We went out to the chicken coop this morning to discover three small egss — which can only mean one thing. The chicks have started to lay eggs! Exciting news. We’ve gone from this
to this
Musings of an Evil Wife in Vermont
“Danger Will Robinson!“
The words that are familiar to all those of my generation who remember the clunky robot who befriended a young boy and kept him out of harm’s way on their adventures.
Dick Tufeld, the voice we all remember so well, as Robot from Lost in Space has passed away. While he was quite famous for a lot of other roles including Fantastic Four and Spiderman and His Amazing Friends, he will always have a place in our hearts for his famous phrase from Lost in Space as well as some of the other more amusing ones – such as “That does not compute” and “Dr. Smith is a bubble-headed booby”.
Tufeld, who died at his home at the age of 85, reprised his vocal role of Robot as recently as 2004 for an episode of The Simpsons and starred as the Robot’s voice in the Lost in Space 1998 feature film.
I admit it, lately I’ve been lazy about posting. Actually it hasn’t quite been laziness as much as just not feeling well. The cold/virus/alien that hijacked my husband three weeks ago and he cannot shake is playing a nice game of hide and seek with me — know you feel incredibly miserable — now you don’t. As a result, I have felt less than optimal and more like incredibly — here’s a big word for you — crappy. Lovely, descriptive word isn’t it? Pretty much sums me up these past few days. When I wake up I feel like I haven’t sleep at all, no matter how much sleep I seem to have gotten. The nasty bug is merely playing cat and mouse with me, enjoying the teasing but not coming in for the kill. Oh, I am sure that it will happen — at some incredibly inopportune time — just not yet.
In the meantime however, there are those things that you cannot halt just because you feel crappy — like work, picking up, dropping off, feeding and generally taking care of the children (okay so they are not quite children, but they are pretty darn needy), laundry, feeding those kids — well you get the picture. Life marches on…..the only small corner of my world where there is some type of discretion is here — in blogosphere. So, this is what has taken the brunt of me feeling crappy. I’m sorry. I need to write as much (well probably more) than you need to read my writing, but it just hasn’t worked out that way. So, I’ve trudged on, avoiding things that I can and doing the things that I have to — and as my husband pointed out with all kinds of affection looking pretty “chic” in my fuzziest of pjs at night with a scarf wrapped around my neck (fashion people take note!) because my neck and ear have been achy.
So, much more politically correct to say that I have been lazy about my writing than to say that I have just been feeling crappy — but I know that you now understand. Now, to take my head that woke up pounding away like the little drummer boy, and go take some Advil.
Have a good day.
Well I couldn’t take it anymore. Winter isn’t much of a winter here, sure there’s snow on the ground now, but according to my own personal meteorologist, we are supposed to be getting just rain for the next two days — I know, bummer, right? So, with the sad excuse of a winter around these parts, what’s a girl to do? Look forward to planting her garden.
I got out the bag of potting soil and repotted my Christmas cactus since it woefully needed more soil (don’t worry I used the cacti mix for the cacti) and then topped off the geraniums that came with the house. These geraniums are planted in milkboxes and came with the house. Talk about a guilt trip– the plants were like 15 years old when we bought the house and we have this deep seated obligation to keep them alive come hell or high water — so far neither of those have hit us here, so we’re lucky, we only need to fight snow, frost and the occasionally mean minded chipmunk.
Then, as long as we’re on the obligation route, there are the plants that came with Tyler. — Okay, so they didn’t really come with Tyler because that would just be weird, but we got them as a teeny tiny grouping of plants in a beautiful pot from one of our very dear friends Cathy and her parents when Tyler was born (for those of you who don’t know my middle son is now almost 16 years old) and I’ve been coddling those along through the years. I am sad — very sad — to report that one of the group has recently passed away but I still have it in dirt in the hopes of some type of plant resurrection. Somewhere in my deep sub conscious (once you push aside all the other scary stuff that lives there in the dark) is the fear that if something were to happen to all those plants that something bad would happen to Tyler (yes, I know I am weird and obviously psychologically damaged – but I just like to chalk it up to my Italian superstitious roots — makes me look less nutty that way).
This all probably stems back to the incredible loss of the ivy from my wedding bouquet, which my dear Dad rooted while we were on our honeymoon and proudly presented to me in a pot and then I killed a few months later. I don’t have the ivy and I don’t have my father (I know that those two are not related) I don’t know how the ivy died since I really tried hard to take care of it, but I also don’t think that I can ever get over it — hence my need to keep plants alive.
While I was at it, I planted some seeds — basil, snow peas and cilantro. We’ll see how that goes, some other green things growing around here would be nice.
We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant facts, foreign ideas, alien philosophies, and competitive values. For a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people. ~John F. Kennedy
While we might disagree with what is said or printed or accessed; while we might take issue with those that say print or access it –we certainly cannot disagree or take issue with their right to say, print or access it. To do so, is to take away your own right. For one day someone else may dispute what you say, print or access and your cries will fall upon silent ears.
What is appropriate is to empower those that feel they are being cheated or stolen from with laws that can equip them with the power to redress their grievance. Eliminate the wart, do not cut off the arm instead. The legislation presently pending may not be the best solution to the problem.
One important thing to consider before you fall on either side of the SOPA/PIPA battle is to look at those that support it and those that oppose it. The proponent list does not include a single individual — the unit upon which this country was originally formed. The proponents are exclusively (if not almost exclusively) the new “persons” under recent law.
The freedom to disseminate information has always been a cornerstone of our freedoms, of our country – a country of the people, by the people and for the people — the question of late, it appears to me is “which people are we talking about these days?”
Tom and his dear friend Louis are the same age and share the same birthday. Every year, our families try really hard to celebrate the guys’ birthdays together, a tradition that dates way back. Their joke is that they are brothers of different mothers and our families are very close. It is always great to spend time together and through the years see our children grow from infants into men and women. Their oldest daughter, our goddaughter, just turned 18 almost a week ago and I don’t think any of us will forget the birthday we celebrated the year she was born. The guys were turning 30 and we planned a wonderful surprise birthday party. Their daughter however had other plans and decided that a day or two before the scheduled surprise party would be a wonderful day to enter the world. The only problem is that her mom, my dear friend, was the one responsible for dealing with the restaurant by her house where we were holding the event. The news of their daughter’s birth while wonderful caused me to have a small nervous breakdown. The party went down as planned, minus my co-conspirator who was still in the hospital.
Since then, the years have blessed us with many opportunities to spend their birthdays together, laugh a lot and remember how lucky we are to have such dear friends to grow old alongside.
Here are some recent birthday weekend celebration photos:
2012
Previous years
Friggatriskaidekaphobic is the irrational fear of Friday the 13th. Are you friggatriskaidekaphobic? If you are, you are in for one hell of year, since there are three (count ‘em) Friday the 13ths in the year 2012 — all thirteen weeks apart. How’s that for freaky? A fun fact is that any month that starts on a Sunday will include a Friday the 13th.
Friggatriskaidekaphobia is a condition that between 17 and 21 million Americans actually suffer. Frigga is the name of the Scandinavian fertility goddess and Friday is named after her, triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13. Why the fear of Friday the 13th, anyway?
Superstitions have long surrounded the number 13 in general and Friday the 13th in particular.
I am not a big fan of the news, especially as my husband can tell you, first thing in the morning. There is something about hearing all the world’s most depressing and devastating news before my head even leaves the pillow that makes me not even want to get out of bed in the morning.
I love when I hear something in the news that is cheery or speaks of the good nature in people, rather than the death and destruction in the world. Reminds me of the scene from “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” where Winona Ryder says to Gary Oldman –”take me away from all this death”. But I digress…..
This morning I came across this article on a site named “Good News”. Evidently a woman in a South Carolina town entered the local coffee shop, paid for her coffee and gave the counter person a $100 to pay for coffee for the customers coming into the shop after her, until the money was used up. That was two years ago and the same little coffee shop has had several of its customers “pay it forward” and do the same thing, leaving extra money to treat fellow customers to coffee that day.
Imagine how something so simple could make your day? We often forget that people could be having a really lousy day and a simple gesture, a free cup of coffee from a stranger’s generosity or a simple kind gesture or smile, could make all the difference. Life really is about the “little things” which are really the “big things” in the end.
I believe that when you hear about something uncommon from two different places, it must mean something. This morning when I read my friend Patty’s blog Where Did The Time Go? she was discussing the fact that this weather is reminiscent of sugaring season – that wonderful time of the year when our maple syrup for the whole year is produced. The warm days above freezing and the cold nights gets the sap flowing and the result is very, very sweet. The problem, as Patty remarked, is that this weather shouldn’t be happening now, it’s reserved for closer to the end of the winter. Her post reminded us that while we all might be basking in the sunshine, warm weather and lack of snow now, there will be consequences, which may be not so sweet later on — like a lack of maple syrup. I trust her opinion, after all she sugars and is very familiar with process and its ups and downs.
That is why I thought it was blog worthy when several hours later and states apart, as I was walking into Hannaford, another person — a complete and total stranger — commented in passing to another person (and loudly) about how the weather was great sugaring weather, just not at the right time of the year.
Weird, isn’t it? I mean I know I do live in the land of maple syrup and all – but still two very different sources and places with the same comment in the same day.
Noteworthy.
And sad, since we do love our maple syrup.
Come on snow!
We’re home after a great few days in Quebec City for our anniversary. It was something that we never do — the last time we took a real trip just the two of us away, away was in 2002, so I guess you could say we average every 10 years.
Nonetheless, we are back to the normal daily grind. The one thing that being away is good for, besides an escape from your daily grind, is a reminder that your daily grind isn’t so bad. Much like children, sometimes it is the routine that makes things safe and secure and well…..reliable. Not routine like in a rut, because we all have those, but routine, like knowing what to expect and looking forward to it.
Besides, when we are away from the boys….we miss them. I think a little away time does everyone some good. They might appreciate us a little more and we are a little more patient and tolerant when everyone gets a little bit of space.
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