Sunday, April 29, 2007

A sighting

prothonotary warbler, painted bunting

This morning I was sitting in my favorite chair reading my favorite author and out of the corner of my eye I caught the most glorious sight, a painted bunting. Oh my gosh! I feed a lot of birds and see goldfinches, cardinals, nuthatches, titmice, woodpeckers and an occasional prothonotary warbler. What a beautiful sight the bunting was. My mother always talked about them but I had NEVER seen one. Oh what joys the woods can bring.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Just Because

Just because I'm having a lot of wine you will read a LOT of rambling from me tonight. I'm here in my fabulous room, sitting in my new chair that is sitting on my beautiful new rug while I watch American Idol. I'm drinking a red wine that was made in Missouri and quite delicious (I can't remember the name exactly-Hermansberger?) and trying to make my mind focus on a particular thought.

The American Idol show is a kick-off show and a fundraiser. It's 2 whole hours of "stuff". I just want to know who is going home right now. I know that sounds callous especially since I just shed a tear watching Paula Abdul talk to a little girl talking about her parents working and struggling and she began to cry and so I cry......

I watched Entertainment Tonight and they shared (not reported) that Rosie O'Donnell is leaving The View....Yeah! I can't stand that woman since she is not EVEN funny anymore. She is using her star status to be annoying....glug, glug, glug...good wine....

My #2 daughter A has been flying all day long with her "boyfriend" to the East coast to help with Spock's Beard in their concert tour back there...Connecticut, Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, etc...she is getting to use her "education" as a recording engineer. Spock's Beard is a kind of off-shoot of Tears for Fears (the drummer, Nick is in Spock's Beard and is a friend of her's.) Anyway, she is going to being traveling for two weeks and her full-time job knew she would be doing this before they hired her so there you go. My kiddo is happy. I'm so very glad for her. The boyfriend is a little older than her but he is with her and in the same field and so they have a lot in commen. She is happy. Did I say she is happy. What you wish for your children is that they are happy and functioning, contributing adults in the world. She's happy.

The #1 daughter has been going through a rough time for the past couple of weeks. Her boyfriend/live-in's mother passed away, her great uncle passed away, one of her dear friends had some terrible medical stuff, and today the new homeowners found out that they may have to purchase an whole new heating/air system. She was in tears and they've both been sick.

OK-----I have had a brain storm. I'm watching the Idol Gives Back and they were showing the poverty in Kentucky and that 23 out of like 500 families can afford to pay for school lunches. I THINK THAT IF WE HAVE PUBLIC EDUCATION THAT THE MEALS SHOULD BE FREE!!!!!!! How sad to not feed the children when they are in school.

Oh, sweet wine....sweet wine......woo hoo!!!!!!!and it's only Wednesday...!!!!!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

More Babies

This is just a really cute picture of my little babies.....They are now 27 and 21...AWWWWWWW

Thursday, April 19, 2007


You Are Agnostic

God? Religion? Maybe... you're just not sure.
You're still figuring out your spiritual path... or figuring out you really don't care.
You believe that no one really can know the true story about religion or God.
So you might as well relax a little. You'll go crazy trying make sense of it all.

Your EQ is 153

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

It's those little things that bug you.

Do you remember watching the episode of "I Love Lucy" where Lucy, Rickey, Ethel and Fred were getting on each others nerves. (I know I'm showing my age.) Fred was jingling the keys in his pockets, Rickey was drumming his fingers on the table, Ethel was making sucking-smacking sounds as she ate sweet sticky things and Lucy was stirring her coffee, tinkling the spoon in her cup. Well, every once in awhile, after 31 years of marriage those little habits pop up that drive me crazy about The Hubby.

Last night he came home from a trip about 10:30 pm. I was in bed watching TV trying to drift off to sleep. He was asking me questions and I mumbled answers as he proceeded to get his stuff ready for the next day. I drifted off to sleep and was brought back out of dreamland by this glow that invaded my eyelids. The bathroom light was on. I could hear The Hubby tapping the keys of the computer, it was 11:30. Now mind you, I get up at 4:45 AM every morning to go to Jazzercise and it is sometimes hard for me to get to sleep anyway. He ALWAYS turns the light on and leaves it on and then leaves the room. I tossed and turned and then heard him coming back into the room. Now, I had to contend with the teeth-brushing routine. He is absolutely fanatical about his teeth. He brushes a very long time, then he brushes his tongue with an electric brush, then he flosses and spits over and over again, then finally he swishes his mouthwash for a full 3 minutes. OH MY GOD! (And this is twice a day!) It might not seem bad but he is very, very vocal about it. Teeth done he slides into bed and begins the release of his joints and muscles. The sounds coming out of his mouth used to make the girls think we were having loud sex. He stretches and moans for a good five minutes before he gets still and within another five minutes I hear the beginnings of snoring. Great...there goes my good sleep.

Some more examples of The Hubby's "habits": The act of eating his "daily" oatmeal and raisins can bring me out of dreamland. The Hubby eats oatmeal for his cholesterol and doesn't miss a breakfast without it. The only time this bugs me is the weekends when I try to sleep in. I first hear the microwave slam shut and run. Then I hear the beep-beep-beep, then another slam as he retrieves the steaming bowl of oats. He then adds his Splenda and milk and the chorus starts. Ting-Ting-Ting-Ting-Ting-Ting-Ting-Ting on the sides of the bowl as he beats the oatmeal almost into a froth. I asked him one time why he had to beat instant oatmeal so much and he simply said to get it mixed up. Oh, Okay (eye roll.)

Oh, and I almost forgot the foghorn. Yes, I am talking about blowing his ample nose. He blows before bed and when he wakes up. (I know this is gross.) This act, if I'm not ready for it, can make me jump a foot off the ground. My God, he must not have many brains left in his head after the horn goes off, and please help me if he gets a cold. Speaking of his nose, that man can smell a bad smell a mile off. You cannot pull the wool over his head...nose. I used to try to quickly clean up puppy mess without him knowing but no amount of cleaner could escape his talent for smell. It also hurts that I can't wear very strong perfume because it hurts his head and gives him a headache (so do room fresheners.) He doesn't even wear men's cologne except for very special occasions, and I LOVE men in cologne.

OK...I'll stop ragging on my man. Just some funny observations on our other halves.

Monday, April 16, 2007


My grandmother and sister have been plagued with migraines as long as I can remember. I have never had them...or least I thought I had never had them...until recently. In fact, a couple of years ago I was having this weird flashing wavy light thing happening in my eyes and I thought I was having eye problems. Well, my eyes were fine. I finally realized I was having a precursor to a migraine, although not severe migraines. Today, I'm sitting here at my desk and there it goes again. I thought I might not be able to drive home mainly because I couldn't see very well. I took an Advil and continued to work at my desk and then realized that the flashing wavy lines were gone, but wait, now there is tightness in my head and it begins.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Damn Rain

Rain, Rain, go away
Come again some other day!....

I'm so tired of rain. Surely we won't be under burn bans or below the normals on the rain charts this year. I had already put the sweaters and turtlenecks away for the season and here I sit in my new chair listening to thunder and shivering. I want Oklahoma spring and for goodness sake Oklahoma SUMMER! I'm in a bad mood and the dreary, cloudy and cold days are not helping at all. I can't even put the top down in my new car. I must be PMS'ing even though I've only had my monthly (haha) once since last fall and it wasn't much at that.

I'm just sitting here looking at the screen of my computer and am in a fog. I don't want to do anything or talk to anyone or flat anything. I hate this feeling. I've always described it to The Hubby as feeling like I'm in a glass box and every sound is muted to me. He will sense how I'm feeling and ask me if I'm in my box. After 31 years he sure as hell better know me by now. HaHa

DAMMIT! The phone just rang and The Hubby's favorite uncle, Uncle Skeeter passed away. He's upset and his mother is really upset. Also, the oldest daughter's live-in-love's mother had a heart attack last week, underwent 5 bypass surgery and then threw several blood clots and is now on a respirator in a drug-induced coma not expected to make it. This sucks and has eerie feelings of last year and the losses we all suffered in my family. Damn rain!

The Hubby is home and found me blogging and asked, "What is blogging? Is that a part of your MySpace." I explained it to him and he was curious about whether other people read my thoughts. I told him well, not many actually, only 2 or 3 people that I know of. Nice little hubby is in the kitchen blackening some steaks (I fixed some veggies) and he brought me a Turkey/Coke to drink...bless him...I know what he wants.....

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Saturday Night

We stayed in town this weekend because it was Easter weekend (not that we go to church much.) We have decided to have the (his) family for dinner (KFC) tomorrow but you know the only ones showing up are his mother and his brother and partner. The rest of the family is fishing or with the new family.....OK I'm bitter. The Hubby's oldest brother remarried a few years ago and the new sis-in-law has a son and daughter with kids so the bro-in-law seems to spend more time the faux family than with us, the real family. I am bitter. You know he and his "bride" have been to our new house all of one time in over a year. YES, I AM BITTER and I'm not the only one. The bro-in-law's own sons with their own kids are bitter by his indifference to their children. I have a problem with that. The sis-in-law has been causing some problems with the focus on her own family to the detriment of his own family. I know this is a ramble but wo cares it helps me to ramble.

I've been sitting in my "room" today and totally enjoying it. I had The Hubby take me to Tuesday Morning to check out their new new delivery of rugs. I needed his truck since my "new" car can't handle large loads. I found a really pretty muted colored one to sit under my new chair and totally spent the day in MY ROOM! I have always wanted to have my own room and here I am 50 years old in my own room. I grew up sharing a room and a bed with my sister until I moved out when I married. I married, moved out and into a bed with my new husband over 31 years ago. I was desparate to have my own space and now I finally have it. It is MY room and no one, absolutely NO ONE can tell me what to do with it, I won't allow it. It is my room. The Hubby tries to insert his opinion on how I decorate or arrange or by rugs or chairs for it but I will have no part of his opinion on the subject. IT IS MINE! My space. I totally love it.

Man, 3 glasses of wine and I can type all kinds of junk.

Dancer in the Dark

OK...I know as I write this I've had 3 glasses of wine so I'm feeling no pain but I also have free speech of the mouth. When I drink the mouth doesn't stop and I say just what I think, sometimes brutally. Anyway, I have been watching the Independant Film Channel and just finished watching "Dancing in the Dark" with Bjork, and mind you I CANNOT stand Bjork as far as singing goes but....I was bawling by the end of the movie. I only caught the last 1-1/2 hour of the move so I missed the part that put her in the predicament she was in. The end of the movie I found that tears were pouring down my face and I just wanted to sob. Bjork is a little weird and her singing is appalling but the subject of the story was so strong. She is a girl going blind that likes to live part of her life in a fantasy world of musicals. There were some very well known actors in the movie, Joel Grey, David Morse (I love him) so there has to be something to it or they are really out there but I really liked the movie and will try to catch the first of it to get the full effect. I'm not sure I want to watch the end again because it was so powerful for me, but wait I might have to drink a few glasses of wine to get it again.......

Sunday, April 01, 2007