Fun Monday–How Are You Quirky?

This week’s fun Monday is, well, fun.  Check it out at Lisa’s Chaos.

Well, I’m quirky in so many ways, I’m not sure where to begin. 

Here’s one.  I have a voice for my dog.  As long as I can remember I have been the voice for my pets, and it continues to this day with Ringo.    

It gets quirkier, if that’s a word.  I secretly like to think I’m channeling their inner personalities, and giving voice to what they might be thinking, if they could think like we do.

One of the many benefits of having young children is that no one blinks an eye when you yourself are acting like one!  Yeah.  Oh yeah.  Yes.  The kids love it.  They routinely ask me, “what’s Ringo saying, mom?” and we try to come up with something funny.  The kids are getting pretty good at channeling their inner Ringo too, which is every parent’s true hope.

Sometimes we wonder what other things are saying, even inanimate objects, like the house, or the car.  “What’s the car saying, mom?”  Yes, every little thing has a voice around my house.

We live in a magical world up here on the hill.  If you’re coming over for coffee, please do bring your imagination, and don’t forget your sense of humor!

Haiku Friday–For the Dog

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The intensity
of your loyal wagging tail
always at my feet

Is more than a mom
could dream to inspire in
her furr-less child.

After the Rain: A Photo Tour of the Yard

Daisies can do no wrong in my mind:

The first zinnia is ready to burst onto the scene:

We cannot do without rain boots:

The hanging basket and the boy on a swing:

The evidence of a Pileated Woodpecker:

The peas in the garden:

The Asiatic lily:

 The Day Lily:

 

 

Wordless Wednesday–Dream Boy!

My oldest son graduated from pre-K last week.  This was a special day for any child, but it was especially important to Tommy and to me! 

Thomas was diagnosed with PDD-NOS when he was three years old, and has worked hard in speech therapy, occupational therapy, and social skills therapy.  He has made enormous progress, and we couldn’t be more jazzed up and ready for kindergarten! 

However, I think this picture says it better than any of my words:

 

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Fishing Fun

 

 

Friday 40 or Less Photo Challenge!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Friday again, and that means another 40 or less photo challenge brought to you by Pensieve!  Read the rules here, then join in the fun.

This week’s photo:

                        

Children carelessly running,

Focused on a victory to count;

Incidentals of life are painfully mundane. 

It’s innocence that keeps their focus

From disasters they make on the run,

mother quietly sweeps the mess

You and I pick up the rest. 

 

My Little Interview

Come see my interview at the Pakistani Spectator!

Scarecrow and the Tin Man

I am simply ecstatic about this.  Tomorrow morning up to 400 trucks will roll into the our state capital and shut down our government until their voices, our voices, are finally heard.  Read all about it here.

God bless the truckers.  My husband works in the trucking industry, so he hears first hand about the woes of not only the drivers, but the customer who has to pay the higher price tag to ship their goods.  They are willing to give up their wages for the day, and to take on the expense of operating their trucks in order to participate in this protest.  That alone says something about the urgency of this situation!

I feel like I’m walking in the poppies with Dorothy and the Lion.  Wake up, people!  When this winter rolls around, the voices (including my own!) will certainly increase in desperation.  Just in time for a certain first Tuesday in November.

I think most Americans are waiting for Glenda to come flying in on her bubble and put the world right again.  Well, if by Glenda you mean a 250 pound man behind the wheel of a semi, I guess you could be right.

Wordless Wednesday

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Holding Back A Retch

I’m just lovin’ our choices this year.  Yeah, Obama smokes.  Isn’t that the biggest legal sin we’ve got goin’ on in America today?  I mean, really.  There are people who would rather hear that his wife has had several third trimester abortions than hear that Obama is smokin’ the Marbs.

Never mind the penchant for cocaine and marijuana in his younger years.  How much younger, I wonder.  Ten years ago?  Twenty?  Ah, no matter.  The past is the past.  Let’s look to the future, a future where our daughter are free from the punishment of motherhood.

John.  Johnny.  Gramps.  Are you listening?  Turn up your hearing aid, I’m talking to you.  Good.

You’re supposed to be a Republican.  Could you, please, start acting like one?  Did you know that, where I am, it is $4.20 for a gallon of gasoline?  Do you know what that’s doing to my family’s standard of living?  Do you care?

So what’s your Big Fat Plan?  Maybe we should allow some exploratory drilling, if the States think it’s okay, but not in Alaska.  Nice.  Way to show your leadership skills.  You’re a real risk-taker, aren’t you?

How the hell does that make my food, gas, heat, any more affordable, any time soon?  I guess it’s no big deal to YOU if I can’t keep my 3 small children warm this winter.  Maybe someone in China has the right idea?

I don’t know if I can vote for you.  I-I just don’t know.  You’re making it very, very difficult.

Oh, brother.