Saturday, March 31, 2007

Sunday Corn-flakes

For years now, I've done a lot of "new-agey" type of reading. And basically the bottom line seems to be that the universe's main law is that of attraction.

Every single thought that we focus on has it's own vibration and that vibration seeks its match and draws that thing toward us.

Sometimes what we attract can be quite literal but more often, what we attract, whether it's something that appears as negative or positive, comes into our lives to bring us closer to focusing more clearly on our ideal goals.

For example, the house I currently own is not a house that fits me or my husband. But because living in it helps us focus more clearly on what we don't want in a house, we can sharpen our vision of what we do want. And supposedly if we do that with a strong belief in what is possible, without muddying the waters with a lot of doubt or competing negative vibrations, we will attract a more ideal situation.

I know there are of lot of obviously undesirable situations that we observe every day that make this law of attraction seem ridiculous, but I still believe in the truth of it.

We're all artists who are ultimately in control of our creation from moment to moment. We create with our energy and our thoughts and the vibrations we are generating.

I think this is the idea behind prayer, except that prayer usually takes place amidst a lot of fear and uncertainty and thus often negates the desired outcome.

So prepare for that which you want, dwell on it, expect it, try to generate the feeling you'll have when you arrive at that goal and know that it's on the way.

Eggshells

I think I've mentioned before that my father has Alzheimer's. He stays at home mostly with my mom looking after him. And these days his life is comprised of mainly sitting at home and watching television. Don't get me wrong; my mom takes excellent care of him, cooking him healthy meals, making sure he makes his doctor's appointments and takes his medicine each day.
He went for a vascular ultrasound this week and the doctor found that my dad has two blocked arteries to the brain. So the doctor recommended that my mother check him into the hospital that same day so that he could be scheduled for surgery as soon as possible. Meaning, he could have a stroke at any moment if left untreated.

My mom took him to the hospital that afternoon (yesterday) and after waiting for over two hours, found out that the hospital had never received my dad's file or the scary ultrasound.
The surgeon sent him home with some medicine and told him to come back on Monday.

See, I think if I had been the surgeon, I would've checked my dad in for monitoring and ordered a new ultrasound.
I can't believe they just sent him home. So now we're all going to spend an agonizing weekend knowing that my dad could keel over at any minute.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

That was fast

My husband and I were out having a beer last night when we got a call that the cops had arrested our thief as he was committing another burglary.
We were right around the corner from the court house where the man was being interrogated, so my husband went down and filled out the warrants etc...
The thief still isn't giving up any information, but I'm not sure he knows yet that the police have video footage of him.
We may or may not get our mower and fishing rods back, but it's all pretty sweet nonetheless.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Stupid lowlifes

We got burgled.
I was going to mow the lawn yesterday when I realized we no longer have a mower. Or a weedeater. Or my husband's fishing gear.
I didn't know when it had happened because we so seldom go into the workshop where all these things are kept.
My husband came home today and logged into our security camera and found out that the aforementioned burgle happened the very day he left town; two hours after he left.
We have footage of the guy, his car and him loading up our stuff.
The cops are working on it now.
What kind of jerk steals a pushmower from a family that has to mow a rolling acre?

Sunday, March 18, 2007




One of my favorite fairy tales is "The Tinder-Box" by Hans Christian Andersen.

From Wikipedia:

"A soldier returning home met a witch. She told him that if he went down in a hollow tree, he could have as much money as he wished. There would be three rooms, with a dog with eyes as large as saucers guarding copper, a dog with eyes as large as millstones guarding silver, and a dog with eyes as large as the Round Tower at Copenhagen guarding gold, but if he put the dogs on her apron, they would be harmless. She would pull him back up when he had as much money as he wished, and all she asked was that he bring her a tinder-box from the rooms. He came back with the gold and, after a second venture, with the tinder-box. When the witch asked for it, he demanded to know why, and when she would not tell him, he cut off her head."

There's more to the story, but the reason I bring it up is an experience my husband and I had while walking a park trail this evening.

We had chosen to take our dogs out to explore a neighborhood park not far from our house.
It was beautiful; nice winding trails through the woods, a creek running alongside, daffodils and wildlife.
We were on a trail that ran along the back end of the park when three gigantic rottweilers emerged from the brush and onto the path. It was one of those paralyzing "oh shit" moments as we sized up the situation.

Just like the fairy tale, each dog was bigger than the next, with the largest of the three positioned in the front, leading the pack toward us.
If it had only been one dog, we could've taken him, no problem. But three big menacing dogs and just us and our two wimpy dogs on a remote trail with no one else in the park was a whole different scenario.

I shortened the leash on my dog and started half jogging forward down the trail. My husband had our sheltie and not being able to find anything to throw, yelled at the dogs basically "git" (the hell out of here).

The dogs contined to approach us, but not very aggressively and we just kept walking and yelling until we rounded a bend and could no longer see them.

I don't think I've been that terrified in a long time.

It really pisses me off that someone has those dogs running loose right along a public park trail where kids play and people walk their dogs.
There was a house bordering the trail that I suspect was where they lived. I still have no way of knowing if the dogs were actually dangerous, but who in their right mind would've been willing to stick around and find out.
The fact is, they were absolutely enormous, they were rottweilers, and they were not supposed to be there.

In the real world, there are no protective witch's aprons or magic tinder-boxes to employ when threatened. I am so so glad that the worst that happened is that we were scared silly.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Division of labor

This informal study indicates that when cohabitating, men do less housework than when single and women do more. The article cites that the main reason seems to be that women put in the extra hours to maintain their preferred level of cleanliness, while men don't so much worry about that.

Second Shift

I know I do more housework when my husband is in town than when he's gone. There's more laundry, more dirty dishes; in general, more mess.
And no, he's not so much into doing regular housework.

I let it frustrate me on occasion, but then I remind myself that he more than carries his weight with our house's technical needs. And carpentry needs. He's great at planning trips and often does most of any long distance driving (which I hate) when we travel. And although I like to cook, my husband is better at it and does it more often.
There are a lot of things that would just never get done around here if it were left up to me and I appreciate that he's willing to tackle them.

I actually enjoy housework to be honest, so I don't so much mind putting in my share of our combined responsibilites on that front.

It is interesting though to see these gender stereotypes emerge when men and women move in together.

Monday, March 12, 2007

I'm just overcome with the sweet

I love little girl's easter dresses. There, I said it. I don't want any children of my own and I'm not particularly religious, but gosh darn, those easter dresses are absolutely adorable.
I remember when I was a kid, we'd go shopping for a new easter dress each spring. I loved that ritual. Floral flounces, bows, smocking, bright colors and cute matching hats and shoes.
I was at the mall the other day and I found my heart melting with cute overload as I passed through the easter dress department.

I mean just look at them:






We are so psyched

A couple of years ago, my husband and I got it in our heads that we wanted to take up archery. We have a huge backyard down a big hill and plenty of room for target practice.

The only thing holding us back was the huge price tag attached to acquiring a couple of bows. Even a cheap child's bow started around 130.00. An adult bow will cost you 3-400.00 easy. Then there are the arrows and the target.

So we never made any headway on this...until now.
The other night we went to "bag-a-bargain" at Chilhowee Park and managed to score a youth bow for me for 4.00. It just needs a 30.00 tune-up and it'll be good to go. It's the perfect size and pounds of pressure for me.

Then tonight during dinner at my parent's house, my brother-in-law offered my husband his old bow, with arrows and a carrying case for free.

So we now have two really nice bows for 4.00 total. Yay!! We're going to a sporting goods store this week for the remaining accessories. I figure we might only have to spend about 100.00 to get tricked out.

I've wanted to try archery ever since I heard that Gina Davis took up the sport and made it to an olympic team. Of course she's like 6' tall and built like an amazon, but it sure looks like fun.

Running out of room




My bedroom is quickly becoming overrun with children's books. I now have five bookcases, all full, and three big stacks about knee high on the floor waiting for shelf space. This picture shows only half of the books. Not to mention the case in my office. And the 35 bookcases at the shop.

I'm thinking one of my projects for my spring vacation will be to clean out the basement and put in three or four big cases. I bought a super-capacity dehumidifier to keep them from becoming musty. I'm just wondering if there's a good way to keep them safe from the cats.

It's funny; when people ask me if I collect any types of books, I typically answer no. I have maybe two smallish cases of my favorites for keeping, and everything else is for sale. But it looks like collector or not, the result is the same. Like a collector, I spend most of my spare money on acquiring new books, and like a collector, my home is jam-packed with books.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Kids these days......

I'm watching an MTV reality show about youngun's in debt and I have to say, it's doing wonders for my peace of mind, regarding my own debt.

My husband and I together owe a tiny fraction of what one of these girls owe as far as credit card debt.
We're both pretty anal retentive and guilt ridden about getting debt paid down ASAP.
These MTV girls are mind-bogglingly idiotic about how they handle their finaces.
Each has at least 20,000 in credit card debt with practically nothing significant to show for it. Clothes, IPOD's, living room furniture, eating out etc...
I have a hard enough time dealing with being in my insignificant debt hole; I can't imagine how it feels to be like three, five or ten years in the hole.

I do worry about this next generation. Obviously I understand that any reality tv I watch is skewed toward the extreme, but I see these kids and they're all so superficially focused. Music, clothes, gadgets, accessories, and an incredibly strong sense of narcissism.

I predict in the next coming generations that debt levels, clinical depression levels and suicide rates will be on the rise.

I realize that's a pretty big leap of deduction (and there are a lot more factors I'm considering), but I really don't think it's that far off the mark.

Friday, March 09, 2007

No longer going it alone

So along with the wonderful weather, springtime also brings a host of financial juggling. I figured up my taxes in January and they are huge. So now, thanks to help from my husband, I have three fourths of the total, but still a big hunk to go.

This would be fine if spring weren't also the BIG season for bookdealers. All the large charity booksales and estate sales are going on right now and are quickly draining my bank account. I'm finding lots of terrific books, but I have to keep an eye on April 15. Right now I am flat broke until next Friday and that sucks.
I'm listing books as fast as I can in hopes that I'll generate some online sales between now and then.

My husband and I typically keep our incomes and accounts separate, but when one of us needs to lean on the other, we're all about helping each other out. I hate that the burden has fallen on my husband this go round though. He's been great about giving me whatever I need to buy books and pay bills until I'm flush again.

I've never had anyone to rely on financially before and it's a little weird. I like to take care of my own expenses and bills, but I have to say that it's nice to be married and know that the money is "our money" and that we're both working toward the same goals.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Guys please....

I despise solo moustaches; those that appear without the balancing presence of a beard.
They almost always appear either A) Cheesy B) Sleazy C) Desperately manly or D)Gay.

I know that some guys grow them to cover hairlips or acne, but seriously, if you suffer from neither of the aforementioned, then why go there?

It's bad bad bad.

The only person to pull this off did so only because of freakishly good genetics and dimples, and I'm talking about Tom Selleck....in his youth.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Spring garden

I just got to work in my garden for the first time this year. I spread some compost and mulch and raked out old leaves and dead stalks. We already have peony sprouts, budding artemesia, tulips, daffodils, crocuses, and violets along with a few other things I don't know the names for.

I'm really amazed to see that about half of my herb garden made it through the winter. My oregeno, sage, savory, lavender, and parsley are all fine. Usually I have to plant everything again in the spring. The catnip will come back on it's own from seed, but it looks like all I'll have to buy are basil and dill. Cool.

I usually take my spring vacation the first week of April to put in the vegetable garden. I try not to plant anything that I know I won't eat, so I keep it small. I'm not sure what all I'll try this year.

Tomatoes and green and red peppers as usual. My husband did green beans last year and we got about one good batch from that. We also planted onions and garlic, but forgot to dig them up.

I did a strawberry patch for two years, but it was just too hard to keep it from being taken over by the fake poison strawberries. They were so good though while they lasted.

I've always wanted to do peas. I love fresh peas. Maybe that will be the wild card this year.

The unmentioned and unmentionables

Although I've been known to be avoidant, neglectful and not on top of the social graces, I have to say here that none of those qualities are responsible for my lack of blog links.
I simply don't know how to put them on this site.
I've tried. Really. I just can't figure out how to do this.
So for the those that have linked to me on their sites, thank you, and eventually I'll figure this out.

In other news, I think my washing machine is singing it's final torch song. It's kind of a painful aged whine with a few clanks thrown in.
As much laundry as I do, I guess it's probably about time.

The previous owners of this house designed it so that the washer hook-up is in the kitchen. Good as far as convenience, but not so good as far as aesthetics. You don't exactly want to see a big laundry bin full of dirty unmentionables when you're preparing a meal.

But along the same lines, you ideally wouldn't be seeing tumbleweeds of pet hair float across the floor either.
My style is to routinely take care of the sanitation conditions in the house that fall in the elevations between my waist and head.
Whatever is going on at the foot level gets tackled thoroughly about once a month. And anything going on in the ceiling corners gets addressed maybe twice a year.

You gotta have some level of tunnel vision when you live with so many animals.

Friday, March 02, 2007

This crash brought to you by.....

I'm getting fed up with the random ads that are inserted into the various news articles I read.

You read about a fatal crash and there's a pictorial ad for weight loss between the first two paragraphs. Or dating. Or a community college.

Shouldn't there be some kind of oversight as to the appropriateness of an ad that accompanies a news story?

Your mind automatically seeks a picture to view that goes with the story, and when you see a woman in a bikini or an ad for Arby's, it just ain't right.

There ought to be a better way.

Up in smoke

Aw this really sucks. I read some of Terrence and Dennis's writings a few years ago. They were both phenomenal thinkers and did an amazing amount of research into hallucinogenic drugs.
While such drugs are not for a highstrung person such as myself, I sincerely believe that there is much to learn from how the human body interacts with them.
And these guys were probably the most knowledgeable persons on that front.
To hear that Terrence's library burned is really disheartening.

Terrence McKenna's Ex-Library

Groundhog Day

Every morning on my way to work, I drive down Magnolia and turn on Winona. Every day when I make the left hand turn onto Winona, there is a white car at the intersection. It's rarely the same car, but it's always white.
Today when I was running late, I made the turn and for some reason traffic was backed up at that turn and there were like five white cars in line.
I feel like I'm in a scene from Groundhog Day and when I get to that spot I say to myself "cue white car".
Weird.