Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
My first class this year was a watercolor pencil with Tina Sue Norris. We explored different ways of putting color to the paper (multi media board) and how to move the color once it was there. It's hard to see in this scan, but the background is white trees, already stripped of all their fall leaves. I really like this medium and I love Tina Sue Norris as a teacher. She is so calm, so sharing, and so funny. As she says, you can't mess up because it is all fixable! My kind of project!!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Today is my son’s 18th birthday. My son is still at football camp. On his birthday. Before he left he said, “Mom, this is the last time you’ll see me as a 17-year-old.” My heart has been hurting ever since.
My baby is grown up. When my daughter turned 18, it didn’t hurt like this, although it did a few weeks later, when I drove away from that dorm in the middle of Kansas without her! But I had her brother and he kept me busy (he was 5 at that time), so I didn’t have time to think. But this is my last one. My nest is not empty (he says he is going to a college where he can commute, because he’s not leaving home), but it seems different. Of course, he’s been gone all week, so the house should seem emptier, but we’ve been at VBS ever since he left, so we haven’t had much time at home. And our oldest granddaughter has obligingly asked to spend the night with us twice, so she has been an extra person, but it’s just too quiet or something.
My emotional milestones have never been the same as everyone else’s. My mother wept for days when each of her children started first grade. I pulled away from the school with a happy heart. The day my daughter started middle school (at my old Jr. High) I cried all the way to work and for most of the morning. When I dropped my son off for his first day at middle school (now moved to my old high school) I sobbed so hard I had to pull over. When my daughter started college it really didn’t bother me (except for the 800+ miles between us), but her graduation day was one of the saddest days I have experienced.
I don’t know why 18 is hitting me this hard….maybe it’s just because this is the first birthday that he hasn’t been at home. Or this is his last year to play football. Or because he’s a senior this year. Maybe it’s because he keeps reminding me that he’s 18 now. Maybe it’s because I really think he doesn’t need me anymore…..
Of course when school starts and I’m pulling my hair out over his grades, everything will be back to normal.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
I hate to admit this, but I really hate fair week. It started when my son was young. I couldn’t wait to take him to the fair to ride the little children’s rides and watch him eat his first cotton candy. I had taken my daughter many times and we had lots of fun then and even more fun when she was able to ride the bigger rides with me. So, what happened?
Well, first of all my son moves faster than the speed of light, so keeping track of him in fair crowds was a chore. Then as I was watching him ride the little train around and around I began to notice the mechanics of how the ride operated and how it was put together. Wow. All those nuts and bolts and they move it every 7 days. Does anybody ever safety check these things?
When he was old enough to ride the bigger rides with us, everything seemed to spin up high in the air. The Scrambler was gone, instead we had a gynormus Ferris Wheel that I had the misfortune of seeing erected. No one checked the bolts and now my son wanted to go to the top of this piece of rickety machinery. I don’t think so. We finally compromised by going to watch the tractor pulls and demolition derby.
Then his next step was to go with his uncle and cousins. Now you can say I knew better, but his uncle really wanted him to go with ‘the boys’ and they were still little, so they’d be on the little kiddie rides – right? Wrong. They got there, my son went one way, his uncle and the boys went the other. That was the first year we started bringing things home from the fair. This year it was a girlfriend. My son was 12. She was 16. Her name was “my girlfriend” because he couldn’t remember her real name. When I found out she had a job and how old she was I asked if she knew how old he was. “Nope. She didn’t ask and I didn’t tell her.” When I wouldn’t let them ‘date’ she got suspicious and asked why and then how old he was, so that was the end of that relationship. It never got off the phone. The next year he brought home a rabbit. I spent over $100 on rabbit stuff – and my sister’s Great Dane gave the rabbit a heart attack when he knocked the cage over trying to get to him. Since then it’s been stuffed animals that mostly end up with (age appropriate) girl friends.
Last year was the first year he was able to drive himself to the fair and it was a battle all week. Of course, if he could drive to the fair he could drive other places and who was going to make sure that he stayed at the fair? My husband wouldn’t let me follow him – although we did one night. We were there about 30 seconds before my phone rang. “Why are you here?”
“How do you know I am here?”
“I heard. Are you checking up on me?”
"No, we came to see the tractor pull.”
“Then why are you standing by the Ferris Wheel?”
“It’s the first thing inside the gate and where are you?”
“I’m at the tractor pull.”
“Then how do you know where I am?”
“My friends told me.”
That’s the trouble with living in a small town and going to a small town fair. Everyone knows you.
This year, he has a job and is working long hours that require him to get up at 5 and 6 am., so the fair has lost some of its charm. But last night he went with his girlfriend (he didn’t find this one at the fair). I spent the evening thinking about how my little boy had grown up and didn’t have much time for mom and dad anymore. He hasn’t even asked if we wanted to go with him this year. About all the little toys he’d won over the years and given to all those silly girls. And mostly about how next year I probably won’t even know if he’s even thinking about going to the fair.
It was starting to rain as I left my meeting at church and I wondered if they’d have to close the fair and if my son would come home or just stay there until the rain stopped. As I approached the driveway I saw his car turn in. I parked behind him and watched as his girlfriend jumped out of the car with a giant stuffed animal. “Look what he won for me!!” I looked over at my son who was grinning from ear to ear. “Look what I won for you, Mom!” He was hold two plastic bags full of water – and two fish.
Wonder how much aquariums cost?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
When I was a child, my family would sit on the porch at night with neighbors and listen to my grandfather and Preacher Roy tell tales of their lives. A frequent start to one of their stories would be “Back in the good old days…..” and I always thought how sad that the past is better than the present. I mean life is supposed to get better as you get older, right? Wrong!
I miss the good old days. Especially the good old days of analog TV. Life was nice back then. I had a set of rabbit ears on top of my TV and I could chose between 5 different stations that came in with relative clarity. You have to understand that this was the extent of my choices. Cable TV was not available in my area and back then satellite TV was too expensive. When satellite became affordable we weren’t home enough to justify the expense and we were happy with what we had.
After we moved back to civilization – where cable was available – we didn’t sign up for it because it was a temporary move and we decided to wait until our house was finished. It’s now been 4 years, the house still isn’t finished and we still don’t have cable. But now we have digital – or at least we are supposed to.
We bought the “box” and we bought a new antenna, but we have lost CBS, FOX, and KET. (I am heartbroken over the loss of KET) and the official changeover date hasn’t even occurred yet. Yes, I could subscribe to cable, but now it’s a matter of principle – it was free before and it should be free now! I know I can buy another antenna – but I want a coupon for that! As a matter of fact, I will give back my digital box coupon if they will give me 90% off the cost of an antenna!! And tell me which one to buy.
There is a web site that will guide you to what antenna you need – if you are smart enough to answer the questions – and it gives you a nice color-coded tag to look for when you go to purchase your antenna. However, they forgot to tell the antenna stores to put the tag on their product. So, you’re back to eny meany miny mo….
Most stores seem to have a good return policy on these antennas, but who wants to assemble all those parts, put it on the roof or a tower and then have to take it down, take it apart, and try again.
Maybe for entertainment, I’ll put my kids on the porch and bring my dad over to tell stories about his good old days. That is if I can pry him away from his big screen that’s hooked up to satellite.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Anytime I’ve been asked my age for the past 20 years or so, I have responded with a very serious, “I’m 29.” I have been so adamant about this age that my daughter even bought birthday cake candles of these numbers that she can use year after year on my cake (although I don’t think that I’ve gotten a cake since that first year – hmmm). Well, I hate to say it, but I think my days of being 29 are over.
First of all my body is getting old. I ache in places I didn’t even know you could hurt in. My joints pop more every day and I am slowly wearing my ‘cheater’ glasses to see with instead of just to read with. I kept thinking this was a temporary illness and all would be better soon, but I’m beginning to think it’s not.
Secondly, my grandchildren are growing up. They are doing things that I remember their mother doing yesterday – at least it seems like yesterday. Maren has just outgrown her first car seat and Brynna just had her photograph taken in a shot similar to one her mom had made at about the same age – 25 years ago (Jessi cooperated better!).
Third of all, my baby is 17. His age doesn’t bother me as much as where he is in life. Starting first grade didn't bother me at all - when he started middle school, I cried like a baby all the way to work. Getting his driver’s license was a relief since I didn’t have to get up early in the morning to get him to school. Ordering his class ring was a time of stress – how to pay for it (they have really gone up since I purchased mine back in 1977!) and would he really graduate the same year as what we were putting on the ring (it seems that he will). But what is making me feel really feel old is the little things – going to the prom and staying out all night. Deciding who, where and when he will take his senior photos. The college flyers that are starting to fill our mailbox. The fact that he can (and does) fix my car. Legally he can now hunt alone. He kisses his girlfriend in front of me.
I used to think that I would be old in the year 2000, then my definition of old changed to 50. Now I see that it’s not a number, it’s the little things in life that make you old. So, I guess from now on, when asked my age I will have to admit the truth.............39.