30 in 30

I've heard that November is National Blogging Month. Soooooooo, I'm jumping on the 30 posts in 30 days bandwagon. 2 down, 28 to go.

I'm spending time out west with 5 of our grand children, from the ages of 8 months to eight years. To say the least, I've watched enough cartoons to last me for the rest of my life.

Cartoons were strange enough when my kids were little - BUT NOW - whooooooo, they go way beyond weird.

For the next 5 days I'm going to give you my thoughts on some of the cartoons that I have enjoyed (and not so enjoyed) over the last few days.

Yo Gabba Gabba- Low budget animation. Songs like; I Like Bugs, and I Tried It and Now I Like It. By-the-way the lyrics for these two songs are; I like Bugs, and I Tried It and Now I Like It. Yep, same words sung over and over again. Thrown in randomly, throughout the half hour show, are tidbits of wisdom. This mornings episode talked about germs (don't eat dirty food) and how to draw a cat. A chubby lady, in gold spandex, danced around. I don't have a clue what the song she was singing was about, cause I was so totally mesmerized by her jiggling belly fat. The host of this show is a young black man reminescent of Steve Urkel, dressed in a neon "fro", big glasses, and spandex body suit. - Folks, I'm not making this stuff up.

This show gets a thumbs down from me - but it gives me hope that when the time comes, there will be a job oportunity for my Big J!

Tomorrow - Ruby and Max

Big J's World

He forgot to take his medicine AGAIN today. Drove up to school to give it to him.

In front of all the parents and faculty in the office he says " But mom, I could have sworn that I took my medicine this morning...are you sure you aren't overdosing me"? Heads turned.

Then - he says, "Oh, while you're here, would you sign this"? Seems my boy has been tardy 4 times already. Does he take his head with him when he leaves the house?

A Book Review

I've just finished reading the fourth book, in The Big Stone Gap Series, by Adriana Trigiani.

Big Stone Gap, Big Cherry Holler, Milk Glass Moon, and Home to Big Stone Gap, are set, nestled deeply, in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia. Ave Maria Mulligan MacChesney's (say that 3 times real fast) life is filled with family and friends, joy and sorrow, ups and downs. Trigiani weaves a story so poignant, that sometimes it almost hurts to continue to read. Like life, these books are bittersweet. I am always sorry when I come to the end. I am left wanting more.

The characters are so vivid - so real. Luckily I already have a Jack Mac for a husband, and several Ettas (daughters that are dear to me). But I long for an Iva Lou, or a Fleeta in my life. I have very wonderful friends, but none as colorful as these two. None close by, who can hold me when I cry and shed tears of happiness or of pain.

I can't wait to try out some of the recipes included in Home to Big Stone Gap...Fiona McGuiness's Shortbread, Shorty Johsnon's Biscuits and Gravy, Nancy Kilgore-Hall's Wedding Mints - YUM!

I'm looking forward to reading Lucia, Lucia on the flight out to Denver, but the Big Stone Gap series is so good, I can't imagine how they can be topped.

Adriana Trigiani, I thank you, for touching my heart...bringing tears to my eyes...putting a smile on my face.

Very Bad Poetry

Or Poetry in Very Bad Taste - your choice.

My butt is so sore
As I sit on the seat and rid my poor body of taters and meat
That I ate for my dinner tonight.

Sometimes it is veggies
Like tomatoes and corn that make my tummy rumble and mourn.
Cause I ate food I know it won't like.

Milk, Cabbage, pepper, mustard,
Onions, blueberries, apples, oatmeal, pears, oranges, soy, chocolate (okay, I'm trying to find some rhyming words here, but it's not going so well).
You get my drift.

Oh what joy and rejoicing
If I only had stock, instead of always being in hock
With the company that makes Imodium!

Accepting applause / or hiding under a bush.

An Overwhelming Feeling of Dread

When talking on the phone with my husband today, he mentioned that I sounded depressed. I said "I think I am, but I don't know why". He then replied, "you always get like this before you go on a trip". I realized that he was right.

You see, I love going to see my kids and grand kids. I miss them soooooo much .

BUT

I'm afraid to fly, and airports bring about a panic that I can barely conceal. Still, this is something much more. It's a dark, deep seeded feeling. It washes over me a few days before my planned departure. It's opressive. I feel like I can't breathe. Melancholy? Maybe thats a good word to describe it.

I don't feel this way when Steve is going with me, only when I leave on my own. When he goes off on a trip, I miss him terribly - BUT - I don't have this feeling of gloom and doom. Is it because, when I am at home, I am surrounded with his things? Surrounded by "the familiar"...


...a book left on his bedside table, his shirt hanging on the back of the closet door, his cologne on the bathroom counter?

I don't know.

I'll enjoy being with my daughters. I'll kiss my grandchildren until they push me away. I'll laugh, and eat, and probably shop. Then when it's time to go back home, I'll wonder how I can leave them.

BUT

An invisible bond will pull me. Pull me back to the man that I love, my best friend, my everything. Because, he is home. My home...filled with the familiar.

Worry Should Be My Middle Name

I worry about EVERYTHING! I'm not kidding. If I was paid to worry I'd be a gazillionaire. Lately I've been worried about such things as:

The state of our Nation ( political, moral, financial, etc. etc.)

That George is going to kill my Mexican Heather, by peeing on it every time he goes outside.

That my neighbors might think I'm lazy cause by kitchen window needs to be washed.

That I'm going to get lost in the airport on Thursday.

Thank I'm going to get lost in the airport a week from Saturday.

That nobody is going to read my blog.

That lots of people will read my blog.

That we won't be able to "afford" to get the kids, and grand kids, much for Christmas this year.

That I'm never going to lose weight.

That I'm going to end up in a wheel chair soon.

That I'll never figure out how to use my new camera.

Etc. , etc., etc.

This morning I started worrying about the calendar in my bathroom. It's one of those "page a day" calendars, with a pug on each page, with quotes about dogs. Since I'm going out west to see 3 of my girls and 5 of my grandchildren, should I go ahead and look and all the pages from the 10/30 - 11/whenever it is that I'm coming back, OR, should I wait and look and them all when I get home?

Please John Q. Public - tell me what to do, so that I have one less thing to worry about!

Smiles and Boats

This is one of my beautiful daughters. Want to know what I do to get such a great smile from Sariah-Lynn? Well I'll tell ya - I make her some Bologna Boats. Yup, Blogona Boats. Want to know how I make em? Okay - here goes:

1. Fry up some bologna.

2. Top "boats" with some mashed potatoes.

3. Top suds with some grated cheese.

4. Put them in a 350 degree oven till cheese melts.

5. Enjoy!

What to know how I make her smile even more? I finish the meal with some Rice Krispie Treats. Yup, that'll do it every time.

I love you Sariah-Lynn!