kid in high school
was a giraffe in a former life
should be a member of a rock band called The Republican Bunnies
have a heart that is pink (this is the MAIN one I find to be correct)
should have violet eyes (they’re green–that explains it. . .)
should strip to a Depeche Mode song (should I decide to strip for someone)
AND. . .
my sexy Brazilian name is Joelma Pires (very sexy)
my French name is Jossette Lois (I could handle Jossette)
my 1920’s name is Lurline Bonita (even worse than Joelma)
my Japanese name is Nayoko Susaki (the Japanese wouldn’t have me)
Who knew. . .
That’s “my-noot”. . .not “mi-net.” We have been laid low. . .atleast Tony and the boy have been. Thad got sick very early Thursday morning. . .2:30 to be exact. Tummy bug–I’ll spare you the details. . .he’s still not quite himself. And low and behold if his Daddy didn’t get hit by the same minute bacteria this afternoon about 3:00. It’s not food poisoning. . .and it’s also not righting itself within 24 hours. It is some teeny, weeny, tiny, microscopic assailant, and it has done it’s job well. . .
How the mighty and energetic have fallen. . .I’m sprayin’ the Lysol, washin’ my hands, and hopin’ I’m not next. If I am, it’s every man, woman, and child for themselves. Say a little prayer for Victoria too.
*WARNING. . .THIS IS A POST ABOUT A POLITICAL ISSUE THAT IS ABOUT TO BE VOTED ON IN CONGRESS. . .IF YOU DON’T DO POLITICS–GO BACK AND LOOK AT THE KIDS ONE MORE TIME. IF YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF NEEDING HEALTH INSURANCE A LOT, READ ON.*
I’m really not an ultra-political person. . .I’d much rather the lawmakers, congressmen, senators, and elected officials do their jobs and let me do mine, but the politicians are at it again. And pardon me if you either are a politician or are related to one in any way, shape, or form. My sister is a doctor–a chiropractor– and just got home from a meeting in Lousiana that was chock full of medical and chiropractic physicians alike regarding the following:
There is a federal bill effecting every state (so for my two Arkansas readers, this goes for you too) in congress that is about small business insurance benefits. It looks nice and fluffy from the outside, but as always, on the inside there’s a little rotten core. They just keep on hiding those GREAT BIG issues behind good looking outsides. It will be voted on as soon as the immigration bill is decided. . .which could be as soon as next week.
The bill is S1955, and it looks really good. . .allowing small business owners to provide benefits for their employees at reasonable prices, etc. until you find out that it will do away with any control the state has over requiring insurance companies to pay for anything. What that means is–your rates can go up because you’re over 55 or because you’re of child bearing age or because you need to lose 20 pounds or because you have a family history of high blood pressure even though you are perfectly healthy 35 year old. . .it could do away with paying for maintenance things like mammograms, colorecetal exams, pap smears, well baby visits, vaccines, diabetic supplies, and the like. If this sounds a little like the stone age–welcome to it. Right now, as bad as your insurance costs may be, the state still requires them to pay for certain things we consider necessities–like small pox vaccines–but this would give all control to the federal government and make it against the law for any state to require anything of any insurance company.
So–just like our ridiculous education bills here in Texas (don’t even get me started) they are hiding a pill in the pudding.
If you feel the necessity to do so, contact your congressman and tell him to vote AGAINST S1955. . .From our own congressmen in Texas, they have said they really don’t read e-mails–they do answer their phones. . .and I’ve heard they HATE faxes–so I’d fax ‘em just to be on the safe side.
*HOPEFULLY THIS IS THE BEGINNING and END OF POLITICAL TOPICS ON THIS BLOG. WHEW!!!*
Well, here is my first attempt at putting photos on the blog. . .the photo option on our video camera is a little grainy, so what you see is what you get. . .we don’t own a digital camera yet.
I am getting ready to post photos of the Mommy/Daughter soiree, so I thought I’d practice with some we already have. . .
Behold–the kiddos in their wedding finery back in January.
The boy. . .this is his Jekyl and Hyde picture–he’s trying to look angelic, but he’s failing miserably. . .
Okay–so she’s not failing miserably–she’s pretty much ALWAYS an angel
except for when she isn’t.
And this is Ninja family. . .those are Victoria’s tights wrapped around everyone’s heads. . .Tony didn’t have much choice–he was shanghied by the children. This was Victoria’s idea (see comment above about when she isn’t. . .)
You may need to get medical clearance to read the following link. . .Sarah sent it to me. I’d seen it before but had forgotten about it. I’m not quite sure how.
I think I bruised a rib I laughed so hard. . . again. You will truly need to lie down after you read it, so clear a path to the couch before hand.
http://parents.berkeley.edu/jokes/lamentations.html
And while skimming the website, I found another all time favorite containing the most accurate description of dressing and feeding small children I’ve ever read. I also enjoyed the grocery store test, and having read this before children, vowed to only take one at a time to the grocery store if at all possible–at that time there were no mini van-grocery carts–just the one-seater types. See below. I was thrilled to find it again. The people who have collected these incredibly insightful writings on parenting have made my day. As Sarah would say, “Bless ‘em.”
Okay. We caved and got DSL. . .big mistake. This is the same exact reason I am so incredibly glad we don’t have cable. We would CONSTANTLY be watching the Discovery Channel or A&E or in find ourselves in search or Northern exposure re-runs in syndication. It is amazingly easy to frollick from blog to blog. . .that being said. . .
If you know, are the parent of, or can remember being a young girl, go to
http://howitfits.blogspot.com/
and read the post entitled “Goldilocks.”
It’s worth the trip.
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I bought an entire package of full-sized Milky Ways today. It finally made more sense to me to spend $2.50 on a package of 6 than $.70 on one at school when the craving strikes. Now if I can only keep from eating all 6 at one time.
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It is hot–hot, hot, hot. We just barged straight into summer the past two days.
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If you like shrimp, and you cook the shrimp in crab boil, and you like potatoes also cooked in the crab boil, and you like mushrooms, then the next time you cook shrimp, throw some mushrooms in about three minutes before you put the shrimp in. I cannot even describe the amazing taste sensation that is in store for you. As my Daddy would say, “It’ll hurt ya.” That was dinner tonight: shrimp, potatoes, mushrooms, bread, and coleslaw. The Milky Ways are safe for a little while.
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It is Tony’s turn to play with the new toy. I may not see him again tonight.
I will spend a lot of the next five weeks reminding my students that “school is not over yet.” This is the mantra droned incessantly by teachers the world over. I’m quite sure of this even though I don’t personally know teachers the world over.
That being said, my mind is already on summer break. It has to do with the time change. All of that lovely daylight still left at 6:40. . .breezes blowing. . .no misquitos just yet. . . Curses to Benjamin Franklin. . .couldn’t he have waited until the end of May??? Of course, during his time, the children who were the same age as the ones I teach (11 and 12) were in the fields right now–or out of school altogether.
So I will have to be conscientious over the next few weeks. . .I am already amazed that the year is over. I am planning to read two really fun novels after our HUGEMONGOUS standardized test this week. Hopefully that will pull in even the hold-outs and we will end the year on a positive note. In case you are interested they are House on Hackman’s Hill (Joan Lowery Nixon) and The Cay (Theodore Taylor). The former is a good book for kids who don’t like to read. . .a mystery about a mummy with every chapter ending in a cliff hanger. The other is something I would dearly LOVE to see made into a movie–a must for any middle school aged kid and a completely enjoyable quick read for an adult.
Now to the supper dishes. . .after all, “School is not over yet,” and there will be no time to do them tomorrow. Just a dirty kitchen to clean before I can cook dinner.
That Ben and his big ideas.
Pensive day today. . .thoughts overwhelming mixed with joy mixed with more “reality”. . .then there is comic relief right at the end. As I was laboring over getting the kitchen clean while pondering some very serious and weighty matters , my kids were playing with something their dear aunt and uncle gave them for Easter. It is touted as “styrofoam putty” and is, quite frankly, the most vile “toy” I’ve ever run across. If you’ve not had the pleasure, allow me to describe it for you.
It is sort of like silly putty in liquid-ish form–very brightly colored–with tiny styrofoam balls in in it. It gets on EVERYTHING, and can only be removed by, essentially, “washing” your hands or the item with more of the goo.
Ewww. . .ewww. . .double ewww.
Ickadoo.
Blech.
Thankfully I had the foresight to send them outside to play with it, and I think even the kids lost their infatuation with it VERY quickly. If you are given any of this, sneak it into the trash as fast as you possibly can.
If you either ARE or are related TO the inventor of it, or if you have a personal love of this substance, would you like some hot pink and aqua blue styrofoam putty to go with your collection???
