I’m stirring the pot.
When I was a kid the presidential election was between Mondale and Reagan. My grandma was solidly in the Mondale camp. My family was solidly in the Reagan camp. And my Grandma spent the winter with us. It was tense, and it got even more tense when I mentioned one night at the dinner table that a boy in my class had the nerve to say that his family was voting for Mondale. I got the parent stare…you know…the one parents give and believe that if they stare with enough intensity, the stare will work like a Jedi mind trick and leave the kid with no words. Only good thoughts. Thoughts that will please the Grandma. The funny thing is that my dad said to me (he might deny this now. Hi dad!) that it didn’t matter who was president; he deserves respect. I believe this. I was annoyed during the inauguration when people were whooping and hollering like they were at a football game. I was yelling at the radio in my living room, “What’s wrong with you people! It’s a Presidential Inauguration! Show some respect!” I am officially a crotchety old person; not just because I yell at inanimate objects in my living room, but because I tend to be rather traditional. We sing this one song at church sometimes that has this line that goes, and I realize that I’m taking this out of context, lift my hands and spin around. I dislike this song immensely. Because really, I’m not spinning. And if I’m honest, I really don’t want to see anyone else spinning in church. It seems inappropriate to me.
Anyway, back to respecting presidents. I am a parent to two children who attend a public school. It is highly possible that, on Tuesday, they will be watching a message addressed to them by President Obama. There is a framed letter from President Obama in the hallway of their school with his picture next to it, just as there was the exact same thing when George W. was President. He is the U.S. President. So far he’s not my favorite president and I don’t agree with a lot of his policies, but my kids will be watching, and we will be discussing what he said. And IF he says anything controversial to them (and I doubt he will), we will sit and discuss it as a family unit. I want them to know what they believe because they know it, not because I gave them no other option. We live in a country where people have opposing opinions. It’s what makes it great. “No dissenting opinions” in either direction is disrespectful (not to mention a big ol’ nasty bag of trouble.) To this country. To our soldiers. To our people. To the people trying to get in.
How great would it be if, when asked how they felt about the speech, they said, “I liked this and this, but this not so much. Here’s why…” I cannot tell you how that would make my year.
Pip got me tickets to this guy’s concert in November. I’m pretty excited. 🙂
And of course embedding is disabled, so click it. It’s worth it.
Almost 2 years ago I posted about the cats we acquired through an attempt to relieve the guilt we felt over things not working out with Elsie the greyhound. Mmmm, yes. We should have just let that wave of guilt crash onto the shores of our souls and return to the ocean of feelings the way that nature intended. Because now we have them and 2 of the 4 people inhabiting this house don’t really like them so much. We have figured out (sadly, through trial and error) that we just are not pet people. Be that as it may, our children ARE. Or they love the one’s we have. Whatever it is, we are stuck with these two furry (VERY FURRY!) creatures until the end of their life.
They (Princess and Charlie) do not make it easy for us to love them. Everyone says they’re wonderful, but I think that’s because they’re kind of like Eddie Haskell from “Leave it to Beaver”. They’re great around other people. They prance around going, “Oooo look at me! How nice and cute am I? Aren’t they evil to talk about me like that? Wait…what’s that smell? Oh right. I wrecked the litter box and it smells like the coffins of a thousand zombies in the house now. Where were we? Oh yeah…look at how cute I am!”
A few months ago Charlie ripped open his belly and required surgery to clean it out and cut off the dead flesh. Nice no? We don’t know how this happened but we assume it is the direct result of having an extra few pounds of skin from his overweight days catching on something (a nail? a fencepost?) and his decision to keep walking. He was in a cone for a month.
This weekend we noticed drips of blood around the food bowl and upon further investigation found that Princess had ripped herself 3 new (thinking of a nice word…thinking…thinking…not happening) poop holes. After some research we found that it is probably a ruptured anal sack. I’d post a picture of what that is, but since I read most of the blogs I follow while eating breakfast, I will spare you the image. You’re welcome. Advice from vets online (I admit said “vet” could be the kid next door) said to put some Neosporin on it and put a cone on the cat. Having thrown out the cone from Charlie’s incident, we went to Petco and found a variety of cones. FOR UPWARDS OF $30!! You have got to be kidding me. But she needed a cone, so what does one do when faced with this predicament. You’re probably thinking “Go to the vet”, but no! I made one. Out of some leftover oilcloth and some duct tape. And it was free. We are in “monitor and see” mode around here. Just be glad you aren’t the one doing the monitoring. It is really unpleasant.
I’m currently chuckling because I can’t type, hear or say that title without thinking about the way Pip usually does that. When we were dating Pip was in a band and they used to test the sound using this phrase instead: “Testes…Testes…1…2…3?”. Makes me laugh every time. Speaking of testes, I saw a bumper sticker the other day that had a pink ribbon and said “Save the Tata’s”. I think we should even the score and come out with a bumper sticker that says “Save the Testes” because testicular cancer is important too.
Wow, that was totally random. By the way, I’m back. The kids are back in school and I am back in this little space, and I’m making a few changes. I think I stopped writing so much because I didn’t feel like I was being honest. My life is not all crafting and fun. I do that and I love it, but this space was originally a place for me to write out feelings, thoughts and a little crafting. Along the way I started feeling like I couldn’t trust you all with parts of me (recurring theme for me), so it became all crafting all the time. Not good for me. So, let’s begin again shall we? I will be writing more in this space of mine and you are free to read and comment. I have decided that I am silly and that the people that I love and care about are the people I need to trust to love me as I am. Crazy opinions, thoughts, musings and all. It’s good to be back. I’ve missed this.
I just took this picture of the sprinkler going in the yard next door. Unfortunately you can’t see it very well. Unfortunaltely what you can see well is the two slats missing from our porch swing. Note to self: Fix that. 🙂 Our neighbor has an obsession. He’s obsessed with watering lawns. I’m rather certain that most of the water waste in the Denver metro area is due to this man’s crazy obsession with watering. It has been in the 70’s this week and to be honest even we have taken the hoses out of hibernation and watered the backyard a couple times. Our neighbor however has been watering the “yards” (he and his son live next to each other) since 7:45 a.m. It is now 1:32 p.m. amd it doesn’t look like it’s going to end soon. Last summer his frenetic watering was almost comical (you know, if you don’t think about the global effects of such overindulgence) as he would water only during the hours they tell you NOT to water. And not just some of those hours (10-6.) ALL of them. EVERY day. And mowing 4 times a week. Wow.
Anyway, enough about him…The kids and I are going to start seeds in the house this year to see if we actually get some tomatoes to ripen and grow before it freezes. We also plan to start some perennials for the new front yard re do and for a flower bed in the back. And speaking of kids, DQ now has bangs. She loves them and I think it’s the most exciting thing that happened to her this year. I know this will change though as she has a birthday coming up and she’s getting a certain something she’s been wanting for a very long time. Here’s a picture. I think we may be more excited than she is. 🙂 Enough rambling. Time to do some cleaning.
I’m still here. Explanation: When we returned home from our vacation to Phoenix over the holidays we found that our computer died…alone…without us there to hold it’s…power button? Anyway, we needed to save and wait for a certain check from the government to get the computer we wanted to replace the old desktop. In the interim we were using a VERY OLD laptop running Windows 98. Yes, old. All that to say there was no way to upload pictures and it took forever to type out anything of length. We got our new laptop last weekend and I love it. Love it, love it, love it. BUT I still don’t know how to upload pics because as far as I can tell there is no card reader, and without a card reader I need to call in the help of my in-house technical staff: Pip. Pip has been busy lately, so I still don’t have any pictures for you. Sorry. Also, remember to back up your hard drive onto an external hard drive, because even though we did that, we had not done that since before our trip to Nashville. This means that every picture from Nashville that I did not post to this blog is lost (or on our old hard drive that we can’t get to.) Let this be a lesson to you. And me. I’ll be back with full color posts soon. I am still alive. Thanks for checking. 🙂