Wednesday, June 30, 2010
My dad can not stand the sound of chewing. We were trained to have excellent table manners and, even then, we still had quiet music playing during the meal so Dad couldn't hear us eat.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
I'm not a soccer fan. Actually, I'm not an any kind of sport fan. I don't mind watching a game now and then, but I don't even have cable, much less the sports channels that some find necessary. I'm not following the World Cup. I didn't see the goal. I heard about it on NPR, but I am pretty sure that it's not the same as watching it with a bunch of devoted fans at a neighborhood pub (wait, does the United States have pubs or just United Kingdom?).
This brought tears to my eyes. Why?
Because we are in a time, under an administration, that is teaching us to hate our country. We are to be citizens of the world, we are to think globally, we are to apologize to anyone who may be poorer, less educated, or more oppressed than American citizens. Our president kowtows to leaders of other nations, as if he were the leader of an inferior nation. If we are proud of our country, we need to repent because we are no better than any other country in the world. But, you know what? We are better than many other countries in the world. If only for the fact that I am typing this without fear, we are better than other countries; for the fact that I will be pulling out four pairs of pink church shoes on the same day that my neighbor sits at home, drinks his beer and watches COPS. I can be proud of my country because we have a volunteer military (and volunteer military spouses) during war. Most major inventions and human advances have found their roots here, in this free land. Yes, we have problems and we have certainly made mistakes, but I don't understand why it is wrong to be filled with a spirit of patriotism for my beloved USA. We are a land of good people who have been blessed with a good form of government.
When Walter Mondale was running against Ronald Reagan, he was way, way down in the polls. At one political gathering, he touted a long list of desires that he shared with that particular group, yet they refused to give him their vote. Mondale, exasperated, finally asked the audience why they were going to vote for Reagan, despite disagreeing with most of his policies. One man in the back spoke up, "Because we feel good about ourselves." (Just a few years before, Jimmy Carter gave his famous "Malaise Speech" where he lectured Americans on the need to be better instead of inspiring the hope and confidence--as a President should.)
So, today, on my sometimes political blog, I give you the reaction to one goal. Millions of us are chanting "U.S.A.!" not just because the ball went into the net, but because The United States of America rocks . . . and we are proud to shout it out to the world.
Please, feel free to disagree with me. (Pun absolutely intended.)
It's times like these, when others can be so critical of my mothering, that I understand the hermit. If no one saw my children, they wouldn't know that they had marker on their legs. If I never allowed visitors, no one would know that there is, right now, as I type, peanut butter on the girls' carpet. If no one saw my house, I wouldn't feel self-conscience of my unswept floor, her unbrushed hair and the kleenex blowing around the back yard that was the decoration for a "beautiful wedding."
I am under no illusions about my lack of parenting skills. I know I am not lazy, but I also know that because hair bows don't match and cheeks still hold the evidence of lunch, there are dishes in the sink and a broken bicycle in the backyard, it would be easy to assume that I was. It doesn't matter that so far today I have fixed two bicycles, washed a sink full of dishes, learned something about surfing, caught the escaping child 100 times, swept the floors, fixed a balanced breakfast, took the kids to the park, read some of my book, arranged babysitting and meals for a needy neighbor, and, now, written a blog post.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
What are you making for dinner? Give me some links to good recipes. The health and welfare of my family is at stake.
Friday, June 11, 2010
- Dance our booties off
Sunday, June 6, 2010
We are both excited and a little nervous.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
- In an attempt to use less electricity, I've decided to bed and rise with the sun. Today I rose a little earlier than the sun (6 am is the WORST time to try to wake up, so I went with 5). Now I am exhausted. How long does it take to get used to a new sleep schedule?
- My son rode his bike three miles to the store, bought a twelve pack of Mountain Dew, then rode three miles home with the heavy box in one arm. Literally ten feet from the front door, he dropped the box. The gravel bits in the gutter punctured the cans and the Dew went spraying everywhere. Sad introduction to irony.
- I am re-reading the Book of Mormon with 3,649 other people (so far) on Facebook. I think that is cool.
- When my daughter fills her diaper, she cocks her head and says, "Sowwy, Mama." It helps a little.
- There is a giant canker sore on my tongue. I had a rather large handful of peanuts the other day and I am aware that peanuts often give me that reaction. I ate them anyway. I wish I hadn't.
- I have decided that I will always be sympathetic and kind to mothers of young children. It is a particular group that are usually tired, worried and threadbare--also, we are often pregnant or nursing during all of this which throws in the hormone factor to assure that we are always on the brink of nuts.
- No, I'm not pregnant. It is the longest time I have not been pregnant since getting married. I kinda like it.
- For years I struggled with bread making. I finally found a fool-proof recipe. It is rising in my kitchen right now.
- I'm ready for Popsicles, but the weather denotes bread and soup. Still.
- It used to be that when celebrities that I knew died, it was some kind of scandal or tragedy. Now when celebrities that I know die, it's because they are getting old. Huh.
- I haven't pulled out the summer clothes yet. My son's jeans are getting more and more embarrassing.
- This is my favorite season in the gardens. There are mounds of green all over my garden (Jacob's Ladder, Aster, Mum, Scabiosa, Daisy, Columbine). They are different colors of green with great variations in texture. The dirt is black, the weeds are cleared out, and soil is turned and healthy. There are bright spots of color (Allium, Coral Bell, Violet, Bachelor's Button) that are looked forward to each year. I love spring.
- China is my new research topic. There is so much I don't know about that humongous, interesting, varied country.
- My son is trying to make up a song about the MotherShip getting off the computer. I guess that's my cue.