simply content
Gracie is content. She patiently waits for special moments of attention, and, if she could talk she’d tell you that she thinks her life rocks. (We think she’s incredibly special too!)
it’s lost on me
Reading today about the healthcare overhaul that Obama signed into law just yesterday, what I’m finding most interesting is that 14 states (Florida, Alabama, Colorado, Idaho, Louisiana, Michigan, Nebraska, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, South Dakota, Texas, Utah, Washington & Virginia — notice that Indiana isn’t listed), have sued to block the law, stating that requiring individuals to purchase health insurance violates the Constitution.
I think what bothers me most is all the BS surrounding the healthcare issue. For example… “let’s change Happy Meals to Happy Salads” and all those similar ideas for plans of action. Listen kids, my Grandmother lived to be 99 years-old. Every single meal she cooked and ate contained lard — both in fried potatoes and in pie crust. What she DIDN’T do is sit all day in front of a computer or TV and whine. She worked in the garden and cleaned her own house and took care of kids (her own, my brother and I, and then my son).
The cries and claims from people that want to change what the masses can purchase at a restaurant they have a CHOICE to patronize (simply because THEY choose not to get off their lazy butts and get some exercise) is lost on me. Your thoughts?
cup o’ joe
Coffee is really important around here. Caffeine is one of the things I really enjoy. Yes, I know drinking it from the time I wake up until the time I go to sleep isn’t good for me. Neither are a lot of things y’all do when no one is looking.
I’ve had a Bunn coffee maker for as long as I can remember, and I’ve worn out several of them. I really thought I’d never want another brand until my favorite brother in the universe gave me a Keurig. It’s an awesome cup of coffee fast with no mess to clean up. Check it out! Although you can buy Newman’s Own coffee even at Wal-mart (ok, it’s not Starbucks, but it’s not bad stuff I might add) — you can also order coffee online and join up to have the good stuff shipped to you each month.
So it’s not taken the place of my beloved Bunn… but it did earn a spot right beside it!
an open window
My good friend, Mike Hall of The Pines Restaurant, posted the other day about opening the windows at his place to let in fresh air after the long, cold winter. I read that post, got up immediately and opened my windows. One in the bedroom hasn’t been closed since.
When I think about living someplace different, it also makes me think more about the ‘here and now’, and what I’d miss if I were someplace else. Living on the outskirts of the burg, an open window at night is pretty awesome. I hear all those country noises — from crickets to birds, and from a soft rain to wind rustling the chimes on the back deck. No cars traveling or horns blowing or sirens blaring or neighbors talking or anything like that at all. (Libby occasionally hears something she doesn’t like and barks like crazy — no doubt the neighbor’s cat that she would love to have for breakfast.)
Rural Indiana is serene with a window open (especially at night). That I would surely miss. So c’mon and open a window y’all. If you get too chilly, just turn the heat up a little bit. That’s what I do.
eggcellent
I’m barely up when an ATV pulls in the driveway and the dogs go wild. A young lad knocks at the door — I’d guess him to be maybe 10 years-old. A little on the husky side with freckles, this lil’ guy was cute — but I had a really hard time understanding him.
Him: Wanna’ buy some eh.
Me: Whaa? Buy some what?
Him: ehs.
Me: Eggs?
Him: *nods*
Me: How much?
Him: dollar anna korter
Me: Ummm…sure
He goes to the beat-up ole’ ATV to get me 2 dozen eggs, and I get $5 bucks from my purse. We meet back at the door. I take my eggs and say, “You can keep the change because we think you’re cute.”
His face turned red, he stammered around and left with a HUGE smile on his face probably saying to himself something like, “That old chick said I was cute. Hehehe.” So I’m feeling all good about myself thinking I made the lil’ dude’s day when I hear a noise in the driveway and the dogs go WILD. It’s that same ATV, but this time, it’s a girl about 12 or 13 years-old.
Her: Wanna support my school and buy some stuff?
Me: Is it that all-school sales thing?
Her: Yah.
Me: No thanks. I have a niece I’ll have to buy from (Katie’s almost a niece — closest thing I have to one anyway).
And for the record, I HATE all-school sales! I don’t need another coupon book I will never use, and I think students should be taught to EARN money (like our local FFA does within projects like selling pork burgers and the craft fair), rather than sell crap to family/friends they don’t want or need.
The moral of this story is… heck, I don’t really know what the moral of the story is, but I’ll bet I have the opportunity to buy a lot of eggs this summer. I’m thinking about these brown eggs and can’t remember for the life of me how eggs get brown or white. Do you know? Out of curiosity, I Googled for the answer: According to the Egg Nutrition Board (and who should know better?), “White shelled eggs are produced by hens with white feathers and ear lobes. Brown shelled eggs are produced by hens with red feathers and red ear lobes. There is no difference in taste or nutrition between white and brown eggs.”