Roland grew up on beans and rice. I on the other hand grew up on casseroles. So that's what I make. I'm fortunate that Roland loves to cook and bake and enjoys a lot more than rice and beans. He is actually a very good cook. Not so great at cleaning up. But when I don't have to cook the food myself, I really don't mind.
For several years I spent a lot of time on the computer. Roland was basically self employed and I was his secretary creating a system that would work for us - advertising through post cards, letters and keeping track of addresses sent. And Roland would cook and bake while I was on the computer. I actually enjoyed that system.
But with the broken economy and an unpromising future, Roland has taken on a job with a company that issues paychecks twice a month and gives us an actual amount to work with. He works from 8-5 or 7-4 depending. And so I am now responsible for seeing that dinner is ready when he returns. Usually I am scrimping for creative ways to utalize whatever happens to be in the fridge. My last two meals have consisted of turkey and vegetables.
On Monday I made a mock shepherds pie. Roland said he had never had it before, and actually claimed that he liked it. (I rarely ever get that. I am not a chef. I don't choose to be. I can follow a recipe, but it's got to be exact. If the item I'm baking needs to be covered, it must say so in the recipe - otherwise it won't get covered)
After two days of shepherd pie and frozen leftovers, I looked for another recipe. Turkey and zucchini lasagna. I found a few recipes through Google. But still changed a bit. I would rather have Alfredo than Mariana - though I know the Mariana is better for us health wise. So I waited another day for Roland's input. He wanted the Mariana, but at the last minute told me to use up the Alfredo. And so I did.
I put some oil in the bottom of the crockpot and layered it with turkey and noodles, a beet greens and zucchini mixture, rocatta cheese, noodles and back to the meat and alfredo sauce and vegtables and cheese. Only took three hours for it to cook - and it was good. Rich. But good. But still - too much for just me and Roland (Jenna refuses to allow it anywhere near her lips) so now we have three containers of leftovers for those days I don't feel like cooking (which is actually often) 2 with turkey lasagna and 1 with Shepherd's pie.
On Monday I made 7 dozen cookies - four zucchini and three no bake. They were all gone by Wednesday. Can you believe that? Granted we did share 2-3 dozen - maybe a little bit more. But I think my Jenna may be getting pudgy. Okay. No more cookies for a while. It just sounded better than bread pudding - which Roland had wanted to make. As if he has time.
Now it is he on the computer pulling up sites to reference material. And he is on hours at a time.
I'd like to go back to how it was before - when he was in the kitchen and I was on the computer.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
The Novelty has Worn off, That Ship has Sailed
Recently I was watching a show (well,
attempting to watch) called “Bunheads” The particular episode focuses around
Michelle substitute teaching for Fanny, who is out of town, and, according to Facebook,
will be for some time.
All of the supporting characters are aware
of Fanny’s extended plans except for Michelle – who hasn’t checked her Facebook
page and is bothered that the whole world seems to revolve around Facebook
communication.
There is nothing private about Facebook. Things are taken out of context,
misunderstood, mistranslated, and up for political debate.
One of my Facebook friends joined after
three years of rebellion. Facebook was
not for her. She’s been able to
communicate just fine without it – but not always so informed.
Like Michelle, she’d learn from other
people, “Oh, I hear your grandson won the trophy and that there will be a
celebration.” “Who else is going to Mr.
Walkie’s picnic on Friday?” “Did you hear so and so got the lead in the school
play?”
Okay, I don’t know the exact quotes that
she read. The first example is probably
totally inaccurate as she supports her grandchildren to the fullest and is
always there – provided that the information has been related to her.
I guess after three years of listening to
her family converse about current events that hadn’t yet reached her ears, she
joined Facebook – though she seemed leery or did it out of rebellion or what
have you.
Actually, it appears that she has been on
it almost daily since she joined. And
usually her posts are profound and have great meaning. She shares links and views and probably does
reach more people now than before.
I visit Facebook weekly at best. I go in to view and post pictures and send
wishes to those having birthdays (the calendar reminder is actually one of my
favorite features) Sometimes I read
comments that have been made. Overall I
see it as a great big bill board with just as many advertisements as
comments.
The appearance of facebook has changed
three to five times since I’ve joined – the latest being time line – and you
are going to join forces weather you want to or not. I actually didn’t have a problem with time
line. Corey has not been happy about the
mandatory sweitch however.
I noticed that many times people leave
comments on stupid posts, but I get very little on the ones that I really care
about. Or used to care about. I seldom ever put posts on Facebook
anymore. I’d rather Blog what’s on my
mind.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Online Schooling is Definitely NOT for me
I have a friend whose husband is a
recruiting officer for one of those online schools. He sits at a desk while the
automatic dialer spins out call after call of potential students. If/When one picks up, he introduces himself
and states the purpose of his call.
I am certain that over 50% of their “potential
students” are not potential at all. They
were victims of online job hunting believing that they were filling out an
application for the a job that would hopefully tie them over and entered info
on those pop-ups designed to retrieve information to so sucker you into going
to their schools.
I know as I have been a victim of this
“potential” marketing myself. I am livid
at the method of “solicitation” – if I wanted to go to school, I would search
out for the school – I don’t need someone contacting me to try to “sell” me a product
that is going to put me further in debt than I already am. Thank you very much!
Their biggest selling point (that I
see) is that it works to the students convenience because he or she can choose
his/her own hours and doesn’t have to be on a set schedule as with the campus
schools. They don’t clue you in as how
the hours can literally swallow so much of your time. But perhaps many really don’t know how time
consuming it is.
The recruiters are expected to have so
many starts in any given month. If they
don’t make the quota, they are invited to leave. That’s not really fair – given the
circumstances that most of the “students” who are contacted are not interested
in being called let alone making a commitment – which a large percentage don’t.
The online schools don’t have near as
much to offer in career choices as campus schools. There haven’t been any that have appealed to
me personally. I prefer a hands-on – one
on one if possible. I like having a live
instructor that can communicate to me without
the benefit of a computer. Oh, don’t get me wrong – I value my computer – but not
to the point of replacing an education the “old fashion” way.
After a year or so with the company (I
don’t actually know how long) my friend’s husband was entitled to take the
online courses for free (provided he work with the online school for the next
three years or come up with the finances on his own) for either himself or a
family member.
As he currently has only one child who
would qualify – and that child wants to go into medicine (which is not an
online program) and my friend isn’t all that thrilled about the programs
offered either, her husband has decided to further educate himself – which is
all well and good – but it is sooo time consuming. His greatest sacrifice (in my opinion) has
been giving up several hours of sleep.
I’ve been to her house a few times
when her husband has been trying to fulfill assignments. It appears to be so frustrating. My friend has
had to physically remove her children from the environment so that he is able
to stay more focused. But she is never
gone long enough. What is suppose to be “two
hours any given four days in the week” turns into eight.
She says that often he doesn’t get to bed
until after 2:00 and then he needs to be up by 6:00. Perhaps his body has adjusted to needing only
four hours per night (uh, morning) but my friend says that he comes home
physically and mentally exhausted. And
she is worried about him.
Right now he is an A student. It will be
another three years before he “graduates” – and then what? Will having his degree or certificate or
whatever it is help him to land a better job?
Will all those hours he spent at the computer, giving up sleep (not to
mention a few family moments) be worth it?
I can receive an education online without
getting credit for it. There is tons of
information to learn and so much right at our fingertips (literally) but I have
to go at my own pace – which is not a part of the schooling education
For some people, online schooling really
is an ideal thing – particularly if they are only working part time and have
inherited a good chunk of money – and single – without children – without interruptions
. . . perhaps it for some it has its perks.
But it’s not for me personally. I
can actually understand why the drop-out ratio is so high.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Things sure have changed
The town I grew up in was not a
metropolis. Or at least it hadn’t
started out that way. But over the time,
the city has built itself around that area making it much larger than a town.
When I was little, everything had to be
driven to – the doctors, the swimming pool, the hospitals, my grandma’s house .
. . not much in the way of walking
distance. My parents even had to drive quite
a distance just to get to the freeway.
Today access to the freeway is just around
the corner from where I grew up. I used
to have picnics with my brother and his friends in a vacant field -which is no
longer - as the land was dug up and is now a part of the intrastate freeway.
There are at least 20-30 fast food chains
and restaurants within walking distance.
The small trailer where we had opened our first savings account broke
ground on now houses an actual building that changed hands (bank names) at least three
times before transforming into a Subway sandwich shop. I don’t even know if it’s still there or
not.
Many stores have come and gone since I lived there. I remember one building was a Chinese restraunt, a fish and chips, a trophy and plaque store, and a doctor’s office. Currently it is a Hertz – really? There is seriously a lot to put cars in?
Many stores have come and gone since I lived there. I remember one building was a Chinese restraunt, a fish and chips, a trophy and plaque store, and a doctor’s office. Currently it is a Hertz – really? There is seriously a lot to put cars in?
I remember a few buildings changing hands
on what seemed like a weekly basis.
I loved going to Gibsons and to
Allied. Both names and places of the
past.
Jenna gets angry when I accidently refer
to her Ipod as a walkman.
Says
I’m lucky I had my own phonograph when I was younger. She was thinking the hand cranked kind. I said (in a highly offended voice) I’m not
that old. She laughed.
My brothers (that would include my
non-biological family across the street) and I used to take swim lessons at the
Deseret Gym. Now the LDS Conference
Center built over where Deseret gym used to be.
When we’d visit my Uncle out in Kearns, it
seemed quite a drive from our house – but when I lived there with Roland
everything was really quite close. The
Sinclair gas station that received its new make-over after we moved has now
been ripped out so that the already wide road can be widened even more.
Of course I don’t remember anything about
my birth except for what my mom tells me.
Dad wasn’t allowed in the delivery room.
I had three family members with me when I gave birth to Jenna. My then 11 year old neice was able to watch
her sister get born. But than maybe it depends on what area you're in. My son, Tony, said he wasn't allowed in the delivery room when his daughter was born - and that was just five months ago.
Jenna was not allowed to visit her cousin,
Ana after she was born. But two years later she was able to visit her newborn
cousin, Garret, once he got out of ICU and was brought into his mother’s
room. She wasn’t even allowed to visit
Kayla (Ana and Garret’s mother) two years ago.
Jenna’s car seat had been purchased at a
garage sale eight years ago. It passed
inspection. Not by today’s
standards. No way. I guess I can understand that – to a degree
anyway. There’s another thing that
improves each year – or attempted to anyway.
Mom held me in her lap when I was an infant. As a toddler I was placed in a seat which
slid over the back of the chair – front seat.
My mom was told to keep my brother,
Patrick, and I on our backs. By the time
Corey and Kayla came along, the policy had changed to laying newborns on their
bellies. Mom kept them on their backs
anyway – even Corey who was two months premature. Afterall the back procedure had worked fine
for me and Patrick. Somewhere along the
line it got changed back. Too many
babies ended up smothering themselves.
Jenna preferred being on her stomach. For the most part I would let her fall asleep
on me and then I would lay her on her back.
I remember when she learned to roll from her stomach to her back. She’d cry and cry when she couldn’t figure
how to return to being on her stomach again.
What changes do you remember?
Friday, August 3, 2012
McDonald’s: an Evolution of Perception
When we are children and don’t know
any better, we believe that McDonald’s is the greatest thing. Oh, sure, perhaps we’re too busy at the play
center or enjoying the toy that falls apart long before we have finished
whatever lame meal was ordered. What did
we know about nutrition? It wasn’t even
in our vocabulary.
Teenagers seemed divided. It’s fast, it’s cheap, close enough to the
high school or jr. high. Given the right
time of the day . . . not that I think of it as a hangout – not in your larger
cities anyway. Not with a playland and
30 screaming kids.
“It’s not where you take a girl on a
date,” says Randy. Although I could
picture Tony doing that very thing – and not with a limo and candles (which
Randy said was too cheesy – why spend the money on a limo? Why not just better quality food? Have to agree with that part.
Biff likes the yogurt parfaits. That’s about it. Even at thirteen (when he was seriously a
better eater than he is now) he saw McDonald’s food as something that would
clog the arteries. And it would take
years and years to undo the damage. I
think Biff views McDonald’s as the gateway to suicide.
As adults we would prefer NOT to go to
McDonald’s. It’s fine to take the kids
when they’re younger, but as they get older?
Come on. Surely we can come up
with better food – even if McDonald’s does seem the only thing in the budget.
Children don’t seem to appreciate home cooked meals. Going out just seems so much more prestige –
even if it is McDonald’s.
I recall the first time the boys had Alfredo
sauce. Neither Biff or Tony (who
literally eats anything but chicken) seemed unimpressed, but Randy (who always
expressed his gratitude and appreciative thoughts and anything to be the center
of attention) said (and he genuinely did mean it as a compliment) "This tastes
like restaurant food”
Randy was grateful to eat something
other than the budget meals that they had before I met Roland. And he really did like it even if Biff and
Tony weren’t all that impressed.
I think it is the prices at McDonald’s
that draw in the senior citizens. I
remember dad thinking McDonald’s was pretty good. And mom, who, for so many year has said, “I
don’t want to eat at McDonald’s.” didn’t seem to mind it the other day when
Jenna announced that’s where she wanted to go.
I certainly wasn’t up for McDonald’s food, but that’s where we ended up
and “grandma” didn’t seem to mind.
I guess by definition of the AARP I
turned into a senior citizen at the end of May this year. But my love for McDonald’s (should I ever
have one) is so far into the future that I think my taste buds will have to be
further gone than I am.
On the up side: McDonald’s does
provide housing for families for children who are in hospitals closer to the
hospital than their own houses. The
paper products used by McDonald’s are supposedly all recyclable. Big Macs, for instance, used to come in a
Styrofoam carton. Styrofoam is not
recyclable. Therefore it was changed to cardboard. Though I think more ends up in the “garbage”
than in the “recycling” – how can a product all covered in fatty food possibly
be recycled?
There are a lot of pluses to McDonalds
– possibly more than down sides. They
may have a bad rap with many. But there
will always be that genuine love among the children and senior citizens.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
We’ve Been Told That MuliTasking is a Myth
Corey
showed me this cartoon about five hours after Roland and I had driven to
Roland’s work. He was talking about this
very subject – commenting that there’s no such thing as multitasking. I couldn’t believe he was saying that.
He is amazing at multitasking behind the
wheel. And we have known several who fit in the “Molly Mormon” role – each with
8-14 kids. And it seems the more
children they have, the greater they are at multitasking. Straighting the dress on one while fixing the
hair on the other while cooking dinner and doing laundry, and feeding the
youngest two and reading a book in order to prepare for the Relief Society
lesson which actually isn’t until next month – but multitasker Molly Mormons
don’t procrastinate. They put all scouts
to shame as they will never be prepared as much as Molly Mormon. (On a side
note: many Molly Mormons actually do teach or at least assist with scouting)
I was convinced that there was no myth –
that multitasking really does take place.
And just less than twelve hours later I was sitting in front of the boob
tube watching Multiplicity. That’s when I absorbed what I’d been hearing all
day. There is truth in the saying that
there’s no such thing as multi-tasking.
No such thing. Apparently it is
believable as being able to clone ourselves to fulfill all those things that we
need to do. To multitask.
I could never be a multitasker. But I thought there were a handful of people
that were. I believed in the myth. I have seen Molly Mormon in action. Or was it the same trickery that is used by a
magician?
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Weeding out the Red-Rooted Bastard
I once heard the following about an
elderly woman with a very nice garden.
Someone had asked how she maintained without weeds. She had set a goal to pull 15 a day. I’m guessing she didn’t have to deal with
pigweed.
I actually have two nicknames for the
weed that springs back to life the minute it is pulled. The more offensive name mentioned in the
title of this post and “Rapunzel” – though I think it grows much faster than Rapunzel’s
hair. But unlike Rapunzel’s hair, there
is absolutely nothing special about it.
It’s a weed. A multiplying
undying weed.
I will pull them up by their
roots. I will have a tremendous pile of
these red-rooted pigweeds – more outside of the garden than inside. It seems for every one I’ve pulled at least
four to seven have grown back in its place.
How am I supposed to keep up with that?
And if we don’t pull them now while they are sprouts, they will be much
harder to pull.
When we moved into this house, there
was a large tree growing near the house.
The neighbors’ driveway was starting to crack as the roots were pushing
into the foundation. She called it a
trash tree and said it needed to be removed. The stump still remains in our
yard and thus we haven’t seen the roots attached. I’m certain that they are red (or were – it’s
possible that they have died off by now)
When I first saw the pigweed sprout
up, I was certain that they were/are daughters of the trash tree – that could
have been something else. Whatever it
was it wasn’t intentionally planted. It
just grew there and made a mess.
I remember hearing the Biblical
stories of Joshua defeating different cities with the instruction and help of our
God. They had to kill babies. Little babies. Innocent babies. That bothered me for the longest time –
because all babies are born innocent.
Even Hitler (no matter how hard to believe) was born innocent. And yet that would have been the best time to
get him – drop him, strangle him, drown him . . .
There are so many films and themes and
movies devoted to time travel. What
if? What if we could save Kennedy? What if we could destroy Hitler before he
even knew what power was?
One show depicts the midwife taking
the baby and throwing it in the river.
Mrs. Hitler is devastated and insists that the child is replaced. A kidnapped baby is brought to her that she
may raise him as her own. She calls him
Adolf.
And no matter how often the attempt to
save him is made, Pres. Kennedy always ends up getting killed. It has already happened. Though the idea of traveling back in time to
save him is appealing, it does not exist.
He died at the hands of whom? Lee
Harvey Oswald? A conspiracy perhaps?
When I think of the weeds and the time
traveling non-changes, it makes it easier to understand and accept scriptures
like Joshua 6:21.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Like a Fly to Cowpie
That’s
how she described her passion for family history: “like a fly to cowpie”. She had been raised on a dairy farm – it was
a natural analogy – though I could think of better ones: “a duck to water” “a
monkey on a cupcake” or Roland’s favorite: “like Godzilla on Tokyo”
I
don’t even have a passion for genealogy or family research (from an earlierpost) but
wouldn’t have compared it to manure.
Family History is a good thing and works for a lot of people. And there are many aspects of family history
that I do enjoy – but research is a far cry from being one of them.
It’s not just family history that gets
her fired up. I believe that it is
everything that comes her way. She
greets it with her heart which shines in her smile. I think she may have an even bigger love for
life than my sister-in-law, Sunny, whom I truly admire.
Sunny teaches pre-school. Parents put their children on waiting lists
and feel very honored when they get in.
Sunny is awesome at introducing children to their first steps to
life. May her students always remember
her enthusiasm. I wish I had even just one ounce of that passion.
In addition to the family history
class, Hannah also has a calling as the enrichment leader. She is so prepared and so excited and gets to
know the sisters and invites them in and makes them feel welcome. I think there have been some major awesome
turn outs since she’s been put in.
Hannah and Sunny. Share the joy. You can’t help but smile along with
them.
Experiencing the Great Outdoors
As soon as I hit “publish” on my last
post – the very second (I kid you not) I could hear Highness scratching at the
door – which made a grand total of 29 minutes and 41 seconds that he had been
outside. Which is 28 minutes and 58
seconds longer than usual.
We haven’t had him for a full year
yet. I think he stayed out longer when
the weather was cooler – but not cold.
After the snow melted and the ground softened a bit, Highness started
digging. He escaped too many times. But he hasn’t managed to sneak past the board
that we put up in May. Too bad we didn’t
know about it sooner.
The couple next door has a grandson
that visits almost weekly. He’s a
handful.
Truman’s Nana invited my daughter over
to play shortly after we moved in. But Truman
would wear on Jenna’s nerves. He was
much too immature for her. Still is – but has developed a more sophisticated vocabulary.
There is still a two age difference
between them, but over the years Jenna has come to tolerate Truman and even
accept him as friend – maybe her only friend.
Just haven’t seen a lot of kids this summer.
Jenna has never been on an actual camping trip. The few “camping” experiences she’s had have
consisted of setting up the tent in the back yard and roasting marshmallow over
the grill. Right now it seems to be
enough. In 2010 she went “camping” with
her brother (the one who is currently in the army) This year it was with Roland
after Father’s Day (which you can read more about here)
My
last post indicated that she was camping next door. A tent had been set up in the backyard. She spent the night with Truman, and his Nana
– who had invited Jenna to stay with them.
Don’t know that Roland was as thrilled with the idea. But there had been a spark in Jenna’s eyes
all day. I couldn’t say “NO’’ and kill
the excitement that she had been feeling all day Friday. She would be crying otherwise.
Not
only did she have a great sleepover. She
spent time in the pool and ran through the sprinklers and ended up going to the
movies with the family Saturday afternoon.
They went and saw “Brave” which she initially didn’t want to see. She expressed her lack of interest each time
a preview would appear. I said that I
would like to see it – she must have had a change of heart. She said that “Brave” was awesome. I won’t be seeing it until it comes to the
dollar theatre. We’ll go on a Monday
when the shows are 75 cents.
I
am so grateful that Jenna has found friendship after almost three years. Still has friends and is very popular where
we came from – but it’s been a lot more difficult over hear. Though she does have two sets of brothers
fighting over her already. Oh, my heck!
She’s only eight!
Thank
you Ben and Stacey for taking Jenna under your wing and allowing her to go on
your family activities.
Friday, July 27, 2012
fireworks and sleeping beneath the stars
She came to me the other night.
"What is that noise?"
"It's the fireworks (all month long)"
"I can't sleep."
That was in her bed
in her room
fan going
didn't drown out the noise.
Tonight she is in a tent in
the backyard next door
Flashlights going
I can hear her friend talking
and his Nana asking
why don't they all go to sleep.
I let Highness outside before I went to bed.
He usually returns in less than an entire minute.
But he's out there lying down.
It's been almost thirty.
He must be taking comfort in the voices of
Jenna and Trume.
Hopefully I will have more details tomorrow
about this exciting campout.
"What is that noise?"
"It's the fireworks (all month long)"
"I can't sleep."
That was in her bed
in her room
fan going
didn't drown out the noise.
Tonight she is in a tent in
the backyard next door
Flashlights going
I can hear her friend talking
and his Nana asking
why don't they all go to sleep.
I let Highness outside before I went to bed.
He usually returns in less than an entire minute.
But he's out there lying down.
It's been almost thirty.
He must be taking comfort in the voices of
Jenna and Trume.
Hopefully I will have more details tomorrow
about this exciting campout.
Personalities of the Hundred Acre Wood
I don’t know if I first noticed the
resemblance between Jenna and Tigger (from Disney’s Winnie-the-Pooh) or Frances
and Eyore – I’m thinking the latter.
Frances would often wear shirts with logos
that were either Tinkerbelle or Eyore. I
once thought “Frances could be Eyore” kind of sluggish, not very pleasant,
somewhat of a pessimist – which is sad – because she hadn’t always been like
that.
The transformation probably took place
within the first couple of years after she received her first period. And perhaps it was during those times I would
happen to see her that she was going through PMS or whatever. She’d become lazy, had always been
careless. She could easily misplace her
tail. Frances was Eyore.
Jenna has been enthusiastically
pouncing for almost six or seven years.
As with Tigger, she doesn’t do it maliciously – she just gets
excited. Since I’d been picking her up
from pre-school or the sitters or wherever, she has run to and embraced me at
full speed and amazingly hasn’t yet knocked me over.
She is not made of rubber and springs
– and I’m definitely not. Though I’ve
tried to tame her, she still continues to pounce. Jenna IS Tigger.
That got me to wondering if the restof us had personality traits that would resemble those that
lived in the 100 acre wood. Up until
then I guess I hadn’t thought of each character as a different personality
trait. But now I do.
I assigned myself to be Rabbit as
Rabbit often feels uptight about stupid things that he can’t control. Let it go.
Move on. No, not Rabbit. He seems to focus on the things that upset
him. Maybe not.
Rabbit’s actually a harder worker than
I am. LOVES gardening. I don’t loathe it so much as I just don’t
care for the overall temperature that seems to come with gardening (put me
indoors with an air conditioner) but does seem to often snap at others. I REALLY NEED to shed this personality
trait. It’s not a desirable one. But I do tend to get uptight about
circumstances and wish I would stop.
Roland is definitely Kanga. He seems to possess maternal instincts and
sometimes will coddle our children – particularly when they don’t want to be
coddled. He’s a worrier, provider, a
nurturer and supervisor among other things.
I decided that Biff would be
Winnie-the-Pooh. Pooh’s one focus is
with “hunny”. Biff’s is the gym. Stuffed with fluff? Not exactly.
Biff works out. He would never
get stuck in Rabbit’s hole for example.
But he does have the same loveable qualities found in pooh bear. And
there are times that I have wondered if his head might not be full of cotton.
Tony and Pamprin are both
playful. Both would like to hold hands
with someone who will make the decision.
Of course I don’t know Pamprin near as well as I know Tony. He likes to laugh. He likes to play. But he has definite signs of
responsibility. Both Tony and Pamprin
have changed diapers. I wouldn’t think
too many of the hundred acre wood characters would even know how to do that.
Randy is wise. I considered the owl – though the owl seems
kind of squirrely to me at times. I made
Randy Christopher Robin – as Christopher Robin is more of the observer outside
of the 100 acre woods and can come and go at his desire. Randy has been coming and going since he was
nine (possibly sooner). Sometimes he’s a
part of us, but often he chooses to let us work it out amongst ourselves.
Wasn’t that a wonderful post?
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Nothing wrong with being Fox or Chick
“What do you like for breakfast?”
Said Fox
to Chick one day.
But
Chick was silent and frightened.
He didn’t
know what to say.
“I like
eating vegetables.”
Fox
continued on.
“I like
raw ones upon my plate
And I
eat until they’re gone’
“I like
all kinds, but my favorite
Are the ones
that have a root.
I’ll eat
legumes to get protein.
Don’t
care much for meat or fruit.”
Still
quiet and bewildered,
Chick
didn’t say a thing
The
nervous fowl just shuttered
Beneath each
wing.
And then
they heard the taunting:
“Fox and
Chick sitting in a tree . . .”
“Are
they teasing both of us?” Chick asked.
“Or are
they only teasing me?”
“I’m different,”
said the fox, “And so
All the
other animals make fun.
They
think I ought to be a certain way.
And not
the way I’ve done’
“I don’t
think the same as most fox do
I don’t
fit the stereotypical mold
But it’s
okay. I’m not like them.
Being
true to myself I uphold.”
Chick
understood. Fox wasn’t the same
Fox wasn’t
going to eat Chick
There is
something to be admired about
Making individualism
stick.
kfralc
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