Thursday, January 29, 2009

Random Snippet Titles-A Preview of Blogs Not Yet Blogged

*Order of titles does not secure order of blogging.
*Additional titles will appear as they appear on the ticker tape in my head.
*Titles may be adapted by the author.
*Topics not listed may be requested should anyone like to live on the edge.
*Current events that qualify for journaling will be woven into this snippet quilt.

"What In The Sam Hill Is a Flying Monkey Mother?" DONE!

"My Poor Progeny, I'm Doing My Best Not To Screw Them Up Totally"

"How Do You Solve A Problem Like A Leah?"

"Just Like Triumph, I Got The Music In Me"

"Yada, Yada, Yada: Facebook, Yearbooks, Scrapbooks, Origami For Beginners, Slam Books, Slammin Princess Phones, Cell Phones, Franklin Planners, Palms, BlackBerries, Email, ChainLetters, Holiday Family Letters, Blogging and Twitter Tweeting~The Enlightment of the Communication Cults"

"My Dream Business Was Knitting Caps Out Of Dryer Lint" DONE! (Combined)

"There Nothing Wrong With Kissing Your Cousin: Finding Joy In The Paterfamilia"

"Words That Begin With The Letter P"

"Never Ever Ask Me To Plan Your Bachlorette Party"

"I Finally Get The Parable of The 10 Virgins" DONE!
"Busier Than A One Armed Man In a Butt Kicking Contest"

"Being Gently Rebuked And Better For It"

"Why Name Dropping Is a Very Good Thing Indeed"

"Stalking Glenn Beck In My Spare Time"

"Common Sense and Other Paradoxical Characteristics"

"Coach Miller Was Right, 4 Years In A Row, Algebra Mattered"

"What Do I Want To Be When I Grow Up?" DONE! (Combined)

"Be Grateful I Don't Drink Anymore"

"Surrounded By People Smarter Than Me"

"Barbara Bush Is The Nicest Lady I Ever Declined"

"Scratched!"

"The Ability To Visualize Whirled Peas"

"In My Best Vinny Barbarino, I'm So Confused"

"Multitasking At My Best Means Writing and Sleeping At the Same Time" DONE!

"Why Hearing The Word Crap From The Pulpit Is So Dang Funny"

"The Correlation of Levi's and Obama"

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

"I Love The Word Serendipity, Even Though I Have Problems Spelling It"

Since this is my blog, and since I gave fair warning in the first post, I want to change things up a bit. Actually, I want to copy someones homework, sorda.

My blogs, just like me, are going to be random, in nature. Just quick little snippets to journal for me and my "paterfamilia", & my "progeny" (especially for the "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" cult members like myself) and any other poor soul who stumbles upon my documented silliness.

There may be times, however, when I call "special occasion blog" time, when I give my self permission to write until my hands cramp up or my brain empties completely. I may have frightened some readers with the length of my second post, but hey, it was Inauguration Day and most of the extra celabratory activities of that day went on forever, so who was I to "change" the pace of things? Thus, that post was my first official "SOB".

What?

Anywho, I have a mack truck full of blog ideas and want to pen them down to post but it will need to wait till later tonight.

However, since I am in the "blog" of the moment, I am going to plop the first snippet out.

It's titled....
"I Love The Word, Serendipity.... Even Though I Have Problems Spelling It"

I love the word "serendipity".... even though I have problems spelling it. In fact, I love that cute word so much that I really don't give a rat's tail end that it takes me forever to peck it out and then correct my spelling at least twice. There is a very good chance that "serendipitously" is not even an official word but I think my reason from sentence # 1 applies here too.

Last night offered up one of those serendipitous moments in my increased life. The 5 year old, Kevin, happened to be sitting in his tiny fold-up chair in the dark, frigid (ok,ok,ok, it was only 45 degrees but the feel-like was -3) smoky air on the outskirts of a camp fire at our Cub Scout Pack Meeting held at Spring Creek Park. "Mommy!" he yells out. Now, I am only 3 feet away from Kevin, but it is so dang dark and so dang smoky that he cannot see that I am right there beside him. I stepped over to him and stooped down to his tiny chair and wrapped my blankie around the two of us entirely. "Mommy, are we gonna die?" he blurts out in my ear. That kid just cracks me up and freaks me out all at the same time. I am guessing the jerk-knee change in the weather, combined with the gaggle of wild banshee children from our church running around while wearing their glowing "AstroWorld" bracelets in the pitch dark, along with the roaring fire, and large shadowy silhouettes stumbling around in the murky smoke got to him and he was expressing his fears. Maybe he has been right to maturely stand up for himself and proclaim to his family that the Harry Potter # 5 movie was "too old for me". Now you know what I am doing right, I am snuggled up so close to Kevin I can hear him breathe, both tickled at his sincere question and yet...I am starting to worry over his fears; causing me to debate my past judgements of what I have forced him to be exposed to in his tiny, little world...but not for too long because I sensed a golden opportunity to get us the heck outta dodge!

And who walks up with a roasted marshmallow?

That darling husband of mine. "Bandersnatch, Kenny!" I just about had Kevin poised to load back up in the van, we had come, made our appearance, it was stinkin' cccccccold and Mama was "red ta go" already. Kevin slurped off the melty marshmallow, got all charged up, started lapping around us and took off to join his fellow banshees in their revelry.

Still, it was a sweet little serendipitous moment which Kev and I shared together.

Plus, we did not die, so we've got that working for us.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

"I Kinda Feel Bad For Michelle Obama, She Has To Wear High Heels"

My teener, preteener and kidlets returned to our homebase after this historic day at school where they either watched or heard about inauguration activities for President Obama. Listening to the boys has made me reflect on my own school days and I don't personally recall knowing about the inaugurations. Is this is the case with other parents?


With the Presidential Parade on the telly right now, I have decided to journal the comments and questions that have come out of the mouths of my babes. I want our boys to have this memory to share with their own children.

Intertwined in this post are their precious, funny and telling comments. Based on these statements Kenny and I, along with their history teachers, have some work to do.



Dylan~"I kinda feel bad for Michelle Obama (long pause), she has to wear high heels while walking in the parade. She has to wear a dress too and it looks like it is really cold there."



Having reconnected with many a school chum recently has given way to tons of school memories and I do recall 4 past historic events connected to school:

1. ) The day when President Reagan was shot. I was an 8th grader here in Houston at Hoffman Middle School, in 6th period when it was announced and we got to turn on the tv. I had softball practice that day and my "boyfriend" was John Garza, who was a 7th grader. (Oohh, the controversy!) While my parents were republicans, I don't remember much discussion about the incident at home, but then again, that does not mean that my parents were not concerned. Contrast to that moment in time, I have a distinct memory of very good example my parents set for me when we knelt as a family and prayed for our country and President Nixon on the night of his resignation.


2.) The day Anwar Sadat was assassinated. I am fairly sure this also was announced in my 6th period class in 8th grade at Hoffman...

Kevin~"Mommy, look at this guy! It's Rock Obama! He's the president!" (As he pulls out his Weekly Reader featuring President Obama from his backpack)

Derek~"Mom, after you're president, when you leave, are you rich?" "For you to be president, do you have to be rich or at least as rich as we are?" (LOL!!!!)

Kevin~ (After I ask him if he wants to grow up and be president) "Yes...(he giggles)... "Mommy, do you want Daddy to grow up and be president?"

3.) The day the Space Shuttle, Challenger, exploded after lift-off. I was a senior and watched that horrific moment in time with my Algebra teacher. I wanted to attend the funeral down at NASA but could not because my mother was concerned that President Reagan's attendance put his life was in danger.


Derek~"I watched part of the president's speech during lunch, then I got bored and went out to play"


Derek~"I have seen the president up close Mom, remember when Tomball turned 100 and I was in the parade and he walked by me?" (Referring to Daddy Bush )


4.) A much less important, although still a tragic experience for me was the fateful day I merely followed my company's S.O.P. (standard operating procedure) and sought authorization above my own to approve an out-of-state check from Barbara Bush when Daddy Bush was the Vice President in 1986. (Technically, I had already graduated but it happened that year and scarred me for life)


Dylan~"What happened to Kennedy? Isn't he the one with the Portuguese Water Dogs?" (We have a PWD...and Cisco is a whole lot cuter than Uncle Teddy's PWDs....and Aunt Carolyn and her sister Cathy thinks this is SOOOOO funny that they sent me Uncle Teddy's PWD book!)


Dylan~ "Oh...now it makes sense why there was an ambulance...(realizing it was there for Senator Kennedy), when I saw it earlier I thought someone was trying to hurt the President or he had frostbite because its so cold"


Regardless of the color of our president's skin, the day really is remarkable. But, because of the color of our president's skin is black, this is truly a day unlike any other before it. Considering I was born during the infamous year of 1968 this is an awesome leap in progress. Too bad I could not enjoy this "first" and be confident in my president's agenda at the same time. Ironically, had people voted for the conservative black candidate, Alan Keyes, with that goal of moving our country forward, we would have celebrated this unprecedented event years ago. Oh well. Time for me to build that bridge to somewhere.


Dylan~"Mom, do you think Sara Palin will run for president-elect in 2012? That would be kinda cool".


You betcha! Sarah Palin rocks!


Dylan~"It would be cool if I were the president"


Derek~"I went to school today with President Bush as my president and came home to President Obama"


President Bush, it is good to have you back in the great state of Texas.


Derek~"Who is that guy?" (Pointing to President Reagan.....Oh Dear....and I gave birth to this child!)


Dylan~"Mom, did #43 live in the White House when #41 was there?"


The last 8 years have been very important in my life. There is a great deal of respect and gratitude I have for President George W. Bush. I have been a conservative for a very long time but 9/11 unearthed feelings and concerns in me that I did not know existed. I was so grateful for my president then, for the president and the man, he became after 9/11. I know there many disagree with him, even those in my own party, and to be honest, I know he is not perfect. But this I do know, I don't know enough about the issues that my conservative peers pick him apart over for me to agree with them. So I am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt based on another thing I do know, I know I trusted his leadership in the highest office of our land during 8 landmark and sometimes, very frightening years. To quote one of my favorite people whom I don't know personally, Mr. Glenn Beck of Fox News, who today who bid President Bush farewell, "Well done thou good and faithful servant."


Cade~"Who was the 6th President of the United States again?" (Referring to my cousin, whose name for the moment would not come to me b/c I was draft blogging! But shame on Cade too, b/c ever since we found out I am related to JOHN QUINCY ADAMS, Cade, just like me, loves to throw this little detail out in discussions...wonder where he gets that trait?) "I want to hang a picture of him for you, Mommy, so you can always look at him."


As I am now watching the coverage of President dancing tonight, I am chuckling as I think I have to admit to another commonality with President Obama. He dances like the rest of us crackers.


Dylan~"Was that Jesse Jackson walking behind President Obama in the parade? (No, it was SS)

Derek~"Was that Jesse Jackson praying after President Obama's speech" (No. But after listening to the prayer, it might as well have been.)

Cade~"Is that Jesse Jackson?" (No, it was Evander Holyfield! Oye Vay!)


Derek~"Benjamin Franklin, when was he a president?" And what about that one who was a mormon prophet? You know, Woodrow Wilson?" (I explained that I had no clue what faith President Wilson was but assured him he was confusing him with Wilford Woodruff who was our church's 4th president & prophet.)


Cade~ While looking at a picture of President Clinton, "Is that Joe Biden?" And then about an hour later he said "Who was the president before President Bush?" My reply was "President Clinton" to which Cade then asked, "Is he married to Hillary Clinton?" (HMMM....)


Derek~"I don't want President Obama to be a bad president, Mom, I want him to be a good president. Like, what if he is like a FDR and pulls the country out?"


Wow. This causes me to notice and admit my nose is tingling, there is a catch in my throat and tears in my eyes. Even though my guy did not win the presidency on Nov. 7, 2008, my country is still the "home of the free and the brave" and I am privileged to call it mine. My awareness of being allowed to participate in family prayer for President Obama and his family is heightened. He has and will continue to have our prayers.


And just like Derek, I also hope President Obama is a good president.


Cade~"This is going to be the worst four years of my life but at least we have a president".


Rutroh. The brainwashing is working a little too well.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Flying Monkey Mother Debut


This debut is dedicated to the Kerner family and their love for their precious Rose.

In the words of Frosty the Snowman, "Happy Birthday!"

This is where the world of blogging and facebooking crash head on as I just got jiggy with Facebook a few days ago...

However, for someone who must add ADD to my own real world, this collision could be interesting!

I am not sure anyone else will find any value to reading this blog but I like that this is a way to journal. However, I have to warn anyone who might read this particular blog, that I tend to be very boring, very off the wall and very opinionated. Dennis Miller might be able to identify with me. But that is the beauty of this being MY very own blog, right?