Summoned AGAIN.....

They must LOVE me.....I've been summoned AGAIN.......

I'm desperately trying to think of a good reason why I can't serve.......

Thoughts on a Thursday

If there were a thousand seagulls in an airplane while its flying, each weighing two pounds apiece, but they were all flying in the airplane, would the airplane weigh 2000 pounds more?

Happy Birthday, Son1…….

You can’t possibly be that old!!!!

Son1 and I were having a lovely conversation a few weeks ago and he happened to mention his upcoming birthday. Now, I know when his birthday is….I was THERE for Pete’s sake…..but I sometimes forget exactly how old the boys are, unless I do the math in my head and we ALL know how good I am at math……

He mentioned that he was beginning to feel ‘older’ now that he’s in his thirties…..and I paused……

Wait, WHAT???

You can’t possibly be in your thirties…..I’M IN MY THIRTIES!!!! At least that’s how I feel! (Well, if you don’t count the days I feel like I’m ninety-nine…..but I digress….)

How could this possibly have happened?

I remember my mother telling me I was catching up to her, age wise, and at the time I laughed but I didn’t really quite understand what she was saying. NOW I get it!

So, to my first born, with all my love, I say…..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

you’re catching up to me….NEENER NEENER!!!

Dreams and Memories

I dreamed about my mother again last night. It’s the second time this week. I dreamed about her not as the plump, gray haired grandma she was in the last years of her life, but as a young woman I don’t think I ever knew.

She was wearing denim pedal pushers and a gleaming white, sleeveless, button down blouse with a Peter Pan collar. She was walking away from me, not even aware that I was there or watching her. And it struck me that I had never seen my mother in jeans before!

A funny thing to think.

I wasn’t surprised at her age or appearance, just the fact that I never knew either of my parents to wear jeans.

I remember my mother bought my father a pair of Levi’s sometime in the sixties. She thought they would replace the worn out army khakis he used to wear whenever he was doing something messy around the house, like wallpapering. 

They sat neatly folded in his bureau drawer. When I was emptying their house after she died, there they were, still neatly folded with the tags on.

It had been ten years since he died and all his other clothes had long since been given away.

I often wonder why she kept them.

File this under:  I have nothing to say and I say it regularly. 

Punny Monday

  I got binoculars ’cause I don’t want to go that close.

STAGES OF AN ONLINE CLASS

I started a new class this week, Sketchbook Skool’s The Whimsical Sketchbook. I’m not sure why I signed up for this class, except I thought I needed a kick in the pants to get me back into the ‘groove’.

So far I haven’t put pen/brush to paper but I did write this:

STAGES OF AN ONLINE CLASS

Read description of class

Think about whether or not to take class

Get excited about upcoming class

Sign up and pay for class

Anxiously wait for class to begin

On first day of class, wonder what you were thinking when signing up for class

Watch video/s

Re-watch video/s

Digest video/s

Think about video/s

Worry about not being as good as the instructor

Watch homework assignment video

Freak out about homework assignment video

Spend copious amount of time thinking about the PERFECT topic/theme for homework assignment

Sit down to start homework assignment

Become paralyzed about homework assignment

Walk away from blank paper on desk in defeat of homework assignment

Get scathingly brilliant idea in shower

Sit down and write STAGES OF AN ONLINE CLASS

It's not exactly what I was expecting but at least I got SOMETHING out of the first week......lol. 

Thoughts on a Thursday

Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? 

Let Walsh Week Begin!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

!!!!

May your birthday be amazingly awesome and your hangover be mercifully minor..... ;)

 

Is It Just Me???

Our local news station has implemented a new segment to their nightly news show.  It called ‘Storm Chasers’…..or something like that. They send out a reporter and driver to report on the weather ‘as it’s happening’…..from inside the truck, you know, just to be safe!

I have issues with this. First, wouldn’t they be safer reporting from inside the TV station? Secondly…..it’s RAINING people! It’s what happens in the summertime in a subtropical climate!!!!

Have we all become such children that we need someone to tell us to come in out of the rain???? To tell us lightning is dangerous? That rain may cause flooding? That you shouldn’t drive into/through standing water if you don’t know how deep it may be?

And it’s not JUST the weather.

I feel like they are hyping the ‘news’ more and more lately. Pretty soon it’s going to be called The Nightly News with Chicken Little reporting!

There is such a thing a personal responsibility. It’s not the job of the government, or local authorities, or even the newscasters to tell me I need to come in out of the rain to be safe. If I haven’t learned some basic lessons by now it’s my problem, not theirs.

Is it just me? Is it the local station here? Are they doing this everywhere now?

Or have I become that cranky old man yelling “GET OFF MY LAWN!”

Punny Monday

Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.