The Writers Strike is over!!!!!!!!!
I am so darn happy about this. Happy for them for the obvious reasons, happy for the actors and all the people it takes to make shows run (can you even imagine how difficult it must have been for so many people to have been out of work for three months? OY! I have really felt bad for them during this time.) but oh so happy for me, too!!!
We just may have 4-6 new episodes of shows to watch this spring! Happy Happy!!!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Just A Mom?
I've read this one before but when it arrived in my email box again, I thought it was a good time to share it. Enjoy!
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is, " explained the recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a ...?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,"
Said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more istinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."
Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations"
And great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates?"
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts "
Associate Research Assistants."
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is, " explained the recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a ...?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,"
Said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more istinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."
Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations"
And great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates?"
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts "
Associate Research Assistants."
Thursday, February 7, 2008
YouTube Video
I have no idea how to make the YouTube thing work on this blog and I'm frustrated trying to figure it out but there is a video that I think is too great to pass up.
Check it out here
Check it out here
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Perspective
Isn't it amazing how good news, really good news, has a way of giving you perspective? Things that felt overwhelmingly insurmountable a mere 24 hours prior suddenly feels completely manageable. Dare I say, even easy?
Perspective: to see things clearly; to see things as they are and for what they are.
The thing about perspective though is it seems to be fleeting. At least, I find this to be the case for myself and many others that I know. We see things clearly and it all makes sense. But then, slowly, it starts to blur a bit until we smack up against it another time. "I remember this feeling!" we might think, "I need to hold onto it." and then, out of focus it goes again.
I guess it's like the saying "Life each day as if it were your last." We really can't do that, can we? At least, I couldn't. Nothing would get done. No goals would be set and reached because why set a goal if it's your last day? Why do the laundry or pay the bills of do the shopping? There are parts to that saying that we really should do our best to stay true to - be good to each other, tell those you love that you do, be the best person you can be. But we really can't life each day as if it were our last. Not really.
Gaining perspective is a bit like that, too. I have it - I want to keep it but life has a way of mucking up the "I can handle anything!" feeling. Yes, I feel amazingly wonderful that I received (non)life altering news (it would have altered life if it were bad news but it wasn't bad so therefore it's more in line with non-life altering. Confused yet? Imagine what it is like inside my mind! LOL!) but I know in time I will have days when the reality of life, and what I am forced to experience and deal with, will bring me to my knees and I will forget, for a few moments in time, to be grateful for what I do not have to experience.
I think those moments will be short lived because, from where I sit today, I am very lucky. Very blessed. And I have a TON of perspective.
Perspective: to see things clearly; to see things as they are and for what they are.
The thing about perspective though is it seems to be fleeting. At least, I find this to be the case for myself and many others that I know. We see things clearly and it all makes sense. But then, slowly, it starts to blur a bit until we smack up against it another time. "I remember this feeling!" we might think, "I need to hold onto it." and then, out of focus it goes again.
I guess it's like the saying "Life each day as if it were your last." We really can't do that, can we? At least, I couldn't. Nothing would get done. No goals would be set and reached because why set a goal if it's your last day? Why do the laundry or pay the bills of do the shopping? There are parts to that saying that we really should do our best to stay true to - be good to each other, tell those you love that you do, be the best person you can be. But we really can't life each day as if it were our last. Not really.
Gaining perspective is a bit like that, too. I have it - I want to keep it but life has a way of mucking up the "I can handle anything!" feeling. Yes, I feel amazingly wonderful that I received (non)life altering news (it would have altered life if it were bad news but it wasn't bad so therefore it's more in line with non-life altering. Confused yet? Imagine what it is like inside my mind! LOL!) but I know in time I will have days when the reality of life, and what I am forced to experience and deal with, will bring me to my knees and I will forget, for a few moments in time, to be grateful for what I do not have to experience.
I think those moments will be short lived because, from where I sit today, I am very lucky. Very blessed. And I have a TON of perspective.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
MIA
I apologize for being MIA for so long. Things in my life got a little crazy there for a bit but I am going to make more of an effort to blog here more often. I have lots to say, goodness knows that. It's just sometimes I lack the time to sit and write about all the things swirling in my head.
I had thought this year would start out so much differently than it has. It feels like I spent the entire month of January running from here to there and back again. I remember someone telling me how much more time I would have once my son started kindergarten but to be honest, I have had so much less time. I feel like I am constantly on the go.
Now the voices of wisdom say "Wait until first grade. Then you will have time." Maybe that's true but the thought of not seeing him hardly at all makes it not all that sweet of a goal. I remind myself, on those days that he is driving me crazy, that I am going to miss these hours that I currently have to spend with him. Next year I will see him for a couple hours in the hectic morning race to get up, ready and out the door and a couple hours in the evening in the crazy evening race of dinner, homework, bath and bedtime.
I'm not looking forward to that.
Life never stands still. Not even for a moment. Not even when it is what we desperately want. Sometimes I wish I had the power to freeze time. At least to slow it down so I could take it all in - breathe deep and really, really live in the moments that are flying by so fast.
I have a Post It on the wall next to me that says "It can all change in the blink of an eye." Not only can it - it does.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
And so it goes.
I had thought this year would start out so much differently than it has. It feels like I spent the entire month of January running from here to there and back again. I remember someone telling me how much more time I would have once my son started kindergarten but to be honest, I have had so much less time. I feel like I am constantly on the go.
Now the voices of wisdom say "Wait until first grade. Then you will have time." Maybe that's true but the thought of not seeing him hardly at all makes it not all that sweet of a goal. I remind myself, on those days that he is driving me crazy, that I am going to miss these hours that I currently have to spend with him. Next year I will see him for a couple hours in the hectic morning race to get up, ready and out the door and a couple hours in the evening in the crazy evening race of dinner, homework, bath and bedtime.
I'm not looking forward to that.
Life never stands still. Not even for a moment. Not even when it is what we desperately want. Sometimes I wish I had the power to freeze time. At least to slow it down so I could take it all in - breathe deep and really, really live in the moments that are flying by so fast.
I have a Post It on the wall next to me that says "It can all change in the blink of an eye." Not only can it - it does.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
And so it goes.
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