I did this exercise on my Blogger journal, but I didn't exactly follow the rules. I'm doing it here trying to follow the pattern exactly. If any of you want to try it, you'll find the pattern HERE. I suggest you leave a link to your entry HERE, if you choose to do it. You might even win a small prize for your efforts. But the real prize is the way you feel doing it.
I am the first living baby carried to full term born to a couple in Iowa who had been married for twelve years. Who had the colic for six months, and wouldn’t shut up crying in the evenings unless somebody walked the floor with her constantly, and was potty-trained by the time she was a year old (Mama swore it was the truth!).
I am the child who played cowboys and Indians and was always the Indian, and once in awhile played with baby dolls, but always pretended they were papooses.
Who loved brown sugar fudge and horses and Martin-and-Lewis movies.
Who stored Heidi and the Bobbsey Twins and Hans Christian Anderson in my treasure box.
Who dreamed of owning a pony, and never thought she would be lucky enough to have a man who truly loved her.
I am the teenager who never dated. Who wore can-can slips and saddle oxfords, and loved cats and hated being so different from everybody else her age.
Who didn’t rebel until she was almost 21, and got married shortly thereafter.
Who dreamed of having a dozen babies and knew she would love being a mother. She even had a dozen names chosen.
I am the woman who married a man she had only known for six months or so.
Who loves God and her family and country life.
I am the mother who loves solitude and goes crazy if I have to spend too much time with anybody, and whose moments of perfect bliss come when I’m riding my horse, or traveling with my husband who doesn't even like to travel.
I am the housewife and factory worker who loves folk music and avoids housework, and who spends way too much time on the Internet.
I am the woman who is self-centered and hard-headed and wayward. I am the person who wishes she could change the world and write a thousand songs.
I am the woman who still loves Roy Rogers and Gene Autry, but never thinks about them often.
Who still longs to learn to really play the guitar, rather than just chord. (But doesn't want to put forth that much effort.)
I am the person who dreams of peace and perfection, and is grateful that God and people are willing to put up with her, and who hopes somebody will remember her with a smile fifty years after she’s gone.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Hey, our day is getting more exciting!
Cliff is rather lost lately; he has no projects going in the shop. He has several things he'd like to do outside, but there's nothing he can do with the ground frozen and the weather so cold. Today he saw that Orschelns (a farm store) had some good sales going, and out of boredom he decided to go buy a few things. Now, you know Cliff is stir-crazy when it's his idea to go shopping! I forgot to take pictures at Orschelns, but trust me, you aren't missing anything.
The school bus came early this morning and the girls left so fast, they forgot their lunches; so we dropped those off on our way out. They could have bought a school lunch, but they were very excited about the contents of their lunch boxes today. I hated to see them disappointed.
We stopped at Walmart in hopes that I could get enough essentials to head off another trip to the grocery store later this week. Let's face it, any time we're out, we stop at a Walmart. Cliff has often threatened to put up our tent camper in the Walmart parking lot when we're on vacation, simply because we're always hunting one up.
The dry snow we're getting isn't supposed to amount to much. Still, it's sorta pretty.
The school bus came early this morning and the girls left so fast, they forgot their lunches; so we dropped those off on our way out. They could have bought a school lunch, but they were very excited about the contents of their lunch boxes today. I hated to see them disappointed.
We stopped at Walmart in hopes that I could get enough essentials to head off another trip to the grocery store later this week. Let's face it, any time we're out, we stop at a Walmart. Cliff has often threatened to put up our tent camper in the Walmart parking lot when we're on vacation, simply because we're always hunting one up.
The dry snow we're getting isn't supposed to amount to much. Still, it's sorta pretty.
18 degrees, and we walked
Ten degrees makes quite a difference; it didn't feel nearly as cold today as yesterday when we walked. You'd be surprised how all the bulky clothes slow us down. But at least we're walking, and after those icy days when we were stranded in the house, I can appreciate getting out.
And that's the big excitement of my whole day. But have faith, spring is coming!
And that's the big excitement of my whole day. But have faith, spring is coming!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
never too cold to go for a walk
Yesterday Cliff and I decided to try walking our normal route in the pasture; there's snow on the hillsides, but we're able to pretty much follow our normal route. When we set out this morning, it was 8 degrees with a wind chill of 15 below, or something like that, but you'd be surprised how fast a person can warm up, walking up a hill. We were bundled up like crazy, of course, and even had our mouths covered.
Sadie is unbelievably happy to have her little run every morning.
I've written a lot about my fondness for Grey's Anatomy. Last fall there was a much-publicized feud between Isaiah Washington and Patrick Dempsey; and now I understand there's a feud between Isaiah Washington and T.R. Knight. I don't normally worry about these silly show-business spats, or even care. I don't buy "National Enquirer".
But now I'm afraid somebody will quit the show, and there isn't a single character I want to give up!
It's all about me, right?
Sadie is unbelievably happy to have her little run every morning.
I've written a lot about my fondness for Grey's Anatomy. Last fall there was a much-publicized feud between Isaiah Washington and Patrick Dempsey; and now I understand there's a feud between Isaiah Washington and T.R. Knight. I don't normally worry about these silly show-business spats, or even care. I don't buy "National Enquirer".
But now I'm afraid somebody will quit the show, and there isn't a single character I want to give up!
It's all about me, right?
Sunday, January 28, 2007
I feel so guilty
My oldest granddaughter, Amber, spent the night here last night with her mini-pin, Sophie. Nothing unusual about that.
This morning, Cliff and I went to the Church I used to attend all the time, since he had no big projects that demanded his being in the shop for hours and hours. I sometimes miss the lovely sounds of that choir, and it's always a treat to hear them again. Last time we visited there was Easter, four days before Cliff had heart surgery. We went on our motorcycle that day.
As we left this morning, I told Amber to feel free to watch my "second season Grey's Anatomy" DVDs. She's as much a fan as I am.
When Cliff and I got home, she was well into the fourth episode of the series. I told Cliff if he wanted to watch something on TV, Amber would be happy to turn off the DVDs.
"No," he said, "Grey's Anatomy is fine."
That was noon. Amber left around 3 PM. Cliff and I were still watching until 7 PM, and I was the one who finally cried "uncle". You can get too much of a good thing.
I do think Amber and I have created another "Grey's Anatomy" fan. Please don't tell Cliff I said that. OK?
This morning, Cliff and I went to the Church I used to attend all the time, since he had no big projects that demanded his being in the shop for hours and hours. I sometimes miss the lovely sounds of that choir, and it's always a treat to hear them again. Last time we visited there was Easter, four days before Cliff had heart surgery. We went on our motorcycle that day.
As we left this morning, I told Amber to feel free to watch my "second season Grey's Anatomy" DVDs. She's as much a fan as I am.
When Cliff and I got home, she was well into the fourth episode of the series. I told Cliff if he wanted to watch something on TV, Amber would be happy to turn off the DVDs.
"No," he said, "Grey's Anatomy is fine."
That was noon. Amber left around 3 PM. Cliff and I were still watching until 7 PM, and I was the one who finally cried "uncle". You can get too much of a good thing.
I do think Amber and I have created another "Grey's Anatomy" fan. Please don't tell Cliff I said that. OK?
Why I read on-line journals
I was thinking today about all the journals and blogs I read, and asked myself why I've chosen certain ones for favorites, AOL alerts, or Bloglines.
Of course my kids' journals are first and foremost on my "to-read" list, although my son doesn't update often; blogging seems to be more of a "gal" thing, doesn't it?
When I'm browsing through the Internet looking at different blogs, I tend to look for people with a country or small-town flavor. I connect with them because of our similar backgrounds and lifestyles, and quickly get caught up in their daily lives; before you know it, I feel as though I've known them forever.
I love people who can find humor in every-day life. We don't have to have anything else in common in order to laugh together. Make me laugh and I'll be the first one on the doorstep of your blog, every time you update. (That's Remo and Mrs L, for starters.)
And sometimes, I just connect with the writer of the blog for no particular reason. I know I like them, and that's reason enough.
In my travels through J-land, and now Blogger, I've seen people overcome cancer, and some who didn't. I've held the hands, so to speak, of people who lost a spouse.
I felt the caring of dozens of people whose faces I'll never see in real life, when my husband was in the hospital.
I've commiserated with folks who lost a beloved pet, and rejoiced with those who acquired a new one. I've laughed at the antics of your children and grandchildren, your dogs and cats, your birds and your horses.
If I had to choose one thing about the Internet that I like most, it would be journals and blogs.
Thanks to all of you who continue to connect with me.
Of course my kids' journals are first and foremost on my "to-read" list, although my son doesn't update often; blogging seems to be more of a "gal" thing, doesn't it?
When I'm browsing through the Internet looking at different blogs, I tend to look for people with a country or small-town flavor. I connect with them because of our similar backgrounds and lifestyles, and quickly get caught up in their daily lives; before you know it, I feel as though I've known them forever.
I love people who can find humor in every-day life. We don't have to have anything else in common in order to laugh together. Make me laugh and I'll be the first one on the doorstep of your blog, every time you update. (That's Remo and Mrs L, for starters.)
And sometimes, I just connect with the writer of the blog for no particular reason. I know I like them, and that's reason enough.
In my travels through J-land, and now Blogger, I've seen people overcome cancer, and some who didn't. I've held the hands, so to speak, of people who lost a spouse.
I felt the caring of dozens of people whose faces I'll never see in real life, when my husband was in the hospital.
I've commiserated with folks who lost a beloved pet, and rejoiced with those who acquired a new one. I've laughed at the antics of your children and grandchildren, your dogs and cats, your birds and your horses.
If I had to choose one thing about the Internet that I like most, it would be journals and blogs.
Thanks to all of you who continue to connect with me.
Friday, January 26, 2007
mud
Yep, we got mud. They say it's headed to 55 degrees, then down in the deep freeze tomorrow.
I think I'll go handle my horses, mud or no mud.
I think I'll go handle my horses, mud or no mud.
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