State of Obvious

It's amazing how technology is smarter than we are. While creating my new web site, I found that I am deficient in the knowledge required to make said page appear on the net. Here I was, thinking I was "all that" and computer savvy too - I mean, c'mon! I even have a blog! It was sad when I figured out that my knowledge base is about the size of a sunflower seed out of its shell! I hate to think that I am becoming one of "those". You know, the guys with the cell phone the size of Texas. He thinks he's got the best model available and that he is on the cutting edge. In fact, the lady that lost her eye when he flipped it open is secretly laughing at him! Somehow, with a little help from my older brother, I managed to make a presentable if basic page. It is somewhat a mystery to me still - how it got there, who is looking at it, and why it actually worked when I was typing lots of random things like a href=my dog's behind. For now, I'll just have to ...

The older I get, the less time I have to stop and sniff the proverbial flowers. Every day, every week, every month seems a little busier and rushes by more quickly than the last. It must an aging phenomenom because I remember my parents complaining about the very same problem. A couple of years ago, while taking my son to preschool, I became so frustrated with how slowly he was walking. He had to stop and splash in the puddles, test out the ice, scrunch the grass, and partake in every obstacle that crossed our path. I kept saying "hurry up, walk faster" until another parent, noting my apparent lack of patience, said with a smile "I wish I still wanted to test the ice." This light hearted, yet very pointed comment brought me up short and it was a little easier to wait for my son after that. Even now, I wish I still had the fascination with the world that my son has. I wish I could see things with new eyes and appreciate them for their instrinsic worth and uniqueness...

I hate mornings! No matter how excited I am about the day to come, I dread the morning that brings it. The cheerful sunshine, the singing birds, the sounds of waking from sleep - they all grate on my nerves. I just want to sleep in my bed until almost afternoon, crawl out from my sheets at about 11 am, and after lounging on the couch for a while get my day started at about 2 pm. Of course, being a mom doesn't really facilitate that state of motion. The bus insists on arriving at 10 after eight, and the state has some silly law about children being entitled to an education...Luckily, my husband is an early riser. So, on those mornings that he has the day off, I am allowed to get in touch with my sleepy side. It's good to be married!

Have you ever noticed the addictive quality of video games? We recently purchased a new gaming system. My initial worry was that my six year old would want to play it too much. I should have worried that I would want to play it too much! I have spent many, many hours melting my brain and straining my eyes. My son likes playing on it too, but by far I have logged the most hours of racing, jumping, and other virtual activities. I think the game makers must put some sort of stimulating drug that is transmitted through the pictures. My little race car is actually saying "race me, race me" instead of vroom vroom. I finally gave in to the collapse of my eyes and turned the darn thing of. And yet, from the back room, I can almost hear it calling me - "Just one more race, you're gonna win next time." How can I say no to that?

I couldn't be happier that Richard Gere fell flat on his face. He decided to do a political ad on Palestinian TV, urging them to get out and vote. On behalf of the world, no less! I don't remember making Mr. Gere my spokeperson. He is certainly not my first choice for world ambassador. Nothing is more annoying than a Hollywood actor deciding that a couple of movies under his belt makes him an expert on world politics and policy. During the recent US election, actors were coming out of the bushes like crazy to tell me that John Kerry was their number one man. I'm certainly not going to take advice from someone that has 100 times more money than me, has been married three or four times, is regularly arrested for driving drunk or doing drugs, and has no clue what its like to live in middle America during this day and age. It's always interesting when actors get involved in world politics too, because it only goes to show what a bunch of hoo-haas they are to think t...

What do you know, I'm a blogger! I don't know that I have much to say, but I guess it doesn't matter since I don't expect much traffic. Maybe I'll just throw in a couple of thoughts and let it float out there in space. My thought for today - I am so grateful! I live in the greatest country in the world. I am safe, I am loved, I have medical care when I need it, I have a family, and I don't have to worry about a bomb going off on my street tomorrow. Maybe it's not perfect, and maybe some people hate us for our affluence, but I'm just glad to be here and to be privileged enough to take part in that glorious thing called freedom.