Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
My weekend, you ask?
Let's see....
Test that fire alarms work in the house. Check.
Discuss fire safety with Gavin. Check.
Agree with Derek every time he told me "beep, beep, beep" all weekend long. Check.
:) In case it's not really obvious, I did a very dumb, and not safe thing this weekend. In preparing the Deviled Eggs for the potluck that I just enjoyed (no, I think over-enjoyed, from the tightness of my tummy), I actually forgot I was boiling them. They boiled dry, then began to explode and smoke.
Ooops.
I didn't know they'd do that. One, actually exploded and landed about a foot from the pan. (Another surprise for me).
Thankfully, all is well and out fire alarms are working perfectly. Also, thankfully, I have a cold, so have no knowledge of the funky smell that I'm told still hangs in the house. ;)
A cold's not always a bad thing.
Test that fire alarms work in the house. Check.
Discuss fire safety with Gavin. Check.
Agree with Derek every time he told me "beep, beep, beep" all weekend long. Check.
:) In case it's not really obvious, I did a very dumb, and not safe thing this weekend. In preparing the Deviled Eggs for the potluck that I just enjoyed (no, I think over-enjoyed, from the tightness of my tummy), I actually forgot I was boiling them. They boiled dry, then began to explode and smoke.
Ooops.
I didn't know they'd do that. One, actually exploded and landed about a foot from the pan. (Another surprise for me).
Thankfully, all is well and out fire alarms are working perfectly. Also, thankfully, I have a cold, so have no knowledge of the funky smell that I'm told still hangs in the house. ;)
A cold's not always a bad thing.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
My friend, my actual friend
I've found myself using the phrase "my friend" lately. I'm not completely sure if I've used as much before this campaign, but my attention is sure drawn to it these days.
I've found many people whom I can call my friend, my actual friend. I mean it as a deep term of endearment. I'm not able to call any person my friend without it meaning much to me. However, that phrase can turn some people off these days, in fact, it turns off some of the very people I would be most ready to call my friend.
I've made no secret of the issue that burns brightly for me, the right of every child to life. I don't see a choice in that matter, just a right.
So, my friend, know that on November 4th I'll do my part to give every person that right.
Yes, I know there will be trade-offs in my decision that day, but without the fundamental right such as this, what good is any other policy or plan?
Please, find it in your hearts, in your conscience to do the right thing, do your part to give everyone the equal right to life.
I've found many people whom I can call my friend, my actual friend. I mean it as a deep term of endearment. I'm not able to call any person my friend without it meaning much to me. However, that phrase can turn some people off these days, in fact, it turns off some of the very people I would be most ready to call my friend.
I've made no secret of the issue that burns brightly for me, the right of every child to life. I don't see a choice in that matter, just a right.
So, my friend, know that on November 4th I'll do my part to give every person that right.
Yes, I know there will be trade-offs in my decision that day, but without the fundamental right such as this, what good is any other policy or plan?
Please, find it in your hearts, in your conscience to do the right thing, do your part to give everyone the equal right to life.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Soap Operas
Anyone who has watched soap operas for any length of time knows that the best way for an actor to have success is to continually be wrapped into very dramatic story-lines. Sure, people say they hope for happily-ever-after, but in soap opera land, that really doesn't draw viewers. The more terrible the storyline, the better.
My question is, how did my life turn into a soap opera.
Honestly, I'd prefer a little happily ever after at this point. All I've got is dramatic story line after dramatic story line. Hell, I've even got dramatic sub-plots going on. Sheesh.
My question is, how did my life turn into a soap opera.
Honestly, I'd prefer a little happily ever after at this point. All I've got is dramatic story line after dramatic story line. Hell, I've even got dramatic sub-plots going on. Sheesh.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
The baby, or the bathwater?
I'm part of a couple different "boards". These places are places where people stop, chat, and sometimes form some really deep friendships. The hard part is, though, that these places aren't perfect, because people aren't perfect. Not everyone always gets along with everyone else. Some people, eventually leave.
Sometimes, I find some of them back, sometimes I don't. These people have found something intolerable about enough people on the board that they choose to toss the whole group; throwing out the baby with the bathwater.
I'm always left to wonder... Am I the baby, or the bathwater??
Sometimes, I find some of them back, sometimes I don't. These people have found something intolerable about enough people on the board that they choose to toss the whole group; throwing out the baby with the bathwater.
I'm always left to wonder... Am I the baby, or the bathwater??
Friday, July 11, 2008
I have to admit to being a hopeless romantic who loves to read books that others consider cheesy. :)
Danielle Steele is one of my favorite authors. I know she's no Proust, but can the millions of people who read her be wrong?? (lol at me trying to talk myself into this)
I think my favorite aspect of her books is that they show the resiliency of women, no matter the crap-storm that's thrown at them. Lately, though, I've noticed that so many of these women seem to have some sort of trust fund, savings account, or some lucritive non-invasive career that insulates them from the challenges of 9-to-5 work or daycare or what-not. I suppose it's not all that glamorous to have stories about that, but I guess I'd like to see one.
Oh, well, I suppose I'll keep on reading, looking out for that particular situation.
The one I'm currently is starting with a SAHM who's highschool sweetheart of a husband just announced he's leaving her. She does have a trust fund that's been helping them along, so she won't be out looking for temp work, but I'll hang in there and see where this goes.
At least I know she'll eventually live happily ever after with a wonderful man. Can't we all hope for that?
I know that's what I'm hoping for.
Danielle Steele is one of my favorite authors. I know she's no Proust, but can the millions of people who read her be wrong?? (lol at me trying to talk myself into this)
I think my favorite aspect of her books is that they show the resiliency of women, no matter the crap-storm that's thrown at them. Lately, though, I've noticed that so many of these women seem to have some sort of trust fund, savings account, or some lucritive non-invasive career that insulates them from the challenges of 9-to-5 work or daycare or what-not. I suppose it's not all that glamorous to have stories about that, but I guess I'd like to see one.
Oh, well, I suppose I'll keep on reading, looking out for that particular situation.
The one I'm currently is starting with a SAHM who's highschool sweetheart of a husband just announced he's leaving her. She does have a trust fund that's been helping them along, so she won't be out looking for temp work, but I'll hang in there and see where this goes.
At least I know she'll eventually live happily ever after with a wonderful man. Can't we all hope for that?
I know that's what I'm hoping for.
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