Don't just stand there and shout it...

Rediscovering Depeche Mode

2007-01-24T21:37:00.000-06:00

There's a television station out there, riding the waves... it's called RAVE.

Tonight... I saw Depeche Mode - and listened to Depeche Mode - for the first time since... well, since I was in college.

Truly a wonderful show.

... all I ever wanted
all I ever needed
is here, in my arms...
... words are very unnecessary
they can only do harm...

...enjoy the silence

Decisions

2006-11-21T18:42:00.000-06:00

It seems like everyone I know is struggling with tough decisions these days. Whether these decisions are in regards to relationships, careers, or major purchases, these decisions just don't come easy.

I make my decisions almost solely on weighing the facts and my priorities - typically compromising my own desires, especially if it's in the best interest of loved ones (especially in the case of Miss Madeleine). But I think this works for me because I want nothing more than for Maddie to be happy, and for me to simply be satisfied.

However, not everyone is satisfied with the status quo. Nor does everyone use the same process to make decisions.

I was talking to my brother last night and he said he makes decisions the same way I make decisions, but his girlfriend differs in her decision-making processes. She is a "feeler". She has to have a gut feeling about something in order to make it happen. She doubts and second guesses her options until a decision feels totally right.

I'm not sure I understand feelers and the way they make their decisions.

I know I probably won't get many responses - if any - but I'm curious as to how you make really tough decisions. What processes do you use? Are you a feeler or a thinker?

Compassion

2006-08-04T21:01:00.000-05:00

Maddie and I watched Good Morning America yesterday morning and the top story, of course, was the conflict between Israel & Lebanon. Maddie wanted to know why the two countries were fighting.

I explained first that Lebanon was not fighting with Israel, rather the Hezbollah were fighting with Israel. I explained that it all started with God's covenant to Abraham: that Abraham (with his wife Sarah) would one day be the "father of nations".

Abraham, not wanting to wait any longer and do thing the way God intended, obtained permission from his wife Sarah to create a child with Sarah's maidservant Hagar. She bore a son named Ishmael. Sarah was upset by this (yes, even after granting permission) , and Abraham drove Hagar and Ishmael out of their lives and land. From Ishmael grew the nation of Islam.

Eventually, Abraham and Sarah did have a child: a son named Isaac. From Isaac grew the nation of Jews.

The two nations have been fighting ever since...

And Maddie said, "Well, I wish they wouldn't do that. My friend Peter is Lebanese and I hope none of his family is getting hurt."

I was so impressed that my child not only paid attention to foreign affairs, but that she applied it to life at home and showed compassion for others.

Bummed

2006-08-04T20:40:00.000-05:00

Bad news yesterday about some health issues. Nothing that can't be fixed, but not good none-the-less. Pray for me, please. God knows what I'm talkin' about.

If you're the prayin' type, please also pray for a certain someone to understand why she needs to let go of what she can't have. Pray for the guy who needs to cut the ties with his past that will hurt his chance at a future. Pray for the gal who deserves better than the man who broke the promises he made 6 years ago. Pray for acceptance regarding the ones he couldn't have - he shouldn't settle, and I think he will.

Or just pray that God will shed his grace on all of us and direct us to make the right decisions.

From the Mouths of Babes...

2006-06-21T20:38:00.000-05:00

During our morning drive, Maddie asked me if running a red light would get someone arrested. I responded that running a red light would constitute little more than a traffic ticket in most cases.

So then she asked, "So what happens if you don't follow laws? Shouldn't you get arrested and put in jail no matter what?"

I replied, "No. Some broken laws are worth tickets. Some are worth a couple days in jail, and some are worth a long time in jail."

She said, "... and some are worth a baloney sandwich and Kool-Aid. Grandpa told me so!"

Disney World!

2006-05-31T22:21:00.000-05:00

I finally got my baby back - from Disney World! She had a great time and had a lot of stories to tell about the trip.

Her favorite of the Disney parks is Epcot Center with its World Showcase and "Spaceship Earth" (her favorite ride that tells about the advancement of mankind - it's in the dome).

While there, Maddie met some new friends...

And tried some new styles...

I'm so glad she's back. And speaking of back...

Disney World from a Rear Perspective

2006-05-31T22:12:00.000-05:00

My dad was the designated photographer during the vacation. He managed to capture a lot of Maddie's back-side during the trip.

It just goes to show that this little lady is always on the go - and the grandparents were never far behind!

Yelp! for Mike

2006-05-25T16:36:00.000-05:00

Mike's getting props from the folks at Yelp.com! Yeah, Mike! I don't know how long he'll be featured under "Fresh Lists", so go out and catch up on some wonderful reviews of the Dubuque dining experience (he's also reviewed KC, the Cities & Madison to name a few). Just click on the little monkey.

Idealism... Not Good?

2006-05-23T14:08:00.000-05:00

“What screws us up the most is that you get this picture in your head of the way things are supposed to be and you end up closing yourself off to some of the wonder and serendipity of the actual experience."

I am totally that way. I have these idealistic thoughts and my refusal of the abstract, of things that fall outside my plan, my adversity to the no-so-obvious... well, they do close doors.

Think outside the box, LeAnn. Just do it!

Cookies & Canadians

2006-05-23T14:02:00.000-05:00

I received a fortune cookie that reads, "You have at your command the wisdom of ages."

OK.

I'm wearing jeans and a white tee shirt today. I was a bit chilly and decided to put on my denim jacket. Joe laughed and told me I was wearing my "Canadian tuxedo." 'Sup wit dat?

Trust

2006-05-22T20:02:00.000-05:00

I have a couple items regarding trust tonight. And let me tell you (whoever you are), I don't like discussing trust, because I like to believe that I'm a very trusting person... but my past contains memories that haunt my present. And suddenly my mom's words come back to haunt me as well, "It's not you I don't trust - it's the rest of the world."

As a mother, I strive to raise my daughter in a way that she will learn how to react appropriately when situations arise. I have to raise her in a way that she can take all she's learned and apply that knowledge to her adult life. If, rather than let her face the consequences of disobedience, I shelter her to protect her from "all the other people out there", she may never fully integrate into a society where those other people - like it or not - exist.

It's the boundary of where I let her go, what I let her do, and with whom that comes to question today.

Maddie was invited to play with a friend this evening. This friend lives in a home where I used to play as a little kid (I played with the girl's aunt). The problem is that the same people own the house, and I fear the same lack of supervision that I experienced as a child. This was the house where, at the age of 6, I saw my first Playboy magazine. It's an image that's never gone away - even after 22 years. Nobody knew the magazines were in the house except my friend and her older brother, and she showed me what she'd discovered - that's what kids do.

In an effort to keep Maddie from being exposed to nudie magazines and a bunch of other inappropriate stuff, I've made the following rule: You can't go into anyone's house unless you ask my permission first. I think it's a great rule, but it will only keep her out of that particular house for a little while. What if she becomes close with the little girl down the street? How long can I keep her out of that house? Where do I draw the line at micromanaging my kid's life versus raising her to be responsible?

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Another trust situation I stumbled upon today is that of infidelity... it's something that rubs me so incredibly raw that I literally feel like exploding whether the subject pertains to me or anyone else. It's something that is absolutely intolerable. In fact, it's the one Biblical situation that actually allows for divorce (I'm not sure whether abuse is mentioned... though it's definitely a justifiable cause for divorce).

Mike - thank God (I'm so incredibly blessed) - has put up with the baggage I've carried from my relationship with Maddie's dad. Maddie's dad was a man who cheated on me and I lost the ability to trust him regardless of any promises he made to stay faithful. Even after we split, and he endlessly tried to win my heart back, he slept with another woman... which spun my trust of him (and all men) further out of control.

Now, a wonderful friend of mine is also struggling with the possibility that her husband has been, or is being, unfaithful. And the thing that really irks me is, the "other woman" knows he's married, yet she insists on infiltrating his marriage bond. All of this in the wake of a promise he made to his wife only days ago: "I promise to respect you. I promise not to hurt you..." Why would a man do this to his wife? And why would this woman desire to come between a man and his wife?

My brother has a great approach to the male-female relationship: he treats the bond with awe and care. He is an incredibly intelligent, handsome and funny guy - all the things most gals desire. He has refused intimate physical contact (hand-holding is a big deal) with any girlfriend in respect of her future husband. That way, there's no baggage... no trust issues... I know a lot of people probably find this approach unrealistic, but I think it might just work.

Had I never slept with Maddie's dad - had he not been unfaithful - I would not have trust issues.

Should we choose to respect the institution of marriage, the sacred bond a man and woman have made - or plan to make - in the presence of God (or an Elvis impersonator), we may be able to stave off the frustration that a lack of trust brings to the table. This means not straying from a marriage in search of affection; and also not deliberately trying to break the bond of marriage. Don't be so freakin' selfish! If you've already found "the one", be glad - and do your best to make it work. If you're in a relationship, DO NOT open yourself to temptation by bringing your relationship issues to the table with a member of the opposite sex. DO NOT put yourself in a situation where you may be tempted by another because they are available to you physically or emotionally. Just don't do it. If you haven't found "the one", paws off honey! He or she ain't yours - I don't care how much you think you're in love! I don't care how much better you think you are for that person than their own spouse. Respect! RESPECT! RESPECT!!!

Resolutions

2006-05-15T18:19:00.000-05:00

I resolve to be a better person.

I'm embarking on a soul quest to rid myself of assumptions and doubt so I can approach new situations with a fresh attitude rather than skepticism.

I'm asking forgiveness of those I've wronged - because truth will hold me accountable to reason.

I'm cute and lovely on the outside - I'd like the inside to match!

Catching Up

2006-04-27T17:55:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I posted...

I've noticed that a lot of people I know are either frequenting the blogosphere less than they did a year ago, or they've quit the gig completely. I'm definitely among the former, but it's sad to see the others go.

I've been very busy with my new job at AdTrack and, with the arrival of spring, more of my time has been spent coaching Maddie's soccer team and spending time outdoors. Logically, that leaves less blog-time for me.

Another person who I've gladly given time to is Mike. We've been seeing each other for 8 months (this is a big deal for me). He's the nicest guy any girl could hope to meet and he makes me incredibly happy. Don't get me wrong - we have our outs at times - but one of our strengths as a couple is resolution. This guy is amazing and I hope everyone in my life has the opportunity to meet him soon if you haven't already.

Of course, my posting time this afternoon is limited... and I don't know if anyone still reads this... but I want some help with a fun dilemma: I need suggestions for a summer vacation that would cost less than $1,000 for two adults and a spunky 7-year-old. Any ideas?

Trivial Causes of Excitement: Part II

2006-04-03T09:55:00.000-05:00

This Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.

Holy Cow...

2006-03-28T15:44:00.000-06:00

OK. So it's been a month without a post. I've got very little time. Actually, I've got no time. But I'll write something.

Mike and I went to Kansas City over St Patrick's Day weekend for his friend's wedding. It was a beautiful wedding at the base of the WWI Memorial. I got to meet some of Mike's friends from his time in graduate school (University of Kansas) and beyond. Good people - all of them. And they had nothing but nice things to say about Mike. He's such a great guy!

We ate at a few notable places while there: We had BBQ at Oklahoma Joe's (my favorite) and the "World Famous" Arthur Bryant's. Oh. My. Gosh. I love BBQ. We just don't have anything in Iowa that comes close to the caliber of the places in KC. We also went to a sandwich place that was initially run by hippies called Planet Sub - the slogan is "Welcome to Planet Sub – where it’s better cuz we’re baked." Very subtle...

Mike and I visited Moon Marble Company where we watched Bruce make a couple one-of-a-kind marbles. This place is fascinating to say the least. I recommend that anyone passing through Bonner Springs stop by on a Saturday to watch a couple demonstrations and take home a unique marble.

That's all I've got for now. A rush job... a covert mission... maybe I'll add pics later.

5 Weird Things

2006-02-28T09:43:00.000-06:00

*Wendy made me do it*

I don’t know that much about me is weird (except that I used to spell it “wierd” and Karen Corum absolutely hated that I couldn’t get it right). Quite frankly, I’m finding that my appreciation for the “normal” is growing stronger by the day… but I digress.

1.) I set my bed on fire while sleeping. Yeah… I would not recommend trying this at home. I was 16 and ready for bed. The massive pounds of books and homework I carried in my backpack every day were enough to temporarily destroy my back, and so I slept on a heating pad some nights. The heating pad was older than me. Oh, and let’s not forget that one should NEVER fall asleep while using a heating pad, per the instructions. Back to the story… I woke up coughing and passed out. I woke up again and, thanks to the cord’s little red “on” light, saw that my bedroom was full of smoke. Remaining calm, I first turned the heating pad switch to the “off” position then yanked the cord from the outlet. I sprang to my feet and made my way to the adjacent bathroom where I grabbed a couple Dixie cups full of water and proceeded to use them as extinguishing devices. Moving on… the coils from the pad burned through my sweatshirt. My skin was unharmed. It also burned a perfect circle - about 12 inches in diameter – through my bed (which was apparently flame retardant, thank God!). My dad stuffed the hole with some towels, covered the bed with a plastic “pee” cover, and made me continue using that mattress as punishment for being an idiot.

2.) I faked a seizure in German class my sophomore year in high school. I’m not sure exactly why I did it. I guess I thought I was being funny. That, or I hadn’t learned my lines for my mock German wedding and I didn’t want to look like a fool. Whatever the case… it was my last day in German class that year.

3.) I have to plug/cover the inner tear-ducts for my right eye when I blow my nose. My tear ducts have been manually re-routed and, due to the “shortcuts” they now take, a good blow can cause stuff to shoot through my eye. Tasty!

4.) If your toilet paper hangs under the roll (rather than over, of course)... and I come to your house and use your bathroom - whether I use the toilet or not - I will change the direction your toilet paper hangs. TP should always hang over the roll! Never under! EVER!

5.) I never wanted a pony when I was a little girl.

What’s weird about you?

Monkeys Are Funny

2006-02-15T11:19:00.000-06:00

I just experienced the best Valentine's Day of my life.

Mike was under a lot of pressure: He knew I'd never experienced a good Valentine's Day in my adult life. He also knew I was hesitant to believe my fate might change this year. However, he proved that this obstacle was not too big to overcome.

It wasn't cheesey, it wasn't sappy, it wasn't red, lacy, or chocolatey. It was utterly perfect. I am SO blessed to have a man like Mike in my life.

Mookie

2006-01-30T08:36:00.000-06:00

Today is Miss Madeleine's 7th Birthday!

Happy Birthday!!!

Two Front Teeth

2006-01-22T18:39:00.000-06:00

As of January 3rd I worte that Maddie has yet to loose a tooth. As of today, she has lost two teeth and the tooth fairy lost $10 bucks. Maddie says she's saving for college.

I start my new job tomorrow. Pray for me!!! If it doesn't work out, I may need to borrow Maddie's tooth money to help pay our bills.

What I Like

2006-01-17T16:52:00.000-06:00

Mike asked me the following question: "What do you like? What makes you happy?"

My faith in God, Madeleine's spirit, blue eyes, smiles, random acts of kindness, Mike's laugh, autumn, sincerity, apologetics, kisses, soup, hugs, imperfection, family, goat cheese, euchre, bonfires, good music, Nantucket Nectar lemonade, braised lamb, Ecclesiastes, St. Patrick's Day, love, fresh strawberries, prayer, the smell of citrus & black licorice, hard work, affirmation, validation, vulnerability, trust, honor, puzzles, unexpected blessings, color-codes, peach Jelly Belly jellybeans, stonewear, friends, tulips, walking, precocious children, Hawkeye football, the color red, stripes, blobs, water, painting, washing dishes, fireworks, watching my grandparents hold each other, board games, public displays of affection, respect, Chicago, pianos, stone houses, soy bean fields in September, Memorial Day, remembering the smell of my grandfather's cologne and the way he'd kneel by his bed to pray every night, reminiscing, philosophising, dreaming, planning, adventures, maps, state quarters, educational trips with my dad, recognizing extraordinary beauty in ordinary places, meeting new people, quiet time, and humilty... just to name a few.

Chicago

2006-01-16T20:34:00.000-06:00

Mike, Maddie and I went to Chicago over the weekend. In short, Maddie celebrated Christmas & her birthday with her dad's family and Mike and I spent time downtown and watching football on my brother Matt's freakin' huge t.v. in Naperville.

Mike, Matt and I drove downtown to eat at the Berghoff before it closes at the end of February, but we were too hungry to wait in a line that extended to the end of the block. So, we parked underground, strolled through Millenium Park where we experienced "the Bean" and the huge spitting face screens before traveling north across the river and deciding to warm up at Heaven on Seven (on Rush) for some cajun yum yum.

We dashed across the street after scarfing down gumbo and red beans to take a look at Room And Board, a furniture store that - IMHO - didn't stack up to Crate & Barrel, which is where we headed next - sans Matt. Throughout our visit to the C&B I was happy to discover that, although Mike and I don't necessarily share the same passion for haute couture, we like the same furniture. Perhaps there's a future for us after all! We browsed a bit - coveting much of what we saw - before we headed on to Pottery Barn and the Ghirardelli store (I totally spelled that right on the first try - I rock!).

We stopped at Rosebud on Rush for a drink on the way back to the car. Mike enjoyed the nickel he got back in change after he handed the bartender a $20 for the 2 drinks we just purchased. I apparently enjoyed a $13 chocolate martini. It was good, but c'mon... $13 bucks!?!

We were treated to a fireworks show at the Chicago River bridge as the local Bears fans were getting ready for their big game vs. the Panthers on Sunday (didn't turn out favorably for the locals). Chicago was a proud and energetic city that night. The air was crisp and romantic as warm smiles revealed the love that happy souls had (and have) for their hometown. I was glad to share the experience with Mike.

Having to Eat Crow

2006-01-16T20:09:00.000-06:00

"Ride of the Valkyries" is Wagner...

NOT GRIEG.

Yeah, yeah. I'm not as perfect as I let on.

The Offer...

2006-01-04T17:10:00.000-06:00

I got the job offer today. They called with a starting salary and I negotiated up a bit. Just a little, because I've never done it before... but it was something none-the-less. I'm supposed to call back tomorrow with a formal response and I'm leaning toward accepting the position.

Mike and my family are concerned that this will be a high-stress position and that I'll be sacrificing my life (so to speak) for a higher salary. Specifically, my mom is concerned that I'll be a bear at the end of each day.

So, the question is this: How does one turn off the work-day when one arrives through the front door at home every evening?

Random Items...

2006-01-03T17:15:00.000-06:00

1. Public restrooms. Given multiple stalls (women's rooms), please do not elect to use an open stall adjacent to a stall currently in use unless absolutely necessary. Please alternate. Potty patrons are not better off by concentrating such olfactory pleasantries and audible delights - especially for those of us who suffer public performance issues.

2. My parents met Mike's mom yesterday. It went well...

3. Maddie is nearly 7 and has yet to loose a tooth. She has one that's been slightly wiggly for a couple months, but not loose enough to pull. All in good time, I suppose.

4. Christmas was fun this year. I actually had a good time with family and friends - sans gift-giving. I recommend to all that obligational gift-giving be tossed out the window and replaced with time spent together playing games, reminiscing, etc. We're a society who buys what we need and want immediately - we don't need an excuse to exchange more stuff (because sometimes taht's what it seems to be - just stuff).

5. I met my brother's girlfriend Kiley over the holiday week. She is sweet as can be and gorgeous - a real-life Snow White. They've been dating just over 4 weeks and all seems well. In case you didn't know... this is a big deal.

6. New Year's Eve. Mike and I spent the evening with his friends in Dubuque drinking local wine, eating prime rib (yum), and playing games. We watched the ball drop with Dick Clark as he attempted to be the ageless man he'd been in the past; however, he suffered a stroke not long ago and the symptoms were evident. I feel saddened that it seems a tradition may be lost, but I respect him for persevering despite his hardships. Humbling, indeed.

7. I had an interview Friday morning and will probably accept the offer [when] it comes within the next two weeks. This is a tough decision because I know it will be a high-stress career that yields a high salary. I know, going in to this job, that I will not like it for many months. I feel that I'm selling out... just a little. However, I think I'll still pursue my Masters Degree in Education so that I can one day become a high school english teacher. Prayers requested and accepted!

The 4th Week... The 4th Month

2005-12-19T17:06:00.000-06:00

Today was the first day of my 4th week at work. I'm busy as a bee trying to balance work and life, but it's not as balanced as it ought to be. Too many errands and chores all mashed into the short, dark time-frame between rush hour and sleep. I don't get to have coffee and appetizers with Becky everyday, I don't get to be Maddie's school chauffeur or classroom volunteer anymore, and my house isn't as floor-lickably clean as it was while I had the daylight hours at my disposal.

Side note: The monitor image - not the monitor itself - is wiggling, making it hard for me to look at the screen. Anyway...

Mike and I have been dating 4 months. That's a long time for me! However, we're still weekend warriors, plugging away at all the compromises and adaptations necessary to make this thing work. Last week marked the first time we were able to see each other during the week: Mike came to Cedar Rapids on a Tuesday evening so he could watch Maddie sing in her Holiday musical at school. I hope last Tuesday was the first of many week-day visits for us.

Weekending is a formulated way to date - comprised of a predetermined event with a start and end time. We see each other for a reason, but rarely just to see each other. At least we get to be with each other. Last Friday Maddie and I trekked up to Dubuque so I could attend a formal event with Mike that evening, and Maddie could bake cookies with Diane, Mike's mom. I made an executive decision to skip gymnastics Saturday morning and stay an extra day in Dubuque so we could relax and try to spend some leisurely time together... doing whatever we want without any significant time constraints. A great idea, if I do say so myself.

We stayed at Diane's and played Katamari Damacy for a couple hours Saturday morning. Mike and I got to spend some quality time shopping, then we invited Maddie and Diane to Galena for some wine-tasting (Maddie had Galena Cellar's Sparkling White Grape Juice), chocolate-buying, used-book browsing, and Irish pub dining. I recommend The Irish Cottage in Galena for anyone who's looking for fantastic Celtic food in a great environment... with entertainment, to boot! Maddie loved the traditional Irish dancing. I loved the bangers.

I made another executive decision (a perk of being an adult and single parent)... to stay an extra night. Mike, Maddie and I went ice skating at the Five Flags Center in Dubuque Sunday afternoon. It was my first time skating at a rink, and my second time skating... ever. Maddie skated outdoors nearly every night last winter, but she needed time and practice to get used to the smooth surface at the rink. Oh, and Mike's a pro who needed no help, but selflessly sacrificed himself to help two amateurs. I'm happy to report that I didn't fall. Maddie, on the other hand, left with wet pants.

Ahhh... a lovely, relaxed weekend - at last! But when will I get my week-days back???

A Couple Items of Note...

2005-12-14T16:56:00.000-06:00

1. Michael J. Fox is on the cover of the Jan/Feb '06 issue of the AARP Magazine. Whoa!

I had a brief conversation with Mike's bro-in-law, Michael, over the weekend about an episode of Family Ties when Mallory takes speed so she can keep up with her class load. Anyway, it's hard to believe that Alex P. Keaton from Family Ties, whose brotherly concern for his on-screen sister helped drive her down from her not-so-educational high, is old enough to be featured on the cover of a magazine marketed to retired people.

2. I was listening to AM radio this morning - entertainment news to be specific. The question posed was, "Will 'King Kong' save Hollywood?" Save Hollywood? Are you kidding me? Now, I understand that there are film crew members who don't make truck-loads of money, but what I heard when that question was asked is, "Please help those who are currently living in $20mil. dollar estates so they can continue leading extravagant lifestyles!!!"

Maybe it's time to lavish farmers and educators with the praise and adoration we've given to those who may be indirectly responsible for the collective loss of imagination in many a boy and girl.

Note: I'll probably see "King Kong" anyway...

3.) I live in Iowa and it gets pretty cold here during the winter. It was exactly 19 degrees below zero last Wednesday and it's something we learn to live with... as Iowans.

Today the eastern portion of the state was under a snow advisory. We got about six inches of snow - the wet stuff. This is the stuff that's great for making snowmen and snow forts, but it's incredibly heavy. The reason this snow is so good it because it's wet. It's wet because the air is "warm" - hovering around 32 degrees (we got a little rain today, too).

Iowans are known for reveling in the "warm" spells that occur directly after cold spells by shedding their heavy winter coats, scarves, hats, etc. I saw no less that seven men (including my dad) shoveling the heavy packing snow in T-shirts! That's Iowa for you.

What Parents Will Do...

2005-12-09T17:23:00.000-06:00

I'm feeling reminiscent, tonight, of my life with a precocious and curious toddler.

When Maddie was old enough to bathe in a regular bathtub - not one of those plastic baby tubs - I would wash her body and say the name of every major bone as I passed by. "This is your cranium," I'd say as I washed her hair, and I'd move down to the mandible, clavicles, scapulae, etc... all the way down to her tarsals, metatarsals and phalanges.

I bought Madeleine several books regarding human physiology that explained the nervous system, endocrine system, digestive system, cardiovascular system, reproductive system... and the skeletal system, of course.

My secret plan was to give Maddie a strong foundation as to how the human body worked so she would excel in biology/anatomy classes, setting the stage for a life in the medical field. She now remembers only a handful of the bones and probably couldn't divulge the purpose of the heart's atria and ventricles... but she's got a foundation.

I'd be lying if I said that I'd be happy for Maddie no matter where she ends up in life - I have great expectations of her. More accurately, I hope she is able to follow her dreams and choose to do something she loves. To carve a niche for herself in her chosen field and excel. To be confident.

Confidence is something I lacked while scheduling my future. I was good at a lot of things, and even very good at a few. However, I would not allow myself to face failure where I'd invested my heart and talents... so I abandoned those skills and dreams in favor of the things that would merely get me by. It's ironic that I broke my own heart in trying to protect it. I'll do whatever I can to be sure Maddie allows herself to take risks and dream big... to never give up or take the easy way out (even if she opts out of the medical field).

Slow Goin'

2005-12-05T20:30:00.000-06:00

I'm now gainfully* employed at GE. I think the job will be fun, but it's not what I want to be doing in 6 months.

I've been toying with the idea of going back to school for a second degree in Secondary Education: English. I'd love to be a teacher so I can make a difference (that's what I liked about my previous job with Equipping Youth), but primarily so I can spend summers with my daughter rather than sending her off to day care.

My idea of a "dream job" has changed several times since I decided what I wanted to be when I grew up: an artist, a neurosurgeon, an architect, a television/radio producer, a psychologist, a writer, a museum curator, a spin-doctor, a genetic researcher, an event coordinator, a healthcare lobbyist, and an educator (in that order).

I don't necessarily want to make loads of money, but I want to be fairly compensated. I don't want to be a cog in the machine - to make money for the sake of making money. I want to enjoy what I do and know it's best for me and my daughter in terms of a balance between time and income. I need advice. Do you have any?

*Gainfully employed: I'm employed, but the "gainful" part is in question...

Evil People

2005-11-25T06:23:00.000-06:00

My dad asked me to go to Staples this morning to buy a couple hard drives (one per customer, please). We waited in line for about 25 minutes behind about 250 people. I normally loathe shopping, so a 5:30 a.m. trip to the store was not an exciting time for me... but I owed it to my dad for all the years of stuff he's done for me.

The doors finally opened and, as the line slowly made its way into the store, a flood of people from the parking lot sprinted in front of those who diligently waited in the bitter cold. I understand that there are no rules for this sort of thing, and no punishment will be served for those who budge and "cheat" (with the exceptional physical confrontation). There were no consequences for those who pushed and shoved, for those who took merchandise from other peoples' carts, for those who yelled and cursed at innocent patrons and bystanders. I understand that it's all about, "How badly do you want it?" But, this morning, too many people proved to me that we are a greedy people who will stop at nothing to get what we want. It made me sick - literally - to see an utter lack of decency toward other humans.

This is one of the main reasons I despise the commercialized Christmas. We don't need more stuff. We do need more heart... more compassion... more selflessness.

I hope I never become one of those evil people.

Christmas Songs

2005-11-20T16:06:00.000-06:00

Although I'm generally anti-Christmas (in its current commercialized state), I do have two favorite - hauntingly beautiful - Christmas songs: "What Child Is This" and, "O Holy Night" (especially the part where they sing "Fall on your knees...". It's so powerful & moving!)

WTF?

2005-11-15T13:45:00.000-06:00

Say hello to another round of censorship and double-standards.

Again, I say

WTF?

The University of Wisconsin-Eu Claire has placed a ban on RAs holding private, non-mandatory Bible studies in their dorm rooms because "students might not find [RAs] 'approachable' or might fear they'd be 'judged or pushed in a direction that does not work for them'."

I can't recall a time - during school and in the dorms - when I didn't feel I was being pushed in a direction that didn't work for me - it's the nature of college. It's real life! However, I was exposed to various viewpoints I'd never considered until then. Being an adult, I learned to make my own choices based on the available information and tried not to judge others for making choices to the contrary.

As a matter-of-fact, during my soph. year at UNI, our RA called us all into her room during our mandatory weekly meeting and taught us all how to perform safe oral sex. She pulled open a drawer full of various condoms - colored, flavored, textured - and encouraged us to discover with our partners what worked best for us as a couple. She used a cucumber obtained from food services and proceeded to show us how to apply the condom with our mouths, how not to use our teeth, and a whole lot more. The real kicker: this was endorsed by dorm administration.

As far as the "approachable" issue goes: I was very intimidated by tall, blonde, big-breasted women in college - and I wasn't alone. There's no way I'd ever rack up... I mean, stack up. Maybe tall, blonde, big-breasted women should be banned from the dorms because they make the rest of us feel physically inadequate. Ok. Ok. I know it's not the same thing because religion and politics aren't involved, but seriously! Even the guys were intimidated by the beautiful bombshells.

But the point is, the busty blondes weren't the ones who made me feel inadequate - I made myself feel the way I did. Adults must take responsibility for their thoughts and actions and stop censoring those whose legal and Constitutionally afforded activities make others feel uncomfy.

Working Full Time...

2005-11-14T16:36:00.000-06:00

... to find full time work.

I've been pounding the pavement during the past couple months to find a career. I've been on the phone hours upon hours, visiting with HR reps face-to-face, sending LeAnn "press kits" to various local businesses, making follow-up calls, making follow-up visits, going on 4-hour interviews, 3-hour second interviews, testing, testing, testing...

My time is running thin, so I've decided to employ myself with a temp agency. Actually, I called one temp agency that, within an hour of my call to solicit information about their hiring process, had me hired out to a huge international corporation. I was flattered, but the job is simply that - a job. I'm looking for a career, but I'll take the job in the mean-time.

I had an interview today with a company that would compensate me generously, but I had to withdraw myself as a candidate before the president offered me the job (which he was actually in the process of doing when I interrupted him). The position was that of a head-hunter and the employees at the company had no misgivings about using such tactics as deception, voice alterations, aliases, etc. to recruit candidates and other leads. I can't be a part of that atmosphere.

At the encouragement of Mike and my wonderful brother, I called Mount Mercy College to inquire about earning my high school teaching certificate. Those who know me well understand my passion for helping youth understand that there are wonderful and beautiful secrets hidden within this world that we can all be blessed to find if we know how to search. I want to help students discover the magic that's woven throughout classic literature and music, fine art, architecture, and the humanities. Or maybe I'll teach English. That can be magical, too.

I have a BA in Public Relations and significant experience in journalistic writing, marketing/advertising, and graphic and layout design. If anyone knows anyone who knows of a position for me, please let me know! I need to get my foot in the door somewhere and I think there's a lot of truth in the adage, "It's all about who you know!"

FYI Friday

2005-11-11T12:03:00.000-06:00

FYI: Today is a day to respect those who've fought, and continue to fight, for our freedom. Thank you!

Bah Humbug

2005-11-10T14:40:00.000-06:00

Mix 96.5 has already begun playing their full-time rotation of Christmas and "Holiday" tunes to carry us through the end of the year. Fleece sweater-clad models are popping up in ads all over the airwaves singing a chorus of, "BUY! BUY! BUY!"

"Make this the most memorable Christmas ever," they say... when we all know that we probably aren't going to remember who got what for whom and who gave me all this crud that I can't possibly use, because - frankly - it's junk. I abhor what this holiday has become!

A few years ago I decided that I wanted no part in this commercialized Christmas to which so many of us cleave. Primarily, I decided that gift-giving is for children only. Additionally, I asked that family and friends not purchase gifts for me in the name of this gluttonous holiday. Miss Maddie has spent several years without a Christmas tree, without popcorn and cranberries strung together, without any typical traditions. But don't feel too sorry for her. Like Jesus - whose birth we're supposed to be celebrating - Maddie will be adorned with the finest gifts from afar by the Three Wisewomen, a.k.a. - Grandma W., Grandma P. and Nana.

However, I have recently chosen to try and appreciate the holiday - to renew my sense of "Christmas Cheer" (that's a drink, right? I think I'll need a few). I've asked Mike, who absolutely adores this holiday, to help me with creating an atmosphere in my home (and maybe my heart) that will incubate joyful feelings of peace and goodwill... and glad tidings...

Bring it on...

Sweet Shawn

2005-11-07T17:08:00.000-06:00

I went to the Twin Cities over the weekend to attend a surprise 30th birthday party for "Sweet" Shawn, a rather perfect man who I've had the privilege of knowing since my days at UNI.

Shawn is a gorgeous, anal-retentive, bass-guitar-playing, punk-rockin', silly voice-making, finger-skating, usually vegetarian, kitty-cat daddy, salt-n-pepper haired, dimple-clad, never wearing party pants, but sporting the purple boa, CPA by day, naughty nurse by night, buying single cigarettes at Hill Street News, Mike-loving, kind-hearted, sorta looking like Billy Corgan, best ever person that anyone anywhere could ever hope to possibly find someday. Shawn's rare, but he's real. He's Sweetness to some, Sugarbottom to others... but there's nary a soul who doesn't love Shawn.

Moving on...

I met Mike's sister Joanna and her husband Michael... and their dog Resa (REE-suh). Resa was named after the woman (named Teresa) whose marriage to some guy a long time ago sparked the initiation of Oktoberfest in Germany. Now you know. Anyhoo, Joanna and Michael are the kind of people who would make anyone feel at home in their home and their city. Joanna is clever and intelligent while her husband is witty and hilarious. She looks like somebody you know, and he looks like Jason Lee with the personality and voice of Owen Wilson. Michael imparted some great advice to normal couples: When it comes to the choice of arguing with your significant other or singing along with a song by The Who, choose The Who. Always choose The Who. I had a great time and greatly appreciate their kindness to the strange girl who had to light a match...

Other things to note:

Mike and I saw an albino squirrel
Bowls full of peanut M&Ms are always a good thing
Twilight is a great time for embarking on an adventure; try something new once a month!

Do You Ever Have One of Those Days?

2005-11-03T09:22:00.000-06:00

One of those days when you haven't slept well the night before, you wake up too early and stub your toe in the dark, you burn your toast, your kid doesn't want to obey any rules and disobedience becomes a fun game. The garbage bag breaks all over the floor and - to make matters worse - the kid tracks something decaying and sticky from the mess onto the carpet. You forgot to turn on the coffee maker and realize the fridge door has been open all night. You shake yourself clear of any impure thoughts only to have them snap back at twice the previous intensity... and realize that you are contributing nothing good to the world at that particular moment? Yeah... it's frustrating.

I suppose it could be worse. I really shouldn't complain.
To worry about such trivial things is, quite simply, vain.

A little rhyme goes a long way!

FYI Friday

2005-10-28T18:01:00.000-05:00

FYI: I joined a women's book club Wednesday evening. The club primarily consists of the wives of attorneys (though I'm sure the wives would get by on their own merits), but also plays host to such attnedees as a trial lawyer, an infectious diseases researcher, and other notables. Have I mentioned I don't have a job? or a husband? I guess that makes me notable in some other way...

We just finished Everything is Illuminated and are moving on to The Kite Runner.

Just thought you oughtta know.

Any comments as I delve into the text?

Eye Don't Know What to Say

2005-10-26T16:47:00.000-05:00

I have Foot-In-Mouth disease in a really bad way. Now matter how funny I think I am, nobody else seems to get it. What's more, I tend to say the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times. But I've found someone who's worse than me... Dr. Ophthalmologist (Dr. Op).

I've known the doctor for a few months outside the professional setting because our daughters are friends, and I recently opted to use his services because my previous doc retired. When I saw Dr. Op a couple weeks ago he was courteous and professional... at first. Then he asked me whether I thought his wife looked older than him. I paused, thinking that was an absurd question. Then he said, "Ahhh... You can tell me the truth, I look a lot younger than her. I know I do. And I should, because she's 2 months older than me."

As I've mentioned a billion times on this blog, I am a single mom. Ok. So, Dr. Op started to ask me about the relationship between little Mookie and her dad. I said they don't see each other often and he interrupted, "That's awful. I love my kids so much. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't see them or talk to them every day." Then, in an instance of realization, he put his hands on my shoulders and said, "That doesn't make you feel any better. Does it? Sorry."

Mookie had an eye appointment with Dr. Op this morning and at the end of the visit he started in on why he chose to enter the field of Ophthalmology. He said he initially considered ear, nose & throat, but thought that wasn't exciting...

...That's when he shocked me: "I couldn't be an OB-Gyn because, well, there are just some places these hands shouldn't be."

Good to know, Doc... Good to know.

Nine Things:

2005-10-24T14:09:00.000-05:00

1.) Money is not the root of all evil. The love of money is the root of all evil. C'mon... get it straight!

2.) What is the ideal gift for a good male friend who is turning 30?

3.) I like meeting new people. I'd like a job where all I have to do is meet new people... and build networks of like-minded people. I may have that job soon (keep your fingers crossed).

4.) I met a 19-month-old kid named Killian over the weekend. He was hilarious and adorable, but he didn't the like the green-apple flavored sucker I gave him. The sad thing was, I spent too much of my time thinking how great he'd be with Becky's 18-month-old daughter Alexandra. I'm a freak! They're still babies! <hanging head in shame... with a smirk, of course>

5.) Ecclesiastes is my absolute favorite book of the Bible. Some say it's depressing, but I think it's a work of unparalleled genius and realization.

6.) Don't get me wrong, Desperate Housewives is an ok show, but why do so many news/talk shows feel it necessary to spend time rehashing each week's episode as if life depended on it? It's hyperbolic fiction! It's irrelevant as a news topic... and Grey's Anatomy is a better show.

7.) Goat cheese crumbled into Belgian Waffle batter, then baked (in a Belgian Waffle-maker) is pretty good! I'd like to try it again sometime with a little more cheese.

8.) I have a recent problem of leaving my cell phone in my car. It makes people mad. It makes me happy.

9.) 2001: A Space Odyssey - an explanation.

FYI Friday (on Monday...)

2005-10-24T13:27:00.000-05:00

I had a busy weekend, so my FYI Friday post is coming to you today.

FYI: I got me a new pair o' specs!

Just thought you oughtta know.

The Edge

2005-10-19T09:54:00.000-05:00

Last night I was invited to dine at a new Coralville restaurant called The Edge. Not only was the experience 80% unpleasant, but the web site intro. is 100% annoying!

Upon entering The Edge, I could see that a lot of money was poured into the building's aesthetic appeal. I liked the wall sconces in the lounge and the "Thumbs-Up" statue near the restrooms. However, The Edge also features visually appealing tableware that isn't big enough for the food. Form over function. That's a big no-no for me. The salad greens would not stay on the shallow square plates regardless of attempts to the contrary.

But that's all trivial in comparison to the food - the primary reason we dine-out: it was bland and over-priced. Period. Nary a redeeming quality.

Good things about The Edge: courteous staff, aesthetically pleasing (staff and ambiance), draught Guinness, nice lighting, cool sinks in the restrooms (but no locks on stall doors - they kept swinging open), a separate sports bar with seven 55-inch plasma screen TVs and two rear-projection TVs, and - most importantly - the wicked-awesome "Thumbs-Up" statue I previously mentioned.

Overall, it's a "1.5" on a scale of 1 to 5. Don't go unless you've got a hankerin' for a good beer in a plush sports bar.

I Don't Know All the Answers... (and I never will)

2005-10-18T16:28:00.000-05:00

(I'll probably jump all over the place with this topic...)

I was listening to an encore presentation of "To the Point" on NPR today. A Harvard Bio prof. and a woman of some sort of significance were discussing the holes in Darwin's theory of evolution. Both were on the side of "science". Neither wanted to mash together "natural explanation" and "unnatural explanation". The guests agreed, "[natural and unnatural explanation] are two separate realms that cannot co-exist." I don't necessarily agree, but I'll get to that later.

A man called in and, with a strong southern accent, inquired about the origin of the first cell; the cell from which all life emerged. And before that cell, there was matter; and from what did that matter emerge? Actually, now that I think about it, one of the speakers either wrote, or quoted work from, a book/essay... the title loosely recollected as "From the Wing of the Dragonfly to the Human Eye." But I digress. Anyway, the caller simply stated, "Unless there's a beginning, I just don't understand." The Harvard prof. smugly responded with the question, "Of course we don't understand. Neither of us have studied molecular biology. Have we?" In other words, the prof. didn't have any sort of answer for that question. At least, he didn't have an answer he wanted to share publicly.

Both guests agreed that science, in and of itself, is not a perfect science. The woman joked that if we put our faith in science as something that's absolute and factual, we should be leery of riding an elevator, "because there's a lot we don't understand about gravitational principles." They loosely defined science - no, natural science - as a means of explaining and cataloguing observed datum and testable occurrences.

Okay, so as I'm writing this I am frustrated by my lack of direction on this topic. It's bigger than me... and I can't do it justice. I'll go back to my thought from paragraph 1. Primarily, I think that both natural and unnatural explanations require much faith. And let's just call this debate what it is, Big Bang vs. Creation. Evolution within a species is observable and virtually unquestioned in and out of dogmatic boundaries (tho inter-species evolution, for which there has never been proof, is undoubtedly questioned), and that's is why I'm commenting on the Beginning: Big Bang vs. Creation.

My point is that it takes just as much faith to believe in a Creator as it does to believe that something came from nothing (because that contradicts everything we've ever learned from and about the study of natural science). A friend once asked, "Why does there have to be a beginning?" I'm stumped... sort of.

To believe in a Creator is to believe that the Creator is eternal* - it's supernatural. But to believe that matter is eternal is also supernatural, because it violates natural science.

Back to the Harvard prof. It is my opinion that the Harvard prof. could not, in a way consistent with the laws of natural science, declare the origin of matter as being anything other than supernatural. He thusly avoided the question posed by our red-necked caller as a means to side-step the matter of supernatural faith. The question was henceforth dropped. What a shame.

*Is the human brain capable of comprehending eternity? My brain can't do it.

...and Poo Means I Love Yoo

2005-10-14T20:21:00.000-05:00

I took my position as proxy day-care provider for a trio of 3-year old boys today. One boy - we'll call him Slick - left me with a funny story to share.

Slick was lying on the floor watching an educational PBS show while I sat on the couch and enjoyed the start of a new book ("Everything is Illuminated", Jonathan Safran Foer). The other boys were giggling about the new color names on crayons (e.g. fuzzy wuzzy brown). I paused to sip my diet cola and asked Slick if he thought Mary - the regular sitter - was the coolest babysitter ever. He said, "No. You are." I thanked him awkwardly and resumed my reading, Slick staring at me with murky intent.

"I think you're smart. And I think you're pretty," Slick blinked. I gave him a "thumbs-up", having lacked a more appropriate response.

An hour later Slick told me he had to go potty... #2, no doubt. He yelled out from the bathroom for me and told me he didn't know how to wipe his rear. I unrolled a generous wad of TP, shoved it in his tiny fist and suggested that he give it a go. He said he couldn't. He said his arms were too short. He said it itched. I felt sorry for the kid - I didn't want him to suffer a chafed bottom.

We fumbled through the awkwardness of executing the task: "Does Mary have you get off the toilet first, or do you just bend over and have Mary reach under?" He answered with deceptive confusion, "I don't know," so I tipped the guy over and removed any unwanted residue, washed my hands and sent the boys off to prepare for lunch.

Mary arrived and I dished the morning dirt, including Slick's inability to cleanse down-under. That's when I learned he'd been wiping regularly and without fail for over a year! Mary questioned the little rascal, who reactively hid his flushed and grinning face under a blanket. The little dickens tricked me! A three-year old! He knew precisely what he was doing.

How do little kids learn these things?

FYI Friday

2005-10-14T09:09:00.000-05:00

FYI: This is a Squibbit. It is a mutant species that exists due the rare occasions when God allows rabbits and squirrels to breed (because, you know... there just aren't enough of the little varmints). Okay, none of the above is factual, but the little freaks exist. Oh yes. Yes they do. A squibbit is a squirrel that possesses some rabbit traits.

Notice the squibbit's short, cotton-tail and the way it looks like a squirrel yet hops like a rabbit (highlighted).

As a side note, Becky's property is home to the Squabbit (a rabbit that possesses some squirrel traits: i.e. long bushy tail and short triangular ears). We have yet to capture photo evidence of the elusive beast, but we hope to share our findings with you in the near future.

Just thought you oughtta know.

The Mom Trumps the Lunchlady

2005-10-11T12:36:00.000-05:00

I was volunteering at Maddie's school today and accepted Maddie's invitation to join her for lunch. Her classmate, Peter, and I were quietly enjoying a conversation about Lebanese cuisine when the lunchlady got on the microphone and announced that our table was to be punished for poor behavior.

Red faced and pissed off, she shouted that lunch was not a time for conversation. That we should eat quietly and respect others in the cafeteria. Good honk, lady! We had corn today, where'd ya put the cobs???

The kids dropped their trays at the dirty tray counter and had to miss 5 minutes of recess with their heads down on the table. Undaunted by the possible repercussions of a lunchlady scorned, I began to bid farewell to Maddie - with half a notion to excuse her from this undue punishment. The lady walked over and asked me to please respect that the class was in "time out". I smiled and said, "My daughter was polite and respectful throughout lunch. I would appreciate that you not interrupt my time with her. Thanks."

I think I probably could have excused Maddie to recess regardless of the rules... and it really would have ticked off the lunchlady! But, alas, I had a meeting to attend.

Next time... next time...

BrewNost, Numblips!

2005-10-07T22:01:00.000-05:00

"Welcome to BrewNost! An international beer tasting along the mighty Cedar River. Presented by Wells Fargo in partnership with John's Grocery to benefit the National Czech and Slovak Museum and Library. October 7, 2005."

I only tried 7 beers tonight... yet I'm having a very hard time typing. My lips are numb. Here is a list of my samples for the evening (rated on a star system 1 [*] through 4 [****]):
1. Herold Pivovar; Bohemian Black Lager - Dark brown to black, dense cream head, oily richness. Flavors reminiscent of bittersweet chocolate, with some sappy bitterness and a long, dry smoky finish. *** (Czech and Slovak Republics)
2. St Bernardus, Brouwerij; St. Bernardus ABT 12 - A deep caramel abbey ale, smooth, creamy and full bodied with big richness of texture that has a lingering mouthfeel and is very assertive, like a warming coconut brandy. ** (Belgium)
3. Dupont Brasserie; Saison Dupont - A classic Belgian farmhouse ale, a beautifully balanced, complex beer with refreshing fruitiness and long, dry finish. It is bottled unfiltered so it may be cloudy or have a slight sediment, but this is normal and perfectly natural. *** (Belgium)
4. Heller Brau - Trum K.G.; Schlenkerla Rauchbier UrBock - An unusual brew made entirely from smoked malt. This method imparts a strong smoked peaty dryness that creates the perfect accompaniment to rich German dishes. This beer is brewed each autumn for the Urbock-celebration at the Schlenkerla tavern in Bamberg. **** (Germany)
5. Harvery's & Son LTD.; A. Le Coq Imperial Extra Double Stout - Originally made by a Belgian, the brewer moved to England and started exporting his heavy stout to Imperial Russia, where it gained popularity with the Czar and the Imperial Court. Soon Russia became England's greatest market for beer. In the early twentieth century, high tariffs forced the brewery to move to modern day Estonia. Five years later, the Bolsheviks arrived and shut down the brewery. Fortunately, the recipe survived and now this "Baltic Porter" or Imperial Stout can be enjoyed once again. This nectar is a huge complex beer with deep roasty chocolate notes, which can be served with ice cream for an Imperial Float - try one! * (England) Note: I thought this tasted like a dry, effervescent, port wine.
6. Coopers Brewing LTD.; Pale Ale - Naturally fermented in the 'Burton-on-Trent' style, it also features a fine, cloudy residue which can be stirred through the beer by tipping the bottle before drinking. **** (Australia)
7. Schild Brau Amber - Millstream's most popular beer, this easy drinking German Marzen style beer is the best of all beer worlds. Caramel roasted malt is carefully balanced by German Hallertau finishing hops. *** (Iowa, USA)

Then - a la popular sit-com blunder - I bid on a silent auction item as a means to up the price. Of course, I ended up winning the prize at the end of the night. I won 2 tickets to see Tomas Kubinek - Certified Lunatic & Master of the Impossible: "between the unbelievably bad magic tricks, the chicken clucking, water-burbling, the hair standing on end, missing finger tricks, and absurd acrobatics, Kubinek deserves the title "Certified Lunatic." He also deserved the reaction from those members of the audience, who, had they not been so busy rolling around on the floor like mirthful marbles, would have applauded even louder and longer." Above-left is the print displayed with the bid sheet.

FYI Friday

2005-10-07T10:08:00.000-05:00

FYI: I took this photo at the WWII Memorial in D.C. The wall contains 4,000 stars, each representing roughly 100 casualties. The memorial is a magnificent tribute to those who served.

Just thought you oughtta know.

Operation Eden

2005-10-06T10:30:00.000-05:00

I found this blogspot last week and I'm just now getting around to posting... as I see the site has actually made it to the Blogger.com "Blogs of Note" list.

"Operation Eden:
A personal chronicle of what hurricane Katrina has done to my poor proud people."

Clayton James Cubitt, a young New York photographer, depicts the humanity of post-Katrina New Orleans with photos and memories. I was moved by the photos. To the left is his mother... his pride. She wears a bandage on her nose.

"In 100 degree heat she sat there, and I watched as what was left of her dignity and pride slowly drained out of her. I could see it happen, right as she apologized to the doctor for having unshaven legs, but we haven't had running water this whole time, so I feel bad you have to touch them. The doctor was charming and said nonsense don't apologize, but it was too late, and Katrina and the 100 degree heat evaporated my mom's reserve of dignity and all I could do was watch, because dignity drains much faster than you can fill it back up."

Charges: Arson & Kidnapping

2005-10-05T21:44:00.000-05:00

Charge: Arson

So... a fire started on Becky's front porch tonight while the kids were plugging away at their Bible verses in church. Becky and I were actually watching "So You Think You Can Dance" and noticed the yummy autumnesque aroma of something burning. I assumed the delicious smoky smell was coming from Becky's incense and she assumed it was coming from the back-yard of her certifiably insane neighbor. Neither was the case. We opened the porch door to find an antique can with its contents ablaze. Using our keen senses of logic, we got the can out into the rain and kept the fire from spreading. I thought Becky was going to have a heart attack... that would have been bad. Very, very bad. Worse than a fire, in fact.

Charge: Kidnapping

I wrapped up my duties as temporary firefighter and headed to church to pick up the kids. Tonight I was to pick up three kids and deposit them safely to their three respective homes (mine included). I got Maddie first, then headed into Logan's classroom to excuse him for the night. Unfortunately, I am not Logan's mother and the leaders apparently don't want non-parental figures extracting children at random. I think it's a wonderful idea! However, Logan's mother asked me to bring Logan home tonight - it was a last-minute decision. The class leader first asked my name and then asked Logan to verify my name. I thought that was a little asinine considering Logan just heard me offer my name to the leader. The leader then asked Logan if he recognized me. Shouldn't that question have preceded the first two questions? At any rate, we went through a poorly devised song and dance to determine that I was, in fact, LeAnn: child chauffeur, and not LeAnn: hardened criminal - kidnapper of churchgoers. Logan's mom will have to bring a note next week... which will be hard to do if she's not there.

I have a meeting with Mr. Bubbles and a Pinot Noir. Adieu!

Birthday Suit Accessories: Granny-Style

2005-10-04T09:40:00.000-05:00

I celebrated my birthday on Saturday with several activities of developmental, cultural, genetic and physiological significance.

I started the day by coaching Mook's soccer game. We lost 0-4... and totally deserved it. At half-time I took the opportunity to remind the defenders and keeper to block the opposing team's angles. I told the forwards to maintain their positions and communicate so as to maximize their passing efficiency and increase the chance of scoring. Then I remembered they're only 6 and 7 years old. They have no idea what I'm talking about. I cut myself off and asked with a smile, "You ladies have no idea what I'm saying, do you?" Several parents chuckled and I ended with a giant, "Go out, do your best, and have a great time." I learned an important lesson Saturday morning. Side note: the girls surprised me at practice last night with a giant soccer ball balloon and a birthday card. They're the sweetest, most tenacious kids I know.

Mike and I went to the Amanas for Oktoberfest around noon. We were lucky to find a parking spot right away and walked mainstreet to scout the unique weekend events. Mike took pity on a lone accordion player - probably the only street musician who was playing authentic German tunes - because nobody was listening to him. The crowds gathered where little bands played songs like There's a Tear in My Beer. We made it down to the dining tent outside the Festhalle Barn where the locally brewed Millstream beer was served in mugs by the litre. The October air was hot, so Mike and I purchased our brats (he had kraut, I didn't) and took shelter under the shade of a couple oom-pah bands in the barn. After chatting for a while, observing that we were at least 25 years younger than most attendees in the barn, we decided to hit the wineries for free samples. I think we hit about 5 or 6 wineries, all of which primarily produce uber-sweet dessert wines. Mike settled on a cranberry wine, but I didn't like any of the wines enough to purchase a bottle. As far as local wine cellars go, I prefer Galena Cellars, because they have a nice variety of wines that range from dry to sweet. They offer six generously poured samples for a $2.00 fee.

Mike and I headed back early to Cedar Rapids because it was hot and Oktoberfest was not geared toward our generation. I took Mike on a mini tour of historical southeast Cedar Rapids, then we landed at Jim's Starlite Room, a hole-in-the-wall with fantastic bar food. Several friends showed up in time to power up the big screen and catch the last quarter-plus of the ISU/Nebraska game. I usually don't like receiving gifts on my birtday because I usually get stuff I don't need - yeah, I'm a brat that way - however, this turned out to be a jackpot year. Mike surprised me with a poorly wrapped copy of a book called "The Life of Pi" (I could see through the wrapping paper... it made me smile). A couple friends noticed that I was lacking in the accessory department and took care of the deficiencies, and my bio-mom came through with her thoughtful fragrance-themed gifts to which I look forward every year. Mike was a trooper. He withstood meeting the family and friends with outstanding dignity; they were impressed with his kindness and sincerity. And though we aren't technically a "couple", it's just one less hurdle to jump as we forge ahead.

Mike, Matt (my bro), several friends, and I opted to move the party to Westdale Bowl for extreme bowling: blacklights, lasers, sweet tunes, beer and fog machines. We played 3 games, and I somehow earned the nickname "Sweaty Pants." Sucks to be me... or my pants. My highest score was 99... I am a terrible bowler. I took bowling class in high school, for Pete's sake. I should at least hit 100, but no... I couldn't even come through with that 1 extra point. I hit my only strike of the night when I stood backwards and pushed the ball through my legs granny-style.

Like this, but backwards.

Good times...

Happy Birthday to ME!

2005-10-03T09:13:00.000-05:00

Put on your favorite party pants...

Today's my birthday!

Here are some folks of note who share my birthday:
India Arie (30)
Neve Campbell (32)
Gwen Stefani (36)
Tommy Lee (43)
Stevie Ray Vaughan (51)
Lindsey Buckingham (56)
Chubby Checker (64)
Gore Vidal (80)

More importantly, Germany formally reunified on my birthday in 1990.

For more on the greatness of October 3, see This Day in History at historychannel.com.

FYI Friday

2005-09-30T13:00:00.000-05:00

FYI:
This is a bark-beast.

Just thought you oughtta know.

Confessions of Faith

2005-09-28T11:26:00.000-05:00

"This is Not a Pipe"

Rene Magritte is one of my favorite artists because he paints not only his interpretation of the subject matter, but also the matter behind the subject matter. He was quoted as saying, "Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see."

In the illustration of the pipe above, Magritte textually adds, "This is not a pipe." It is not - in fact - a pipe, but merely a painting of a pipe. It is not tangible as a pipe would be. One cannot pick it up and smoke it as a pipe is intended.

I happened upon a site this morning and noticed that the author used the 'Pipe' illustration in an attempt to define spirituality and truth:

"Beliefs are not Reality. It's essential to remember that all of these ideas are metaphors. Doctrines, words, concepts, thoughts and pictures all translate, emphasize, reflect, and otherwise point to reality. But no description of reality is the reality it describes. Words and pictures, ideas and doctrines, are not the things they point to. They are distorted indicators, utterly different in kind from what they point to. You can describe a tree in your backyard to me all day long, but until I touch it with my own hands, I can't feel its bark. If description can't communicate the tree-ness of a tree, how much less can words communicate God!

...

"Awakening is the transition from "religion" with its firm answers, perspectives, and experiences, to realization, the awareness of what IS. Even more important is “Real-ization,” the embodiment of that awareness."

The above text refers to, I gather, the basic "belief"-structure of Christian Mysticism. Honestly, I don't know anything about Christian Mysticism - maybe it's like Kaballah to Judaism - so I'll choose to remain skeptical until I can read up on it a bit. Regardless, the author makes some good points on the exemplifications of faith.

Becky's mom has a plaque with the following quote hanging in her first-floor powder room. I'd read it often as a kid, having consumed copious amounts of grape juice:

"I was regretting the past, and fearing the future, when suddenly my Lord was speaking. ‘My name is I Am.’ I waited, He continued, ‘When you live in the past with its mistakes and regrets, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Was. When you live in the future, with its problems and fears, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Will Be. When you live in the moment, it is not hard. I am here. My name is I Am. I Am.'"
-Helen Mallicoat

I trust, without doubt, that the Lord is real. Although the concept of God is not tangible, He is tangible because He is. I've never had a problem with putting my faith in God. Perhaps having such doubtless faith prevents me from understanding the antithesis, those who doubt. Since I do not seem to possess the capability to comprehend a Godless reality, I cannot efficiently communicate to inquisitive doubters why or how I choose to assert 100% trust is God's is-ness. But then I think of Magritte, and the author of the aforementioned site, and I agree that "no description of reality is the reality it describes."

It's Time to Get Hard On Porn

2005-09-28T11:20:00.000-05:00

According to the Washington Post, "The FBI is joining the Bush administration's War on Porn. And it's looking for a few good agents."

In response to the search for "a few good agents," Fark.com initiated a PhotoShop contest for a logo or poster promoting the change. I thought this one was especially good:

Closer Than Zero

2005-09-27T22:16:00.000-05:00

I had a strange conversation tonight with Maddie and my dad. Basically, I was telling dad about how I couldn't believe Shawn would be turning thirty this November and I realized that, no matter Shawn's age, I'm only two years behind.

So, I sneered, "I'm closer to 50 than I am to zero."

Dad shook his head and answered, "I'm closer to 100 then I am to zero."

Maddie, of course, is closer to 11 than she is to zero.

Check it Owwwt:

2005-09-25T20:01:00.000-05:00

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in 30 seconds.
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An Introduction

2005-09-25T19:07:00.000-05:00

Jim Foxwell and John Cairns have been a part of my life for several years and I am a better person for knowing them. As a matter of fact, the neighborhood is better because of this dynamic duo. It's a long wonderful story, but I don't have time to go in to it right now. Regardless, an introduction is long overdue!

Clockwise from upper right are Tyrone Naramore, Andrew Gourlay, Jim Foxwell and John Cairns. Tyrone and Andrew are visiting Iowa from California and London, respectively. The Scottish flag hangs because Andrew's father is from Scotland... and he couldn't find a Union Jack.

I had the opportunity to briefly speak with Andrew before he headed out to catch a flight home, and he wanted me to note that he expresses deepest appreciation for the hospitality he received while in Iowa during the past week. Prior to visiting Iowa, Andrew imagined that it would look like a scene from "Little House on the Prairie". He was satisfied to find that Iowa was a land rich in rolling landscapes and fine cities... and not just a hut in a flat field of wheat.

Andrew & Tyrone, it was a pleasure to meet you if only for a moment. Jim and John, rock on!

Let's Discuss...

2005-09-25T12:05:00.000-05:00

I was at Becky's house the other day and we read this quote on the television ticker (CNN, I think it was):

"One cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war." - Albert Einstein

The quote was shown in reference to the issues surrounding Sheehan, et al. You know, the "drop the nukes, stick a daisy in your hair, hold hands and live happily ever after" frame of mind.

...If only it was that simple. Becky came up with a great alliteration: cancer & chemo. If the body has cancer, chemo will simultaneously kill the cancer and destroy other healthy parts of the body. Without chemo, the body would probably die faster than letting the cancer take its course. So it's the lesser of two evils. Ideally, we'd have no cancer, thus negating our need for chemo and all its downfalls. Unfortunately, bodies get cancer. What's more, healthy bodies get cancer.

I don't really know anything about the strategies involved with warfare, but I really dig this whole freedom thing. My government may not be able to prevent natural disasters, but they work damn hard to maintain my freedom... and I don't think I'd feel as secure if those who work to ensure our freedom should suddenly stand down for the sake of peace. It just isn't that simple.

An Exercise in Hilarity

2005-09-22T20:05:00.000-05:00

From an irate customer (click for the entire letter):

"Dear Cretins...

"...I have made 9 calls on my mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully transferred to a variety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems also highly skilled bollock jugglers...
"...it's far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustrations in print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me, therefore, if I continue...

"I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my cats litter tray, as an expression of my utter and complete contempt for both you and your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not become desiccated during transit - they were satisfyingly moist at the time of posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did not experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture...

"Have a nice day - may it be the last in your miserable short life, you irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of twats."

Brilliant!

Trends: Decor

2005-09-21T13:42:00.000-05:00

Mike and I visited Davenport last Saturday and enjoyed an afternoon at the Figge Art Museum, followed by a lovely dinner at Centro. While we were chatting over our 4-cheese soup, I asked Mike his opinion on the "next big thing" in interior design (expertise: he holds a Master's Degree in Art History from the University of Kansas). Design trends seem to be emerging from the vintage Art Deco/Pop Art scene as seen at left (e.g. Mauzan), but I have no clue where they're going next.

Mike suggested Art Nouveau may be on tap, and maybe he's right. I received an invitation to "BrewNost", an internat'l beer tasting fundraiser, and it looks strikingly similar (read: ripped off) to a work by Nouveau's own spokes-painter, Alphonse Mucha (left). However, I think art nouveau may have been somewhat included with the recent popularity of vintage pop art.

I've noticed a trend that leans toward a combination of minimalism and abstract expressionism. It's a very Ikea world right now. You may have noticed a simialr theme in iPod & Target ads. As a matter of fact, Target contracts design work from Karim Rashid. It's a bit mod, but mod tends to be minimal and expressive. Whatever... I like it.

LOST: Season 2 Premiere

2005-09-21T10:40:00.000-05:00

I don't watch television shows with any sort of commitment or regularity... except Emmy Award winning LOST.

Tonight is the premiere for season 2 and I am freakin' excited! Pop the popcorn and break out the Guinness, because tonight is the night that reveals... well, probably very little. That's LOST for ya! I'm continually on the edge of my seat searching for parallels between the characters and their supposed philosophical counterparts, or trying to decipher the mysteries of LOST's enigmatic island in the South Pacific. It's the most intellectually interactive storyline I've encountered.

Thanks to those who turned me on to this show mid-way through the first season ( and thank goodness for re-runs!): Kate & Scott S., Nana G., Rachel S, and Kerri M.

The Baker's Dozen

2005-09-19T00:21:00.000-05:00

Your life may be more complete upon aurally consuming one or more of the following tunes:
(in no particular order)

The Time We Lost Our Way, Thievery Corporation
New Energy, Gram Rabbit
Soft As Snow (But Warm Inside), My Bloody Valentine
Golden Brown, The Stranglers
Somersault, Zero 7
Easy Muffin, Amon Tobin
Cherry Blossom Girl, Air
Omission, John Frusciante
Space, The Beta Band
Hoist That Rag, Tom Waits
Not For All the Love in the World, The Thrills
Golden Touch, Razorlight
Dominique, Gus Gus

Class Project: Part 2

2005-09-19T00:07:00.000-05:00

Maddie sends an enormous "THANKS!" to everyone who helped with her Star Student poster. She exhausted herself by choosing a color scheme, cutting numerous circles, deciding on appropriate imagery to best convey her "favorite things", and creating a meticulous layout.

She is now sleeping quite soundly.

Class Project

2005-09-15T12:00:00.000-05:00

I mentioned in an earlier posting that Maddie has been selected by her teacher as the first Star Student of the year. Mrs. Meier sent home a poster board and asked that we cover it with bits of relevant "All About Me" information.

After talking about the project, Maddie and I decided we want to make it unique... cutting out the basic, "This is me at Disney World. This is me banging a drum. This is me with a gaping head-wound. This is me giving a high-five to John Corbett of tv's Northern Exposure."

What I'd like from those of you who know Madeleine - in any capacity - is to send a quick note or write a comment regarding who Maddie is to YOU, then we'll include those comments as part of her project.

Trivial Causes of Excitement: Part 1

2005-09-15T10:46:00.000-05:00

Do you ever look at your odometer and get excited when the mileage hits a really cool number? Probably not...
But I was excited enough to whip out the camera when my car hit 23456. Stay tuned for 33333!

Job Security: The Oral Health Industry

2005-09-15T09:59:00.000-05:00

I have a theory about dentists... and it's not a popular theory:
We've all heard the phrase "job security", and I think those in the dental industry adhere to this philosophy as much as those in any other trade.

I visit my dentist only once every 5 years... because I don't want them messing with perfection. I've never had a cavity, so I'm going with what works for me. When I DO make it to an appointment, the dentist and hygienist both rave about the spectacular condition of my teeth and gums: "You obviously floss twice daily and brush no less than three times a day. Well done!" When in fact, I rarely floss and brush only twice a day... with a normal toothbrush (none of that fancy stuff).

My secret: Trident chewing gum. It rids the pearlies of any afternoon fuzz and offers sweet freshness to anyone with a hankerin' for some oral activity (e.g. talking, kissing, breathing...). That, and I don't have dentists scraping away at my enamel every 6 months. Like I said, job security.

Note: My theory does not apply to orthodontists. The buck stops here!

Random thoughts...

2005-09-12T19:56:00.000-05:00

The layout of this blog is very bad. Maybe I'll fix it someday (check).
Maddie is her classroom's first "Star Student" of the year - of course.
Maddie's soccer team, "FUSION", won the first soccer game of the year against the much bigger girls of the "Clash". The score was 4-2.
I now chair the "Art Presenter" committee for the PTA at Maddie's school. I am such a mom.
My 28th birthday is coming up soon... what to do... what to do...???

Is this a little overboard?

2005-08-24T20:15:00.000-05:00

I come to you once again with my annual "Maddie's First Day of School" photo* and information extravaganza. You'll have to endure at least 11 more of these after today...but I'm aiming for 19. I'm sure Maddie will earn a PhD in quantum physics or something of the like. However, she assures me that her primary goal is to become President of the United States at some point. Does the presidency require an advanced degree??? Regardless, today is just a stepping stone in her path toward greatness - the FIRST day of FIRST GRADE!!!

In addition to her scholastic achievements, Maddie is testing the waters of physiological superiority based on stamina and endurance as she embarks on her first season of soccer... with me as her coach! Our name: the Fusion. Our motto: No Mercy! (Just kidding, of course.) These 1st and 2nd grade girls are respectful, obedient, ruthless, ambitious, fearless and wonderful! In addition, she has just completed a summer of softball and will once again join the trials and tribulations associated with gymnastics when soccer ends this fall.

*I won't post the photos, so let me know if you'd like to see them and I'll send them via email.

The Million Dollar Question - Literally

2005-08-03T19:53:00.000-05:00

What do I want to be when I grow up?

I don't know... right now I'm thinking I'd like to be a high school humanities teacher. Does anyone know what it'd take for someone with a B.A. to get a teaching certificate for the HS level???

Skeletons, Ghosts and Other Creepy Stuff - En Masse.

2005-07-10T23:27:00.000-05:00

Skeletons: My past decisions are coming back to haunt me in nearly every facet of life. I'm fully aware that some decisions I make are wrong, but I make those decisions despite my instincts. It's common. We all do it. But, man... the consequences are all coming back in one lump sum!

Ghosts: People from my past (um... maybe romantic interests from my past would be more accurate) are coming back to haunt me. I don't mind at all, but it's all happening at once. I don't know why they're back. What is it about me that attracts men, immediately drives them away, instills in them our "relationship" (or whatever) as an entity worthy of remembrance, then brings them back for an incomprehensive "LeAnn" experience (platonic)??? What purpose does it serve? But like I said before, I don't mind. It's just atypical.

platonic
adj 1: of or relating to or characteristic of Plato or his philosophy; "Platonic dialogues" 2: free from physical desire; "platonic love"
Word History: Plato did not invent the term or the concept that bears his name, but he did see sexual desire as the germ for higher loves. Marsilio Ficino, a renaissance follower of Plato, used the terms amor socraticus and amor platonicus interchangeably for a love between two humans that was preparatory for the love of God. From Ficino's usage, Platonic (already present in English as an adjective to describe what related to Plato and first recorded in 1533) came to be used for a spiritual love between persons of opposite sexes. In our own century Platonic has been used of relationships between members of the same sex. Though the concept is an elevated one, the term has perhaps more often been applied in ways that led Samuel Richardson to have one of his characters in Pamela say, “I am convinced, and always was, that Platonic love is Platonic nonsense.”

Other Creepy Stuff: Still can't find a job, bills are mounting, and desperation waves its ugly finger in my direction. I am actually considering applying for a job in the service industry if I can't find anything soon.
When it rains it pours, eh?

Perception

2005-04-20T14:27:00.000-05:00

I grew up in a bungalow across the street from a little park with very old oaks and no playground. I remember playing in our lawn when I was about 5 years old and thought to myself, "That park is so big. I wonder what the other side of it looks like..." My parents would allow me to roam across the street to the park at that young age, but I was never allowed to venture beyond the "three oaks" in the center. And I didn't. Besides, it seemed so far away.

Skip forward to 6th grade. Same house. Same park. The three oaks rule had been lifted for quite some time (I don't know if it was lifted as much as it had just been a non-issue for years). I was standing on our front porch and all of a sudden the park, as it had been, became a memory and before me sat a new park... but it was the same. It wasn't a gradual realization, but more of an instant "whoa" moment. It looked different. It looked smaller. The far end of the park was no longer an adventure. I'd been there and back several times and, perhaps, took for granted that it had been an adventure only a few years back. "That was weird."

Skip forward 10 years - my daughter is one year old. Several neighbors have come and gone with the years, and some of the neighborhood newbies request that the city install a small playground at the park to make it more user-friendly. I take Maddie to the park daily to swing, climb and meet little friends. Suddenly, I stand back and realize that I'm just beyond the three oaks. I close my eyes for a moment and am aware of a change. The park looks different. I recollect the memory from when I was 5 years old and a chill goes down my spine. "What just happened? This park was different five minutes ago." But I understand that I am changing, growing older, broadening the extent of my travels... and the park grows smaller as I grow older.

Skip to now. I had't had one of those moments in five years... until last night. I wanted to treat Maddie to dinner and an IMAX film (Robots - good flick) downtown. As we were eating dinner at Muddy Water's, I looked out the window and felt the "feeling" again. This time about my perception of downtown. It was different. It is different. Now, I think I can only describe the feeling as, "Oh crap. I just grew up again."

Pope Benedict XVI

2005-04-19T14:43:00.000-05:00

Everyone and their mother is blogging about the election of the new Pope this afternoon. Although I'm not a Catholic, I must say that I was giddy this morning... anticipating the white smoke and church bells from Vatican City. What's more, I literally fell off my chair cheering as NBC live streaming coverage via the internet revealed that the world's new Pope was none other than Cardinal Ratzinger. Woo Hoo!

Why? Well, this protestant was quite excited when the Cardinal-come-Pope deliverd the following message in a homily delivered yesterday:

“Having a clear faith, based on the creed of the church, is often labeled
today as a fundamentalism,” he said Monday. “Whereas relativism, which is
letting oneself be tossed and ’swept along by every wind of teaching,’ looks
like the only attitude acceptable to today’s standards.”

“We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one’s own ego and one’s own desires,” he warned.

#1 - 'P' Day

2005-03-17T10:06:00.000-06:00

You can take the title of this post literally or figuratively...
Either way, it's hard to type with two fists full of Guinness!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

#2

2005-03-16T12:08:00.000-06:00

Saint Patrick
Saint Patrick, known as the Apostle of Ireland, was a high-ranking Christian clergyman. His legendary use of the shamrock as an illustration of the Trinity led to its adoption as Ireland's national symbol.

You also may have heard that he drove the snakes out of Ireland as a symbol of goodwill and truth. The truth is that there never had been snakes in Ireland. It's a good story anyway.

#3

2005-03-15T12:18:00.000-06:00

Ireland
Ireland was Christianized by Saint Patrick in the 5th century. He and his successors founded churches and monasteries that became centers of Christian art and refinement. Saint Patrick's Day is the most important national holiday in Ireland.

Saint Patrick's Day is the most important day in the household of LeAnn Waite (who just happens to be more Scottish/English than Irish. Oh, well.)!

#4

2005-03-14T10:19:00.000-06:00

Feast Day
Saint Patrick's Day, March 17, is the traditional feast day of Ireland's patron saint. In the United States, Saint Patrick's Day has evolved into a celebration of Irish American heritage. Many Irish American communities hold parades, with celebrants dressed in green to symbolize the lush Irish landscape. Some people take it a bit further and dye their hair and food green, and some communities (such as Chicago) go so far as to pour green dye into rivers, lakes, and other bodies of water.

If you want to find me on St. Patrick's Day, go to Chicago and there I'll be with a smile on my face.

#5

2005-03-11T16:20:00.000-06:00

Shamrocks
Shamrocks have been considered good-luck symbols by the Irish since early times, and shamrocks or various representations of the plant are frequently worn on Saint Patrick's Day. The hop clover is widely accepted as the original shamrock picked by Saint Patrick. The name shamrock comes from the Irish Seamrog, which means "little clover."

#6

2005-03-10T16:20:00.000-06:00

Leprechauns
In Irish folklore, leprechauns (Old Irish for "small bodies") are mischievous little old men. These elves, who work as cobblers, are believed to know where gold is hidden.

I'd say my friend Terry is a leprechaun (so would you if you saw him), but I'm sure he doesn't have a clue as to where the gold is hidden!

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

2005-03-09T16:20:00.000-06:00

I love St. Patrick's Day. It's my favorite holiday. Guinness... Bagpipes... Kilts... Need I say more?

In honor of this joyous occasion, I'm including a St. Patty's Day countdown on my blog with seven days of relevant factoids and other yummy info. Good times...

#7: Rainbows

Does tracking down a leprechaun and his hidden pot of gold sound improbable at best? Many people believe that the leprechaun keeps his gold at the end of a rainbow. Have you ever seen the end of a rainbow? Interestingly, one of the definitions of rainbow is "a goal, hope, or ideal that is unlikely to be achieved or realized."

An unanswered question... 'til now

2005-03-09T14:31:00.000-06:00

Onionbrew = 'Onion' + 'Brew'

Onion = America's Finest News Source
Brew = Beer. Specifically, Guinness Draught. Mmmmm....

Two things that make me smile.

2 months later...

2005-02-23T16:17:00.000-06:00

I have good and bad things to report.

Good:

Maddie's 2nd conference was a success. She's reading 5 levels ahead of where she's supposed to be... by the end of the school-year. Essentially, she's reading at a mid 2nd grade level. She's in kindergarten and is starting to memorize her multiplication tables. I can't complain.
Maddie's dad has been parenting his daughter for the past month. Well, he has his moments (don't we all), but something has changed. He's not just visiting her, he's "parenting" her. She's happy, I'm happy, and her dad sure seems to be happy. Maybe this is the dawning of something good. Maybe.
I'm going to see Duran Duran one month from tonight. I'm ecstatic!
St. Pat's is just around the corner. I couldn't be happier. I'm going to the parade in Chicago on the 12th (annual tradition) and can't wait to break out the green duds... and suds.

Bad:

A friend from high school is in the hospital and is not expected to live through the day. He has a brain tumor. He and his long-time girlfriend decided to marry one-another this afternoon to make things final... before things are final. It's a day of perspective - where so many other things seem trivial. All the issues, politics, celebrity divorces... lost for a moment. I'm humbled.
I've been in contact with a lot of long-lost friends due to the above situation. I think it's a shame that Adam's impending death is the tie we share today. Will we keep in touch? I sincerely hope so.

The Most Gluttonous Time of the Year...

2004-12-29T23:53:00.000-06:00

...so, I wore a St. Patrick's Day T-shirt on the 25th.

Then the Tsunami came... and I felt bad for being bitter about the stereotypical way Christmas is celebrated these days. I guess, as long as I'm celebrating in a way that I feel is appropriate for me, I shouldn't care how other people celebrate.

Sometimes I need to be reminded that life doesn't revolve around me.

Thanksgiving - For The Fun Of It

2004-11-23T16:17:00.000-06:00

Recipe For Success:

"My turkeys always turn out perfectly. I find the key to family holiday success
is buying as much wine as you think you need, and then doubling it."-- Ann,
36, Miami, Ohio

Just for fun, try this little Thanksgiving Disaster Quiz.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Embryonic Stem Cell Research

2004-11-17T10:53:00.000-06:00

I don't agree with the use of embryos for stem cell research - which, incidentally, has not proven to be effective at all. Embryonic stem cell research is also ethically questionable, making it a hot topic of debate.

I DO agree with the use of adult stem cells in research - the research has proven effective in the treatment of over 45 diseases/conditions.

However, my point is that I don't want to hear anyone saying that GW Bush, or the current administration, has placed a "ban" on stem cell research. Not only is there not a ban, but stem cell research is performed on both adult cells and embryonic cells and federal money funds both .

Here's proof that the federal government funds embryonic stem cell research:

HHS
National Institutes of Health
National Institutes of
Health
Fellowships for Human Embryonic Stem Cell Research
Grant http://www.fedgrants.gov/Applicants/HHS/NIH/NIH/PA-05-013/listing.html

Here I Go Again... Picking on the Defenseless

2004-11-16T13:17:00.000-06:00

I was perusing the cyber-rags during a post-lunch break and came across an article about 80s hero Bob Geldof revamping the Band Aid hit "Do They Know it's Christmas?", which debuts Thursday on the BBC. Artists include such notables as Robbie Williams, Bono, and... Madonna.

"Twenty years ago I performed at Live Aid," Madonna says in the intro. "You
saw me and my generation demanding a change. Once again, here we are twenty
years later and more people die of hunger in Africa than war and AIDS put
together. In a world of plenty, it is hard to imagine that there are African
children going to bed tonight hungry. Bob Geldof and his friends are here to
remind you that none of us can forget. Not ever. Feed the world. I am
honored to introduce Band Aid 20."

Just last week MSN reported on Madonna's final book in her 5-part illustrated children's series - "Lotsa De Casha". It's about an Italian greyhound who has all the money in the world but no happiness - mirroring Mo's own revolation that "wealth is overrated".

Madonna makes a little more money than the average... human (despite having only been listed on Forbes' fancy list 3 times in the past eleven years).

If wealth is so overrated, Madonna, then shed your material girl status and live humbly so that you may feed an entire African nation. Is that so "hard to imagine"?

Side note: I'm not opposed to this project, but I wonder if the money earned will exceed the overhead costs. That's why I wonder if those who participate in these projects wouldn't be able to produce more food for the hungry if they independently took care of the problem.

Matthew James...

2004-11-12T13:01:00.000-06:00

Happy 25th Birthday little bro...
Uncle Matt...
Smarty-Pants...

I wrote some things about you last April regarding the positive impact you've had on so many peoples' lives - including mine.

Now, if there are any single women out there in the greater Chicago area looking for a man, Matt is the guy for you!

Single Christian male
Great smile
Athletic
Brilliant
Nice (no, really!)
Responsible
Sincere
The list goes on!

For more information, enter a comment below... (I crack me up!)

Issue of the Month: Homosexual Marriage?

2004-11-11T16:30:00.000-06:00

Earlier this week I posed a private query to a few friends and "intellectuals":

Give me a secular defense of traditional (heterosexual) marriage.

I've received a few comments, but I don't want to post until others have formulated their final thoughts. I hope to have everything posted by Thanksgiving.

Until then, I found this article while perusing IntellectualConservative.com.

Also, feel free to post a comment if you have an opinion from either side of the issue. Please keep the explanations logical and free of emotion, propaganda and other spin.

Something to chew on...

2004-11-09T13:30:00.000-06:00

I was reading MSN's Slate and came across an article titled "the Gay Marriage Myth" that makes an interesting point about the extent to which gay marriage played a part in President Bush's re-election:

"...the morality gap didn't decide the election. Voters who cited moral
issues as most important did give their votes overwhelmingly to Bush (80 percent
to 18 percent), and states where voters saw moral issues as important were more
likely to be red ones. But these differences were no greater in 2004 than in
2000. If you're trying to explain why the president's vote share in 2004 is
bigger than his vote share in 2000, values don't help.

"If the morality gap doesn't explain Bush's re-election, what does? A
good part of the answer lies in the terrorism gap. Nationally, 49 percent of
voters said they trusted Bush but not Kerry to handle terrorism; only 31 percent
trusted Kerry but not Bush. This 18-point gap is particularly significant in
that terrorism is strongly tied to vote choice: 99 percent of those who trusted
only Kerry on the issue voted for him, and 97 percent of those who trusted only
Bush voted for him. Terrorism was cited by 19 percent of voters as the most
important issue, and these citizens gave their votes to the president by an even
larger margin than morality voters: 86 percent for Bush, 14 percent for
Kerry."

That's interesting stuff, but I think it makes even more sense when we dissect the meaning of "moral values". The phrase is comprised of many issues - not just gay marriage - which makes the above argument even stronger. The exit polls didn't ask what the voters meant by "moral values". It's a long-shot, but maybe "moral values" primarily referred to Bush's stance on stem cell research, abortion or one of several other issues.

I wonder if anyone would be so kind as to list what they would consider "moral values".

The realization of "Normal"

2004-11-09T01:25:00.000-06:00

I attended my very first parent-teacher conference Monday afternoon. I don't know why, but I expected to go in, sit back, and ready myself to receive nothing but celestial praise in regard to my daughter's academic performance.

...didn't happen.

Instead, I was greeted with, "Madeleine is right on track. She's doing as well as can be expected in reading and seems to be excelling in math. Her social skills are finely tuned and I am not worried about her transition into higher levels of education."

Is that all? Where was, "Your child is beyond talented?" Shouldn't I be hearing, "Please talk to our counselor about getting Madeleine involved in the Excelled Learning Program?"

Why was I disappointed? Maybe it's because my friends hold Madeleine in such high regard. Friends like Randy, Jeff, Rachel, Jessica, and many more often label my child as precocious, incredible and genius.

However, it is the case that my daughter is (deep breath)... normal. After submerging myself in the landscape of my ordinary world, I realize that I am absolutely satisfied with normal. In fact, I rue having thought otherwise.

At any rate, the PE teacher came in to my conference, specifically, to laud Madeleine's performance in the gym, as a leader and participant. Wait... Madeleine? Well... I never assumed... are you sure... Maddie?

Phys Ed... Whodda thunk?

Turns out my kid is NOTHING like me! Good for her. I only hope I continue to parent in a way that encourages individuality and respect.

Separation of Church and State

2004-11-08T20:57:00.000-06:00

"Separation of church and state state" is a phrase that's possibly too often used without consideration for what it was really designed to protect.

The phrase originated as a means to 1.) eliminate the establishment of a national religion, and 2.) allow the people to practice any religion they choose. Check out http://www.expertlaw.com/library/attyarticles/first_amendment.html#C to check out the meaning of the phrase.

Dubya is a Protestant - that is his system of belief. You have your own system of belief. Your beliefs dictate your actions. Dubya's beliefs dictate his actions. Kerry believed one thing, but did the other - he didn't want to speak for the people. The people spoke - and voted for Bush.

The President is not forcing his beliefs down anyone's throat. He merely made his beliefs known. Props to the guy for staying true and not playing the popularity game.

So... I don't understand why the phrase "separation..." is being slung around so much with Bush when each president has had his own belief system. I mean, he's not telling us his religion is any better than the rest. He's not making us go to his church. He's not asking us to follow the doctrines of his church. He's not asking us to believe what he believes. It's just that his religion happens to encompass some universal moral values of which the interpretation may cause controversy.

The issues of abortion & abstinence education, for example, are really controversial. However, they are not merely issues pertaining to religion. Scientific evidence proves that life begins at conception. And ask the CDC how they feel about abstinence education. Ask Uganda's President Museveni what abstinence education has done to the prevalence of AIDS among his people - a nation that went from 30% incidence/yr to 5%. These aren't religious - they're scientifically collected data used to influence policy for the greater good.

Sometimes "moral values" work. They definitely don't hurt. I wonder if any of the 10 Commandments can be defined as oppressive, or depriving people of their basic human "rights"? I don't think so, but that's my opinion.

To go further on the issue of "hurt": If a woman isn't allowed the option of abortion, she is not "hurt" - and can terminate motherhood by adopting the baby out. But if she was allowed to abort, the baby would surely die. Death is not an ideal way to sustain life. Really, it's a matter of moments & inches that determines whether an act is abortion or murder. I cannot condone the option of abortion based on moments and inches.

Sex causes babies - it's the ONLY physiological function that causes a pregnancy. No sex = no pregnancy. It's simple. If you don't want a pregnancy, don't have sex.

In the absence of abnormalities and disease, our physiological functions strive to complete their missions. The reason pharmaceutical companies can't develop an obesity drug that turns off our hunger signal is because our body has ways to communicate the need for food despite the normal "route". Similarly, birth control is not 100% effective in eliminating the pregnancy signal. Our sexual organs are designed to work like hell in order to get the job done. The man releases hundreds of thousands of sperm in order for a single head to manage its way into the egg. Our design is such that we survive and perpetuate through procreation.

Viruses also procreate. Genital Human Papillomavirus (HPV), is the only cause of Cervical Cancer - a disease that kills more American women each year then AIDS. HPV can be stopped - not by condoms (0% effective in reducing the transmission of the virus), but by abstaining from sexual relations. This information, as well as information about several other sexually transmitted diseases, is why the CDC advises the President to push abstinence education. It has little, if anything, to do with religion.

We are humans and DO have the right to choose. We choose to make decisions based on our needs and goals. I need water; I do not need cola. My basic need, thirst, is fulfilled by water. Sex is not a basic "need". We can choose not to have sex as our bodies will endure without sex. The choice to not have sex is indicative of what separates humans from animals - the ability to reason. I can reasonably deduce that if I don't want to have a baby, I should not have sex. Again, sex is not a basic "human need". Sex is like cola. It's sweet and bubbly, but it can cause a big belly... if ya know what I mean. :)

And although the continuity of the human race depends entirely on the effects of sex, we have the ability to suppress the act of sex until we are ready for a pregnancy (again, entirely different from water as we cannot suppress the act of consumption in order to survive - it's not a choice). In the case of married couples who do not wish to have children, good luck with contraceptives. Some are fairly effective - but know that my daughter was conceived despite the use of a condom. But I digress...

So, um... yeah..."Separation of church and state" is a phrase that's possibly too often used without consideration for what it was really designed to protect.

Big Mouth Strikes Again

2004-11-08T11:31:00.000-06:00

I have a condition called "foot-in-mouth" disease. Sometimes it's due to lack of careful thought; but, more often than not, it's due to an orchestration of bizarre thoughts in pursuit of a great reaction.

I really enjoy saying bizarre things that draw interesting responses from people. It is SO not my place, but I like for those people to come up with a rational defense to what I say. Sometimes I just like doing it to see a funny expression on the other person's face.

Yeah.... so.... maybe I should stop, because I hurt a LOT of people's feelings over the weekend during a discussion about homosexual marriage. Frankly, I'm not sure which way I swing on the issue, but those with whom I was discussing the issue were pretty far out on the left. In thinking I'd have a little fun, I decided to play the "Extreme Irrational Religious Rightist".

In all sincerity, I have to stop. I know I've gone too far when my games hurt people. That, and nobody will ever take me seriously if and when I do have something important to say.

Election Day

2004-11-02T09:53:00.000-06:00

My daughter went to school today undecided about which way she should vote in the kindergarten election. She's 5. She had 2 adults and a 14 year-old try to convince her that Bush is a killer who takes our money while Kerry stands for peace and giving us all our money back.

Excuse me? There's something very wrong with that description - nevermind the fact that these people came up to Maddie at the park on Sunday and tried to influence her decision. What decision??? Even SHE understands that she has to be 18 to vote!

I'm really glad Maddie has taken such an active interest in this election, but she has a delicate mind. And even though I have my opinions, I want to be sure my little girl gets the whole story... about all the candidates (even Nader).

Kids are prime targets for influence - just ask all your soda manufacturers and cereal advertisers. Kids haven't formed opinions because, well, they don't care. You tell them one thing and they believe it because they were too busy playing tag to do their research. So the crafty "influencers" are now going into the schools telling kids to protect themselves when kids don't even know how to maintain healthy friendships. They are on TV telling kids to "VOTE OR DIE" when many teens haven't enough interest to form an educated opinion - many care more about pleasing their idols by voting as directed:

"Hey Eddie Vedder! I voted for Kerry because I love you and everything
about you! WOO HOO!!!"
or
"Hey Alec Baldwin (he threatened to leave the USA if the previous elections didn't go his way - stumping for Gore. He's still here.), please don't go! I'll vote for Kerry if it'll make you stay. I loved you in The Cat in the Hat!"

"Influencers" are walking into parks telling little kids that their sitting president is a bad man. These strategies are unethical, but we know they work. So that leads me to ask, "What's more important - winning or integrity?" If not the latter, then what are we really telling our children? How are they really being influenced?

No matter who wins this election, we must all come together as a nation to respect his position. To act otherwise will only weaken our nation.

And, hey... let my kid play tag. She doesn't need your soda, your cereal, or your spin. She needs a family that will raise her to make informed decisions based on the facts.

Bushie Bushie

2004-10-27T15:35:00.000-05:00

Madeleine was listening to the news yesterday and overheard Peter Jennings announce that John Kerry was the candidate likely to receive the Black vote. Maddie looked up at me and said, "Poor Bushie Bushie, he's going down."

It's amusing to witness the political compassion of a kindergartener.

Coffee...

2004-10-27T15:16:00.000-05:00

Holy CRAP! It's been 2 months!!!

Sadly, all I have to say is... I really don't like Hazelnut coffee.

I am afraid that a national trend may be occurring in that secretaries and others in charge of making coffee for large groups of people are substituting flavored coffees for plain coffee. That makes me sad. I think the definition of "black" coffee should be adjusted to include "no flavors". That way, when I say I take my coffee black, I will not receive "French Vanilla Nut" because it's Gevalia's flavor of the month. A flavor detracts from the "black-ness" of the coffee, if you will.

Maybe it's just that "black" used to mean something - "I take my coffee black." And all the college kids would would open their mouths in awe, because they were still weening themselves off the dozen or so sugars and creamers. But now - with the advent of flavored coffees - the kids are learning to take their coffee black, but it's full of vanilla flavoring (or whatever). It's a sissy thing to do.

However, the most important thing is... I don't want flavors in my coffee! I want it black. I shouldn't have to distinguish betwwen black vanilla or black hazelnut or black highland grog. I just want black coffee.

Jimmy

2004-08-29T15:00:00.001-05:00

My dad's cousins and family call him Jimmy - rather than Jim. He prefers Jim and will answer to Jimmy - but he'll completely tune you out if he's called James. His middle name is Edward - though it should have been "psycho"ward. Right now - this very moment - he is out in his yard with a shop vac... vacuuming up the fallen acorns.

Kindergarten: Part II

2004-08-23T10:35:00.000-05:00

Madeleine is now an official “kindergartener”. We began our adventure this morning after taking too many pictures - that’s what moms are supposed to do. We went to Bruegger’s for a special breakfast of cinnamon and sugar bagels with strawberry cream cheese. She had chocolate milk, I had lemonade, and only 30 minutes stood between that moment and her first school bell. She was so excited that she couldn’t eat half of her bagel – neither could I (that’s a first!). We showed up at school to find no parking spaces left in the lot. I parked along the street in a “No Parking” zone (with several other parents who simply couldn’t care less about the rules). Madeleine, of course, persisted in telling me that I should have to follow the rules if I was to expect the same from her. I came up with what seemed to be a justified reason to break the rules and she bought it. I walked her into her classroom and took her photo once again with Mrs. Cervantes – so that Uncle Matt could see his niece with his former 2nd grade teacher. Madeleine hung her backpack on the hook below her cubby-hole and attached the nametag to her freshly-pressed pink dress. She goes by “Madeleine” now, rather than “Maddie”. She kissed me good-bye and held her head high as she mightily took her place at a table at the center of the room. As I made my way back toward the car I was rushed with a wave of dozens of 5-year-olds eagerly heading toward their classrooms, parents in tow. I didn’t cry, but the day has yet to end…

Kindergarten

2004-08-20T10:57:00.000-05:00

Today was kindergarten orientation for Miss Madeleine. Her teacher, Mrs. Cervantes, taught my brother in 2nd grade and will now be working with his niece. Not only that, but Mrs. Cervantes' husband (Mr. Cervantes - of course) was one of my writing teachers in high school and the drama teacher as well. Oh, and their daughter graduated with my brother. I could not ask for more. I am SO in!

By the way - I am now an official card-carrying member of the PTA, Legislative Committee.

Iowa

2004-08-18T22:01:00.000-05:00

My dad took Madeleine to the Iowa State Fair today. She came home with a tattoo of a pig on her right bicep. It's just not... right.

The Love of my Life

2004-08-18T21:55:00.000-05:00

Maddie starts kindergarten Monday. We have an orientation Friday morning and I will meet her teacher - her first "real" teacher. I don't know if I'll cry on Friday morning, but I'm positive I'll lose it Monday morning.

So... do I send Madeleine to school with an apple for her teacher? A card? A gift package for a posh spa? With what do parents bribe teachers these days to ensure a positive impression of their children?

Windows

2004-08-18T13:35:00.000-05:00

I was a senior in high school when my parents renovated their first-floor bathroom - eliminating the windows so they could use that wall for a huge mahogany cabinet/mirror unit. Then, my dad had the electrician install a motion detector for the bathroom that would only stay on for two minutes (unless repeatedly triggered) so that we wouldn't waste electricity by accidentally leaving the light on (which we had apparently done up to that point).

As a girl, I spend most of my "bathroom" time sitting - which can take more than two minutes at time. For men, sitting also takes more than a couple minutes. I don't know about everyone else, but when I "sit", I'm not moving around a lot. As you may have deduced, a lack of motion would cause the light to turn off. The windows were gone, so the room would become blindingly dark. So... one would be forced to aggressively flail one's limbs in order to trigger the motion sensor. Just imagine the hilarity... I won't go on about that.

My dad installed some pretty little windows above the cabinet unit last night. Now, one can remain seated without the pomp and circumstance of yore. Woo Hoo!