Touched off by a recent conversation, I found myself remembering a show called 'Eerie, Indiana' from 20 years ago. It only lasted a season or two but my brothers and I were big fans. He-Man and I just spent the last 25 minutes watching the episode I remember the most. (Thank you, Facebook friends, for jogging my memory.)
Check it out!
http://www.hulu.com/watch/179359/eerie-indiana-foreverware
Now if only they'd bring back 'The Charmings'! Good grief, I LOVED that show!
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Simple Sabbath: A Rough Week's Reflection...
Hey there, Peeps! It's been a difficult week. Gratefully, all is well. With any luck, after the doctor's bill of good health tomorrow, life will officially be somewhat normal again.
This week brought some complications from the previous week's heartache. It was a bit harrowing but there is much to be learned from it. After regaining my reasoning abilities, I've been able to make sense of some of it...
I learned:
*That I have a physical response to people helping me. Maybe it's my miserable and failed attempt to be Miss Super and Sassy Independent. Maybe it's a deathly fear of being a burden, an imposition to others. Maybe it's a bit of both. All I know is that I tense up, my stomach ties up in knots and I get jittery. I talk with my hands and use large gestures. I probably freak people out a little bit...like the crazy lady walking down the street describing the world's largest donuts to the invisible police officer. This is not healthy. I need to be able to say thank you without showering people with enough chocolatey goodness and baked treats to somehow 'make it up to them'. This is going to be a tough one.
*That hemorrhaging can be a very real, very scary danger for pregnant women. I recently watched a documentary on women who deal with that very thing everyday in third world countries. At the time, I just couldn't imagine.
*Whoda thunk that using certain types of drugs, such as antacids, in surprising applications, would create violent, unnatural responses that will eventually result in a female body finishing what it started but couldn't finish.
*That in a random, unexpected minute, your arms could ache for a baby you never actually got to meet. (For me, it was in the scrapbook sticker aisle at Hobby Lobby on Friday night. For He-Man, it was today at church, during the blessing of a baby. He leaned over to me and whispered, "I'm a little sad." I almost lost it. This is coming from a man who has a fully operational 'Robot-Mode')
I marvel:
*That those very personal, very unique moments when you're wrestling with yourself, with God, with natural laws, such as gravity, the hardest wrestle can be with YOU. Getting yourself out of that personally inflicted head-lock is a bit tricky...let's just hope you're not doing it at the same time you're in a tree. (How's that for a visual?)
*From one whose probably eaten 1,768,243 strawberries and crunched (because I don't have the patience to suck) 4,378 lemon drops in my lifetime, that those post-ER treats have NEVER tasted so good. (Thank you, Elizabeth, Cari and Syndee)
*How one can say "Today, my friend had to help me walk to the bathroom, push me down a hall in a wheel chair AND as an added bonus I even dropped my pants in front of them..." and it NOT be after a frat party. (I'm sorry you had to see that.)
*How it can seem like the world is closing in on you but the moment that ONE person walks into the room, the clouds part just a little bit. (I totally would have made out with him too but it seemed wildly inappropriate given the circumstances.)
*How sharing the marvelous news that someone very close to you (super-top secret...you're not gonna hear it from me!) is expecting a baby can heal your soul and breathe hope into your heart once again.
I wonder:
*How it was discovered that shoving particular medications into unrelated orifices would actually create a whole new spectrum of applications for said drugs.
*Who volunteers to be the guinea pigs?
*Would you put that on your resume?
This week brought some complications from the previous week's heartache. It was a bit harrowing but there is much to be learned from it. After regaining my reasoning abilities, I've been able to make sense of some of it...
I learned:
*That I have a physical response to people helping me. Maybe it's my miserable and failed attempt to be Miss Super and Sassy Independent. Maybe it's a deathly fear of being a burden, an imposition to others. Maybe it's a bit of both. All I know is that I tense up, my stomach ties up in knots and I get jittery. I talk with my hands and use large gestures. I probably freak people out a little bit...like the crazy lady walking down the street describing the world's largest donuts to the invisible police officer. This is not healthy. I need to be able to say thank you without showering people with enough chocolatey goodness and baked treats to somehow 'make it up to them'. This is going to be a tough one.
*That hemorrhaging can be a very real, very scary danger for pregnant women. I recently watched a documentary on women who deal with that very thing everyday in third world countries. At the time, I just couldn't imagine.
*Whoda thunk that using certain types of drugs, such as antacids, in surprising applications, would create violent, unnatural responses that will eventually result in a female body finishing what it started but couldn't finish.
*That in a random, unexpected minute, your arms could ache for a baby you never actually got to meet. (For me, it was in the scrapbook sticker aisle at Hobby Lobby on Friday night. For He-Man, it was today at church, during the blessing of a baby. He leaned over to me and whispered, "I'm a little sad." I almost lost it. This is coming from a man who has a fully operational 'Robot-Mode')
I marvel:
*That those very personal, very unique moments when you're wrestling with yourself, with God, with natural laws, such as gravity, the hardest wrestle can be with YOU. Getting yourself out of that personally inflicted head-lock is a bit tricky...let's just hope you're not doing it at the same time you're in a tree. (How's that for a visual?)
*From one whose probably eaten 1,768,243 strawberries and crunched (because I don't have the patience to suck) 4,378 lemon drops in my lifetime, that those post-ER treats have NEVER tasted so good. (Thank you, Elizabeth, Cari and Syndee)
*How one can say "Today, my friend had to help me walk to the bathroom, push me down a hall in a wheel chair AND as an added bonus I even dropped my pants in front of them..." and it NOT be after a frat party. (I'm sorry you had to see that.)
*How it can seem like the world is closing in on you but the moment that ONE person walks into the room, the clouds part just a little bit. (I totally would have made out with him too but it seemed wildly inappropriate given the circumstances.)
*How sharing the marvelous news that someone very close to you (super-top secret...you're not gonna hear it from me!) is expecting a baby can heal your soul and breathe hope into your heart once again.
I wonder:
*How it was discovered that shoving particular medications into unrelated orifices would actually create a whole new spectrum of applications for said drugs.
*Who volunteers to be the guinea pigs?
*Would you put that on your resume?
How's that for food for thought?
Here's to a brand new week and a fresh perspective. Happy February, Everyone!
Friday, February 3, 2012
Reclaimed Table...
A few months ago, I made a purchase off of Craigslist. I picked up the
new-to-me merchandise and as I was walking out the door, the woman asked me
if I would like this table.
I gladly accepted, thinking I could easily think of something to do with it.
I LOVE mosaic art. I have every intention, one day, to visit the cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum to gaze upon the magnificent art frozen in time by the volcanic eruption of Mt.Vesuvius.
Since the table was essentially free, I thought it would be a great opportunity to try creating mosaic art myself.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Book Quote Thursday: Happy February!
Happy Thursday to you! The first book quote for the month of February is from a book I have loved ever since I can remember being able to read it. I find it particularly poignant right now so I thought I would share.
“Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.”
Kind of obscure? Here's another hint:
'You're so brutal to those who love you, {insert name}. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.'
Kind of obscure? Here's another hint:
'You're so brutal to those who love you, {insert name}. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.'
Care to guess? Remember...at the end of the month all correct answers will be put in a drawing for fabulous Blog Candy sent directly to you by Yours Truly.
Love,
Your Truly
Your Truly
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Wednesday's Neurosis: The Chopping Block...
Oh how our culinary lives have been enriched by our prized kitchen knives! For years He-Man wished for good, solid knives while with every mentioning of such desire, I had visions of serious appendage injuries and blood loss. (And that's not even factoring our children into the equation.)
It wasn't until a chat with a chef that my worries were dispelled and I realized the dull, cheap second-hand knives we were using had greater potential for destruction than a slick and quick slicer and dicer. Shortly thereafter, He-Man's birthday present consisted of a Henckels block and knives and a cake to christen them with.
Since then, neither one of us could imagine preparing food without them. They have their own special spot right by the marble cutting block. And when not in use, they MUST be stored like this.
Recently, someone, who shall remain nameless, discovered how funny it is to make mom/wife crazy by messing with yin yang balance of the cutlery world. Sure! It's fun to see mom implode!
You might ask, "How does one accomplish such a thing?"
It wasn't until a chat with a chef that my worries were dispelled and I realized the dull, cheap second-hand knives we were using had greater potential for destruction than a slick and quick slicer and dicer. Shortly thereafter, He-Man's birthday present consisted of a Henckels block and knives and a cake to christen them with.
Since then, neither one of us could imagine preparing food without them. They have their own special spot right by the marble cutting block. And when not in use, they MUST be stored like this.
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| Notice the uniformity in their placement. Beautiful. They say, "Pick me! Pick me...to slice that juicy tomato over on the counter. I promise to slice right through it and not even make you bleed." Very courteous aren't they? |
You might ask, "How does one accomplish such a thing?"
Feast your eyes upon this and tell me; DOES THAT NOT MAKE YOU CRAZY?!
What snarky-clever person doesn't seem to realize is that opposite to an angel getting his wings every time a bells rings is that every time a knife is purposely misplaced within its block, somewhere in the world, a teenage mutant ninja turtle receives a flesh wound.
For the love of samurai ninjas everywhere, PUT THE KNIVES AWAY IN THEIR PROPER POSITIONS.
It is up to us to save the turtles.
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