I was driving through the country on my way home and I was taking in all the colors of the leaves and broad color spectrum that inhabits the Midwest. What caught my attention was a sign in front of a farmhouse advertising commercial property for sale. I've always had a place in my heart for farms and the families who earn their living caring for livestock and harvest. I never experienced life on the farm, but I still, at 23 listen with amazement as my dad describes the chores that were his around my grandparents farm. I have a deep respect for the families that today continue the tradition of caring for the family farm. I am sadden whenever I see a "For Sale" sign in front of a farmhouse. I understand the reasons why, yet at the same time I don't. This land is not only fertile with nutrients for gardens, and livestock, but also with stories that have been passed down from generation to generation, it holds the lessons of hard work and commitment, the importance of family, truth and value. This vital property is far too often grazed, covered with cement and becomes nothing more than an erection of drywall and vinyl that offers what we already had: quiet peace, contentment, and appreciation. In the process we loose what we need most: tangible life lessons.
Monday, November 12, 2007
A Lost Art
I was driving through the country on my way home and I was taking in all the colors of the leaves and broad color spectrum that inhabits the Midwest. What caught my attention was a sign in front of a farmhouse advertising commercial property for sale. I've always had a place in my heart for farms and the families who earn their living caring for livestock and harvest. I never experienced life on the farm, but I still, at 23 listen with amazement as my dad describes the chores that were his around my grandparents farm. I have a deep respect for the families that today continue the tradition of caring for the family farm. I am sadden whenever I see a "For Sale" sign in front of a farmhouse. I understand the reasons why, yet at the same time I don't. This land is not only fertile with nutrients for gardens, and livestock, but also with stories that have been passed down from generation to generation, it holds the lessons of hard work and commitment, the importance of family, truth and value. This vital property is far too often grazed, covered with cement and becomes nothing more than an erection of drywall and vinyl that offers what we already had: quiet peace, contentment, and appreciation. In the process we loose what we need most: tangible life lessons.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The End of a Streak
I have an impressive track record of catching bouquets at wedding receptions. This dates back to March of 2005. Alas this weekend the streak came to an end. After five successful catches, "the curse" as my mom calls it, has been broken. I've caught the bouquets from bounce-offs off of chandelier's (which resulted in a black eye and a finger prick), the lackadaisical swipe in the air, and even the occasional tug-of-war. My approach consists of standing in front of the group of bachelorettes since most brides throw the bouquet with what I call "fluff". Because of this "fluff" the bouquet doesn't go very far in terms of distance. If anything, it goes high. (at which point I have time to do a quick check of the area around me to look for possible saboteurs) Last night I didn't take into account of the physics of the bouquet being tossed off of a balcony, along with the fact that I was jinxed beforehand. I'll just have to alter my game plan for the next toss. I'll be ready for sure.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Blah...
That's how I feel. Just blah... and then some. I really need to do something crazy and unlike me, like hitchhiking or getting myself into a drunken stupor. Wait, that might have happened before...
Work is in the process of getting ridiculously busy. For the next 12 weeks there are going to be 5 different studies going on. For one of the studies, the lab has to be on call since the patients can come in whenever they need to. For two of the studies, labs are being drawn at 0200. The other two studies I am sure will be during "normal business hours." I am excited about being so busy(and the overtime) I am also scared out of my mind what the next at least two months have the potential of being. I think I might like the change of pace these studies will bring. As of now, my schedule is very mundane and predictable. I go to work, come home, take a nap, eat dinner, read, watch a t.v. show, go to bed, repeat. What to do what to do?
Work is in the process of getting ridiculously busy. For the next 12 weeks there are going to be 5 different studies going on. For one of the studies, the lab has to be on call since the patients can come in whenever they need to. For two of the studies, labs are being drawn at 0200. The other two studies I am sure will be during "normal business hours." I am excited about being so busy(and the overtime) I am also scared out of my mind what the next at least two months have the potential of being. I think I might like the change of pace these studies will bring. As of now, my schedule is very mundane and predictable. I go to work, come home, take a nap, eat dinner, read, watch a t.v. show, go to bed, repeat. What to do what to do?
Ow, quit it.
24 hrs. post donating
What I get for trying to do something good. On Monday I went to donate blood. This is what I got in return. Really, I wouldn't call it donating. They took the needle out 3 minutes after it was put in because the blood was not coming out fast enough. I say the tech went through the vein. I got a call on Thursday from the blood center asking how I was doing and if I had a bruise. Uh, yeah. The lady said to put a warm washcloth on it to 'get the blood moving.' I don't know, I kinda like my war wound.
72 hrs. post donating
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Burnt Moss
Last week I went out with some girlfriends to a place where you can make your own pottery. Better, it was Death by Chocolate Night. (don't worry, I didn't die, as evidence by this post) I prefer glazing to actual painting so on this night I picked out a mug and glazed it with "Burnt Moss". Here's out it turned out.
Not so sweet dreams
I have been having some really really strange dreams. I usually have weird dreams anyway, but this last week takes the cake.
Dream #1: I have a baby girl, I don't know how I got it but I did. I don't have a nursery, clothes, bottles, diapers, nothing. Not that any of that matters because in my dream I can't remember how to take care of a baby.
Dream #2: Riding in a van with my boss as the driver and we're driving the wrong direction on the street and my boss is driving in between cars and taking wrong turns.
Dream #3: I'm a victim of a robbery/hostage. This one was the worst because my all my friends were in it. Sorry friends. Don't worry, I woke up before anything really happened.
Dream #4: My house is on fire.
By now you're wondering what the heck is going on. I don't know!!
Naturally, I looked up the meanings of these dream from Dream Moods Dictionary.
Dream #1: The baby represents innocence, warmth, and new beginnings. Okay, I can see that with the new job and all. It also represents a part of myself that is vulnerable and helpless.
Dream #2: The boss represents the bossy, authoritative side of my own personality. It also reveals self-confidence and assertive aspect of myself. OR it could be over involvement and obsession with work. I don't like the word bossy, maybe "firm" or "delegates" but not bossy.
Dream #3: The robbery represents an identity crisis OR that someone has stolen my success or taken credit for what I've done. The hostage aspect represents being victimized, powerless, OR there is a part of myself that is not fully expressed. Uh oh...
Dream #4: Burning house says that I need to undergo some transformation OR this highlights passion and the love of those around you. I like love. I choose that one.
It cracks me up that there are two alternative translations for dreams. Like there is a better outcome of sorts yet you have no idea what it could possibly be. It's like "Now what?"
Patient: Well, what is it Doctor?
Dr.: Well, Mr. Smith it could be inoperable brain cancer OR it could be nothing.
Patient: Uhhh......?
I don't read in to the dream translations. Every once in a while it's interesting to look them up. I just hope there is an improvement this week. I would like some happy dreams.
Dream #1: I have a baby girl, I don't know how I got it but I did. I don't have a nursery, clothes, bottles, diapers, nothing. Not that any of that matters because in my dream I can't remember how to take care of a baby.
Dream #2: Riding in a van with my boss as the driver and we're driving the wrong direction on the street and my boss is driving in between cars and taking wrong turns.
Dream #3: I'm a victim of a robbery/hostage. This one was the worst because my all my friends were in it. Sorry friends. Don't worry, I woke up before anything really happened.
Dream #4: My house is on fire.
By now you're wondering what the heck is going on. I don't know!!
Naturally, I looked up the meanings of these dream from Dream Moods Dictionary.
Dream #1: The baby represents innocence, warmth, and new beginnings. Okay, I can see that with the new job and all. It also represents a part of myself that is vulnerable and helpless.
Dream #2: The boss represents the bossy, authoritative side of my own personality. It also reveals self-confidence and assertive aspect of myself. OR it could be over involvement and obsession with work. I don't like the word bossy, maybe "firm" or "delegates" but not bossy.
Dream #3: The robbery represents an identity crisis OR that someone has stolen my success or taken credit for what I've done. The hostage aspect represents being victimized, powerless, OR there is a part of myself that is not fully expressed. Uh oh...
Dream #4: Burning house says that I need to undergo some transformation OR this highlights passion and the love of those around you. I like love. I choose that one.
It cracks me up that there are two alternative translations for dreams. Like there is a better outcome of sorts yet you have no idea what it could possibly be. It's like "Now what?"
Patient: Well, what is it Doctor?
Dr.: Well, Mr. Smith it could be inoperable brain cancer OR it could be nothing.
Patient: Uhhh......?
I don't read in to the dream translations. Every once in a while it's interesting to look them up. I just hope there is an improvement this week. I would like some happy dreams.
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