Sunday, October 21, 2007
Fun Day!
We went to the pumpkin patch and we went to the girl scout's chili cook off. The weather is absolutely gorgeous!!!
2 Peas Blogger Challenge...
What is your favorite fall activity? what fall traditions do you have?
My favorite fall activity is picking out pumpkins. Not necessarily the act of carving pumpkins, but of picking them out at the pumpkin patch. I love to be in the outdoors with the air crisp and clean smelling and all of the gorgeous colors of fall surrounding me. I love the excitement that I see in my daughter and her adorable penchant for choosing the "charlie brown christmas tree" of pumpkins so to speak.
Traditions...mainly picking out pumpkins, decorating for halloween, and carving pumpkins. Not really anything super different. Heck, maybe my family needs some new traditions. LOL
My favorite fall activity is picking out pumpkins. Not necessarily the act of carving pumpkins, but of picking them out at the pumpkin patch. I love to be in the outdoors with the air crisp and clean smelling and all of the gorgeous colors of fall surrounding me. I love the excitement that I see in my daughter and her adorable penchant for choosing the "charlie brown christmas tree" of pumpkins so to speak.
Traditions...mainly picking out pumpkins, decorating for halloween, and carving pumpkins. Not really anything super different. Heck, maybe my family needs some new traditions. LOL
Saturday, October 20, 2007
2 Peas Blogger Challenge...
Blog about the things you're scared of.. no matter how trivial.. no matter how big.. what kinds of things are you scared of??
Blog about it.
Since I love a good list. here it is....
1. Being like my mother
2. bugs, even butterflies touching me..as long as they don't touch me, I am fine.
3. not accomplishing anything with my life
4. my dh or dd getting hurt or dieing
5. not having control of my emotions
6. drowning
7. getting to retirement and having no money
8. screwing up my kid like my mother has screwed me up
9. not having a good relationship with my daughter
10. my husband or myself losing our job/jobs
11. house burning down or getting broken into
12. losing all my pictures/scrapbooks/my hard drive crashing
13. getting fatter than I already am
14. never being accepted by my brother or sister
15. not having friends
Ok, that is all I can think of...
Blog about it.
Since I love a good list. here it is....
1. Being like my mother
2. bugs, even butterflies touching me..as long as they don't touch me, I am fine.
3. not accomplishing anything with my life
4. my dh or dd getting hurt or dieing
5. not having control of my emotions
6. drowning
7. getting to retirement and having no money
8. screwing up my kid like my mother has screwed me up
9. not having a good relationship with my daughter
10. my husband or myself losing our job/jobs
11. house burning down or getting broken into
12. losing all my pictures/scrapbooks/my hard drive crashing
13. getting fatter than I already am
14. never being accepted by my brother or sister
15. not having friends
Ok, that is all I can think of...
Friday, October 19, 2007
The History of Love....Nicole Krauss
The History of Love....Nicole Krauss....you inspire me.
Once upon a time there was a girl. When she was young, she felt like there was no where that she belonged. When she got older, the feeling would go away for a time, but 90% of the time she felt like somehow she was on the outside looking in. She always wondered how everyone else seemed to have it so...together, that they always seemed to know the right thing to do and seemed to say the right things and seemed to fit like pieces in a puzzle. She dreamed that someday she would meet someone/someones that she would fit with like pieces in a puzzle. Like perfectly fitting pieces in a puzzle. Someone/Someones that would understand her. But she never seemed to find that person...and even at 31 years old, even when she was married and had a beautiful child, she never seemed to fit in...and she wondered...does anyone feel like they fit in? those people who seemed to have it all together? did they feel like they were on the outside looking in? was everyone like a pea in a land of corn?
Anyway, as strange as the above post was, read The History of Love by Nicole Krauss.
Once upon a time there was a girl. When she was young, she felt like there was no where that she belonged. When she got older, the feeling would go away for a time, but 90% of the time she felt like somehow she was on the outside looking in. She always wondered how everyone else seemed to have it so...together, that they always seemed to know the right thing to do and seemed to say the right things and seemed to fit like pieces in a puzzle. She dreamed that someday she would meet someone/someones that she would fit with like pieces in a puzzle. Like perfectly fitting pieces in a puzzle. Someone/Someones that would understand her. But she never seemed to find that person...and even at 31 years old, even when she was married and had a beautiful child, she never seemed to fit in...and she wondered...does anyone feel like they fit in? those people who seemed to have it all together? did they feel like they were on the outside looking in? was everyone like a pea in a land of corn?
Anyway, as strange as the above post was, read The History of Love by Nicole Krauss.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Thoughts...
I am terrible about blogging....
Narcissism describes the character trait of self love.
I have been thinking about this, I don't think that word accurately describes my mother, character trait of self absorbtion would be more accurate however, she certainly loves herself more than she ever loved me. ***note....the author is not nearly as emotionally as disturbed as she sounds, it is just a fact of life to her***
Anyway, I have been going through amazon.com and adding to my wishlist just for fun. My mother has been on my mind, I would like to understand her. So I put on my wishlist books about Munchausen's syndrome and malingering and factious disorders. Big difference here...hypochondriacts really believe they are sick, Muchausen's they know they are not sick and pretend to be sick to get attention. I certianly beleive that my mother has Munchausen's and to tell you honestly it makes me very leary of myself and my own motivations. Plus I can't tell you how much it has affected me in my business and personal life, whenever someone around me tells me that they are sick...I think that they are lying or exagerating unless there is actual physical undeniable proof. It makes it hard with your husband when he wants a little sympathy for feeling sick and you can't give it to him. I am just completely unable. Christian has to bring up to me that I am being this way and even then, I have to pretend to have any sympathy for him. He will say, I am feeling sick and I say, I am sorry you feel that way and honestly I can't even fool him. At least he is understanding about it though.
This is the affect that Brenda Vanderpool has had on my life. Not to mention the affect that she has had on the numerous people around her and my half brother and sister. I wish there was some way to show her the havoc she has wreaked and on all the people she has affected. You know like Scrooge. Wouldn't that be nice?
It also make me think about things like, oh dear God what if I turn out like her! or what have I done that may have affected people adversely and negatively for the rest of their lives. UGH!!! These are some really heavy thoughts.
Narcissism describes the character trait of self love.
I have been thinking about this, I don't think that word accurately describes my mother, character trait of self absorbtion would be more accurate however, she certainly loves herself more than she ever loved me. ***note....the author is not nearly as emotionally as disturbed as she sounds, it is just a fact of life to her***
Anyway, I have been going through amazon.com and adding to my wishlist just for fun. My mother has been on my mind, I would like to understand her. So I put on my wishlist books about Munchausen's syndrome and malingering and factious disorders. Big difference here...hypochondriacts really believe they are sick, Muchausen's they know they are not sick and pretend to be sick to get attention. I certianly beleive that my mother has Munchausen's and to tell you honestly it makes me very leary of myself and my own motivations. Plus I can't tell you how much it has affected me in my business and personal life, whenever someone around me tells me that they are sick...I think that they are lying or exagerating unless there is actual physical undeniable proof. It makes it hard with your husband when he wants a little sympathy for feeling sick and you can't give it to him. I am just completely unable. Christian has to bring up to me that I am being this way and even then, I have to pretend to have any sympathy for him. He will say, I am feeling sick and I say, I am sorry you feel that way and honestly I can't even fool him. At least he is understanding about it though.
This is the affect that Brenda Vanderpool has had on my life. Not to mention the affect that she has had on the numerous people around her and my half brother and sister. I wish there was some way to show her the havoc she has wreaked and on all the people she has affected. You know like Scrooge. Wouldn't that be nice?
It also make me think about things like, oh dear God what if I turn out like her! or what have I done that may have affected people adversely and negatively for the rest of their lives. UGH!!! These are some really heavy thoughts.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Multiple Randomness coming...
First of all, I absolutely love the song Vincent by Don Mclean. i really love Josh groban's version. Here are the lyrics:
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
Absolutely fantabulous song!!!
Ok, we got a dog. She is a basset hound and she is absolely gorgeous, but driving us crazy with the entire potty training thing. But, she is going to be a wonderful dog when that is all taken care of.
I have joined weight watchers, I have been on it almost a week and I have lost 2 pounds so far. :)
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