Actual conversation

October 26, 2007

Woman #1: I love cooking. Sometimes I feel bad because I spend so much time preparing dinner that the house looks kind of messy. But there is only so much time in the day, you know?

Woman #2: Yeah, I hear you about the time. Although I hate to cook. It’s so boring. I’m not very good at it either. My husband likes to cook though.

Woman #3: I don’t like cooking much either. But I love to clean. There is something so satisfying about cleaning.

Woman #2: Hmmmm, cleaning makes me want to drown myself in a bucket filled with bleach. My husband likes cleaning though.

Woman #1: So what DO you do?

Woman #2: Today I went to Target twice. And bought mascara.

off to see the librarian

October 25, 2007

It was her turn to bring the snack for story time at the library. Grapes and mini berry muffins that we baked together. Baked, being the key word, not made from scratch.

Anyway, the cuteness almost kills me.

Burdened by chemicals

I have a post up over at my poor neglected little blog, the red headed step child of my blogs:

If you are like me you are probably sipping your fair trade coffee and thinking, ‘I already buy hormone free milk, organically raised beef, eggs from free range hormone free hens, chickens that were raised with love, hand fed, and coddled like pets until the fateful day they had their heads chopped off. I clean with vinegar and water, and wash my sweatshop free, organic cotton clothing in all natural soap that leaves my clothes just as dirty as they went in the low energy-low water usage washing machine. And now I have to worry about this too?’

So, go on over and read if you feel like you don’t already have enough things to worry about. War, what war? My Saran Wrap is probably killing us as I type.

Broken

October 24, 2007

You might have noticed, you know if you have eyes, that the blog looks like it did awhile back. Also that it was gone all day.

That is because my new design broke. I don’t know how. I don’t know what it means, other than all of a sudden it was not working. FATAL ERROR was flashing at me. That sounds bad. Not just any old error, but a FATAL one.

And people smarter than me looked at it and tried to figure it out with no luck.

Imagine me shrugging here.

So now everything is all messed up and very unpretty. And I am rather tired of looking at it.

Trick or Treat, Is There An Age Limit?

October 23, 2007

I posed this question over at Parenting today.

I can’t really remember the last time I went trick-or-treating. I know I went in ninth grade with a friend of mine who lived in an apartment complex. I remember this because I realized this sort of trick or treating was a different animal. Where had it been all my life?

Some people think that is too old. What do you think? Do you care? As long as the kids are in costumes I am happy to give them candy. Who doesn’t want some free candy once a year?

I also went off on a small tangential rant about parents who let their kids run wild on Halloween night with no supervision. Every year I become more and more irritated by this, at the kids but mostly their parents. I want to grab the parents and say, “Be a PARENT for crying out loud.”

solitary

October 22, 2007

I love this photo. This horse was standing apart from all the others who were crowding around the perimeter of the fence.

The horse reminds me of myself. He is standing there, all alone, looking around at all the beautiful landscape, and thinking, “Yeah, this is nice, but how the hell did I get here?”

Doses of Fall

I drive by this lake (pond?) almost every day.

Here are the work horses at a nearby horse farm. My son takes horse back riding lessons here.

Then I drive back by the pond (lake?)

It was close to 90 degrees today. Enjoying the foliage is so much nicer when you don’t have to be cold also.

Daily Dose of Fall

These are the things I see everyday.

Sometimes you see the beautiful colors and scenery so much that you forget to really look at it. I have beauty fatigue!

That is one of the things I like about always having my camera with me. It reminds me to stop and really look through the viewfinder. And if I don’t the camera sits and mocks me from the passenger seat, much like my almost teenager does when he is in the car.

The view from the end of my driveway.

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