I started writing an entirely different post today and realized every single word that came to mind ended in ‘t-i-o-n’. Elation, Anticipation, Expectation, and on and on it went. And that made me remember the Electric Company song back in the 70’s called T-I-O-N. And that got me completely off track from the original subject and now I find I’ve yielded to the ADD. So, with that said, here’s my contemplaTION.
My memories on the words of the TION song were vague but I was pretty sure it was simply a song about suffixes. Because I had all kinds of spare time on my hands, I decided to indulge my need for nostalgia and look it up on You Tube.
I should preface what I’m about to say by telling you I am greatly distressed about a commercial I saw the other day for the new School House Rock: Earth. Y’all, SHR is going Green. It’s not that I’m fundamentally opposed to all The Green but I’m completely sick of the over-commercialization of it. I know God gave us this planet and we are obligated to be proper stewards of His creative work, but there are segments of the population who have taken this movement into the realm of religion and are worshiping the created rather than the Creator. I try to teach my kids about wastefulness, yada yada, but I’m a little over the Green indoctrination that now appears to be taking over cartoon programming in addition to the school work and cereal boxes. In my humble opinion, SHR should stick to grammar which, in North Alabama anyway, seems to be a much larger issue than whether or not we heathens bought bottled water this week.
Anyhoo, when I found the video on You Tube, I realized something pretty huge. The whole Green Thing isn’t so new after all. Apparently we were singing about Green-ing even then. Y’all watch.
So tell me, and be nice, where do y’all stand on the whole Green Thing? To what lengths are you going to be more environmentally friendly? Will you still love me if I tell you we create at least two bags of garbage a day or just shake your head in frustraTION?
Wow. I can’t believe I’m posting this.
Ahhh, Monday. A new beginning to a new week that is so jam-packed I will only be able to face it by focusing on one day at a time. Today, I’m taking my happy self to McDonald’s so I can get some real studying/writing done. I know that sounds like the most lame plan ever, but something about the gentle background noise of Fox News and the fountain of neverending Diet Dr. Pepper soothes me much more than the voices I hear from the laundry room screeching, “Wash Me! Fold Me! Put Me Away!” At a point in my life when I finally have the house totally to myself, I must leave it to think.
I’m sure there is a medical diagnosis just waiting to be made there but I choose to cry out to Jesus while sitting in the lap of Ronald McDonald. It works for me.
In the meantime, I’m basking in the greatness of this weekend. Luke and I went with our college/newlywed kids from church to Huntsville for a belated Christmas party/early birthday party for our teacher Clay and Number One Funnyman, Adam. We ate at Longhorn and I had the most fabulous mushroom stuffed filet. So much for the diet. I think I made everyone sick at the table with my bloody steak as I’m a huge fan of Medium Rare but it was, in short, delectable.
There’s more I would like to share about our evening but it would include my once again divulging less-than-flattering details about my hubby’s driving skillz. Let’s just call him Aesop because in the end, a great “You can’t just DO that!” moral lesson was learned by all. And yes, I’m being mysterious on purpose. My college peeps know the deal and we’ve all sworn to protect the Preacher’s Honor. It’s so wonderful to have a safe place!
Moving on, we had a fabulous church service yesterday. I’m not at all ashamed to tell you my man was on FI-YAH. He would be the first to tell you it was nothing he did but rather God moving on him powerfully to share a difficult but necessary word. It was a beautiful display of the Spirit and I won’t soon get over it.
Okay..I’m losing my Mickey D. time so I’m off.
I’ll tell Ronald you said Hi…
Lindsee tagged me for Seven Random Things and, true to form, I’ve waited way too long to holla back (am I too old to pull off Gwen?) at one of the most darlin‘ little college girls I’ve never met. (Never met yet I should add…San Antonio had better watch out!) So here’s to you, Lindsee! May your hair retain that glossy lustre and your shoe collection increase one hundred fold.
(It was meant for me to do this today. I JUST got an email with the same tag from Robyn at 3 Girls Mom. So here’s for you, too, my Alabama friend! :)
Here’s my current list of randomness in, you guessed it, no particular order….
1. I was a rockstar for a day!
Apparently Boomama and I had the same idea about hosting a Garden/Spring Tour thing. When I found out she’d thought about doing one too I had a flash back from high school when the new girl dared encroach on the territory of the homecoming queen. Let’s just face it, her blog can squish my blog like an insignificant little bug and I totally would have yielded. But, because she is Southern thru and thru, (and I’m suspecting the Jesus lovin‘ factored in as well) she graciously gave the party to me and even linked it so her gajillion readers would find it – the bloggy equivalent of delivering a freshly baked pound cake (or 1000 cakes as it were) with fresh berries.
I am certain it comes as no surprise for me to tell you that Sophie is no Mean Girl. Thanks again for being such a doll.
And, lest I forget to tell you, my stat counter called.
“Single digits, please? *cough* *wheeze* Can we return to the single digits?”
Oh poor, tired baby. You can rest soon.
2. My computer is even more awesome than I knew.
Y’all know that hubby surprised me with a new laptop for Christmas. Again, no real shocker that I haven’t read the instruction book. I’ve just been using the basic functions because, hey, I’m a simple country girl.
I just figured out LAST NIGHT this fabulous piece of machinery has a slot for my camera card! No cords! Give Him Praise! I can put the camera card STRAIGHT INTO THE COMPUTER! And the pictures? They upload AUTOMATICALLY! Did y’all know this? And if you did, why in heavens name didn’t you tell me? Is there anything else a computer manufactured since 1980 does that I should know about?
3. I am so sick of being cold.
This has been the year of Bone Chillin‘. I don’t know if it’s my age or what, but I absolutely can not get warm. Today I went to McDonalds to write while The Girl was in Pre-K. (The Library was hosting Family Week for the town. Considering this is the loudest library in the history of Dewey Decimal, it’s no surprise to me they would host a throw down in what is supposed to be a quiet place of study and contemplation.) Anyway, I promise the manager had the thermostat set on McArcticBlast. I typed for a solid hour and finally decided I could stand it no more when my fingers literally turned blue. I’m not exaggerating. I would never in a bazillion years exaggerate. But, even though I’d paid 2 dollars and 95 stinkin‘ cents to get online, I had to load up and take the whole operation to the Suburban so I could warm up. But, I did not leave! Oh no, I wasn’t letting that precious internet time go to waste. So, I worked away in the confines comfort of my truck. Pathetic, huh?
(Y’all are going to love that Chapter. I’m certain it will be, considering the environment and the spiritual state I was in, the most riveting of them all.)
4. My new shoes hurt like the devil.
But I don’t care. They are adorable.
5. My hair is currently the color of a fire engine engulfed in flames.
Not really. But it was.
Before our women’s retreat I wanted to get my hair done. I had this bright idea that I could have the same color as Eva Longoria. My hair is naturally dark and this time instead of light brown highlights, I opted for Eva’s auburn loveliness. See there? Those tinges of auburn?
I didn’t get those.
I got Auburn War Eagle auburn. Also known as orange. (You would have liked it, Vicki)
My hair? It was on fi–yah.
Now, let me be clear it wasn’t my hairdresser’s fault. I got what I asked for. The problem was that I had blonde highlights so the auburn tint wasn’t brown enough to make up for the leftovers of lightness. Holy cow. That made no sense whatsoever. Is anyone getting this?
So anyway, you know who your real friends are when one of them drags you to the drug store hair color section and buys a box of color for you. Let’s just say it’s toned down tremendously, and both my friend and I are now happy. Er. Happier.
However, and unfortunately, no amount of hair color will ever make me look like Eva Longoria.
6. Alabama birds have excellent aim.
Luke came in today and said, “What in the world did you do to make the birds mad?” Amazingly, there is no poop on the rest of my car. Just the rear view mirrors on each side. I’m thinking there must have been some sort of birdy smack down going on. You know, a Team Aniston vs. Team Jolie type thing. Team Passenger won as evidenced by their coating of both sides of the mirror. Team Driver? Maybe next time.
And hopefully next time it is Luke’s truck instead of mine.
7. I loaded those bird poop photos straight into the computer. With NO CABLES. (See #2)
Did I mention I’m loving the camera card drive?
Don’t ever say I can’t give you some random, girls. I’m supposed to tag someone, but because I’m a rebel and I never know who likes these things, I’ll just ask you to tag yourself if this looks like fun to you.
Have a great Tuesday!
