The Observer

I just dropped Isaac off at school and waited in the wings just to observe him in a bit of an unnatural setting.  They are having a PJ party and watching a movie today as a Valentines Day treat.

As the TV began to play Ratatouille, all the children like an alien assembly line, sat still, turned towards the TV and began laughing and watching as little Remy ran around.  It is a cute movie mind you, but something about it seemed strange to me, it struck a chord about the children in our country growing up today with so much stimulation and focus on a small box for their information and livelihood. 

As I sat telling myself to relax, perhaps I was projecting as I was a TV addict during my childhood.  It is only a movie, and that they should have some fun, I scanned the room and noticed one child who was sitting next to the TV facing all of the children and observing them instead.  Of course as I looked closer, it was Isaac. 

I laughed as I watched him take it all in.  What are these kids laughing at?  What are they thinking?  Where are the cute girls for me to flirt with?  He examined their faces as if they held the secrets of the universe. . .

And then he turned to me and paused just long enough to acknowledge he knew why I was smiling, and then he returned to his qwest for understanding human behavior.

Too bad more of us do not try the same experiment more often.  We might receive better information from others than we do that box.

Timeshare, anyone?

Ok, so I heard that a women in town has a great timeshare for sale.  I have never thought of myself as someone who would be interested in such a thing, however hers is somewhat unconventional and unique. 

She is selling a 1/4 share of one of her goats.

Apparently, there is a law against selling raw milk in many states throughout this country so some ingenious folks have found an interesting loophole. 

It is rare that she has an available share, so we have put in a call to attend an Open House and taste the merchandise to see if Isaac, Leo and I might want to purchase a quart or more a week.

Needless to say, I want to do it just because WE CAN in our rural town, and because as I talk about it, I remember summers at our cousins farm when I would race my brother to taste the raw sweet nectar firsthand.

Before I dive in any further or have to attend a time share presentation, I wonder, do any of you know where I can find more information about the benefits and possible downside of consuming raw goat's milk?

Just like anything else I try to research on the internet, there is NEVER a middle ground, only proponents on each side professing the gospel.

Who knew there was such a milk controversy?

The pro-cow’s milk folks want me to continue giving cow’s milk to my son. It has worked for hundreds of years without any problems, why fix it if it ain’t broken?

The anti-cow’s milk folks say it is time for change, cow’s milk causes mucus and allergies, and was never intended for human consumption.

The independent folks tell me that soy milk is the wave of the future. If I were to study the folks in China, I would see that they have been eating a heavily based soy diet and are a very healthy bunch.

The conspiracy folks tell me that soy milk has hormones, can cause early puberty and thyroid problems in children under 3 if they drink it longer than 3 months in a row.

It’s enough to give you as bad of a headache as you get watching CNN’s coverage of the current Presidential race.

Thankfully, it seems that all of the camps come together and agree that goat’s milk is great.

That is all fine, but have you tried to buy some at the store lately?

$4 buys you a quart where I live. It’s sad when milk for my son is 4 times as much as the gas for my car, especially at our current prices.

We live in a townhome, but I have already tied a rope to the tree out back to prepare for the arrival of our new family pet goat.  I may even try to experiment and see if I can use his poop to fuel my car.

Ad it up

I put ad links on my site when I started this blog

I did this to:

1. Learn how to do it

2. Experiment and see if and how my blog might be ‘defined’

3. Open my mind to the possibility of generating some income with my writing so I could have an excuse to one day quit my day job to write fulltime as I have always dreamed of doing. (Thankfully I finally realized that to set that in motion, I might want to start writing every day, or a lot more than a few times a year, and make and stick to a plan that might just help me get my head out of my a#$* and actually make it a possibility)

Although the jury is out on the third for now, the initial results for the other two are in, and so far I have found that:

Apparently I must write a blog about legalizing marijuana, favoring internet porn and pushing prescription drugs, as well as offer credit reports so folks can get the ok to go ahead and over extend themselves even more, and finally I must be an advocate for other folks to start their own blog to ensure that the word on all of the above will reach more people.

Perhaps, I need another lesson on setting up the ads....

and perhaps I need to have a few  glasses of red wine and rent ‘They Live’ this week.

Mood Ring or Mood Swing

Man, I am annoyed with myself.  I have turned into a bit of a whiny girl in my own head. Thankfully I have spared most people from having to listen to that voice, but I must have left some crumbs on the kitchen floor or she would not still be hanging around getting my attention.

As I sit here at the library writing, I am surrounded by hundreds of books, most of which are telling me that there is a place for my story, yet some are mocking and taunting me trying to convince me that my story isn't that great. I know in my heart that I should just move those books to a different section so they will feel as lost as they are hoping to make me feel.

What is the difference between success and failure?

Perhaps just persevering past all of your own whiny bullshit.

Time Passes

Time Passes when you are unemployed.  How did I ever find the time to work.  :)

I have to say that I am enjoying my time at home with Leo and Isaac and the 1/2 day a week I spend with the intent of clearing my head, sitting still and writing.  I hoped that I would write a great novel because screenplays are so cliche, but I have to let it take me where it likes.  I suppose that is what it means to be a writer. 

It has been so long that I have had any time to myself, so I am eating it up even when fears of needing money tug at my sleeve. 

In one respect the world seems to be going down the toilet and I worry about the future that we are leaving our children, and in the other I am hopeful that since we all seem to be in this together, that something good MUST be coming - even if that is only to realize that we are all in this together. 

It seems there is no better time than now to ask yourself "What can I do to make the world a better place?" "Am I following my true calling"

If not now, then when?