wow.... did anyone else's week fly right by.........
I've got a meme to do, tagged by bobita, and it's coming....
a draft sits fermenting , just like Friday's leftovers....
- This week a US Court ruled in favour of Fox ,that networks are not accountable to the FCC for "fleeting expletives" on live TV, one of the rationale .......if Bush and Cheney get away with it, it must be ok. Now I must admit that I swear. Not a lot, but if I had a tape recorder following me around, I'd get ***bleeped*** throughout my day, but we are talking about THE President of the US being held as an example for lowering moral standards. Of course it's not the first time that moral standards have been lowered by a President, but I get a little choked when people get up in arms about blindly respecting the Office of the President, when in fact, the Office of the President should be respecting the people they serve.
- This weekend my husband and I will put up our "easy set up" above ground pool. Although I look forward to the pool, I am not looking forward to working with my husband. It seems, that whenever we do a joint project, he automatically assigns himself as foreman and expert, and I become the gofer. I am not a good gofer. And he is not a good expert. I expect some ***bleeping***.
- My baby boy will be 13 this month. I have already asked him to "pinky swear" that he will not follow his sister's psychotic journey through puberty. So far, the only signs of puberty are that his sweet dirty boy smell that I used to love hugging and breathing in, has evolved to ..... do not DARE open that gym bag in the house. Tonight he is at the movies with a mixed group from his class and despite my proclamation that I will do the dance of joy when my nest is empty, I feel pangs. When my daughter was 18, I was ready for her to leave, her temperament and personality demanded room to grow. My boy is my soft child, my easy child, my gentle child... perhaps I spoke too quickly.
- Tuesday was National Hunger Awareness Day and as I walked around my house that day I came to the conclusion that I will never understand the reality of not knowing where my morning meal will come from, or the feeling of helplessness a parent must feel as they tuck hungry children into bed. My concern, for my whole life has been when and what my next meal will be, never if there would be one. Heather, I thought of you often that day, the amazing cause that you champion..
yawn. :0
coffee can only keep you going for so long.
goodnight y'all.
happy weekend!
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My husband and I are not particularly successful at working together either. He THINKS we're successful, but I usually walk around fuming.
Yeah, hunger bites. It's hard to wrap your head around it sometimes. I keep thinking it would be even harder to watch your child starve than yourself.
Your description of your working together with your husband cracked me up because it sounds so very familiar.
I hadn't heard about that court ruling. Thanks for the info and also your take on it. And here I thought the whole thing stemmed from some swearing that was overheard in the war zone. Thanks, Mr. President.
Not such a baby anymore, eh?
And yes, it is difficult for us in North America to even begin to fathom the struggles they have just even obtaining food in other countries.
how'd the pool set up go?
Hubs and I dont work so well together on some things too....Im not really good at listening to barking orders or doing everything perfectly and precisely....yep Im a slacker on some things.
is wondering if you get annoyed enough your husband takes the first dip courtesy of your help?
laughing at your description of you and your husband working together.
I sure hope that you and he survived the weekend! smiles.
Hopefully you had an awesome weekend.
blessings,
Mysti
Interesting musing...I'd get into our project, but it is so consuming, I need a break from it even in script...
The month is flying on by, Not just the weeks. I'm the same with my hubby and if HE was working wth a friend there would be discussion and he would never YELL or talk meanly to them. I on the other hand get it, and will walk away. I don't do that anymore.
Im with you on the sadness of the boy turning into a man thing. My son is 12 (will be 13 in January) and I so don't want him to grow up. He is the sweetest thing. Perhaps our boys will stay that way? Even when they hit puberty? Perhaps a girl can dream!
OK, it's June 25th! Yer slackin'!
Having just gotten off a recent "slacking" bout myself, I probably should have some compunction about pointing out the recent lack of material on your blog....but alas, I do not. :)
Hope all is well.
OK, Hope, I'm starting to get a bit worried about you. I hope that you are gardening like mad so you can update your snapshots because your cucs and tomatoes from a year ago need updating!
Seriously, I hope you and your family are ok and that you are just taking a break.
Where are you? I hope you are okay. Starting to wonder if there is something seriously wrong. Please let us know.
Blessings,
Mysti
Actually, Hubba-hubba and I make a pretty good team. Usually.
Have a good weekend, Hope.
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