Welcome to my mind…..

“where “There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.”

Jane Austen to her sister Cassandra,
21 April 1805

Silhouette of Jane Austen

Oh by the way

It is St Patricks day. I would be all  shamrocks and green beer, but my office mates refuse to let me listen to irish music and my boss won’t let me drink green beer at my desk. So it feels like someone rained on my shillelagh. So I am just going to sit here and hum old Clancy brothers tunes and project shenanigans of a hundred grumpy leprachans at my green grench office mates.  Oh well Happy St Paddy’s day and all that.

The truth about Tuesday

I like Tuesday.  It has many virtues.  Firstly and most importantly it is not Monday. Some weeks Tuesday is Monday part II, but even when that is true it is in fact NOT MONDAY, which in my mind gives torturous Tuesdays some redeeming value.   We have one day down, 25% of my work week is done.  (I w0rk four-ten hours days per week.)  Tuesday is one of two days of the week that shares the same first letter as another day.  So that makes it trippy.  I mean really who does not love the letter T–its tantilizingly terrific.   Tuesday is my dear friend Tami’s weekly date with Mark Harmon, which always makes her happy, and our shared office a happier slice of paradise than it usually is.  I never feel overwhelmed on Tuesday, I have the rest of the week to get the things I am procratinating over done.  The other T day is my panic day, but let us be frank, if I have not gotten it done by Thursday I will most likely put it off till next week.  On Thursday I am too excited about the weekend to concentrate on anything, and am usually busy filling my quota of cyber-loafing.  But I digress, we are here trumpeting the treats of Tuesday.  On Tuesday I am not too tired.  I have only worked one day and have sufficient energy for the day, Wednesday is a draw, and on Thursday I drag.  When I lived in Cali it was Taco Tuesday thanks to 39 cent tacos at Del Taco and their uber yummy Del Scorcho Sauce.  When the kids left home in was naked Taco Tuesday, but just let me warn you not to get Del Scorcho sauce on your netheryahoo—–it stings something awful.  So yes it is Tuesday, I like Tuesday, its terrific.

 

 

Also reading

I have been picking my way through this book for so long, I wonder why I bother to continue.  Its not a bad story about nice people.  Granted I expected to relate more to the characters than I do.  They are west coast and ric, especially compared to my humble Missouri upbringing.  I keep asking myself what is redeemable in these libetines?  Is pleasure and prestige enough of a fondation for a happy existence.  I don’t know.  Well, that is not true, I do know.  For my whole life I have always known it was not all about me or pleasure, or power or money.  No, thanks to my died in the wool blue collar roots I know from the tips of my toes to the top of my head that service to others is what we are here for, and the only thing that will bring our lives purpose and meaning, the only path to true happiness.  I feel sad for Inez and her family.  We may have been in the same generation and country, but I cannot relate, our worlds and purpose and light years apapr.I have been picking my way through this book for so long, I wonder why I bother to continue.  Its not a bad story about nice people.  Granted I expected to relate more to the characters than I do.  They are west coast and ric, especially compared to my humble Missouri upbringing.  I keep asking myself what is redeemable in these libetines?  Is pleasure and prestige enough of a fondation for a happy existence.  I don’t know.  Well, that is not true, I do know.  For my whole life I have always known it was not all about me or pleasure, or power or money.  No, thanks to my died in the wool blue collar roots I know from the tips of my toes to the top of my head that service to others is what we are here for, and the only thing that will bring our lives purpose and meaning, the only path to true happiness.  I feel sad for Inez and her family.  We may have been in the same generation and country, but I cannot relate, our worlds and purpose and light years apapr.I have been picking my way through this book for so long, I wonder why I bother to continue.  Its not a bad story about nice people.  Granted I expected to relate more to the characters than I do.  They are west coast and ric, especially compared to my humble Missouri upbringing.  I keep asking myself what is redeemable in these libetines?  Is pleasure and prestige enough of a fondation for a happy existence.  I don’t know.  Well, that is not true, I do know.  For my whole life I have always known it was not all about me or pleasure, or power or money.  No, thanks to my died in the wool blue collar roots I know from the tips of my toes to the top of my head that service to others is what we are here for, and the only thing that will bring our lives purpose and meaning, the only path to true happiness.  I feel sad for Inez and her family.  We may have been in the same generation and country, but I cannot relate, our worlds and purpose and light years apapr.

What I’m Reading

I read this for book club. It is my first time going to this book club and I will admit that when I saw it was an Oprah book I was skeptical. I had read the ‘Secret Life of Bees’, and enjoyed it so that was encouraging.

I found the story engaging and read it in just under two days. When I read the end notes and learned it was based on real women I found myself liking the story more. I always associate the begainning of the abolition movement with Harriet Beacher Stowe. Now I find myself nieve, she did not just beome an abolitionist from divine intervention, though I personallly believe it has some portion in the movement. I long to learn more about these sisters.

There is much to enjoy in this story. I am especially drawn to the way Kidd used inclusion of both black and white in the fight against slavery. The fight of each was unique, imbued with danger and bravery for all the warriors. The scale of the fight is proportionate to the risk of each. It was not a fair fight, but Kidd hanled the contributions of all with respect and reverance. It touched my heart.

I am looking forward to book club. Discussing good books with people who have different perspectives and experiences enriches my experience of books. I have had the experience of going to book club with negative feelings about a book, and came away with entirely different pespective and appreciation. If you are not in a book club I highly reccomend you join one

Every effing day

So my bestie says I have to do this every day. EVERY EFFING DAY! Are you EFFING kidding me? What am I brushing my teeth?

I know that does not make sence, but those of you who know me know what I mean, ya know what I’m saying. But I digress…..

I know that consistency is not my strong suit. I may not even have those cards in my deck.  Since I am not setting the bar too high for myself, hopefully I will persevere.  My purpose is mindlessness, my quality drabble.  I think this is a win-win for me.  I would aspire to witty, but I know my limitations and the dark turn of my humor is not always percieved as humor, mostly by dullards, but let us not judge.  So witty though I may some times be it will be the exception, and not the rule in my blog-o-sphere.

I’m keeping my teeth.

TONSo its been a bit, like only 8 months and I have been busy. I just gave birth to my ninth child. Not really, but that would be a good excuse. The sad truth is I have no excuse, nor do I have a saddle. I have not been on a horse in years. Its only been 8 months since my last blog entry.   Ah well……….

At this rate I may have like 20 posts by the time I die. Provided I can remember the new password I just had to make, or to write in my blog, or that I have a blog, or what a blog is, or who I am, or to put on pants in the morning, but that is for my kids to worry about.

I have always said I am going to be a handful when I get older. My daughters response was that she would not be wasting her inheritance on a good nursing home and that if I follow through on my promise to be a biter she will take my teeth out.  I am ahead of her on that. I have strong teeth and impeccable dental hygiene–I’m keeping my teeth, so chew on that kiddo!

 

So to keep my theme of random and aimless I put this picture  on the post that had absolutely nothig to do with what I have writter.  I only think its is funny and it reminds me of every time I am in pubic with my bestie!!! ;-p