Archive for August, 2007

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Who is the easiest person for you to talk to?  My children… my husband…. my friend from junior high and evermore.

If you could live in any ancient city during the height of the quality of its society and culture, which one would you choose?  Hmmm… not Greece or Rome – too stuffy.  Not China or Japan – also too stuffy.  Oddly enough, I guess somewhere like Ireland… I think I like the clan aspect and my imaginings of fellowship and fun.  Of course, I know there was a lot of waring and the like, but I don’;t suppose you could get away from that anywhere.

What is the most exciting event you’ve ever witnessed?  A Beth Moore seminar… it was amazing to see and hear the learning and praise of thousands, if not a million mostly women, gathered together in the fellowship of the One True God.

Main Course
If you were a celebrity, what would you do for a publicity stunt?  Probably something self-denegrating, or just putting myself out there knowing people might laugh… once you have them laughing, you’ve pretty much got them.  I hate it when well known people are in the press for this, that or the other charity cause… makes me question them.  I know I shouldn’t, but it’s automatic with me.

What do you consider the ideal age to have a first child? Anywhere between 21 and 24, which was my experience and the only thing I can go on.  Really, it would be whatever age you are when you understand as well as you can what it’s going to mean to be responsible for the happiness and well-being of another individual.


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Over at Meg’s Garden we’re up to our eyeballs in memes (go there first and check out her answers!)… and boy did I learn some dirty secrets about our Meg.  Well, maybe not too dirty.  Want to play?

“Here are the rules: Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog post containing your own middle name game facts. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.”

L: Lilts, jigs, circles, schottishes (sp?), longways sets (think Virginia Reel) and other folk dances… gotta love them!  My son, not so much, but he’s good at it.  My oldest daughter, likes them because she doesn’t do ballet anymore, but it seems like it’s a skill she works very hard to accomplish.  My baby girl… likes to join in on her own terms, even though she’s been dancing with me in a sling since before she was born.  I just love the art and comraderie of it.  To dance with all sorts of partners, smile and look them in the eye for a siding step… ooh, fun!  Letterboxing would work here too, but I had to get the folkdancing in!  We’re supposed to dance in a preshow this Saturday and I’m a little excited.

Y:  yearning to know what’s in store for our family, and knowing I probably would not be good  with whatever the information was.  That’s why it’s best I just not know.  But still I wish I did, just a little.

N:  never enough time to do everything I want, teach everything I want and still remain sane.  So I make my compromises – never immediate family, though!

N:  nurturing… I hope that’s what my children see in me.  I want to inspire them, help them reach for brighter stars.  Maybe sometimes I do that… it can never be enough, though, cause they’re worth it all!

I’m tipping T at Reflectiions, Ann at Midlife Mire, Brenda at her World and my own Rea Is Me  (if you want to see what she has to say, you’ll have to ask for an invitation, cause I’m not going to let my little girl put her blog out there for the world to see… too many weirdos!)


There are no rules for the meme. Add, subtract, change questions, tag whomever you choose (or not), credit me, don’t credit me, whatever. I’m just curious about your laundry!!”

1. In your home, who does the laundry? Me… the tweens are required to take their sorted clothes and remove it from my sight, but I live under no notion that it gets folded or put away.

2. Do you sort your laundry? Yes

3. If you sort, how many different color/fabric type groups do you sort it into? Usually 3: whites, lights and darks.  Sometimes I have to add one for the bed linens or dress clothes, but usually just 3, if you count them all together.

4. Do you hand wash anything?   You’re kidding, right?

5. Are there any articles of clothing that you send out to be cleaned professionally? No

6. If you have any clothes cleaned professionally, is that drycleaning? Or regular laundering/pressing? I would only ever consider sending out dry-cleaning.  Why would I pay someone to do my laundry?

7. At home, what detergent do you use? Any detergent additives that you regularly use?  Extra… it’s a cheapy detergent in the area. 

8. What whiteners/brighteners do you use? bleach

9. Do you use any fabric softeners? no… use to, but I kept forgeting to add the little ball.

10. How do you handle stains?  Shout

11. Do you use different water temperatures for your different loads? Yes. Whites get hot, lights and dark colors  in warm, & dress clothes go in cold.

12. Do you use a tumble dryer, or do you hang your clothes to dry?  The dryer is my friend!

13. In your home, who folds the clothes? Me, mostly… I guess the tweens *might* fold their clothes if we’re expecting family company.

14. Where do you fold your clothes? (i.e., in the laundry room, at the kitchen table, etc.) Either in the living room while watching tv, or on my bed.

15. Who puts the folded clothes away? Me and the tweens

16. Do you have a certain day of the week you consider ”laundry day”? No… seems like I have to do it every day!

17. About how many laundry loads do you do per week?  Uhmmmm, probably about 5 or 6.

18. Do you iron? What’s ironing?  My Dear Heart thought I was going to start doing that when we married, but I held out longer!  Now everything is either permanent press, or it comes out of the dryer immediately and hung up (even if I have to dry it repeatedly to get it hung up).

And much to my chagrin, I have to rewash loads often because they’ve sat in the washer too long! Pyew!

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Like the Egyptian pharoahs of aulde, I find myself with a crazy dream that begs misinterpretation.  Shall I behead you?  Return you to your slave position (aren’t I nice?) or advance you to a position so lofty that folks will be talking about you for ages to come (or at least until your grangchildren look like they could take me).

The Dream:

I find myself waiting for payment from my car insurance company.  Don’t worry though, cause it doesn’t seem like I’ve suffered any damage…. kind of like I pulled the chance card everybody’s waiting for.  Anyway, for some  reason the man, who looks like my pastor but isn’t, has to drive me to this other office about 10 miles away.  This drive puts me in the mind of a drive that was taken often when I was growing up… from our little city to a neighboring city to shop at Hills, usually at Christmas time cause their toy department was THE BEST!  Anyway, I digress (can you do that when you’re relating events in a dream?).

He sits down behind this desk that isn’t his and proceeds to write this check, but he has to ask me for how much he’s writing it.  He writes the check and leaves, smiling all the time.  I realize he was my ride back to where my car was parked but the lady to whom the office belongs says she wil give me a ride.  We get into her tiny pale blue car (isn’t it weird how some details seem so important in a dream?  And I wouldn’t even mention it except that, well, it could be the difference between a popcorn famine for 7 years or 7 years of good and plenty).

Now we’re all of a sudden standing in the middle of this huge mall that is under construction… just big blocks of cement and wide open spaces.  And I don’t know how we got here or why or where the car went to (must not have been a very important detail, even though it was pale blue).  We walk forever through this construction towards an area that is very evidently going to be a round portion of the building, like a tower.  For some reson I think it is going to be a salon, but my son is there, watching a movie that has just been released that we were all anxious to see, because he has won the privelege.  Yea, I know… watching a movie in an unfinished round portion of a huge mall.  Go figure!  Weird.

We leave my son behind and for some reason are walking to our destination, instead of driving that little blue car.  We’re walking along a country road, the kind that’s all over this area of the state, with 2 lane roads and full grown trees shading it on every side.  On our right there are, not cows or horses fenced in, but bears.  Polar bears.  A lot of them.  Huh… this is interesting.  It appears that whoever owns them has seperated them too, in order to get the adult polar bears, which we come across first , apart from the babies.  Now these babies, you understand, do not want to be behind this little, piddly, non-electric fence, so one corner of the fence has been pulled down, with a baby polar bear just sitting there watching the world go by, like some sort of sentry.

Then I wake up coughing because something about my allergies has changed again, so I’m adjusting what I’m taking and apparently I’m not taking enough antihistamine to keep the drainage at bay.

Did I tell you it was a weird dream?  I meant to tell you it was a weird dream.  Now you tell me what it means! 

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A bumper sticker I hadn’t seen before said:  “What if the Hokey Pokey IS all it’s about?”

It’s about to storm here.  The wind is picking up force and the thunder is grumbling.  I knew it was coming because all week I’ve watched the weather (getting to be more like my dear Father-in-law in that respect) and the remainder of the week is forcasted to be in the 80’s.  Can you see me flinging the sweat off my brow and doing my rain dance?  LOL

While coming home last night from a folkdance practice, we viewed the most gorgeous harvest moon I have ever seen!  It was big and round, the color of a pale pumpkin… with whispy tendrils of clouds masking it here and there.  It slowly bleached out to the color of whole milk, but it was still  mesmerizing. 

Which is bad if you’re the one driving.  Almost mowed over a deer.  Luckily it didn’t look at the headlights… just ran across the road.   And that’s whaaat it’s – all – a-bout!                                      

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Now here’s a study I can get behind!  I’m not saying that every teen is able to go it alone…. some have to be raised with that goal in mind before they can accomplish it.  Some teens, however, even without being “schooled” in adult lessons 101, seem remarkably accomplished in the abilities.  This makes me more determned than ever to encourage my children to find ways to participate in the adult world, whether it’s with a volunteer position or if they could luck into an apprenticeship position somewhere around town.  P already has a letter in with an organization here in town that trains animals to assist their owners… now to get “my little man” interested in finding a position.


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Here’s the second portion of our Renaissance unit.  Track # 327859 at Trackstar.

First science test for the twinletts today.  As usual , P is stressing MAJORLY ( I don’t know what she thinks I’m going to do… take away her birthday for a “B”?) and S probably did not put near enough study in.  *sigh*

edited to add:  P got a 90% and S got a 77%.  In potty training news… M pottied again!  YEAH!

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M peed on the potty Saturday… not just a fluke.   She was without a diaper (she’s been taking them off herself), came running to me saying “pee-pee mommy, pee-pee” and holding herself.  I was on top of the ball that morning, so we ran into the bathroom, set her down and she sits there for a minute with me thinking she just wanted to get some toile paper or play in the sink again.  So I told her to push the pee-pees out and she did.  Not just a little trickle either!  Can’t get her to do it again to save my soul.  Good thing it’s not dependant on THAT!

And because I refuse to give it much more of my time or blog space ~ a gallon of milk is now more expensive than a gallon of gas.  ‘Nuf said.

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