This Father's Day my curmudgeon actually heard from most of the kids! He doesn't make a fuss, but I know that it hurts him when they blow him off. Maybe they are growing up after all, whatever the reason we'll take it. :)
My favorite NASCAR driver, (since his Dad died), finally broke his losing streak! JR!!! :)
On a different note, my son is running off with a group of hippie/gypsy types... I am hopeful that they are good folks and that he will have a memorable and fun experience on this adventure, but as a mom I'm nervous... He doesn't have a cell phone, promises to write, but what if I need to get a hold of him? Guess they'll be gone for a year if all goes according to "plans?" Hoping for the best, prayin' that his guardian angels are on full alert!
Gotta go get our walk in before the temp hits 97 or more today! Ugh, it's only June...
Monday, June 18, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
R.S.V.P.
Reponde sil vous plait? In English means please reply...
I understand that many folks lead incredibly busy lives, or are in super-busy phases of their lives (such as raising very active kids, etc.), but I feel that we are in a very sad time when people are too busy to reply to someone who has taken the time to say, write, text, e-mail, facebook, leave a voicemail, or contact them in any other way.
I mean hey, somebody has taken time out of their day to acknowledge YOU, they were thinking of you today and made the time to let you know. Isn't that truly a precious gift, deserving of even the briefest of responses?
I know that sometimes I can be overly sensitive, but when someone completely ignores my attempt to acknowledge them in a positive way, I feel as if I've waved at them in public and they just pretended that they didn't see me and walked away a little faster without even waving back...it is hurtful. I know that there are times when I get busy and forget to reply too, I feel bad when I realize it, and guilty for being upset with someone else...
Sometimes, I get angry and swear that I'm done with "so and so"! But later when I calm down I remember my Grandma once mentioning how much my Grandpa enjoyed my letters, how he would re-read them and smile... I never had a clue! Grandma would write notes and send cards on special occasions and "just because", but Grandpa NEVER wrote, if she hadn't mentioned it, I would never have known that someone so very dear to me even cared that I wrote...
I understand that he probably only completed 8th grade and may have been self-conscious of his spelling or penmanship, and that being from an old German family affection wasn't really spoken of that much, instead it was shown in sharing fun and special times together, usually involving food and a lot of laughter!
I remember walking out to the garden and he would point to these little brown papery globes on these little plants, he showed me how to ease the papery cover back and pop the golden ground cherries out from their casing and into my mouth, still warm from the sunshine and bursting with sweetness! (My daughter grew a bunch last summer which brought those memories back with every sweet bite, I know I've shed a tear for every ground cherry she harvested, and there were an awful lot of them!)
I also recall catching my first fish with Grandpa, a beautiful little "sunny". Honestly, I thought that it was much too pretty to eat, but I couldn't be such a weenie and say so in front of Grandpa, he was proud of me, and I wasn't gonna mess that up by being a sissy girl!
Grandpa made the most excellent potato pancakes...each time it was a major event, (he could be a bit of a ham), I adored him! He would grate mountains of potatoes and fry them to crispy perfection, I liked mine with sugar sprinkled on top, Grandma still has his recipe, but it's him that I miss, they could never taste as awesome without him...
But I digress...my point is that we should all TRY to make that extra effort to acknowledge those we love/care about and let them know how special they are to us. None of us know how many years, months, days, hours or minutes we have left in this world, I don't want to be wishing I had written that note, or made that phone call, etc. I want to have another good memory to hold on to for the rest of my days!
Love isn't love until you give it away, so I'll keep sending my sappy notes and such, whether I get responses back or not... *virtual hugs & kisses*
"May your compassion reach out to the ones we never hear from."
~ John O'Donohue ~
I understand that many folks lead incredibly busy lives, or are in super-busy phases of their lives (such as raising very active kids, etc.), but I feel that we are in a very sad time when people are too busy to reply to someone who has taken the time to say, write, text, e-mail, facebook, leave a voicemail, or contact them in any other way.
I mean hey, somebody has taken time out of their day to acknowledge YOU, they were thinking of you today and made the time to let you know. Isn't that truly a precious gift, deserving of even the briefest of responses?
I know that sometimes I can be overly sensitive, but when someone completely ignores my attempt to acknowledge them in a positive way, I feel as if I've waved at them in public and they just pretended that they didn't see me and walked away a little faster without even waving back...it is hurtful. I know that there are times when I get busy and forget to reply too, I feel bad when I realize it, and guilty for being upset with someone else...
Sometimes, I get angry and swear that I'm done with "so and so"! But later when I calm down I remember my Grandma once mentioning how much my Grandpa enjoyed my letters, how he would re-read them and smile... I never had a clue! Grandma would write notes and send cards on special occasions and "just because", but Grandpa NEVER wrote, if she hadn't mentioned it, I would never have known that someone so very dear to me even cared that I wrote...
I understand that he probably only completed 8th grade and may have been self-conscious of his spelling or penmanship, and that being from an old German family affection wasn't really spoken of that much, instead it was shown in sharing fun and special times together, usually involving food and a lot of laughter!
I remember walking out to the garden and he would point to these little brown papery globes on these little plants, he showed me how to ease the papery cover back and pop the golden ground cherries out from their casing and into my mouth, still warm from the sunshine and bursting with sweetness! (My daughter grew a bunch last summer which brought those memories back with every sweet bite, I know I've shed a tear for every ground cherry she harvested, and there were an awful lot of them!)
I also recall catching my first fish with Grandpa, a beautiful little "sunny". Honestly, I thought that it was much too pretty to eat, but I couldn't be such a weenie and say so in front of Grandpa, he was proud of me, and I wasn't gonna mess that up by being a sissy girl!
Grandpa made the most excellent potato pancakes...each time it was a major event, (he could be a bit of a ham), I adored him! He would grate mountains of potatoes and fry them to crispy perfection, I liked mine with sugar sprinkled on top, Grandma still has his recipe, but it's him that I miss, they could never taste as awesome without him...
But I digress...my point is that we should all TRY to make that extra effort to acknowledge those we love/care about and let them know how special they are to us. None of us know how many years, months, days, hours or minutes we have left in this world, I don't want to be wishing I had written that note, or made that phone call, etc. I want to have another good memory to hold on to for the rest of my days!
Love isn't love until you give it away, so I'll keep sending my sappy notes and such, whether I get responses back or not... *virtual hugs & kisses*
"May your compassion reach out to the ones we never hear from."
~ John O'Donohue ~
Monday, May 28, 2012
Support our troops every day, with just a couple of clicks
Please help feed hungry Veteran's every day, just click on the link below, then again on the blue "click here to give it's free" button.
http://www.theveteranssite.com/tpc/VET_linktous
THANK-YOU!!!
http://www.theveteranssite.com/tpc/VET_linktous
THANK-YOU!!!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
A gaggle of goslings...
When I lived in Cody, Wyoming (for a brief while in the 80's), one of the things I missed a lot was the honk-honk of Canada geese flying over. I missed seeing their "v's" flying over, hearing their honking, and probably most of all seeing the little fluffy goslings growing into gangly awkward tweens and eventually beautiful graceful adults which actually mate for life. :)
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
My Curmudgeon made fajita's last night, 'cause he knows I love 'em and used to get them on campus every May 5 back in the day...he spoils me so! :)
Some more flower pics:
Some more flower pics:
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| forgot name, love the color |
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| firewitch/cheddar pinks |
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| violet |
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| lily of the valley/ladders to heaven |
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| columbines |
Friday, April 20, 2012
Passports are here!
Mom and I both received our passports yesterday and we are SO excited! We don't actually leave until September, that seems like an awfully long time right now, but I'm sure it'll be here sooner than we think. I'm hoping to take about a bajillion photos, hopefully get a few worth sharing! Look out Ireland, we'll "soon" be on our way!
"May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places
Where your life is domesticated and safe,
Take you to the territories of true otherness
Where all that is awkward in you
Can fall into its own rhythm."
~ John O'Donohue ~
"May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places
Where your life is domesticated and safe,
Take you to the territories of true otherness
Where all that is awkward in you
Can fall into its own rhythm."
~ John O'Donohue ~
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
For you Mom...
I can hardly wait for our trip to the waters and the wild!!!
(Turn the sound on before you click the link.)
Love ya,
Deana
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Here is the poem:
The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
(Turn the sound on before you click the link.)
Love ya,
Deana
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Here is the poem:
The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
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