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’m just not speaking right now.

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.