Losing faith in humanity one person at a time


Geocaching: A Healthy Obsession
April 18, 2009, 7:11 pm
Filed under: Family Life, GEOCACHING, HOBBIES | Tags: , , , ,

For all things geocaching, please redirect to my new blog Geocaching Idaho.  Though there are some region specific links, both beginner and avid geocachers will find useful and entertaining information!!



The Conductor: A humorous, and musical, education

We all love to laugh. Most of us love some form of music. The opportunity to get a good laugh, enjoy music, AND learn something, presented itself to me in the form of Mr. Bean.

I watched a couple of his skits and decided to learn a bit more. What is the conductor is actually doing with that baton on stage? Turns out the performance itself is the culmination of LOTS of hard work.

The conductor’s work is both creative and practical. He is the “face of the orchestra”, an ambassador of music.

The conductor must be familiar with every instrument used in a selected work. He must know every note played by every instrument. Just as an air traffic controller directs planes safely through busy airspace , the conductor guides each musician skillfully through an orchestral arrangement of music.

He knows precisely when each musician should enter the piece and keeps time, tempo and other subtle elements of music with the movements of his arms.

Watch Mr. Bean “conduct” in these two skits-

Then read this article to learn more about conductors behind the music.

Now for the real deal.

Here is a wonderful example of conductor as a passionate teacher. “Roni Porat conducting and presenting the Rite of Spring in a unique way with the Israel Phiharmonic”

Here is a young and talented group. A “third grader, as guest conductor of Kris Yenney’s Preparatory Orchestra (part of Ben Simon’s Palo Alto Chamber Orchestra, PACO) for Handel’s “Entrance of the Queen of Sheba” (from “Solomon” HWV 67) at a public performance in the Cubberley Little Theater (Palo Alto, CA) on February 6, 2009.”

Maybe those of you who know more about music would be a harsher judge, but my ears thought that was a lovely performance.

Here’s one more- Metallica & San Francisco Symphony Orchestra-Master Of Puppets

Enjoy!



Random Crazy Things My Kids Say

From Berringer- He loves words and he is very experimental. You never know what he might say!

img_1951From pretty early on after Berringer started learning to talk, he would get in trouble for using ‘bad words’ when frustrated or mad so he started making up his own… a favorite was “poopy wizard” as in “you poopy wizard!”

While playing some ‘bang yer dead’ game with his brother one evening he was heard to say “Jacob, when you die, can I wear your skin?”silly-berr-1

Berr told me he was still ’starving’ after we had just eaten one morning. I reached down to squeeze his skinny little knee and jokingly asked him where all of the food was going that we were feeding him. Not skipping a beat he replied, deadpan, “The toilet.”

2007 Just before Berringer’s 7th B’day he was having a conversation with his dad, when out of the blue he said “You know dad if I died on my b’day, you wouldn’t be coming to my b’day, you’d be coming to my death day.”

When he was 4 he was having a bad day and he told his brother, “I’d rather be dead, I’m going to lay in the street.”

“I only did it on purpose.”

“Nevah!”

“Yur killin’ me!”

2006 In response to my “Could you be any grosser?” (which was meant to be a rhetorical question) Berringer said “Yeah, if I wouldn’t get in trouble for pullin’ down my pants.”

Yes, he is rather focused on the dark side of the moon for a lil kid isn’t he? Go figure. His brother is as sunny side up as he can be morose. He has always been this way. Likes the color black. Loves to be the straight man. Knows what he wants and boy does he have a temper. But he has the tenderest heart of us all!

Sept. 20th 2008- Berringer’s first grade teacher hadn’t given him any homework in a few days. When I asked him about this his reply was “I don’t know what’s wrong with my girl. I’ll have to have a talk with her about my education mom.”

2008 Berr is 7. Lately, he LOVES to be a helper to mom. Every time we go out in the car on an errand he makes a great show of opening my door and bowing to me, and often calls out, “For you my Queen!” or some other flowery praise.

Nov. 2008 I had major surgery recently and was not supposed to lift anything over 5lbs for 6 weeks. I took the boys shopping for clothes, and upon receiving our bag at the counter from the salesperson, Berringer shreiked “Lady NO! Don’t you know my mom is fragile?! Give ME that bag!”

2009 Berringer “Mom can you kiss this hurt spot?” Me “Yes- where is it?” B- “Here…and here…there’s one here, & there’s another, & here too. O shoot mom I just need kissin’ all over, but don’t worry I’ll keep my pants on.” LOL OMG! The things kids say!!

2009 Riding in the car one day Berr said, “Mom, I think I want to be a girl. Why was I born a boy?” I said “Well why do you think you want to be a girl?” Berr- “Because they are so pretty and smell good mom, and I just like them so much!” I had to pull over on the side of the rode. Tears pouring down my face, I opened Berr’s car door, unbuckled him and hugged him as hard as he would let me. “What’s wrong mom?” I told him- “You just gave me and every girl in the world the most beautiful compliment possible. Thank you!”

I will continue to add to this list as I remember things. I will do a separate list for Jacob.

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Jacob ‘Ace’- Our more serious child. He actually thinks before he speaks.

I used to say ‘holy shmoly’ until this comment. “Mom, you’re never gonna be as holy as the Big Man, no matter how many times you say that. Why don’t you just give it up? I have never used that phrase again.

2006- ‘Foo-Foo’ is his answer to anything he doesn’t get his way to. 2009-”Snap” is now the word of choice when he doesn’t like an answer.

jcloseuptongueoutThe boys were sparring (they are currently purple belts in Taekwondo) using a ‘form’. Forms are individual movements put together to create fluid defensive and/or offensive moves. Each movement has a specific name, as well as each form. Well, Berringer got the raw end of some brotherly sparring and ran to me crying. Jacob, not being very compassionate, said to his dad, “So what was that one called; the ‘Go Away And Cry Form‘?”

We are all adventurous eaters, except for Jacob. I had just polished off some snails at a restaurant and there was one longish stringy piece left (an antenna, maybe?) Jacob asked what I would give him if he ate it. I reached in my pockets and offered up a peso and a nickel. He chewed and swallowed, then thought for a moment, I suppose about what he just ate and said “Mom, did I just eat a snail penis?”

Jacob, 9, had Daron and myself rolling tonight. He wanted to make sure that we knew that Nov. 11 wasjyellowboots VETERINARIANS DAY.

Practicing cursive writing one day, Jacob’s hand hurt, and he said “Mom I know why they call it CURSE-ive!”

2009- Jacob googled his name and pulled up the profile of a successful adult in D.C. with the same name. He was so excited, then he got quiet and thoughtful. He looked up at me and said “Mom, this is some other guy. This isn’t like my future self, right?”



Misheard Lyrics
April 14, 2009, 7:25 pm
Filed under: HUMORIZE ME, MUSIC, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , ,

No reason to reinvent the wheel, this is a great link- an extensive reporting by readers of misheard lyrics.    This is probably my favorite video on the very same subject. 



The World Without Us…
December 30, 2008, 2:18 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

“In The World Without Us, Alan Weisman offers an utterly original approach to questions of humanity’s impact on the planet: he asks us to envision our Earth, without us.

In this far-reaching narrative, Weisman explains how our massive infrastructure would collapse and finally vanish without human presence; what of our everyday stuff may become immortalized as fossils; how copper pipes and wiring would be crushed into mere seams of reddish rock; why some of our earliest buildings might be the last architecture left; and how plastic, bronze sculpture, radio waves, and some man-made molecules may be our most lasting gifts to the universe.”

Also from the web site see

Your House Without You

Visit www.worldwithoutus.com



Watching Dragonflies in Yellowstone National Park

While on a family trip through West Yellowstone, we were fortunate to witness dragonfly nymphs emerging from their skins and taking their adult forms. Watching dragonfly emerge from nymph stage

The discarded skin or “exuvia” of a dragonfly nymphdragonfly nymph "exuvia" or discarded skin

Having just shed his skin, this adult dragonfly still resembles his nymph self. But not for long. With each breath his body lengthens and hardens, and wings begin to unfurl…

This newly emerged adult dragonfly rests on blades of grass near the river, waiting for his wings to fully unfurl and his body to dry.2006-yellowstone-dragonfly emergence wings half unfurled

The emergence process from nymph to adult dragonfly can take upwards of 4-6 hours. Click here to see more about the life cycle of the dragonfly, or google ‘Odonata’.



The Omnivore’s Hundred
December 11, 2008, 1:26 pm
Filed under: food, foodie | Tags: , , , , , ,

Here’s what I want you to do:

Here’s a chance for a little interactivity for all the bloggers out there. Below is a list of 100 things that I think every good omnivore should have tried at least once in their life. The list includes fine food, strange food, everyday food and even some pretty bad food – but a good omnivore should really try it all. Don’t worry if you haven’t, mind you; neither have I, though I’ll be sure to work on it. Don’t worry if you don’t recognise everything in the hundred, either; Wikipedia has the answers.

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.
5) If you are not familiar with items on the list Google it.

The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:

1. Venison
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
5. Crocodile (Alligator count?)
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns (obviously)
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more (pre conversion)
46. Fugu
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin *WTF? besides as a filler in products I find no other reference to this as a food source. Are you talking about what people in the south refer to as ‘white dirt?’ It is sold in grocery stores in small chunks in the produce section.
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe (Sebor)
74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill
76. Baijiu
77. Hostess Fruit Pie (Note: Not halal)
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake



A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY…a work in progress

Dated entries will appear on this page-random shit that I find amusing.

December 4, 2008 Last night, while watching my children’s Taekwondo class, I was introduced to a dad who was also there for his kids. Jason was obviously blind. We chatted for a bit. My husband, who was already acquainted with this parent, mentioned that Jason is a massage therapist (MT).

I used to get a weekly massage until recently, when my MT moved away. I asked Jason if he had a card handy. Handing me the card, he said “The office is brand new and there is no sign hanging yet.”

I scanned the card quickly, then dissolved in laughter. (Why, you ask?, Inappropriate! You may be thinking?!) The name of the man’s business is OUT OF SIGHT MASSAGE THERAPY. (I mentioned Jason is blind, right?!)

A couple of things about me. I refuse to go through life with a shitty attitude. I am a bit of a smart ass, and have a dark sense of humor. I appreciate meeting others who don’t take life too seriously.

I think I just made a new friend.



To Be Of Use
November 19, 2008, 12:04 am
Filed under: Family Life, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , ,

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes
almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves,
an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo,
with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and muck
to move things forward,
as to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people
who submerge in the task,
who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass
the bags along, who are not
parlor generals and field deserters but
move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in
or the fire be put out.

The work of the world
is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands,
crumbles to dust.
But the thing
worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies,
clean and evident.

Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn
are put in museums,
but you know they were
made to be used.

The pitcher cries for water
to carry and a person for
work that is real.

From “Circles on the Water” by Marge Piercy
Copyright 1982, Marge Piercy

Reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.



Gone batty: My close encounter with a Hoary Bat
November 17, 2008, 1:26 am
Filed under: Family Life, Short Stories | Tags: , , , , ,

My son was playing with a friend in our backyard one afternoon, when I heard quite a commotion. He came running inside screaming. He had found a bat on a tree. Did I mention it was broad daylight, and that my son was (at the time) 5 years old? Jacob took me to the tree where I got my first up close and personal look at a (live) tiny dark brown bat. Hoary bat

He was clinging to the trunk of a pine, about 3ft off the ground. Wow. Of course the first thing I thought was…rabies. He wasn’t behaving strangely (except that he was out during the daytime, hanging out on the base of a tree.) He appeared to be calm, no frothing at the mouth (as we all have heard rabid animals do,) or aggressive behavior. I do not recommend that anyone handle an injured wild animal. Especially one that is found under such unusual conditions as this. Bats are nocturnal. They generally are not found in the open, so close to the ground.

I have a bit of experience in the area of wildlife rehabilitation, so we left the little bat hanging where he was while I googled information and called a few contacts. After a bit of research I decided the most likely case was this. Hoary Bats generally cling 10-15 feet off the ground in trees by day. This little guy was probably a juvenile or young adult who, after being exhausted from flying, had fallen to the ground from where he had been hanging higher up in the tree. He had climbed up on to the trunk where we found him clinging.

Hoary bat hangingI made a small habitat for him using an aquarium and a potted ivy plant (for him to hang on.) I helped him move onto my heavy duty gloves, and he just hung on. He never tried to bite me. He was quite calm and curious. We spend the better part of the afternoon watching him hang on the ivy plant, and explore his surroundings. I had put a towel at the bottom of the aquarium so that he wouldn’t slide around on the glass. Bats are pretty agile. After watching him move I saw there was a defect (possible injury) near the tip of one of his wings.

We went to the pet store and got a bunch of crickets for him to eat. I soon found out that he was quite picky. He would only eat if I fed him by hand. He also loved drinking water from an eye dropper. While he seemed to LOVE the crickets, he ate about 60 a day, he would not eat the heads.

I hate to stop a story before I am done, but must continue this later.

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What’s wrong with this picture? A work in progress

This is a work in progress. As I go through our photographs, I notice the odd, weird and just plain crazy. On occasion I see stuff that is just wrong! (I never have claimed to be perfect.) I also notice trends in our pictures. For instance, we seem to have lots of pics with peoples tongues sticking out. go figure. Check back from time to time and see what new and bizarre things we are up to!

You know how products always come with stupid warning labels? Well this might be an example of why that is. “Hey ya’ll, watch this!”

Create custom animated gifs at gifninja.com!
Product not intended for use as roller coaster or rocket ship

Everyone loves to take pictures of their children. I am no different. When Berringer was a baby I noticed he could go from happy to pitching a fit in about 10 seconds. Here is one example.

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Missing the point
Missing the point

In 2006, we allowed Jacob to get one of those gameboy thingies, and he was so focused on trying to learn how to use it that the beauty of summer in Alaska was lost on him.

Missing the point
Missing the point


Can Men Breastfeed?

I breastfed both of my sons. I loved every minute that time. Not only was I able to provide them with the best nourishment possible, but we were able to bond on a soulful level. Breastfeeding is both challenging and rewarding. I never once wished to feed my children any other way. There were moments, however, when I was sad that my husband could not enjoy those quiet moments. Well, guys, if you are in touch with your maternal side, heres the evidence that, you too can join Le Leche League!

My son (now a well adjusted age 9) at 2, 'breastfeeding' his baby. My son (now a well adjusted age 9) at 2, 'breastfeeding' his baby.

This article was written by Shea Serrano and originally appeared in the September-October issue of mental_floss magazine. mentalfloss

Q: Can Men Breastfeed?

Odd as it seems, men can lactate. In their 1896 book, Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine, Dr. George Gould and Dr. Walter Pyle recount several occurrences of men breastfeeding their young. The stories include a sailor who put his son to his breast to quiet him and started producing milk; a South American peasant who sustained his child with his own breast milk during his wife’s illness; and a Chippewa man who put his infant to his breast following the death of his wife and produced enough milk to rear the child.

The phenomenon hasn’t stopped. In 2002, a Sri Lankan man named B. Wijeratne lost his wife and was left to care for their 18-month-old daughter. When the child refused powdered milk, Wijeratne tried something different. “Unable to see her cry, I offered my breast,” Wijeratne told a Sri Lankan newspaper. “That’s when I discovered I could breastfeed.”

Wijeratne isn’t alone. All men can breastfeed, because they possess the two most vital components for lactating—mammary glands and pituitary glands. Mammary glands, which produce milk, are present in all mammals. In fact, they’re one of our defining characteristics. In some cases, such as with mice, the mammary glands of the males are too underdeveloped to function. In humans, however, they’re fully formed in both sexes, complete with breastfeeding ducts and nipples.

Of course, for a human to actually breastfeed, those mammary glands have to be activated somehow. In women, this usually happens during pregnancy, when the brain’s pituitary gland starts releasing large amounts of a hormone called prolactin, which prepares the breasts to produce milk.

All men produce small amounts of prolactin during their lifetimes. It’s released after orgasms, for example, and may be responsible for the associated feelings of satisfaction and relaxation. But typically, it’s never present in large enough quantities for men to breastfeed. Under the appropriate psychological circumstances, however, the mind can demand that the body produce more of the hormone. This often happens to mothers who adopt children and suddenly find they can nurse. And as Dr. Gould and Dr. Pyle have documented, there’s a long history of it happening in men, too.




The Power of a Kiss
November 13, 2008, 9:29 am
Filed under: Short Stories | Tags: ,

I have lived this way half my life. With a deaf ear (the bum ear, I call it) and a funny smile (from the facial paralysis.) Long story short. When I was 21yrs old, I was kidnapped at gunpoint from my apartment by 3 strangers. Raped and beaten, I suffered other indignities before I was shot in the head at point blank range, then unceremoniously dumped in an abandoned strip mine, and left for dead.

Fast forward. I turned 42 last month. It is bedtime for my two young sons. My 5 year old climbs up onto my bed for a story and our nightly hugs and kisses. Every night I “plant” kisses and wishes on each boy. In turn they do the same for me. This is a sweet and special moment in our day. My blonde boy looks me over, then plants kisses on all of his ritual spots- cheeks, eyes, chin, lips; saving one kiss for the very last. He always asks “Which ear is the hurt ear mommy?” so he doesn’t mix it up and waste his most special kiss. He gives my right ear a calm steady smack and mushes my face just so between his hands.

My heart stills every time my son remembers to do this for me. I have been OK for a very long time, my life has been been blessed; it continues to be. And every time I get a kiss on that ‘bum’ ear, I swear I think I can hear… just the tiniest bit.

read more at http://survivingviolentcrime.blogspot.com



Dangerously Fun
November 13, 2008, 8:27 am
Filed under: HOBBIES, HUMORIZE ME | Tags: , , ,

Before anyone gets all excited about this site being on my blog let me say definitively, that I’m not endorsing this web site- I found it surfing, it looks interesting, I am a grown up… and ya’ll know I am originally from the south. where our motto (or famous last words depending on the outcome of said dangerous activities) is “hey ya’ll watch this!” That having been said- try the link and have a ‘BLAST!


mental_floss Blog » The LOL Cat of Death

reprinted from Mental_Floss web site. Sept. 2007

The internet is composed of about 75% cat pictures and 20% unbelievable stories to amaze your friends.* So it’s no wonder Oscar, the cat who predicts death, captured the imagination of cyberpace last week. Oscar lives in a nursing home, and only curls up with patients who die within the next few hours. You can read the entire report in the
New England Journal of Medicine, or the shorter Associated Press story we linked here.
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There are many theories about how Oscar knows who is going to die, and some (mostly joking) remarks about how he may be causing the deaths. Those who work with him consider him a hospice hero. But that’s not what I’m posting about. This is about the immediate and predictable flood of art and humor inspired by Oscar’s story.
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More “death cat” images after the jump.

Fark forum members raced to post LOLcats of death, some of them previously produced,
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and some are pictures of Oscar, including the first one in this article.
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My brother put together and sent me this one, unsolicited, as soon as he read about Oscar.

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Apelad posted the kitteh of death from his Laugh Out Loud Cats collection.

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Oscar is an attractive cat. With LOLcat Buildr and some captions that were posted in the comments on Neatorama, these were easy to produce.

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Joey did this one.

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I Can Has Cheezburger? had one.

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The Flicker Can Has Cheezburger pool has several, like Poor Oscar from dominocat.
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Oscar has a plaque at the nursing home that commends him “for his compassionate quality end-of-life care.” Now he is also enshrined in LOLcat history.

*Leaving 5% useful information, found in other mental_floss posts.



The threads that bind a woman to her life: My obsession with knitting, fibers and yarn
November 12, 2008, 7:00 am
Filed under: HOBBIES, HUMORIZE ME, Short Stories | Tags: , , , ,

First thing. The projects shown here are inspirations FOR me and are NOT my own. I have provided credits and links for all of the incredibly groovy projects on this page. I have purchased projects from all of these women and have so much respect for their art. If there are problems with the links or other errors they are my own, as I am still new to this computer layout jazz. Please let me know of any issues so that I can tend to them right away. Peace

What is it about knitting that nourishes so many parts of my whole being? Before we even get to the sticks and yarns, there’s the reading. I love to read and learn about everything. When I get interested in something, like knitting, I want to read EVERYTHING about it. The history, the science of it, the art of it is astonishing.

One thing I am not so stellar at when it comes to more complicated knitting patterns is math- I suck at math. Even the basic stuff. So I’ve had to brush up on some skills alright? There, got that out of the way right up front.

When one knits, one must shop for stuff. I can’t lie and say i HATE it altogether because big Glenn, my accountant and friend, might read this and make me rue the day… so yeah, I love shopping. There are books about stitching. We have established my obsession with books. Then there are the yarns. I certainly love the yarns. And the sticks. Gots to have lots of sticks. And a few extras…just in case…

Shopping for yarns is a sensuous experience. A feast for the eyes. There are rich tones of jewels. Bright colors that take you to spring time. Deep harmonious colors of earth. Touching the yarns. There are silky soft yarns, scratchy nubbly textures. Touching everything in a knit shop is a must.

Listening to goings on in a stitching shop… the clacking of needles, swishing of fabric as arms move and bodies sway. You see women, and sometimes men, leaning into each other speaking in a vernacular that has a rhythm to it. I love that there is always laughter associated with stitching and circles of women.

So there. Just an inkling of my fascination with knitting. Come and join me, won’t you?

http://www.knitty.com/issuefall04/PATThallowig.html

by Meagan Reardon

by Meagan Reardon



Who Cares If A Soldier Dies?
August 5, 2008, 3:31 pm
Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , ,

Soldiers in the U.S. military ARE true heroes, even when the politics suck. If you are part of our armed forces, thank you.

-Author Unknown

Take a man and put him alone,
Put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sand, in mud.
This is the life I have to live,
This the soul to God I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer,
While young men are dying over here.
Plant your signs on the White House lawn;”Lets get out of Iraq”
Use your signs and have your fun,
Then refuse to use a gun.
There’s nothing else for you to do,
Then I’m supposed to die for you?
There is one thing that you should know;
And that’s where I think you should go!
I’m already here and it’s too late.
I’ve traded all my love for all this hate.
I’ll hate you till the day I die.
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and his blood shed,
Then I heard them say, “This one’s dead”.
It was a large price for him to pay,
To let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
To keep the freedom you live by.
By his dying, your life he buys,
But who cares if a Soldier dies!



Untouched
May 18, 2008, 4:05 pm
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For one moment

Out of time

In a place

Where we could

Be untouched

No words are necessary

But for

The sound of your breath

And your lips to mine

Moving in a common rhythm

Skin to skin

All heat and desire

Released from the world

One unto another

And upon our descent

From that heaven

We leave it

Untouched by the rest of time



Ties that bind
April 29, 2008, 8:32 am
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Bound

by the beauty of

those dark eyes

Which

peer into my soul

Searching for what lies hidden

Lingering

upon what you discover

I am at once exposed

and freed

I cannot look away from you

For you have discovered this truth

I had secreted

even from myself

O but for the ties that bind me

I would be your willing prisoner



Family Life. The Good, The Bad, The Ugly-and Back Again
December 7, 2007, 9:51 pm
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For better or worse, nothing can replace family. As social creatures, they are an essential part of our lives. I spent much of my youth trying to save a dysfunctional family; then years running from them. Eventually I set out to create my own version of what I think family ‘ought’ to be.

I am now 42. My husband and I have been married for almost 14 years. I adore him. From the day we met, that was it- he was the guy. (If you do the math, you’ll see I had plenty of practice, so I knew.)

We were married for 5 years before we had kids. We came from similar homes, so making the decision to create new life (and potentially fuck it up) was huge. People often do not escape the ties that bind them to their history.

Our boys are now 6 and 8. It is both exhilarating and terrifying to be a parent. I would have failed miserably in this venture had I been younger and started a family. Through my experiences, I became convinced that my own family could be better.

Here’s the thing. I worked to free myself of the ‘baggage’ that goes along with dysfunctional families- I remember the shit I endured. I was raised to be a caretaker; a mender of people and things that, ultimately, could not be repaired. I have learned, instead, to use that energy to nurture my little ones. Being a mother is the best, and hardest, thing I do each day.

In spite of my dysfunctional upbringing, and maybe even BECAUSE of the way I was raised; I love them, teach them- and most importantly, set them free into this world.

I love every second I have with them. I regret every mistake I make. I try to make sure we laugh. A lot. We dance and sing; look for the unexpected. We think outside of the box.

Life is not to be endured. LIFE IS TO BE EMBRACED.



What can happen when you open your heart and home to strangers you meet on the internet
August 31, 2007, 9:32 pm
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I have reconnected with childhood friends and college buddies through the Internet. I have used the Internet as a tool for getting to know several acquaintances better. I have even made good friends with people I met from, yes, you guessed it- the Internet. What started out as a google search for information about rocks turned into getting to know a family who, I hope, will be life long friends.

Last fall I was searching for information on geology for my son’s class. They were doing a segment on earth sciences, learning about different kinds of rocks and minerals etc… Well among the hits was Courter Resource Group. I noticed they offered an education program. So I emailed for information about a specific thing. The person wrote back saying the lesson I was interested in wasn’t available yet, but she would keep my email and let me know when it was ready for distribution. She gave me a few other links that were really helpful.

Some months go by. I get an email from Courter Resource Group. The lady says, “Remember the lessons you were interested in? Well I am taking a trip across the west this summer with my kids doing the final prep to finish that lesson up. We may be in your area. From Susan Courter”

Cool. I email back to Susan that we love visitors, and if they are in the area to give us a buzz.

And so it goes…we start corresponding regularly. Sending pictures of family members, talking about the journey they are planning; and in July the Courters arrive at our place for a visit. We had a blast. They will be lifelong friends. We talk on the phone every couple of weeks now. Email back and forth. Our children, though disparate in ages, love each other.

These people were meant to be our friends. It is as though we have known each other for a very long time. And it all began with a google search.



Idaho Falls Mayor sorry for storing bong
August 31, 2007, 9:28 pm
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Mayor sorry for storing bong
Fuhriman’s son accused of possessing the drug implement

By PHIL DAVIDSON and NICK DRAPER pdavidson@postregister.com / ndraper@postregister.com

The paraphernalia, which is city property, was leftover from the mayor’s time as a DARE officer in the I.F. Police Department.

Idaho Falls Mayor Jared Fuhriman said Monday he was wrong to store boxes of marijuana pipes left over from his days as a DARE officer at his home even though he kept them for educational purposes.

Fuhriman’s apology comes on the heels of the arrest of his 19-year-old son, Peyton, who was cited last week along with two friends for misdemeanor possession of drug paraphernalia with the intent to use.
Aaron Badger, an 18-year-old who was also cited, told an Idaho Falls police officer that the foot-long bong the three were caught with came from the mayor’s house, according to the police report.

“Frankly, I was sick about it,” Fuhriman said when asked about his reaction to the allegation.

Fuhriman said he used to show the pipes to local parents as part of the drug-prevention and education duties he performed while an officer with the Idaho Falls Police Department. The mayor joined the force in 1988 and retired as a lieutenant in January 2006, when he took over as the city’s top elected official.

Though he was not sure whether the bong in question came from his house, Fuhriman admitted to having kept two boxes of at least 15 pipes and other paraphernalia on a top shelf in a storage room.

He said he forgot about the boxes, which have been in his home for 15 years, and regrets not returning them to the police department.

“It was an error on my part, and I’m going to take full responsibility for it,” he said.

Fuhriman won’t face criminal charges for keeping the items at his house, said Bonneville County Prosecutor Dane Watkins, because he only intended to use them for education, not smoking.

“I’m certain that we wouldn’t be able to meet any burden on a criminal matter,” said Watkins, adding that he made that determination along with the Idaho attorney general’s office. “To get to that intent element, it really has to encompass some other evidence to suggest that it’s being used for (smoking).”

After Fuhriman’s son was cited Aug. 12, Idaho Falls Police Chief J. Kent Livsey called Fuhriman and asked him to give the boxes of paraphernalia to Capt. Steve Roos, according to a police report.

At about 5 p.m. Aug. 14, the report said, Fuhriman delivered the pipes to Roos, who then turned them over to Evidence Custodian Zuella Nelson so they could be destroyed.

Roos noted in his police report that when Fuhriman took the paraphernalia from the evidence room in the early 1990s, there was no mechanism in place to track it.

Livsey said he let the prosecutor’s office handle any investigation into criminal charges against Fuhriman.

“We turned it over to Dane for obvious reasons,” Livsey said. “We didn’t want to appear to have a conflict.”

Fuhriman said he hasn’t given a drug presentation in two years.

In hindsight, he said, he should have returned the contraband to the police department once he was done with it. He said it was a matter of convenience to bring the pipes home.

“I should have returned them back when after I wasn’t a police officer,” he said. “That’s when I was in error.”

Did you know?

State law says it is illegal to use or possess with the intent to use drug paraphernalia.



A letter from a friend in another world. We’re still at war. Pray for them when you can…
July 18, 2007, 3:49 pm
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This email came to me a few days ago from our friend who serves as a Major in the Army, and has commanded one tour in Iraq. I asked his permission to post it here on my page; please take the time to read what some of our troops go through in regards to life in Iraq.

Name removed for privacy
MAJ, MS, WYARNG
26 July 2007

I have been receiving a ton of email asking if I am ok since I have not written in a while. I am doing fine and I apologize for not writing. I actually have not flown in over two weeks, and it is absolutely killing me. I know that I have always said that when we don’t fly, nobody is getting injured, but unfortunately that is not the case. The other crews are flying, it just so happens that the way the rotation works, my crew is missing all of the flights.

Unfortunately I have had to attend several fallen comrade ceremonies this last week. As most of you probably heard on the news, we lost 4 soldiers in one incident here in Afghanistan. The fallen comrade ceremony for those gentlemen was held at 0230 the other morning. I usually don’t hear them announce them in the middle of the night, but this one I knew about before I went to bed, so I set my alarm so that I would wake up for it. I figured it was the least I could do since I am not flying, I can always take a nap. I decided to walk down closer to the plane that would be transporting them to Germany. I have never really watched the whole ceremony of offloading the caskets and transporting them to the plane. I know I have said before that you have an empty feeling in your gut every time you attend one of these, and nobody can ever imagine what it feels like unless you have actually been there. This one was horrible for me. First of all, I have to say that the Army is very impressive. I give them so much credit for what they do for us, but when I saw this particular ceremony it really made me appreciate them so much more. The way they removed the caskets from the humvees without ever being out of step, they way they all marched in unison with each of the 4 caskets, the whole thing was so impressive. They had a trombone and a French horn that was playing music and it just tore me up. Then they did something I have never seen before, and many others had never seen before. The caskets were going to be going on a KC-10 instead of a C-17, which means there was not a ramp that dropped down from the back. The caskets were lined up one after the other on the ground next to the plane. Then in groups of two, the soldiers from the platoon that had lost the men, marched to the first casket. They turned toward it, saluted in unison, lowered their salute, extended their left hand to touch the casket and knelt down on one knee with their heads bowed. They stood back up in unison and saluted once again, then turned and marched together to the next casket. They did this until the entire platoon had knelt before each casket. It was the saddest thing I have ever seen. I felt like it was a bad dream or something. There was a slight breeze and total silence filled the air. I stood there in awe with tears streaming down my face. I can’t imagine what my sister Laura felt like when she had to attend 4 of those ceremonies for people she knew, what a horrible thing to have to go through. Unfortunately, I am not done attending those, there is a lot going on in this country.

I know this wasn’t a very uplifting email, but I just wanted to touch base with everyone and let you know that things are okay here. I appreciate all of your emails, packages, letters, thoughts and prayers.

Until next time,
Love and miss you all,

Named removed for privacy



Examining life, emotions of ‘Dagger Brigade’ community in Schweinfurt
July 18, 2007, 3:47 pm
Filed under: Newsworthyish stuff

Hard to believe, but I am living this, everyday.
Please say a prayer for the families and friends left behind.
Colleen

Europe’s deadliest deployment
Examining life, emotions of ‘Dagger Brigade’ community in Schweinfurt
By Charlie Coon, and Matt Millham, Stars and Stripes
European edition, Sunday, August 5, 2007

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SCHWEINFURT, Germany — In this Army community, a friend calls before coming over to have a cigarette.

A knock on the door can make a soldier’s spouse jumpy because it could be that knock.

“When it’s 8 o’clock at night and you’re not expecting anybody to come over, and someone just comes up and rings your doorbell, your heart stops,” said Krissi Van Oder, wife of Staff Sgt. Scott Van Order of the 9th Engineer Battalion.

“Or someone will call you on the phone and say, ‘This is sergeant so-and-so; your husband is OK,’ because they’ve had the experience of, ‘Oh my God, why are you calling?’”

“It’s terrible how many things can run through your head in 15 seconds,” Van Order said. “Your husband’s hurt. Somebody you know is hurt. Somebody you know was killed. They’re being extended.”

The 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 1st Infantry Division — known as the “Dagger Brigade” — has endured the deadliest deployment of any Europe-based U.S. military brigade in Iraq. Fifty-six troops have been killed in combat since the brigade deployed a year ago, mostly from roadside bombs. One death, described as noncombat related, is under investigation.

Some units have suffered more losses than others. The hardest hit — the 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry Regiment — has reported 27 deaths. Next on this tragic list comes the 1st Battalion, 18th Infantry Regiment, with 19 deaths.

Two Schweinfurt-based troops assigned to the 1st Squadron, 91st Cavalry Regiment, have been killed in Afghanistan.

It’s hard to find overt displays of what this community has endured.

Children cavort in playgrounds and Army wives run errands at the commissary and are proud of meticulously kept displays of flowers, mobiles and other decorations on their balconies.

The Army works to bolster morale by offering families free trips, family festivals and bowling — something to look forward to until the troops’ scheduled redeployment in October.

“You’ve got to have that next handhold as you climb that wall to getting the soldiers home,” said Lt. Col. Robert Whittle, commander of Task Force Guardian, the brigade’s rear detachment operation.

“We do our best to kind of put a finger on it when things start to go in wrong directions, because everyone’s hit by grief,” said Capt. Jacob White, who commands the rear detachment of 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry Regiment.

As many casualties as his unit has taken, “You can’t dwell on that,” White said. “I mean, the numbers, they are what they are, and you deal with it when it happens.”

People in Schweinfurt have bonded tighter, soldiers say, a result of their linguistic isolation in Germany, the rear detachment’s efforts to get people involved in activities, and the shared burden of the consequences of war.

The night before a memorial ceremony for five soldiers with Company C, 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry Regiment who were killed by a makeshift bomb on June 21, families in the company gathered to talk about their grief.

Their conclusion: They are all in it together.

There is therapeutic value in knowing they’re all going through the same thing, White said.

Down in Iraq, soldiers are glad that their spouses have each other. “Some of us who serve together, our wives are neighbors and friends,” said Staff Sgt. Trent Byerley, of the 1-26.

During their off time, the soldiers talk about home. “We talk about anniversaries, kids’ birthdays,” Byerley said in an interview from Baghdad. “We ask, ‘How is your wife?’”

But the people back in Schweinfurt admit to having dark, sometimes contradictory emotions.

At the Rohr Cafe, near the chapel where memorial services are held, some wives say they have confusion in their hearts.

They’ll sit and sip coffee as mourners dressed in black walk by, toward the chapel, holding small bouquets of yellow and white roses. A short while later, they’ll hear the sound of rifle volleys and taps.

And they’ll take another sip of coffee and watch the chapel empty and people hug.

“The memorials — they hold them over there,” said Van Order, referring to the chapel, visible from the cafe. “So we hear them once or twice a week.

“It’s kind of devastating to hear taps and the 21-gun salute. Then you feel bad for whoever it is, but happy that it’s not yours. And then you feel guilty for being happy.”

As the wife of a 2nd Brigade soldier put it: “I’ve never experienced PMS like this, 24-7.”

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve smiled afterward, knowing that my husband is still alive. And that makes me feel like a horrible person,” said the woman, who asked that her name not be used.

Nancy Gaskins’ husband, Sgt. 1st Class Robert Gaskins, was shot in the leg while serving in Baghdad with the 1-18 and was evacuated to Germany. The day before she got the news, Gaskins, as family readiness group leader, had led her group’s efforts to help another family deal with a similar event.

“One day, we’re all working together to help a family, and the next day, it was me,” she said.

Jason Winstanley, who is married to Capt. Angel Winstanley of 299th Forward Support Battalion, reacts his own way when he hears the rifle volleys and taps.

“I try to e-mail my wife the day of a memorial, when I hear the gunshots,” said Winstanley, the Army Learning Center operator at Ledward Barracks. “I need that. It’s not so much for her than me.

“It’s a reminder that it can happen to any one of us. It could happen tomorrow.”

Winstanley tells the couple’s 4-year-old daughter, Katarina, that her mother had to leave. It is her job, he tells the girl, and she will come back. Mommy went to help people.

He lets the girl watch “good news” stories on TV, such as clinic openings shown by the Pentagon Channel.

“I tell her, ‘Come here and look. Those are the soldiers Mommy is with.’”

Winstanley changes the channel when there’s footage of car bombs and burning Humvees.

Spouses have become keenly aware of the unpredictability of death and fragility of life.

Iilani Taylor, wife of Staff Sgt. Hy Taylor, recalls an exchange between Staff Sgt. Garth D. Sizemore and his wife while he was still in Schweinfurt. He was killed in Baghdad on Oct. 17.

“Before [Sizemore] left for deployment, we had eaten dinner with him and his wife,” Taylor said. Sizemore and Taylor’s husband were with the 1-26 and had been stationed together in South Korea; Fort Hood, Texas; and Schweinfurt.

“After dinner, [Sizemore's] wife said to him, ‘I want to have a baby just in case something happens to you.’ And Sizemore said to her, ‘I’m too young for that. My car is my baby.’

“I don’t think she was joking much when she said it,” Taylor said. “This was a concern of hers.”

After Sizemore died, his wife had the car sent to his father in the States.



Check out my Slide Show!
June 16, 2007, 9:55 pm
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Faces of our family
June 4, 2007, 7:41 pm
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Hold your friends dear
May 7, 2007, 8:03 pm
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I am going thru pictures today, among other things. As I get older I realize how incredible my women friends are. Here are a couple of pictures of me and my girlies from last Halloween. That vision in black ‘leatherette’ with the whip in her hand is “W” who got me over a funk about getting close to people a while back. She is rock solid inside and out.

I have close girlfriends. Ones I’ve known for 20 years. We have been thru the best and the shittiest of times. But I moved across the country and live in a small town where the population is mostly young professionals who are gov. contractors. People don’t stay for long. I made a few girlfriends the first few years I was here. Women I liked, friendships I invested time and effort in. But each one moved.

We were all having babies too. That kept me busy at first. I would try and tell myself that it didn’t really matter, that I would meet other women, make another friend. How hard could it be, really? Living in a small town of 50,000ish mostly practicing Mormon folks, when you are an atheist makes it tough my friend. There wasn’t alot to do culturally. Especially for a stay home mom who loves to get out and go. And go we did. We just created our own little world… It expanded…

…2 babies later and I have a wonderful little group of friends who I cherish so dearly. Funny where they come from- everywhere really. Thank you all for the blessings and kindness you have bestowed upon me…may they be returned a thousandfold.



Reports of forced child labor in Teton valley housing boom
April 17, 2007, 8:32 pm
Filed under: IDAHO

(If you recognize either of the children in the following pictures you should be disturbed, or giggle…at your discretion.) It’s not all fun and games at our house. No- there’s character building. And how do we do that soldiers? Hauling rocks is how! Fortunately we grow rocks where we live. So when the troops get whiny, the troops haul rocks. I’m not sure how that’s connected to building character, because so far it seems to be connected to making ALOT more whining. And alot of coming in and out of the house, with various ailments and owies. But the rocks are moving, slowly, with a relaxed precision as to their intended destination. And the character building? Oh, sure- our little actors are honing their skills every time we send them out there. The drama and the comedy just keep getting better and better. We’ve started pulling seats up to the window with popcorn and soda. Yep the ‘characters’ just keep getting better and bet… oh well, as to the point of actual character building, hmmmm, we’ll get back to you at the end of the next show on that one.

tetonvalleyadvocates.org For information on growth by the numbers in Victor and Driggs.



Dancin’ with da fishes at Sea World
April 2, 2007, 3:41 pm
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What a flippin’ blast this was! Jacob, 7, and Me- the mom, got to hang out with a common grey dolphin. Nothing common about our experience I assure you! First of all, San Diego is great. Sea World was soooo much fun- I’ve never been in the summer time, however February is a perfectly comfortable time of year to visit. Arriving from Idaho, we were happy to shuck our winter coats for a week of 60′ temps!

We signed up to be dolphin ‘trainers’. Boy did we get lucky. After taking a 30 minute class to learn about dolphin anatomy, behavior and the rules of the dolphins enclosure, we were the only two people in the water with our dolphin (besides the actual trainer) for almost an entire hour! Other than freezing my ass, off that was such a cool thing to do with my son!

Oh yea- dolphins aren’t fish, by the way, they are mammals. http://seaworld.com

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Early Riser
August 5, 2006, 3:28 pm
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I have never been a morning person. Adjusting to parenthood wasn’t a big deal (sleepwise, at first) cause you just don’t get any. Period. And when the boys were babies we didn’t keep anyone’s schedule but our own.

Now there’s school. Boy does that bring back memories. Blech. Waking up early when you are not a morning person sucks. Always has, always will. Here’s the consolation prize. Every morning I have the warmest, sweetest alarm clock crawl into bed with me and wake me up with hugs and kisses.

I was blessed with an early riser in my youngest son. He nurtures me in the mornings. I have grown to cherish mornings with my son. I admit that some mornings now I even wake up before him. We spend our quiet time making breakfast for everyone, reading together, sharing stories.

I wonder how long we will have these times together. He is six. I can hope for a few more years.