Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
I am not gonna say my old friend, I will say my long-time high school friend, Jill, has started a blog. The photo above shows our friend Polly, me, and Jill holding her 5 month old daughter. Our first time meeting the baby and seeing our friend as a Mother.
Jill and I have kept in touch over the years, never failing to send Christmas cards and gifts and sporadically writing letters. I am thrilled to now be able to regularly keep up with her and her family and get a glimpse of her life through her blogging.
Jill has had an exciting life as an Air Force wife and is now enjoying retirement. She and Her Hero have built their dream home in Florida after years of living all over the country. Jill literally felt the earth move when the bomb went off in Oklahoma city and evacuated Key West when hurricane George came to call.
Jill, Polly and I had great fun together with Susie, Colleen, and Erin in high school: Friday nights at Polly's house practicing disco moves [HEY! It was the late 70's!!] which Polly and Jill were good at but I was much too uncoordinated and laughing too hard to mimic their moves-especially when Ping Pong paddles were involved, talking about boys and handsome teachers, falling in L.O.V.E. with Rocky Balboa and rushing out into the mall (we had to hurry because one of our Mom's was picking us up) when the movie ended to buy beefcake posters of Sylvester Stallone to hang in our bedrooms, (in fact one snow day I recall Jill and I sculpting a Stallone torso onto our version of a snow man), getting lost and scared when we found ourselves in a bad part of downtown on the way to Paramount Music Palace and even more scared when the song Highway to Hell played on the radio, (I probably never told you about that- but see I am still here! It all turned out okay!!!). We were Good Girls. Heck, when the rest of our class spent Senior Skip Day getting drunk at the track, we had a picnic at a park and practiced cartwheels, fed the ducks, soaked in the sun and LAUGHED.
When you have some time, go take a look at Jill's blog. And soak in some of that sunshine.
Edited to Add: Reminiscing some more- we swooned over Paul McCartney's "ooooaah" at the end of the song, Jet- and shared many, many bus rides home with THE most unfortunate looking, angry bus driver ever to get behind the wheel. (I must admit, however, that if I were forced to drive a bus, it wouldn't take long for me to look that bad and feel that angry.)
Friday, March 27, 2009
I think this may qualify as a rare ladybug. One never seen before.
I'm sure our discovery will be posted in all of the bug field guides, front and center on the Ladybug Project page!! Until then, pipsqueak should feel quite proud.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I think Kim's Young Lady just found herself a good reason to adopt one or two of these pesky little house guests...at least long enough to photograph and identify them!! What a neat little summer project this could turn out to be!
I have been unusually busy these past few weeks. I have been weird busy. A photo shoot here, a knitting class there. Laundry, spring cleaning, taxes, knitting, ripping and reknitting a sweater for the store. We have had typical spring weather--busy in the yard between rain storms. We are enjoying magnolia blooms, crabapple blooms, crocus, daffodils and hyacinths. I am hanging laundry on the clothesline and then running out to rescue fresh laundry before the rain again. I am cleaning closets, changing over from winter to spring. Always a reminder that the kids are growing and I am shocked at how they have all outgrown so many things! A gentle nudging to enjoy them TODAY.
It is raining today--my favorite kind of rain. The kind of gentle, steady, all-day rain that feeds the new growth without threatening to blow anything away. I wanted to leave you with a beautiful pot of daisys; a thoughtful gift from a friend who knew I needed the sweet gesture. Now I am paying it forward--enjoy your pot of daisys today!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
See? Strings. And~ Oh MY! A guinea pig on the couch. Zooming in on these photos is quite revealing......
You will be relieved to know that today, after a clueless 2 months, and an alarmingly aware 3 days, I am no longer driving with an expired license. They didn't even scold me at the BMV, so I'm guessing this happens a lot.
They were also really quick. I had all that yarn to knit and only knit about 14 stitches before I was out of there.
If forgetting to renew isn't alarming enough, for the first time EVER I missed a letter on the vision test.
The photos are now logged in with some facial recognition software, so "you can smile, but don't show your teeth". I don't know how to do that so I didn't smile. Plus if I ever got pulled over and had to hand my driver's license to a police man, I don't think I would be smiling anyway. This facial recognition trick is supposed to prevent identity theft but I suspect it is some kind of Homeland Security thing.
And then I saw the face of a middle aged woman looking at me on MY driver's license. With a wrinkled neck. And maybe even an extra bit of chin or sagging jowls. I am going to pretend that when I smile all of that disappears. I do not think I can wear turtlenecks all year round, but I sure wish I wore one today. I do notice that my "tinted glow enhancer" seems to be doing its job under my eyes, so I take what little comfort I can in that.
Departing the BMV, an old coot seemed to think if he tried t-boning me into the right turn lane I would move faster or get out of his way. I stopped and gave him my best "I just saw how old I look on my driver's license so don't you be messing with me MISTER, and besides it is Ladies First" look and then took my time to make my turn safely. I didn't want to have to present my fresh license to a police man so soon.
Monday, March 23, 2009
It was a full weekend. A weekend full of activity and contrasts.
There were visits with friends from far and near, sleepovers both here and there.
Traffic jams and detours, time behind the wheel and time in the back seat.
And Sunday afternoon we were celebrating a cousin's engagement.
Salads, omelets, sandwiches and fries. Her mother's diamond, and a gift of her grandmother's china.
Happy celebrations, engagement rings, reunions of sorts. The pleasure of seeing in her daughter the familiar smile and gestures of an aunt no longer with us, and the sorrow of that as well. Memories shared between cousins, the oldest and youngest of us. The chance to get away for a day and the relief to be back home again.
And Sunday evening I saw a guy at Jimy John's who looked just like Meatloaf. Not the meatloaf you eat, the Meatloaf who sang "Bat out of HEdoublehockeysticks" but you probably don't know that song. At least I hope not. Anyway, I didn't take his picture because I thought he would probably notice and I didn't want to start a rumble. And his arms were covered with tatoos. And his girlfriend could easily have taken me. And my knee is starting to feel better and I didn't want to have to run fast.Love,
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Look, look, look tooooo the rayain bowwwww....
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
And chocolates. (p.s. thanks to Gina Whocanparallelpark for the chocolates!)And tied pretty ribbons around the towels.
All just they way I would like it if I were a guest here.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I pause in the midst of a cleany frenzy known as My Inlaws Are Coming and Entire House Must Be Clean at the SAME TIME to bring you this:
Happy face = recipe success.
So, this afternoon, as I am perusing cookbooks, planning the meals I will serve to Grandma and Grandpa......
I find this. Same page. Opposite corner. The Young Lady's artwork. No doubt about it.
I'm making it anyway.
We had to wait several days for the glue to dry.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Meg resumed her egg laying on the first day of Daylight Saving Time (Sunday). Her egg was the only one I found in the nest box that day. It was as if the other girls suspended production for the day to honor Meg's dainty little egg!
Meg's eggs are about half the size of the Orpington eggs. Golda's egg is my largest egg. (I can actually tell which hen each egg came from!)
Meg's eggs are so cute, I almost hate to crack them open! I substitute two or three of her eggs for each regular size egg in recipes. Meg has been quite feisty lately and very vocal. My dear neighbor mentioned to me that Meg was "talking to her" over the fence one day!
Love, Bonnie Jo
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Last week I had to run fast. Real fast. A heart pounding, adrenaline pumping kind of fast that ended up with everything okay, but I didn't know that when I was running. A neighbor needed help. And I ran.
My knee still sort of hurts, which has me thinking about running.
The last time I remember running FAST was on field day at College Wood Elementary when I won the 60 yard dash, beating Missy Hartman and becoming (on that day, at least) the Fastest Girl in the 6th Grade. That marked the beginning and end of my track career. In fact, my entire athletic career can be summed up in two sentences:
1. I won the 60 yard dash in 6th grade.
2. I was on the 9th grade volleyball team.
I've dropped these bombshells on my kids during "oh yeah, well your DAD is not the only one who can do sports stuff" and " I used to be a girl before I was a Mom" kinda moments. Not necessarily my finer Mom moments, but worth the stunned expressions on their faces.
Over the years, my running has been mostly errands, but on those rare, "I'll just run this over to my neighbor's" occasions, I realized that I had started running like..... you. You know. Like a MOM. When that cold reality flashed into my conscious, I had two nearly simultaneous thoughts: "ACK! Stop running! You are running like a Mom" and "You ARE a Mom."
So, last week. I am sure I ran alot faster in the 6th grade. And My Hero caught up to me even though I had a head start and he stopped to put on his coat. And probably what initially slowed me down (and hurt my knee) was the garage door limbo I had to do when the door wasn't going up as fast as I needed it to. And even in the 6th grade I don't think I could limbo. Last week I just ran as fast as I could. And I didn't even think about running like a Mom who is running fast.