One Word Wednesday
Today's word is: Heart
Today's word is: Heart
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Would Paradise Really Serve Burgers?
Word of the Post
Today's word is: locus
/lo"cus/ noun
A place, a locality; site. Plural is "loci" pronounced /lo"sy/
The scavenger hunt took us to several varied loci.
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I have so many things on my mind today, I don't know exactly where to start. I suppose I shall just let things tumble out, and I will quit when I reach a good stopping point. Wouldn't want to overwhelm you all with everything. Might get droll.
Friday, I went with my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law to the Affair of the Heart. I have a few things that I always look for. I didn't see the guy who makes pottery for his wife to paint Beatles lyrics on. That is way too much money for me to spend, anyway, and all for DH, not me. I of course make a reservation in my time for Goodies Unlimited. Aubrey makes the best soaps, lotions and lip balms. We have grown to have a rapport that benefits us both. I love her Everything Balm, and buy a few things every time I visit. I found Roy who makes Pens. I got one for Dad last October, for his birthday. It was a .308 shell with a black walnut top. If you know guns, you can see it in your head. If you don't know guns, you only need to know that is was a cool wooden pen with a shotgun shell as the bottom of it. Dad loved it. They have one building that always seems to get the tackiest of the exhibits. I don't know why that is. I am not into the flashy stuff, but there is a whole building full of it!
Today we went to lunch with the family. DH's mom won't let us pay for meals, especially when she invites us to come. SIL and I both told the waitress that we were wanting separate checks, and SIL got the "mother glare" from across the table. She didn't catch me until we had three checks in three little books. She literally took the book from my hands with force, and said playfully, "I win!". SIL was out feeding Gum Drop, so she stood not a chance of paying for herself and Jelly Bean. "We didn't invite you to lunch to make you pay!" I answered that with, "We didn't accept expecting free food." I mean, I knew it was a restaurant. I know it costs money to eat. Both our moms do that when they are around. When they visited at the same time, they discussed it at length, and then decided that they would each pay for the dinners of their daughters. MIL paid for SIL and her family, and Mom paid for me and DH. It is funny to watch them twitch when we want to pay for ourselves. Seriously, when I lived at home, it would have been craziness for me to suggest that I pay for anything other than the gas in my car. I still offered to pay for some things. I was raised with at least a pretense of honor.
This 888 challenge is kicking me right now. Basically, it is one book a week, all year long, with a few extras thrown in somewhere. I am a month behind. I officially started reading the first book on February 1. I am reading slowly for me. This kind of book I could read in two days usually. This one has taken me more than a week. I am seriously losing my touch. It's not as if I have a clean house to show for the lack of reading. No, actually, I have a mess, and no ambition to fix it. If I had more than a husband and two cats to blame, I would probably be yelling at them right now to clean up their rooms. No such luck. I need to yell at ME.
I want to achieve a balance in our home. I have no idea where to start on that, either. Fly Lady and books on cleaning and organization... (shaking my head in total dismay) I am to the point of hiring a cleaning service, but I don't have the money. Like many others before me, I want my home to be cleaner before I let anyone else in to do the deep cleaning. I have an addiction to stuff, and it clutters and stresses my life. I don't feel comfortable letting people in my home, and that is against the hospitality I desire to show to anyone who knocks. Patterns, lists and budgets have all failed, because I don't keep up with them any better than the dishes.
Bible study fails me, too. I don't read much recently, and the Bible usually isn't it when I bother. We have been studying on Sundays about creating Spiritual Maturity. {Edit: Technically, the words were Spiritual Discipline. I am simply unDisciplined.} Prayer, Meditation, Fasting, Silence. All things to improve our personal walk with God, and help the Spiritual Growth of the church. Pretty sad, because the only thing I think I have accomplished is this new-found sense of inadequacy. Huzzah! Lent started this week, but since the church of Christ at large does not celebrate that, I have not given up anything. I have been my usual selfish self. ME ME ME ME ME ME ME! How empty and unsatisfying. Solomon knew this feeling. "Vanity, vanity, all is vanity." His knowledge of nothing new under the sun was revolutionary then, and still is. When we give up our thoughts of self, we can then fully appreciate what God really has in His plans for us. We can explore what freedom in Christ really is. But we have to still our own pride first. OUCH, that is a painful test.
Why is it that commercials are played so much louder than the movie? Why is it that movies don't get shown on TV with the subtitles available? I could really use that after DH goes to bed, and I stay up late and mindlessly type my brains out. Speaking of which, it is really late. I should get in bed. Sunday will be miserable if I do not get some rest. I have not had the terrible cough since Wednesday. The teas and potions did the trick. I am feeling so much better these days. The exhaustion of spending all day Friday on my feet was not fun today, but it didn't stop me from being lazy, either. I cherish my lazy Saturdays.
Happy reading to you all!
Today's word is: locus
/lo"cus/ noun
A place, a locality; site. Plural is "loci" pronounced /lo"sy/
The scavenger hunt took us to several varied loci.
~~~~~~~~~~
I have so many things on my mind today, I don't know exactly where to start. I suppose I shall just let things tumble out, and I will quit when I reach a good stopping point. Wouldn't want to overwhelm you all with everything. Might get droll.
Friday, I went with my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law to the Affair of the Heart. I have a few things that I always look for. I didn't see the guy who makes pottery for his wife to paint Beatles lyrics on. That is way too much money for me to spend, anyway, and all for DH, not me. I of course make a reservation in my time for Goodies Unlimited. Aubrey makes the best soaps, lotions and lip balms. We have grown to have a rapport that benefits us both. I love her Everything Balm, and buy a few things every time I visit. I found Roy who makes Pens. I got one for Dad last October, for his birthday. It was a .308 shell with a black walnut top. If you know guns, you can see it in your head. If you don't know guns, you only need to know that is was a cool wooden pen with a shotgun shell as the bottom of it. Dad loved it. They have one building that always seems to get the tackiest of the exhibits. I don't know why that is. I am not into the flashy stuff, but there is a whole building full of it!
Today we went to lunch with the family. DH's mom won't let us pay for meals, especially when she invites us to come. SIL and I both told the waitress that we were wanting separate checks, and SIL got the "mother glare" from across the table. She didn't catch me until we had three checks in three little books. She literally took the book from my hands with force, and said playfully, "I win!". SIL was out feeding Gum Drop, so she stood not a chance of paying for herself and Jelly Bean. "We didn't invite you to lunch to make you pay!" I answered that with, "We didn't accept expecting free food." I mean, I knew it was a restaurant. I know it costs money to eat. Both our moms do that when they are around. When they visited at the same time, they discussed it at length, and then decided that they would each pay for the dinners of their daughters. MIL paid for SIL and her family, and Mom paid for me and DH. It is funny to watch them twitch when we want to pay for ourselves. Seriously, when I lived at home, it would have been craziness for me to suggest that I pay for anything other than the gas in my car. I still offered to pay for some things. I was raised with at least a pretense of honor.
This 888 challenge is kicking me right now. Basically, it is one book a week, all year long, with a few extras thrown in somewhere. I am a month behind. I officially started reading the first book on February 1. I am reading slowly for me. This kind of book I could read in two days usually. This one has taken me more than a week. I am seriously losing my touch. It's not as if I have a clean house to show for the lack of reading. No, actually, I have a mess, and no ambition to fix it. If I had more than a husband and two cats to blame, I would probably be yelling at them right now to clean up their rooms. No such luck. I need to yell at ME.
I want to achieve a balance in our home. I have no idea where to start on that, either. Fly Lady and books on cleaning and organization... (shaking my head in total dismay) I am to the point of hiring a cleaning service, but I don't have the money. Like many others before me, I want my home to be cleaner before I let anyone else in to do the deep cleaning. I have an addiction to stuff, and it clutters and stresses my life. I don't feel comfortable letting people in my home, and that is against the hospitality I desire to show to anyone who knocks. Patterns, lists and budgets have all failed, because I don't keep up with them any better than the dishes.
Bible study fails me, too. I don't read much recently, and the Bible usually isn't it when I bother. We have been studying on Sundays about creating Spiritual Maturity. {Edit: Technically, the words were Spiritual Discipline. I am simply unDisciplined.} Prayer, Meditation, Fasting, Silence. All things to improve our personal walk with God, and help the Spiritual Growth of the church. Pretty sad, because the only thing I think I have accomplished is this new-found sense of inadequacy. Huzzah! Lent started this week, but since the church of Christ at large does not celebrate that, I have not given up anything. I have been my usual selfish self. ME ME ME ME ME ME ME! How empty and unsatisfying. Solomon knew this feeling. "Vanity, vanity, all is vanity." His knowledge of nothing new under the sun was revolutionary then, and still is. When we give up our thoughts of self, we can then fully appreciate what God really has in His plans for us. We can explore what freedom in Christ really is. But we have to still our own pride first. OUCH, that is a painful test.
Why is it that commercials are played so much louder than the movie? Why is it that movies don't get shown on TV with the subtitles available? I could really use that after DH goes to bed, and I stay up late and mindlessly type my brains out. Speaking of which, it is really late. I should get in bed. Sunday will be miserable if I do not get some rest. I have not had the terrible cough since Wednesday. The teas and potions did the trick. I am feeling so much better these days. The exhaustion of spending all day Friday on my feet was not fun today, but it didn't stop me from being lazy, either. I cherish my lazy Saturdays.
Happy reading to you all!
Monday, February 4, 2008
Cast A Vote To The Winds Of Change
Word of the Post
Today's word is: commensurate
/com*men"su*rate/ adjective
To be equal in size, degree or extent; to adjust, to proportionate; to reduce to a common measure.
Often in job searches, salary is supposed to be commensurate with experience. To get more pay, show more education and spend more time gaining experience. Or stay in your job until you have nothing else to live for. Then the exit is commensurate.
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I have had a cold, and the cough just won't go away. Don't you hate that? I would love to know that I can breathe normally again someday. I am a night owl by nature, so I feel great in the evening. Morning, however, is my enemy. Sleeping has been full of motion. I toss and turn constantly. I try each side for a moment, front and back too. I wake up often. I feel better, I do something normal. Then, I lay down at night and have a coughing fit. I have gotten to the point that I am stir crazy. I had to get out of the house and breathe different air. Being cooped up in the house is tough. Depression and restlessness (mental, not the physical kind caused by my sleeplessness) do funny things to me. I don't have a lot of patience with myself. I push to get well as soon as I can. Sometimes, I overdo it. I have been pushing my luck all week.
Being allergic to milk, I had to stay away from hot cocoa while scrounging for something hot to calm my throat. Ferret told me to "step away from the cocoa!" I did drink a lot of hot spiced tea, hot pink lemonade (I know it sounds weird, but it is better than some alternatives) and some of Grams Rose's special tea. I don't like tea, as a rule. Grams' tea is hot water, apple cider vinegar and honey. It is bitter and sweet, and it works. It tastes awful. Roadrunner put it best: "It scares the germs away, so they don't have to have more of it."
Last Friday, I went out with several women from church for a Girls' Night Out. It was an eye-opening experience. We did a lot of laughing. I realize now that I was shocked by one thing. One of the ladies didn't know me very well, and asked, "Are you even 30 yet?" I laughed out loud. It has been a long time since someone assumed I was in my 20's, and wow, it felt good. I was considered 18 from the day I turned 14 until the year I turned 24. Since then, I haven't really settled into an age. People usually assume somewhere between 24 and 28. I like hanging out with younger people, it keeps me young. I ignore my age and my weight. I figure they are just numbers, and they don't have any bearing on what I am as a person. We can only get older. Best to laugh. Ha ha ha!
DH was happy to have the evening to himself. He went to Goldie's. This particular restaurant is going to close soon, according to local rumor. He likes the burgers, and they have a pickle bar. I have never enjoyed eating there. Out of the maybe six times I have eaten there, I have NOT gotten sick only once. Puts a little damper on getting excited about going there together.
Tomorrow is Super Tuesday. Many states are deciding what candidate to push toward the final battle for President. I am having a little trepidation about voting. I will vote in the primary for my party. The problem is that the guy I really wanted to support has dropped out of the race. UGH! I am left with few choices. Who really matches what I believe? Who is the least likely to be against my major issues? I don't like voting negatively, to find a name to stop the one I like the least. But can I call my vote a positive one?
There is also the matter of voting for a new Superintendent of Schools for our fair City. I have only seen the name of one contender for the job, and I know nothing about him or what the job entails. I have tried to find out if I can vote for the Party nomination, and not vote for the Superintendent, and still have my vote included as complete. I suppose I shall find out tomorrow if I do not find any more information tonight online. {Edit: The school issue was not on my ballot, just the President. In Oklahoma, McCain won for the Republicans and Hitlery (I mean Hillary) won for the Democrats.}
God Bless America! (no matter the outcome of the voting)
Today's word is: commensurate
/com*men"su*rate/ adjective
To be equal in size, degree or extent; to adjust, to proportionate; to reduce to a common measure.
Often in job searches, salary is supposed to be commensurate with experience. To get more pay, show more education and spend more time gaining experience. Or stay in your job until you have nothing else to live for. Then the exit is commensurate.
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I have had a cold, and the cough just won't go away. Don't you hate that? I would love to know that I can breathe normally again someday. I am a night owl by nature, so I feel great in the evening. Morning, however, is my enemy. Sleeping has been full of motion. I toss and turn constantly. I try each side for a moment, front and back too. I wake up often. I feel better, I do something normal. Then, I lay down at night and have a coughing fit. I have gotten to the point that I am stir crazy. I had to get out of the house and breathe different air. Being cooped up in the house is tough. Depression and restlessness (mental, not the physical kind caused by my sleeplessness) do funny things to me. I don't have a lot of patience with myself. I push to get well as soon as I can. Sometimes, I overdo it. I have been pushing my luck all week.
Being allergic to milk, I had to stay away from hot cocoa while scrounging for something hot to calm my throat. Ferret told me to "step away from the cocoa!" I did drink a lot of hot spiced tea, hot pink lemonade (I know it sounds weird, but it is better than some alternatives) and some of Grams Rose's special tea. I don't like tea, as a rule. Grams' tea is hot water, apple cider vinegar and honey. It is bitter and sweet, and it works. It tastes awful. Roadrunner put it best: "It scares the germs away, so they don't have to have more of it."
Last Friday, I went out with several women from church for a Girls' Night Out. It was an eye-opening experience. We did a lot of laughing. I realize now that I was shocked by one thing. One of the ladies didn't know me very well, and asked, "Are you even 30 yet?" I laughed out loud. It has been a long time since someone assumed I was in my 20's, and wow, it felt good. I was considered 18 from the day I turned 14 until the year I turned 24. Since then, I haven't really settled into an age. People usually assume somewhere between 24 and 28. I like hanging out with younger people, it keeps me young. I ignore my age and my weight. I figure they are just numbers, and they don't have any bearing on what I am as a person. We can only get older. Best to laugh. Ha ha ha!
DH was happy to have the evening to himself. He went to Goldie's. This particular restaurant is going to close soon, according to local rumor. He likes the burgers, and they have a pickle bar. I have never enjoyed eating there. Out of the maybe six times I have eaten there, I have NOT gotten sick only once. Puts a little damper on getting excited about going there together.
Tomorrow is Super Tuesday. Many states are deciding what candidate to push toward the final battle for President. I am having a little trepidation about voting. I will vote in the primary for my party. The problem is that the guy I really wanted to support has dropped out of the race. UGH! I am left with few choices. Who really matches what I believe? Who is the least likely to be against my major issues? I don't like voting negatively, to find a name to stop the one I like the least. But can I call my vote a positive one?
There is also the matter of voting for a new Superintendent of Schools for our fair City. I have only seen the name of one contender for the job, and I know nothing about him or what the job entails. I have tried to find out if I can vote for the Party nomination, and not vote for the Superintendent, and still have my vote included as complete. I suppose I shall find out tomorrow if I do not find any more information tonight online. {Edit: The school issue was not on my ballot, just the President. In Oklahoma, McCain won for the Republicans and Hitlery (I mean Hillary) won for the Democrats.}
God Bless America! (no matter the outcome of the voting)
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