According to my stats, my Dancing Raisins page is getting loads of hits. It must be that time again in schools to do the dreaded Science Project.
Kids, just remember that this time in your life, this time in school, is actually the easiest you will ever have it. Seriously. I wouldn’t lie to you. Have fun and laugh every day!
I have been way too busy to even blog. I want to blog. I think about blogging. I don’t dream about blogging, but I probably will soon. Blogger – Out.
I may write something worth reading. Right now, I just haven’t got anything to say.
Today was jury duty day! I showed up on time, even early, and I filled out my paperwork, and then I waited. And waited. And waited. Only to be told with 40 other people waiting, that the defendant made a plea. Yippee! I did my duty. Unlike most of my friends, my jury duty is in Cripple Creek. Unfortunately the path to Cripple Creek is riddled with construction. It took just as long to make it back to civilization as it did to sit and wait in the jury room. Little did I know that excitement awaited me before I hit the construction zone.
I was whizzing along at about 40 mph when a huge, and I don’t mean small, bumblebee flew right in the car through my passenger window and nearly landed in my lap. Am I afraid of bees? YES! So, I screamed and not too delicately pulled over, and jumped out of my car. I shut the door so it wouldn’t get torn off by other cars flying by and ran around to the passenger side. I opened the door but I couldn’t see the huge and I mean huge bumblebee. I could hear it. Buzzing in this ultra loud buzzing scream it was doing. I think it was scared and dazed.
I looked down and saw a plastic fork on the floorboard of the car. If you have a teenager, you probably have one on your floorboard too. I gently scooped him up with the fork and threw him into the scrub on the side of the road. I slammed the car door and ran around to the drivers side and rolled up the windows as quickly as the little motor would allow. I was still shaking as I drove away.
Well that was my eventful morning. I am glad I could share that with all of you. Now back to our regularly scheduled program.
I just wanted to write the word “stiffy”. Now it is out of my system and I can move on.
My husband had this to say about my last post:
I respectfully disagree! True love is not dead and for all you romantic hopefuls keep on hoping because it does indeed exist! I submit love cannot be known as “True” until it has been tried. It is not always at our choosing that this occurs, but believe me it does occur. Then and only then can it be considered “True Love”. People, situations & circumstances can’t always be perfect or ideal. How we adapt to the people we love and persevere through our trials is what counts. Oh, and a word to anyone thinking of claiming a “prize”, you better pack a lunch because it will be a cold day in hell before you claim mine! Love you baby.
I stand corrected.
I don’t think anyone wakes up in the morning and expects their life to change in some dramatic way. Well, maybe I do, but I don’t think there are many others out there that feel that way. I’ve lived in chaos most of my life. Some is self-inflicted and most is inflicted upon me. I’m not complaining. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s just that I’ve always been one of those “hopers”. You know, those incessant people that try to always hope for the best, try to see the positive side of a situation, that sort of thing. I do sometimes get pessimistic, but it doesn’t last very long. I guess what I am trying to say is that it’s quite devastating when something you hope for, something you wish for and truly believe in is a myth. No matter what you do, or say, what you are hoping for will never, ever happen and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Because inevitably, when what you are hoping for is true love, you are bound to be disappointed.
This girl – this girl who has lived with the indestructible illusion that true love exists, has been sadly and unquestioningly let down by the one person that she thought could prove that true love is possible. Funny how something as simple as love can bring hope to its knees.
So, to all those in my life who told me true love is an illusion, a childish dream — you have won. Claim your prize.
I was thinking about this incredible place we call home. How old is it? Well so far, scientists have found rocks they can date back to about 3.8 to 3.9 billion years and other evidence that the solar system is at least 4 billion years old. The surface of the earth is about 70% water and 30% land. That’s a lot of water! My big question about earth is this…who named it? Who came up with the name Earth for our planet?
Earth has many names. In Roman mythology the Goddess of Earth was Tellus . In Greek it is Mother Earth – Gaia. Earth is the only planet who’s name is not derived from Greek or Roman mythology. The name Earth comes from the Old Saxon word ‘ertha’, the Dutch word ‘aerde’ and the German word ‘erda’. At least that’s what I have found so far.
Humans didn’t even realize they were living on a planet (I don’t think animals care). It was not until the 16th Century astronomer, Copernicus advanced the theory that the Earth and other planets revolve around the Sun. I know that people like to say that God named Earth because it is in the Bible. Well, the Bible was translated into English. The Hebrew word Eretz which means land or ground was translated as Earth. So, I wouldn’t assume to think that God named the planet.
So, it looks as though Earth is Earth because humans referred to the land as Earth. If we were water dwelling, the planet may have been named something else like Neptune – well, at least before we used it for another planet. I’m still getting used to the idea that Pluto is now classified as a dwarf planet.
So, there it is. I love this planet we have named Earth.
42 degrees is the angle that light is reflected inside a raindrop to make a rainbow.
Just some random information for the day relating to 42. Why 42? Because that is my age, and one of my favorite numbers.
I know it is only February, but this year has been exhausting. I’m not complaining. I am grateful for many, many things. It’s just that I’m a little tired already. I want to get all this out of me and in writing, because that is how I purge. So, with that…
January: My mother’s funeral/memorial/party, R. has surgery twice – both times fail, dogs run off, Fifi gets pregnant, Thor is missing for 2 weeks and 1 day.
February: Thor is back – although skinny, R. has his 5th procedure and this time it is successful, FiFi and Zume go off on Valentines day and play on the ice and fall through, FiFi did not make it, R.’s Aunt died, and Kegan’s girlfriend breaks up with him — that might not sound like a big deal, but I really like her. That’s it so far, but the month is not over yet. In brighter news, I revamped my children’s story while I was at the hospital with R. and I really like where it is going.
How is your year so far?
So, Saturday, my husband and I took my son and his girlfriend to see Underworld. We totally love Underworld, so we were pretty psyched about seeing this movie. It starts out okay, but then some boneheaded parents had the absolute insolence to bring their 4 year old to this movie. It is violent, bloody and has gratuitous sex scenes, so is completely inappropriate for a child. Not only did these parents (who shoud be arrested for child abuse and plain stupidity) let their child see this movie, they let her walk around the theater bothering people. What the hell is wrong with these people? I really, really don’t want some little kid standing in front of me asking me my name while people are on a big screen having sex. We hardly ever get to the movies anymore, and these completely oblivious, inconsiderate, selfish parents ruined the movie for those around them. People that have little kids should either stay home and wait for the movie to come out on dvd or get a babysitter. There is no excuse for bringing a little kid to an R rated movie – ever.
I would like to share a form of entertainment that my family amuses themselves with. It’s called manufacts. What is a manufact you ask? It is a manufactured fact that sounds so good, it could be true. For example, the other night we were talking about genoa salami. I stated that genoa salami comes from Genoa Italy. Now, I had no facts to back up my statement at all, but it seems like a perfectly legitimate fact. Later of course I looked it up and genoa salami, did in fact originate in Genoa Italy. So, my “manufact” turned out to be a real fact. Cool — snaps for me.
My point here is that it is fun to make up your own manufacts. It’s even more fun to look them up and see if you are right.
Do you have any manufacts?
A while back I blogged about boys in tight pants and how it’s just all so wrong. This last weekend I was shown an amazing video, that totally captured my feelings about girlpants worn by boys…
This totally incredible band is Sine Language. Check them out! Oh, I forgot to mention that this is my nephew Dustin’s band.
Life is a delicate, intricately woven lie with bits of truth entwined throughout. We lay with this thick, stiffling cover over our faces, keeping us from seeing beyond the beautiful, malevolent weave. It’s never too late to breach the weave to see out past the design of your own creation.
I need a pair of good scissors.
but my heart is not in it. Instead, I will do my year looking forward. I don’t make resolutions — mostly because I can’t stick to them and then I feel completely dissapointed in myself. So, in the year looking forward, I will focus on my spirit, mind and body. I think the best way to do this is to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. Yep…that’s what I want to do this coming year. I’m not going to make stupid resolutions that will fall to the wayside one by one. Instead I will be resolute in my need to improve my overall state of mind and body. I have wanted to learn Kung Fu for as long as I can remember, and it’s not just because it’s fun to say “Kung Fu”, but because it is an amazing art, and I just want to!
I am looking forward to my future.
Diane Marie Francis
Nov. 25, 1938 – Dec. 30, 2008
My mom died this morning. My sister called last night to tell me that she was in the hospital. This morning she called to say that “Mom is gone”. Strange words those. They keep echoing in my mind. I can hear my sister’s voice, the tone, the breath, the tears, the sadness. “Mom is gone.” So final. It’s all so final. I knew – we all knew that she would eventually let go of this world. I just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. She had cancer – the kind that infiltrates vital organs in your body like your liver, colon, intestines and others. We found out only a few months ago that she has, had cancer, and now she is gone. “Mom is gone.” I can still hear my sister’s voice.
The tears won’t stop. I don’t know if they will ever stop, and I don’t care if they ever do.
She wasn’t a woman who left behind a legacy of worldly exploits or incredible feats of daring. She was my mom. She could make me feel better about most anything by saying “Don’t be sad Shar, everything will be okay.” She was strong, funny, goofy, smart, out-going, creative, kind, caring, generous, loving, and a realm of so much more. She could write beautiful poetry and insanely offbeat stories, and just recently I found out that she could sing. I love my mother. The legacy she left behind is her children. We are all alike in so many ways and yet so extremely different. In her youngest daughter, Chrissy, she left her strength and her caring. In me, her middle daughter Sharon, she left her creativity and goofiness. In her oldest daughter Cindy, she left her kindness and generous heart. And in her only son Billy, she left her humor and gregariousness. To all of us, she left her never-ending love.
If I close my eyes, I can hear her voice, “Don’t be sad Shar, everything will be okay.”
Billy, Cindy, Mom, Sharon and Chrissy Thanksgiving 2008
The day after Christmas always seems to be depressing. Not when I was a child, because I still had toys to play with, but as an adult. I didn’t get any toys this year. Maybe that’s why I’m slightly depressed. I honestly think that toys are an essential part of any Christmas. I recieved some lovely presents, things I very much wanted, but alas, no toys. Next year I am really hoping for a magic 8 ball, an etch a sketch and maybe a new game. I don’t know if I can hold out another year without a magic 8 ball. I may just go and get one as a Christmas gift to myself.
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