In the spirit of LL's blog entitled 'I challenge you all', I am posting this entirely benign blog
These are my cats, which we adopted from the pound over the summer a few weeks apart. They really love each other so much (when they arent pouncing on eaach other or wrestling each other into a pulp), even though they have only known each other a few months.
Anyway, I snapped this picture a few minutes ago.
Show us YOUR favorite endearing pet pic!
P.S. Blueeyes, hope we get to see your pics! . . .follow the good advice of wise Ready-woman, she knows of what she speaks!
I am contemplating taking a job in another city that is an hour or so direct flight from my home. My thought is to buy a condo in the city I am working in, stay there Mon through Thurs p.m., and fly back to my main home (where my children are) on weekends. A couple times a month I would expect to return home for extra long weekends as well.
To anyone out there who has had this kind of life, how well did it work? Did you feel too rootless? What are some of the unexpected hassles (besides the sheer travelling)? Pleasures? How quickly did you tire of it, if at all?
Thanks for any input
Willie Nelson's public statement regarding being caught with a bag
of Marijuana earlier this week while on a bus trip with his bandmates/friends (the average age of these folks was inthe 70s):
"It's a good thing I had a bag of Marijuana instead of a bag of spinach. I'd be dead by now."
I am a technological slug so I'm sure its something wrong with me but. . . Ive suddenly noticed a rash of pop ups when I come to this site. I know to chat I have to have the pop ups enabled but until recently this was never a big deal. Now, I dont know what to do. I dont want my kids getting on the computer and suddenly having some of these random popups in their face. If I want to chat however, and try to enable simply popups from this location it seems to invite every pop up under the sun in regardless
Anyone else experiencing this?
Okay, we've all had our less than perfect moments. Sometimes I think we HAVE to have these imperfect moments to keep us humble and to remind us 'there but for the Grace of God . . . '
Anyway, hadnt thought about this in many years but for reasons I wont bore you with, I did today. This is the story of my worst parenting moment (at least, SO FAR - LOL) . . . can anyone top this? . . .
I'd just had my second child. Both children were still infants (one was 3 weeks old and the other 14 months) so needless to say I was a mess - exhausted, zombie, going through the motions. I wouldnt be till several months later we would learn why this second child cried so much or was always so sick (terrible allergies, ear infections caused him to be essentially deaf until he was 9 months old so he was always upset unless he was being held)
Anyway, one day, after leaving the older child at his parents day out program, I decided to stop by Target on the way home to buy diapers for the infant After we arrived, I went in, did my business, bought the diapers and, much to my suprise, bought NOTHING else. [Usually, when I enter Target with the intention of buying one item, I spend an additional 45 minutes and buy 30 others . . . but not this day. For some reason I stuck to my plan and just bought the diapers.]
Anyway, as I am leaving the store and walking across the parking lot, I hear the sound of a baby crying. I think to myself, 'Oh my God, what BIT*** would leave a child alone in a car' . . . as I conintue to walk, with great righteous indignation toward the sound, I realize it is coming from MY CAR. With growing horror I realize I know the cry and it is from my own child.
Yes, I'd left my baby in the car, unattended, unlocked, and alone while I went in the store to shop. And for several minutes. I spent the next ten minutes crying in the car because I thought how many horrible things COULD HAVE HAPPENED given my stupidity in that moment when I simply forgot I had the baby with me and left him alone, in an unlocked car, on a hot day (luckily with a window open but still . . .)
Only two weeks earlier a child had died in a car from heat. I could have been (and would have deserved to be) cited for child neglect or endangerment. My child could have been taken by a a stranger.
I've often thought about that moment and why I 'screwed up' that day - how does a loving parent make a mistake like that? I honestly dont know why I forgot my baby excep that maybe, b/c he wasnt crying when I arrived at the store, I literally forgot he was there (b/c he cried so much otherwise during those early months). Or it could have just been a lesson from the universe to me that we ALL screw up and thats just the way it is . . . Some of us are just lucky enough that, when we screw up, we dont pay a huge price.
How about you, any confessions of terrible moments (as a parent or not as a parent). . . ?
Okay, nothing more humorous than making fun of your own profession, so here goes . . . TOP TEN THINGS THAT SOUND NASTY IN LAW BUT REALLY ARENT:
10. Have you looked through her briefs?
9. He is one hard judge!
8. Counselor, let's do it in chambers.
7. His attorney withdrew at the last minute.
6. Is it a penal offense?
5. Better leave the handcuffs on.
4. For $200 an hour, she better be good!
3. Can you get him to drop his suit?
2. The judge have her the stiffest one he could.
And the #1 dirty law statement? . . .
1. Think you get him off?
I'm amazed by the range of human experience I've seen on this site, mostly negative. To that end, I thought I'd share the following; its called 'Desiderata' and was written by Max Ehrmann, copyright 1952.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.
I think folks need to read this daily . . .
Okay, just want to know if this is crazy. Today, 5:00 a.m., flew to NY for mid day meetings; returned this evening on same airline/flight and to same gate. Have flown this many a time.
NEVER however have I been told 'the captain needs a volunteer to move from a seat in the first three rows toward the back of the plane b/c there is a weight issue'!!!!
I volunteered of course since everyone else sat there with the dead trout sucking air look. . . and b/c if the plane crashed it wouldnt be bc MY fat ass was in a the front of the plane making the nose cone dip down!
What the heck? This is a large jet, only 3/4 full; most folks are without a lot of luggage (they sure as hell cant carry much on planes anymore as it is!).
most travellers on this flight are like me and just literally flying up for a day of meetings - HOW ON EARTH COULD THEY NEED TO REDISTRIBUTE BY ONE PERSON'S BODY WEIGHT the ten or so feet to a different section. If its that precarious distribution that doesnt make me feel good . . .
I havent been uncomfortable flying in a while but every time the plane banked to one side or the other, I found myself leaning into the turn (like when you ride a motorbike) just in case my weight wasnt redistributed enough . . .
* * *
Just want to say that I posted this on 8/23 and 4 days later there is an awful plane crash in Lexington (I live very nearby in Louisville, have flown in/out of there etc.) I am so sorry for all those folks and their families. I am sure whatever caused this will be determined and help make future flying even safer but it still makes me incredibly sad for all of those killed.
This is a serious question and I would sincerely appreciate honest responses:
How do you respond to your children when/if they ask you about your own experiences with drugs when you were younger?
If you have adult children, would you have handled answering this question any differently looking back from the vantage point of today? If so, why?
I recently bought a wonderful hundred year old house. The minute I walked in this house I knew I was going to buy it, even though it was not grand or beautiful in an obvious way. The house exuded a welcoming warmth that was, to me, palpable; healing bands of promise and hope seemed to radiate throughout it. The house seemed to have been constructed by some greater power to PERFECTLY answer my needs and prayers at that moment in time.
My instincts have proven right so far. The house has been magical for myself and my children as a place to rebuild and regroup on all levels. When strangers first enter the house, almost every time, they remark on how positive the house feels, how serene, and nurturing. My son, who has been filled with fears of every sort in the last year or so, has NEVER been afraid in this house, even for the several days we had to sleep in the stone-walled basement when our a/c was in disrepair. I truly believe the house is "possessed" by something POSITIVE whatever IT is.
My experiences in this house set me thinking about spirits that haunt older houses and how REAL they might be. Have you encountered something unexplained in a home you have lived in? Did you believe that it might represent a spirit of sorts? Or do you believe that the notion of spirits (benign or ill) is just plain hooey?
Okay, need some honest input here.
In a few weeks, I am going to be doing my first non-churchy kind of musical gig in 20 years. Problem is, I used to know hours worth of music but I realize now its REALLY dated - heavy on folk, 60s and 70s, with a few obscure things thrown in. Is it my imagination (or pathetic fantasy) that this is the kind of stuff folks might still enjoy hearing if its a fun venue and FREE and there are not unreasonable expectations that we are rock stars?
So tell me: What music do you absolutely HATE to hear when you go to an open air festival type gathering? Are you sick beyond caring with the Peter Paul and Mary type stuff? CSN? Bob Dylan? James Taylor? Joni Mitchell? Arlo Guthrie?
Obviously, its all in the delivery. Perhaps hearing a tired old standby but with a refreshing new take on it (e.g., a female vocal and violin overlay for Guthries 'Comin' Into Los Angeles? . . . ) might make even the most wretched song redeeming?
Anyway, give me an idea of the tunes you've heard one too many times at your local pub or coffee shop so I can strike if off my list!!!
Update . . . I tried to post a response on this blog (b/c I much appreciated all the input) and then the entire blog vanished. Well, if it ever reappears again, just know that I appreciated your input : )
Okay, two questions since I'm very recently divorced:
One: Would you hold it against a potential relationship/date if their name was the same as your Ex? . . .I have unfortunately recently suffered this affliction
Two: Has anyone RUN INTO their ex via the online dating thing? I'd really be curious about 'how small' the world can really be . . .
This forum seemed like a good place to get advice from a diverse audience (with a diversity of opinion) so here goes:
After 20 years of owning cats, I am now ready to move on to owning a dog. Partly its to try something new and partly its because my sons would really enjoy one, and frankly I would too. Anyway, I dont think I am particularly educated about this subject, but I guess I do have opinions.
I want a 'big' dog - e.g., one that is not a kickball size fluff of fur. I want an animal that will run around the park with us, follow us on our bike rides, maybe fetch a frisbee or too, and it certainly better fetch a tennis ball. So far, I dont think I'm being too picky . . .
I'd also like a dog that is not terribly hyper but is good with kids. One that will be their companion through the years in that rock solid sort of way that will bring them home from college to visit and say 'hi' to the dog if not to me. One that will growl at the appropriate times (e.g. at night when someone prowls through our yard) but otherwise be a marshmallow.
Now here's where I may be getting too picky: I'd also like a dog that doesnt drool a whole lot. Its not that I am terribly finicky but more pragmatic: I have a relatively small car and when transported I dont want to get drenched as it shakes its furry head out my window or on my car seats. I'd also be thrilled if it didnt shed alot or chew too much but I'm realistic enough to know that that may be setting expectations too high, especially when it is a puppy.
Anyway, I'm leaning toward a retriever or labradoodle but admittedly have no real canine expertise. The only dog I had growing up was a much beloved but rather mentally challenged cocker spaniel . . .
If anyone has an opinion and wants to share it on any of the aforementioned breeds (or suggestions for the perfect candidate that I have overlooked) please advise.
Oh, also, advice on the subject of caging during the day would be appreciated to (e.g., how hard is this to train a dog to do; is it effective or would a decent basement space suffice).