A Day in the Life: Placeholder

Well, kiddies, I’m going to be offline from tomorrow until Oct 31. But before I went, I wanted to leave you a little something to look at. 

Come back and visit again next weekend.

Probably I’ll miss you more than you’ll miss me.

Heh.

A Day at the Zoo

At the Zoo w/ my SIL

corn

Plant life

Going home

The Sad Lament; a Brief Poem in Ballad or Common Meter

 

 

My phone is gone
I dropped it
in a children’s clothing store.
Although I hurried right on back
my phone, it was no more.

I have no clue who picked up,
some miscreant or worse.
Perhaps she saw it lying ‘lone
and stuck it in her purse.

Perhaps she viewed the pictures
saved with such great care,
the pictures of my little son
his first whole year
at places here and there.

Perhaps she watched the video
I took from day to day
Perhaps she watched him grow from birth
and watched him as he played.

And if she did,
she didn’t call to say she had my phone.
Instead she kept it for her own
in her evil, nasty way.

And so I’d like to say to her
you awful, awful something-that-rhymes-with-witch.
I hope your fingers all fall off
and your house falls in a ditch.

I hope your ears will melt away
and your nose will turn to goo.
And by the way I hope that you
will catch something nasty, too.

And if someday you accidently lose
something very dear,
I hope you’ll never get it back
but instead get a kick in the rear.

Consider, if you will, the Lowly Chicken

I like chickens.

They’re delicious.

Ha. Just kidding.

I like chickens. If I could keep chickens in my backyard, I would. They are beautiful and AT LEAST as entertaining as the cats. Miles likes them too when we’ve gone to the local animal farm to see the animals.

So let us consider, if you will, the plight of the chicken. 

They lay eggs for us to eat, that we know. But did you also know that:

     “…more than 98 percent of the 345 million laying hens in the United States live out their lives in      stacked rows of tiny wire cages….in 2005the United Egg Producers, in response to public concerns, recommnded a gradual increase in cage space for each adult Leghorn…to 0.47 square feet. By comparison, an 8.5 x 11 sheet of notebook paper is 0.65 square feet–30 percent bigger than the new ‘humane’ goal.”
                Raising Baby Green: The Earth-friendly guide to pregnancy, childbirth and baby care, Alan Greene, M.D.

That my friends is a sad thing.  And that is why we should shell out the extra $$ for cage-free, free range eggs.  Because it’s just plain mean not to.

 

 

 buck buck buck buck buck buck buck bugawk!

the great depression

 

on and off i’ve been feeling kind of down over the past week or two. ok, not just kind of, a LOT, here and there, give or take. 

there are too many things going through my head. this is just a randomly-ordered list of the questions I’m obsessing  worrying over currently:

• the future of the nation and/or the economy
• the upcoming elections
• sleep
• BPA, parabens and pthalates: they are in everything, unavoidable, like a modern plague. plastic toys, carpets, mattresses, cans of soup, water bottles, baby bottles/sippy cups/teethers for crying out loud! who thinks up these messes?
• living green/organically without going broke: because i can’t afford to shop at Whole Paycheck Foods or install chemical-free flooring or install solar or geothermal HVAC systems or grey-water recycling or buy wool mattresses or etc etc etc
• chemicals and pesticides in the food we eat
• sleep
• humane and ethical treatment of animals raised for food
• child slavery that is fueling the chocolate obsession
• carob doesn’t REALLY taste like chocolate
• sleep
• how can my son ever learn patience when his mom is such an impatient something-that-rhymes-with-witch?
• sustainability in agriculture and industry
• is it normal to want to not be a mom sometimes?
• leaving a legacy of a broken environment for my kids and grandkids to deal with
• sleep
• why can’t my stupid cats just GET ALONG already?
• i don’t think i’m cut out for this mom thing. i never even liked babysitting, for crying out loud.
• the economic burden my kids will face thanks to the funding of the Iraq war through the selling of foreign debt
• will my son EVER stop teething?
• sleep
• why does he need so little sleep?
• why is he so gorgeously marvelous (especially when he’s asleep?)?

I’m sure there’s more, it just depends on the day or the hour or how much Fussy there has been or how few naps. 

I guess these mostly deal with things I can’t do very much about. it doesn’t stop me from worrying about it and trying to find answers and make the best decisions.

humans always need something to worry about. at least i’m not worrying (yet) about how to feed my son (just worried about the chemicals he’s taking in!) or if i’ll have electricity or running water tomorrow or whether a neighboring country will invade or civil war will break out. or plague.

like i said, there’s always something to worry about, isn’t there?

Weekend Edition, Konglish Style

 

See the sweat dripping from his brow?  Holeman: my EVIL friend! Oh, the malevolent portent! Oh, the impending doom!

Lalala! Birds singing! Flowers blooming! Impending death and despair!

(p.s. one of our all-time favorites, is Holeman)