Saturday, May 24, 2008

Are you a good worm, or a bad worm?

Working in the garden is definitely work. Especially after I've neglected it for a couple of weeks due to my annoying allergies. I toughed it out for a couple of hours today, though. I came across one humongous grub looking creature. It was really gross. Even Haley, who generally likes bugs and things said, "Ew! Gross!". This thing looked like something you would have to eat on the Fear Factor or Survivor. Thankfully I didn't see another one quite so disgusting, but I did come across several little grubbies. I know that worms, earthworms and such, are supposedly good for your soil, but these little guys I wasn't so sure about since they did resemble more of a grub. So I used my theory that I use when trying to decide on eating leftovers, "If in doubt, throw it out", so out the little buggers went. I've got some pics to share of the garden as it has progressed. Some things I'm really pleased with, like the squash and the corn. But the beans and the pepper plants I'm not thrilled with. They look like they don't even want to try to grow. Oh, and I dug up some onions because they looked ready. Either they are past ready or not quite ready because what I dug up was not much bigger than what I planted, and they were squishy! Yeah - squishy onions. Yuck.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Can 5th graders really dance?

Yesterday at Dawson's soccer game (which turned into a practice because the other team didn't show) I was made aware of a dance for the local school's 5th graders. That's the reason the other team didn't show up for the game, b/c they had mostly 5th graders on their team (which they weren't supposed to have that many 'big' kids, but that's another blog). This was extremely rude of their coach to cancel their game and not contact our coach, but that's not what I really want to talk about. What I'm going to discuss is the dance. A dance for 5th grade kids. Hmmm... do they even know how to dance? I mean, with each other, anyway. That is the purpose of having an organized dance, isn't it? When I was in 5th grade, I still was pretty much uninterested in boys other than playing kick ball or slaughter ball with them. After all, that's the age when we are all pretty equal in size and strength, so to knock a boy in the head really made my day! But dance with a boy? I think not! What would be the purpose of that? YUCK! Well, evidently times they are a changin'. When I asked the question, "Do they even like each other?" the other parents answered unanimously, "yes!" boys and girls like each other "that way". One mother commented that her son has "Too many girls calling". WOW! I wouldn't have ever dreamed of calling a boy. To top off my amazement at this dancing phenomenon, I was made aware that some of these kids' parents are even renting limo's for the kids to ride in to their 5th grade dance! Excuse me? A LIMO? If they're riding in limos now to their dance, what do they have to look forward to at prom? A lear jet flight? Good grief! I can just see my mom now..., "Mom. We're having a dance for us 5th graders at school. I need you to rent me a limousine." After what would seem like an eternity of laughter followed by convulsions and tears, mom would say something like, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. *laugh, laugh* I thought I heard you say you, *laugh, laugh*, you 'need a limousine'. *snort, snort, laugh, laugh*!" Then I stand there humiliated and defeated, watching her walk away as she continues to convulse and laugh at my expense. Of course, she would have been right to act that way, but that scenario never happened when I was a kid. Thankfully back then we kids were left alone to be just kids. Today it seems that society is pushing our kids harder and harder to become adults before their time. It saddens me and angers me, really. It makes me think of the lyrics to the, oh what's the name of that group, you know, from the album THE WALL, "hey, teachers, leave us kids alone". I know rushing into adulthood wasn't really what the song was about, but the words work here anyway. I'll remember the name of the group later some time today, like at the check out line in the grocery store or something.

PS- this just might be my last posting for a while. We are going on vacation next week - woo hoo! But don't despair, I'm sure when I return this will be one of the first things I do (like anyone's going to despair that I haven't blogged - ha!).
PSS - I'll try and update on the garden soon, with pics. Thanks to those of you who care and ask. ;)

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I wonder...

Do you ever think that people in days gone by had it easier when it comes to spending time with God and meditating on His word? I mean, today we have technology every where that distracts us - take blogging for instance. I can't help but think of David when he was a shepherd and how all he had time to do was sit in the meadows watching the sheep and talking to God about everything. He had the entire night's sky as his entertainment, only it drew him closer to God, not farther away. That's just something I've been thinking about today - that is when the radio isn't on, or the TV or the computer, or the....

Monday, May 19, 2008

A Look Back

Today I've been - good for nothing. I haven't done anything productive at all, unless you consider adding some 50+ relatives to your geneology pages productive. I think I've mentioned before that I intend on researching my family roots. I'm afraid it's going to be a much more daunting task than I initially anticipated. But once I start, I plan on keepin' on keepin' on as far back into the past as I can. Now this would be an easy task if I were looking into Dwight's family. His Aunt Ginny is a wonderful historian and keeps track of everyone on a regular basis. What's interesting about the Ellis' is that the Sequoyah Caverns used to be the family homestead. That's where all the big family reunions are held every five years or so. But alas (he! he! I used the word "alas") there are no such descriptive records of my family, so I've got to dig them up. Maybe I can just make them up and save myself some time. LOL! The photo is of my Pa Weaver. Wasn't he handsome?

Sunday, May 18, 2008

What is Brown Like?

My family and I watched a DVD last night about a juvenile delinquent who does his time working as a stable boy at a camp for blind people. When the delinquent dude was leading some blind kids on a horseback ride, one of the kids asked him what color his horse was. Dude told the kid that his was brown with a black mane and tail. The boy then asked him "What is brown like?". Dude didn't know how to answer. So that got me to wondering how I would describe colors to someone who is blind. The following is my attempt:

brown - the aroma of cinnamon, the warmth of a mug of coffee in your hands
yellow - the sun beaming down on your skin
gold - the crackling of a fire
white - the crispness of a winter's day
silver - a gush of arctic air that steals your breath away
red - the caress of satin across your skin
pink - a spritz of water that kisses your face
lavender - the perfect spring breeze
blue - walking barefoot in a stream
orange - fragrant oranges, juicy and sweet
grey - your old stand-by slippers you just can't throw away
black - the sensation of being suffocated

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

What Not to Wear

I went to the mall today. It's been a while since I've darkened the automatic doors of Madison Square Mall. I wasn't really looking for anything specific, which is usually when I find stuff. Anyway, for the most part I realized that I am really getting old. For instance, T-shirts with clever (or wanna be clever, in my opinion) sayings on them. I saw some shirts today with things written on them that I would NEVER want to advertise. There were a couple of teenaged boys looking at the display of shirts in this one store that I've never been in before (and won't go in again) and after realizing what most of the shirts had written on them, I couldn't help but wonder if they were embarrassed by my presence - I know I was. Of course they probably weren't. After leaving this particular place, I felt like I needed to go home and shower, or at the very least use hand sanitizer up to my eyeballs! What ever happened to decent humor? Why is it that now people are just looking for the shock factor or is it that no one's even shocked by this junk anymore? That's probably it, unfortunately. On a different retail rant - why is it that retailers equate petite with old? Hello! I'm 5'2" - NOT 90 yrs old! My apparel options are either shirts with immodest necklines, rude and obnoxious slurs from the Jr. Dep't OR pastel shirts with embroided flamingos on them with elastic waisted nylon pants in the petite dep't. COME ON!

Monday, May 12, 2008

"Gimme a Break...

...I sure deserve it. It's time I made it to the t-ah-ah-ah-ahp!" Now you've got that TV theme song in your head, don't cha? LOL! I'm not looking for a promotion or for recognition, though. On the contrary, I'm looking for a retreat of sorts. I would very much like to get away for a few days, with just me, myself and I. Why? Well, just 'cause! I need a little of nothing every now and then. When I was seeing a counselor back in my psycho days, the only thing I consider as good advice was the reading of the book, The Introvert Advantage, How to Thrive in an Extrovert World, by Marti Olsen Laney, Psy.D. Before I read this book I didn't realize that there were other people like me. I thought I was just weird, as you probably still do. Well, there are other people like me, so be afraid - be very afraid! Yes, I am an "introvert". Never heard of that term before therapy. It's not something that I'm proud of or even really want to admit, but that's what, or how, I am. As Popeye said, "I am what I am". In the book, the author is pointing out that extroverted people do not understand introverted people and are often suspicious of them because we come across as inconsistent, "... introverts can be even more confusing; as their energy ebbs and flows, they may not appear consistent. One day their batteries may be well charged and they're chatty and outgoing. Another day they are draggin' their wagon and can barely talk at all. This can confuse and confound the people who know them". Another quote from the book says, "I enjoy social gatherings - I do - as long as I know I'm leaving soon. If I know that pretty soon I can slip into my PJs and enjoy the peace and quite of my bedroom, I can manage the uncomfortable feelings and energy expenditure that social gatherings entail. Socializing in groups requires huge amounts of energy. First of all, it takes energy to gear up to go out, because introverts tend to think ahead and imagine what it will be like for them later: They will end up feeling tired, uncomfortable, or anxious. Second, most introverted people need to ease into social situations gradually in order to get acclimated to the stimluation. Noise, colors, music, new faces, familiar faces, eating, drinking, smells - everything - can cause brain overload. Finally, just physically being around a lot of people, friend or foe, drains energy from introverts." So you see, I need a break every now and then. But as I mentioned in a previous blog, solitude can be dangerous for me. For you extroverted people out there who have no clue what any of this about, I apologize (which is another trait of an introvert - LOL!). For those of you who are wondering if you are also an introvert, I encourage you to read the book mentioned above. I've said time and time again, sometimes it's good to know you're not alone regarding your feelings, and this is another case where I find that's true.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Where Do I Start?

Well, I haven't had much to say lately, so I've opted not to say anything. Plus, I've just been plain ole tired. I still don't have much to say regarding my personal life, but I thought I'd talk about what's going on in other peoples lives. So where do I start? There's so much going on. First of all, let me start with the completely idiotic, which would be teenagers fighting. With everybody and their granny having picture/video cell phones, if you start a fight, you're gonna be recorded. There's a story on Fox News about a mom who drives her daughter to meet a girl so they can fight things out! Of course someone records it and so now it's all over the media. The mom is facing child endangerment charges - IDIOTS! Sorry if that offends you, but there are idiots in the world.

On a completely different note, there's another story on Fox News about a family who is expecting their 18th child. WOW! I just really don't even know what to say about that.

One other news flash and then I'll stop. Miley Cyrus. BOY! Did she and her folks mess up, huh? My kids completely adore Miley, and of course I've been watching things with a careful eye. I hate to say this, but I've been waiting for her to mess up. Why the lack of faith in her? Because she's human and she's only 15 years old. Do you remember being 15 years old? I do. I wanted to try it all (I didn't, but I wanted to). I completely understand where Miley was coming from, because of her age and lack of experience, knowledge, wisdom and discernment. She's only 15! That's also the reason why I remind my kids not to idolize her or anyone for that matter. They're gonna disappoint us, but GOD WON'T. Well, here's a link to an interview with Kirk Cameron (LOVE Kirk Cameron! See my side bar for a link to his website "Way of the Master") talking with Bill O'Reilly about the Miley mess up. I haven't told my kids about the pictures she's made. I don't know that I will unless they ask me about it. I figure why not let them keep Miley/Hannah innocent 'cause it helps keep them (my kids) innocent, too. Plus, I think the Miley/Hannah train is starting to slow down on its anyway - woo woo!

I've gotta go watch soccer games today, come back home and clean house. We're having my mother-in-law over for Mother's Day tomorrow ; bittersweet holiday for me now. Dwight got me a great GPS for Mother's Day. Now I won't get lost again on my way home from long distance field trips (don't ask).

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

I found the cure for perfectionists...

Manual labor! Yep! After working in the garden once again this morning I was too tired to care about much of anything. So, the laundry that needed to be washed was all washed together in one load. No separating jeans from whites today, no sir! Just get 'er done, that's all that mattered! The dog hair on the floor, I mean, what dog hair? So, my kindred perfectionists, next time your obsessed with starting a project but wondering how you will ever do it perfectly, just go dig a huge whole in your back yard, or I don't know, put up a privacy fence, or cut down a tree or two (right, Tony?) then whatever project you have on your agenda will look less menacing!

Monday, May 5, 2008

Dawson working in garden

Dawson working in garden
Originally uploaded by dcellis3
OK, here's a photo that shows you half the garden still needing mega work. I've actually gotten a little more work done, but didn't take another photo. Dawson is busy here, as you can see. I'm already late in getting started this morning. I just couldn't drag myself out of bed when the alarm went off. Hopefully the caffeine will kick in soon and I'll be ready to don (or is it dawn) my garden gear and get busy. Sorry I don't have anything else to talk about. I guess it can be considered a good thing, though, no crisis' or anything like that.

Friday, May 2, 2008

best garden analogy so far

While digging in the garden today it hit me (no really, a clump of dirt hit me in the head. LOL! not really, I just thought that would be funny). Anyway, seriously, I started out using the pitch fork thingie to loosen up the dirt and stuff. You know I told you I was searching for spiritual applications, but it wasn't until I got down in the nitty gritty of tossing the undesirables into the bucket that I realized how spiritually enlightening this gardening thing can be. I mean, I could go throughout the entire garden just raking and stirring up the dirt and making it look better superficially, but it's not until I get down on my hands and knees and really start going through the muck to find the more deeply rooted weeds can I really get my garden ready to be productive. Underneath all that dry, dead looking "dirty dirt" (image on left) is dark, rich, moist soil just waiting to be used (image on right) - like we are once we toss out the sin in our lives. But wait, there's more. I'm still on my hands and knees and getting my hands all dirty, tossing the junk into the bucket when it hits me again - God wants us to bring Him our dirt! You see, I've been taking the fully loaded buckets of the "dirty dirt" and tossing it out by the fence line far away from my garden. God wants us to bring our buckets of dirt and place them at His alter so that He can toss them away as far as the east is from the west! AWESOME! Now I know why my friend, Saren Kingsley (name changed to protect the innocent), is so much more spiritual than I. She's been in the dirt much longer than I have. LOL!
OK, now for some not so spiritual things I learned while gardening:
  • ants in the pants is no laughing matter

  • birds are no longer sweet, beautiful creatures - they are stealers of the zucchini seeds and they must die! (I'm not really gonna kill them)
  • the wind can burn just as much as the sun (both on the same day is not fun - LOL rhyming again)
  • there is no such thing as a "good kind of sore"
  • my blisters look like those little wax candies with the red kool-aid inside
  • I think I'm starting to actually like this gardening thing - nah!

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Now... rinse

I tremble as I write this post. It's about the d-d-d-d-dentist! I hate, loathe, and despise with a purple passion going to the dentist. Well, yesterday was my six month cleaning appointment. That really shouldn't be a big deal, I know. HOWEVER - the last time I went to the dentist I had a cavity filled (actually refilled). The dentist couldn't get the dumb thing numb (hey, that rhymed) even after FIVE injections! Did that stop her from drilling? NO! She went ahead anyway, and I felt it all! So, needless to say, I was quite traumatized after that visit. To make matters worse, the tooth she worked on wasn't even bothering me, she just felt that it needed to be "cleaned out" and refilled. But ever since then the tooth HAS bothered me! Every now and then when I bite down or when something really cold hits it, I get that wonderful sharp, electrical sensation run through my jaw. So, the day before my dental visit, I start getting really upset and stressed out. I don't want to have that ice-cold water they use to come anywhere near this tooth, nor do I want that ice-pic device of theirs to touch it. AND I don't want the dentist telling me something like, "Well, I guess we need to go back in there and try again". NO WAY am I letting her come near me with another needle! So what did I do? I cried like a baby. YEP - just ask Dwight. The night before I cried and cried, "I don't want to go to the dentist!". I go anyway. I tried to suck it up and just go. After all, I have to be an example to my kids, right? So, we go. When I get there I'm called back first. Great! I tell the hygienist that I want to talk to the dentist before we do anything. No problem. The dentist comes in to talk to me, and what happens? I cry like a baby again! Only this time in front of the dentist and hygienist! Instead of making me feel better, the dentist proceeds to tell me that the nerve in my tooth is dying out and I will eventually need a root canal. "Gee, thanks, doc." But for right now (or yesterday, actually) I'm just gonna go with the x-rays and let the dentist just 'look' at my teeth. I decided to wait on the cleaning, hoping that another six months will help my anxiety. We'll see.

My Garden is Growing

Well, thankfully I'm starting to see a little fruit (vegetables, actually) from the labor I've put into the garden already. I haven't actually seen the veggies yet, just the green sprouts coming up, but I know that in a little while there will be yummy lettuce, squash, carrots, corn, beans, tomatoes, zucchini and onions. I've still yet to plant some herbs, cucumbers, watermelon and I can't remember what else, but there's time for those things. I also planted some French Geraniums - they're supposed to distract the bugs away from the tomatoe plants. We'll see if that works.
I must say I knew this gardening thing would be hard work, but my goodness! My shoulders and back ache so badly! I rubbed a blister on my finger, in spite of wearing gloves. *sniff, sniff* don't you feel sorry for me? ;o) I will post some pics later. I want to get more of the grass and "dirty dirt" as I like to call it out of the garden. Of course, if I showed you what it looks like now you might appreciate more fully all of the hard work I've put into it. Hmmm... that's a thought.
While I was out there laboring yesterday, I was trying to think of some spiritual implications of gardening. The closest thing that I have gotten so far is that some of the smallest blades of grass have the biggest, strongest roots. So, I was thinking I could compare that to the "smallest" sins in our lives and how they are sometimes the hardest to let go of. Sounded pretty spiritually deep to me at the time. But then I thought about my readers who might not be Christian and how they might think, "Why do Chrisitans always have to find 'meaning' in everything little thing?" Good question, thanks for asking. I guess it's because LIFE has meaning, so why not find examples in every day living? My devotional this morning (I'm still in Ecclesiastes, BTW) reminded me that we should find contentment in the simple things, do good every day with what God has given to us. So right now my every day is gardening. Life is also hard work, like gardening. We can't let the weeds come in and take over, or else we will have to work even harder to get back to where we need to be.
On a nother note, completely different, actually. While I'm typing this blog I'm listening to songs I've chosen and added to my "playlist". It's very relaxing listening to music I enjoy (Elvis is singing to me right now). I wanted to add my playlist to this blog, but I didn't know if it would be a distraction to my readers, so I haven't added it yet, but I still might. You could always pause it so that you don't hear it. OK this has nothing to do with anything, sorry.
I will go for now. I will let you know that my future post MIGHT be about my dentist visit yesterday - quite traumatic!