• Posted By Crazy Single Mom @ 10:08 PM • • •
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Why we are going to hell
We threw our cat Psykit out in the snow just to see her in it, not once, not twice, but three times so I could get a good picture of her. We are SO going to hell hee!!!!!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
The slamming door and what it means
It's amazing the things that can trigger memories. In my new house, I have a back screen door that slams when closing if you don't hold it. You know that sound, not a true door slam but the sound of a screen door with wooden frame slamming. When I first looked at this place, I wasn't sure I would like it, not because it isn't a good house, but because I truly loved where I was living at the time. Admittedly, a screen door slamming wasn't going to make me LOVE this house, but the memories it invoked did make me give it a second look and a chance. You see, I used to spend a few weeks every summer up in Pennsylvania in the Allegheny mountains, on one particular mountain that overlooked the fork in the Susquehanna River. They had a back kitchen door with a screen that used to slam with the same sound as my back screen door now. My Uncle had a house up there. It was an old farm house, although it wasn't a working farm. No it was a summer house with lots of bedrooms so we could all stay there as one big extended family. The closest town was a town called Tawanda, and when I say it was a small town, I am NOT exaggerating. You got off the interstate, and down a road, and then down another which was a dirt road. Your closest neighbor was miles down that road. People would ride their horses up and down that road, because there were so few cars traveling it. There was a field across the road that I used to love to lay down in. I would get up early to the smell of breakfast cooking, a true country farm breakfast. My Aunt loved to cook. She would have bacon and sausage, eggs, pancakes, berries with a pitcher of cream, homemade muffins, toast, and fresh just churned butter from the true working farm down the road. She made coffee on the stove in an old fashioned tin coffee pot, and to this day I don't think there is coffee that smells quite like that. After stuffing myself silly, I would wander across the road to the field, and walk around picking wild flowers and looking at interesting bugs and plants. Then I would lay down and just listen. I could hear the crickets, the cicadas, I could hear all the birds singing, in the distance there was the faint sound of the interstate, and I could hear critters going about their business in the field. Many times if I sat still enough, the animals would get used to me being there and would go about their business right in front of me. I saw rabbits and deer and little mice, once I saw a real honest to god badger. I saw all those things and I heard them all too, and over all the sounds I heard, there would be a silence, deep and big, the kind that you only get in the mountains. I don't know if any of you can understand hearing all those sounds but a deep silence over it all. I had friends up there, and I would go with them swimming in streams that would literally take your breath away when you dove in them as they were run-off from further up the mountain. We would be so cold that we would run out of the stream as fast as we could, run around laughing, get hot and do it all over again. My Uncles took me on many walks, with them I saw a beavers dam, otters playing, and bears. Although we were NOT close to the bears, we saw them in the distance with binoculars. My Uncle Jimmy taught me the difference between edible mushrooms and poisonous ones, and tried to convince a little girl (me) that mushrooms really did taste good (I have since come to the conclusion that he was right, but that was when I grew up a bit). My Uncle Al (short for Allison, don't ask) showed me how to take care of bees, although he never let me do it myself. I learned how to ride a horse, although not well, I kind of looked like a sack of potatoes in a saddle. My Aunt taught me how to weave flower necklaces.
All that comes back to me as I hear the back door slam, sometimes the memories are so complete that even in this winter I can smell the smell of summer in the mountains. I feel at ease, and comfortable with my surroundings, all because of a slamming door.
Funny how memories can be triggered.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
I think they were talking about my evil twin hee!
So I found this over at Connecticut Yankee, and I don't know about his, but this one....is SO wrong hee!! I don't think introverted and introspective have EVER been words people who know me have said about me, let alone withdrawn LOL!!!! I tend to go the exact opposite, but it was fun for a laugh, thanks for sharing CY :-)
| Your Birthdate: February 16 |
 Your strength: Your original approach to thinking Your weakness: You tend to shy away from others Your power color: Pale blue Your power symbol: Wavy line Your power month: July |
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?
I just noticed that the link doesn't work, so here is the addy for this :-)
Monday, February 06, 2006
Princess and her Birthday parties
Blogger has given me the option of uploading pics easily, or so they say. It took me three tries to get this one up!! But at least one of you has asked for a new pic of Princess, so here she is, and one of her birthday parties. Yep, she gets more than one, my way of making up for the inconvenience of her having been born the day after Christmas hee! She has a birthday dinner the night of her birthday, and then she has another birthday party when I have my "friends" Christmas, which is when all my friends and I get together and exchange gifts. They bring presents for Princesses birthday too. Then she has a kids birthday party, hopefully I can figure out how to upload more than one image! But at least, for now, there is this one!
Sunday, February 05, 2006
The winter blaaaahhhhhhs
Hey all. I know I know, I've been away for a while, sorry about that. I've been in a bit of a funk lately, haven't had much inclination to do much of anything on the puter. Money has been very tight, I'm up at nights worrying about bills, and I see no end in sight at times. Now that is the mindset I am in, the reality is that money is only tight for now, there IS an end in sight and good times will happen again. But this setback coming as it has in the winter, well it makes my mind go around in circles. Every year in winter I get a little depressed, and when things weigh heavily on my mind the depression makes it worse. I do have joy, my daughter brings it to me every day and my job is rewarding. My roommate is a good person, and everyone is healthy. So why can't I focus on those things? I thought in past winters it must be the cold that does it to me, but this year has been unseasonably mild, so it must be the lack of sunlight. Whatever the reason, my heart goes out to those who suffer from depression more than seasonally. This sucks big time. Oh well, I will try to stay as positive as I can. Princess has a birthday party to go to today, and much as I would rather just sit like a lump on the couch, I will go and I will have a good time. I think. Wish me luck.