"Why didn't you tell me I was in love with you?"
~ Don Hewes to Hannah Brown in Easter Parade
Happy Easter
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Saturday 9
Well, I don't know about you, but I have a lot to do today. Eggs to boil, cool, dry, AND dye. Baskets to stuff. My little altar server to take to vigil rehearsal and the vigil tonight. Shrimp salad (my grandma's tradition) to make, strawberries to hull . . .
So how 'bout a quick Saturday 9?
1. Tell us about the last time you really got hurt.
The last time I got really hurt was when I was stepping off of a neighbor's front stoop and landed on an uneven seam in their slate walk . . . my ankle buckled, I broke it, and fell to the ground. BUT the real hurt came when I realized I had dropped my 9 month old son on my way down to the ground. (Thankfully, he was not hurt -- not even a bruise.)
2. What's your oldest possession?
I still have the very first thing I bought out of my own money. I was probably only 5 years old. It is a tiny, little porcelain bird. I bought it on a day out shopping with my grandma with money I "won" during our late-night double-solitaire playing.
3. Do you have any phobias?
Bugs. However, having a 9 year old boy who loves nature has gotten me to see the beauty in a few of them. I must admit, a praying mantis is an amazing little creature.
4. What values did your parents instill in you?
To always work hard and not let myself believe anyone owes me anything.
5. What are your plans for Easter?
Easter egg hunt, Easter baskets for the kids, church, Easter meal consisting of all the traditional favorites.
6. I like sun more than snow.
I'm actually allergic to the sun. Too much of it, even on a cool day, and I begin to feel sick. My husband has observed that I enjoy the same climate as an earthworm. I'm not sure how to take that.
7. Tell us about 3 fads from your teenage years.
Big hair, big shoulder pads, bright colors. The 80s, I loved 'em!
8. Tell us what is the most important attribute in a lover.
I don't talk this way with other people. I will tell you that my husband is all I could ever want, and I knew that before he ever touched me.
9. What new piece of technology have you resisted buying and what would it take for you to change your mind?
I have become quite a technology curmudgeon. Planned obsolescence just infuriates me, and I wish people would resist being led around like sheep, following the latest must-have gadget that will require them to rebuy all their music, books, movies, etc. Television used to be free. Now we must all pay for most of the channels we enjoy. Radio used to be free. Here comes satellite radio . . . baaaah.
As always, my thanks to Crazy Sam for her Saturday 9. You can find a list of other participants -- or participate yourself -- by clicking here.
So how 'bout a quick Saturday 9?
1. Tell us about the last time you really got hurt.
The last time I got really hurt was when I was stepping off of a neighbor's front stoop and landed on an uneven seam in their slate walk . . . my ankle buckled, I broke it, and fell to the ground. BUT the real hurt came when I realized I had dropped my 9 month old son on my way down to the ground. (Thankfully, he was not hurt -- not even a bruise.)
2. What's your oldest possession?
I still have the very first thing I bought out of my own money. I was probably only 5 years old. It is a tiny, little porcelain bird. I bought it on a day out shopping with my grandma with money I "won" during our late-night double-solitaire playing.
3. Do you have any phobias?
Bugs. However, having a 9 year old boy who loves nature has gotten me to see the beauty in a few of them. I must admit, a praying mantis is an amazing little creature.
4. What values did your parents instill in you?
To always work hard and not let myself believe anyone owes me anything.
5. What are your plans for Easter?
Easter egg hunt, Easter baskets for the kids, church, Easter meal consisting of all the traditional favorites.
6. I like sun more than snow.
I'm actually allergic to the sun. Too much of it, even on a cool day, and I begin to feel sick. My husband has observed that I enjoy the same climate as an earthworm. I'm not sure how to take that.
7. Tell us about 3 fads from your teenage years.
Big hair, big shoulder pads, bright colors. The 80s, I loved 'em!
8. Tell us what is the most important attribute in a lover.
I don't talk this way with other people. I will tell you that my husband is all I could ever want, and I knew that before he ever touched me.
9. What new piece of technology have you resisted buying and what would it take for you to change your mind?
I have become quite a technology curmudgeon. Planned obsolescence just infuriates me, and I wish people would resist being led around like sheep, following the latest must-have gadget that will require them to rebuy all their music, books, movies, etc. Television used to be free. Now we must all pay for most of the channels we enjoy. Radio used to be free. Here comes satellite radio . . . baaaah.
As always, my thanks to Crazy Sam for her Saturday 9. You can find a list of other participants -- or participate yourself -- by clicking here.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Blogger Bummer
When I read about Blogger's new limitations on pictures, I couldn't believe it. ONE picture per posting?!?!?!! That's ridiculous . . . not to mention totally impossible.
Don't they understand that pictures are essential to so many blogs?
Decorating blogs need pictures in order to communicate. Same with any and all crafting blogs . . . any lifestyle blogs, too.
I just can't believe it.
Don't they understand that pictures are essential to so many blogs?
Decorating blogs need pictures in order to communicate. Same with any and all crafting blogs . . . any lifestyle blogs, too.
I just can't believe it.
April Fool's!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Faith Comes In a Child (And a Parakeet?)
Once upon a time, there was a little boy and a stray parakeet.
The little boy was running and playing in his yard after dinner when a stray parakeet swooped through his yard, landing on the fence.
The parakeet chirped and chatted.
The little boy was enchanted.
The boy quickly realized the parakeet was lost, for parakeets are not native birds in his area. He called his parents outside to help.
They tried and tried to catch the clever parakeet, but with each effort, the parakeet grew less trusting and finally flew away.
The boy was sad.
He tried everything to lure the parakeet back.
He sprinkled seed all around the fence and upon all the tables and chairs throughout the yard.
He fashioned gentle traps out of nets, shoe boxes, popsicle sticks, and string and waited hours for the parakeet to return.
But the parakeet was not to be found that night.
The next morning, the boy arose enthusiastic with more ideas to find and save his new friend.
He watched and waited all day.
He searched every tree and fence in the neighborhood.
No parakeet.
The next day, the boy continued, determined to find and capture the lost parakeet.
No parakeet.
The boy grew distraught.
He lost sleep.
Despite his parents' assurances that the parakeet must have found his way back home, the boy would not give up.
There had been no sight of the parakeet since that first night.
The boy's parents watched the boy, so sad, yet so determined.
After the boy went to bed on the third night, the parents, certain that the parakeet would never return, bought a parakeet just like the one who had visited and put it in the cage the little boy had prepared for his phantom friend.
When the little boy awoke the next morning and found the parakeet in the cage, he assumed it was the little lost parakeet. His parents did not correct him. It would be better that way, they reasoned.
The little boy spent much time with his new parakeet, making him toys and trying to train him.
The new parakeet wanted nothing to do with the boy. The bird bit and fought and refused to play with the boy.
After months of trying to be friends with the bird, the little boy gave up, lost interest, and left him alone.
The parakeet grew bored and lonely.
Realizing that the parakeet still needed a friend, the parents then bought another parakeet.
The lonely parakeet was so happy to meet his new parakeet friend.
They chirped and played and were as happy as could be. They shared toys and swings and flew and played all winter long.
One spring afternoon, the telephone rang. It was a worried neighbor. She had spotted a parakeet in her yard and needed help catching him.
The mother hurried over wondering whether it could possibly be the visitor from last summer.
It was.
It was the same turquoise parakeet that had visted all those months before. All those feet of snow before. All those freezing nights before. Miraculously, the parakeet had survived the bitter winter.
The bird, being nearly exhausted and starved after the long winter, was easy to catch this time.
The mother brought the parakeet home and watched with delight as the bird ate and drank and ate some more.
Then the bird fell into to deep sleep.
The bird slept and slept, waking only to eat and drink for a few moments at a time.
But what would the little boy think? He had thought the lost parakeet had been with him all this time. How would this be explained? How much would the boy realize?
When the boy came home from school, he noticed the sleeping bird in the small cage.
He smiled and looked on wonderously, thoughts visibly swirling about his head.
He watched and smiled.
And watched some more.
And then he said,
"It looks like God sent us another parakeet.
The faith of a child.
The little boy was running and playing in his yard after dinner when a stray parakeet swooped through his yard, landing on the fence.
The parakeet chirped and chatted.
The little boy was enchanted.
The boy quickly realized the parakeet was lost, for parakeets are not native birds in his area. He called his parents outside to help.
They tried and tried to catch the clever parakeet, but with each effort, the parakeet grew less trusting and finally flew away.
The boy was sad.
He tried everything to lure the parakeet back.
He sprinkled seed all around the fence and upon all the tables and chairs throughout the yard.
He fashioned gentle traps out of nets, shoe boxes, popsicle sticks, and string and waited hours for the parakeet to return.
But the parakeet was not to be found that night.
The next morning, the boy arose enthusiastic with more ideas to find and save his new friend.
He watched and waited all day.
He searched every tree and fence in the neighborhood.
No parakeet.
The next day, the boy continued, determined to find and capture the lost parakeet.
No parakeet.
The boy grew distraught.
He lost sleep.
Despite his parents' assurances that the parakeet must have found his way back home, the boy would not give up.
There had been no sight of the parakeet since that first night.
The boy's parents watched the boy, so sad, yet so determined.
After the boy went to bed on the third night, the parents, certain that the parakeet would never return, bought a parakeet just like the one who had visited and put it in the cage the little boy had prepared for his phantom friend.
When the little boy awoke the next morning and found the parakeet in the cage, he assumed it was the little lost parakeet. His parents did not correct him. It would be better that way, they reasoned.
The little boy spent much time with his new parakeet, making him toys and trying to train him.
The new parakeet wanted nothing to do with the boy. The bird bit and fought and refused to play with the boy.
After months of trying to be friends with the bird, the little boy gave up, lost interest, and left him alone.
The parakeet grew bored and lonely.
Realizing that the parakeet still needed a friend, the parents then bought another parakeet.
The lonely parakeet was so happy to meet his new parakeet friend.
They chirped and played and were as happy as could be. They shared toys and swings and flew and played all winter long.
One spring afternoon, the telephone rang. It was a worried neighbor. She had spotted a parakeet in her yard and needed help catching him.
The mother hurried over wondering whether it could possibly be the visitor from last summer.
It was.
It was the same turquoise parakeet that had visted all those months before. All those feet of snow before. All those freezing nights before. Miraculously, the parakeet had survived the bitter winter.
The bird, being nearly exhausted and starved after the long winter, was easy to catch this time.
The mother brought the parakeet home and watched with delight as the bird ate and drank and ate some more.
Then the bird fell into to deep sleep.
The bird slept and slept, waking only to eat and drink for a few moments at a time.
But what would the little boy think? He had thought the lost parakeet had been with him all this time. How would this be explained? How much would the boy realize?
When the boy came home from school, he noticed the sleeping bird in the small cage.
He smiled and looked on wonderously, thoughts visibly swirling about his head.
He watched and smiled.
And watched some more.
And then he said,
"It looks like God sent us another parakeet.
He must think we take good care of them."
The faith of a child.
Blessed are they who witness it.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Reeling
I just found out a friend of mine has multiple brain tumors that must be removed as soon as possible.
I'm reeling.
People are strong, I know.
We all do what we need to do in situations to move forward.
But that poor woman. That poor family. Those poor kids.
Life just seems to keep getting harder. Don't you think? Am I the only one who feels like the older I get, the harder things get?
I think we all need a break.
When the hell is recess.
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