27 August 2005

I blog for me

Yesterday a college friend and fellow blogger expressed to me her hestitancy to publish some of her posts (see www.cryingoverspiltmilk.blogspot.com). I totally understand. At first I didn't know if I should post "Guess I'll Go Eat Worms." I was afraid that someone I knew would read it and take it the wrong way (you know, that I was bitter and wanted to go postal on my neighborhood) or worse, that I would become the ward service project. That really made me think about why I was writing.

I'm not writing to entertain people or to send messages. Some bloggers do, (which I think is fine- my husband likes the programming community blogs), but I don't. I write things that I've had on my mind for a little while, or that hit me all the sudden. I write because it feels good. I put it out there because I find it interesting to see what others think about the same things. So, I posted it. I did this knowing that someone might disagree, or misinterpret. I guess that's just the nature of blogging...and life.

26 August 2005

reverie

I love how and where I grew up. I want my children to have the experiences that I had. Here are a few things I loved about the atmosphere in which I was raised:
  • living on a ranch and working hard
  • The Wildlife Safari http://www.wildlifesafari.org/
  • rain
  • Pete's Drive-In
  • living within two hours of all my extended family
  • early morning seminary
  • graduating from the same high school as my parents and all my aunts & uncles
  • there are no esclators in Douglas County, OR
  • driving from house to house to trick-or-treat
  • the annual frog-jumping contest at my elementary school
  • trees
  • the population of Roseburg, OR could fit into LaVell Edwards Stadium 3 times
  • camping on the coast
  • wild blackberries
  • never pumping your own gas
  • Umpqua ice cream
  • the youth in the Stake stick together
  • no school on Veterans' Day
  • Abby's Pizza
  • the county fair
  • creeks bigger than the Provo River
  • fog
  • high school football games
  • no sales tax
  • the YMCA
  • my mom volunteering at my school
And many, many more....



These are pictures of the ranch in early March.
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23 August 2005

catachresis

Following is a list of words I have heard people misuse within the last month. My English is far from perfect, but these ones really bother me. I reference dictionary.com to confirm my usage suggestions (especially since my husband disagrees with me on several of these).

1. unique--it means one of a kind, not different or unusual

2. between vs. amongst--this one gets complicated. It differs with number of objects and intent (which is probably why a lot of people misuse it). See dictionary.com for an explanation.

3. anxious vs. eager--anxious implies worry or fearful expectation, eager is excitement

4. literally--this word means "actually" and should not be used in front of a figurative statement, i.e., "I was literally scared to death." No you weren't. If you had been, you'd be dead and not telling the story.

5. nauseated vs. nauseous--technically, nauseated is how you feel and nauseous is an adjective for something causing nausea

15 August 2005

Dogger is my son

I just had one of those experiences that makes you realize you're not who you used to be. I was writing to an old high school friend. While catching him up on my life over the past 6 years I wrote, "Dogger is my son."

That sentence seemed so completely foreign to me. It's a true statement. But, I just used the word 'son'. Only old people who have had kids for a long time use that word, right? I don't have any problem calling Goosey my daughter (though I do prefer "my little girl"), but a son? That just sounds so grown-up. **As a side note, my father-in-law calls his boys "son" as a term of endearment. I think this is charming.**

It suddenly hit me that I'm past the 'new mom playing house' phase. I'm a real mother, with a son and a daughter. I suddenly feel very grown-up and responsible.

11 August 2005

Guess I'll Go Eat Worms

Two years ago we built a house in a new development full of young families. I was very excited about making new friends since my two best friends had moved away the year before. I made an effort to be friendly and chatty, hoping to find someone that I could enjoy hanging out with as much as the two friends I had lost.

Despite my best efforts--inviting families over (of which only three have accepted), accepting the four invites (from two families) we have received in the last two years, attending Enrichment, faithfully visiting teaching, fulfilling callings, introducing myself to new neighbors, and even mentioning to three different people how much I need a friend--I have yet to make a real friend. I have many acquaintances, but like Anne of Green Gables, no bosom friend.

This fact reduces me to tears at least once a month. I tell myself that I have no friends because 98% of the families in our neighborhood have extended family in Provo/Orem and spend their leisure time with them. But, then, I think maybe it's really me, not them. Worst of all, writing this makes feel like a six-year-old, "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.........."

01 August 2005

cucumbers, peppers and tomatoes

We decided to plant a garden this year. Being Mormons, we're encouraged to have a garden--you know, self-reliance and all that. Anyway, after two years of home-ownership, we figured we'd take the plunge. We spent hours preparing the soil, then cheated a little by buying plants from Wal-mart and Home Depot ("real" gardeners grow from seed, but honestly, who has the time?). Anyway, after slaving away, our garden was ready.

This weekend was the two month anniversary of our planting. Up until now we watered, weeded, and watched our plants grow bigger. But this weekend something magical happened, as I was watering something caught my eye-- a cucumber.

My little gem is about six inches long and easily two inches in diameter. I was so taken that I called to my husband to come look at it. He too seemed to be in awe. Now I find myself taking little walks to the garden just to gaze at my beautiful cucumber. While I'm there I notice my peppers and tomatoes (all three kinds) growing too. I feel like a proud momma.
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