Turkeys = ?

Ok...so I'm not totally mean spirited. I'm not jaded. I'm not wicked...not evil.....not totally a skeptic, not malicious, not vengeful, overly sarcastic, vindictive or......well, maybe just the slightest bit evil and sarcastic.

Yesterday, just a mere two weeks before the ELECTION TO END ALL ELECTIONS......(dear Lord let it pleeeeasee be over)....I was sort of daydreaming at the computer and glanced slowly to my left, gazing at my birdfeeder just outside my window and found something VERY prophetic about the 3 ENORMOUS turkeys sucking up all the birdseed from my little birds.

There is a message here....I just know there is a message..... big turkeys....little fellas.....politicians, electorate, birdseed, money........hmmmm. Its a sign, I know its a sign.

Common sense and politics

About the only bit of common sense I have heard in the past weeks is a suggestion made this morning by Campbell Brown on CNN.
There is a potential of both candidates spending over 30 MILLION dollars per week between now and the election on November 4th. The majority of this will be spent on negative advertising. She suggests the candidates knock it off and donate these millions to charities which are hurting in the present economic climate. We don't need to hear any more negative ads and lies from either party.
So gentlemen, listen to the lady and ante up, ok?

I think I've Found It!!

This may be the invention of the year! I have been lamenting the fact that I am no longer good at multi-tasking. Its just not happening for me any more. But Hark! I have come across something that will definitely be a boom to those frustrated by trying to keep things clean, while trying to entertain the younger set.

Kayla is here for a week and while trying to keep a happy smile on her face but not exhaust myself with the effort, I borrowed a cool little car thingy from Emily. I believe it was the last thing she brought through the door when she dropped her off with her suitcase(s). It really IS a cool thing. I have a long kitchen….I have a lot of dogs and foot traffic….I have a 10 month old granddaughter who thinks its pretty neat to whiz from one end of the room to the other with a car that makes zooming sounds and reverse beeps Its very entertaining. Add to that some thick white socks and TaDah! We have a clean or at least cleaner floor!! I am going out and buying little matching sponges tomorrow, attaching them to her feet....and Voila! a washed and buffed floor.

How clever am I????? If you want to borrow her for said purpose of floor cleaning, give me a call and I will leave her on the front porch for ya!! :)

What's Happening........?

Seriously, what the heck is happening? I can remember when life was at a slightly slower pace. NOT a snails pace, but a reasonably doable pace. I remember telling friends I would come over and share a pot of tea with them in the afternoon and not feel like I was slighting anything, anything at all. And those were the days when I had 3 little kids under the age of 7 and no clothes dryer or dish washer or in some cases no car.
We live our lives so much in the fast lane, that when a moment or two becomes available where we can relax for a bit, meet a friend for a coffee, sit quietly and read or knit it becomes impossible to disengage our brain and ON switch and just relax. What’s that about? Why do we feel the need to cram every second with jobs, and commitments and errands and appointments and promises?? And when we actually find that “lost” few moments for R and R, we find our mind leaping to do the things we left undone.

I want a brain vacation. I don’t care so much about the body….just an opportunity to turn the brain off for a bit and mindlessly do some crafting or writing or reading. Not feel accountable to anyone for anything….including myself. Mostly myself.

I don’t think I suffer this “sickness” on my own. I think most of the people that I know are over-committed, over-stimulated, over-committeed (I made that word up) and just plain over the top. We all have forgotten how to say the word no…perhaps we don’t really want to say the word no. But we are cheating ourselves of opportunities to live a completed life. A life where each commitment, each unfinished project (you want projects, I got projects), each undertaking is completed.

I fear what friends and family will say when I am no longer here. “There she lies, the queen of the unfinished project. She lived ½ a good life.” Eh…maybe ½ isn’t so bad. Know anyone who wants a half-knit sleeveless cardigan or a half-written poem or a half-read book??? I’ll never get them finished in this lifetime.