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Friday, 10 July 2009

Thursday, 09 July 2009

  • Blogger's Block? Just Visit Your Mom


    I could hear things falling. Lots of small things like safety pins. There were muttered curses. Next I heard things being thrown. It sounded like the lid to a cookie tin. There was loud, frustrated cursing. I skirted past the guest room door hoping she wouldn't see me as I headed to the kitchen, but she must have spotted the flash of lime green. Drat! I knew I should have worn a more subdued shirt today!

    MELINDA!!! She hollered.

    I hesitated before answering. Timidly, I peeked around the corner into the living room just in time to see her stomping out of her room, angry, frustrated and looking for me.



    "I CAN'T FIND MY THIMBLE!!!"

    She claims she was just showing me her thimble finger. I told her I'd give her a thimble after she asked me again, when I had the camera in my hand. She says I'm not very nice. I said I'm not the one waving my thimble finger around on the internet.

    God bless my mom. I will always have something to blog about as long as she's visiting. I may never let her go home.

  • A Walk on the Pier (Edited)


    My computer is acting up again. Every now and then, I'll click on something and Up! pops the Blue Screen of Death and Crash! goes the computer. It's like a children's song, only even more annoying.

    Today I took my mom to the pier in St. Joseph. Mom is terrified of water. She refused my offer to take her to Mackinac Island because she can't stand the thought of getting on a ferry. Imagine my surprise, then, when she willingly walked past the safety railings, down the sloped middle section and all the way out to the end of the pier.

    We stopped along the way to admire some sailboats entering the river channel. It was a lovely sight.



    I was concerned about her sticking her cane in one of the fishing pole holes or stumbling in the spots where the cement is crumbling, but she made it all the way to the end and, after a brief rest, all the way back to the beginning. I'm really quite proud of her; look how close she is to the water!



    When we reached the area where the safety railings were, I told her we'd have to go just a bit further before there were benches where she could sit and rest. She replied, "I don't need a bench, I need a bathroom!" So, trooper that she is, she made it all the way back to the van in the parking lot and I drove her to the other end of the parking lot where the bathrooms were located. When she got back to the van, she said, "Well, it wasn't clean, but I didn't NEED clean!" She cracks me up sometimes.

    I'm thinking about getting into genealogy. I spotted a resemblance today that made me question my hellfire and brimstone Baptist preacher grandfather's reputation as a cotton picker and sharecropper.





    I wonder if Grandpa didn't sow a few wild oats somewhere along the way.

    EDIT: Just in case you thought it might be a coincidence, here's my Grandpa tinkering in his watch repair shack. Check out that hair!



Wednesday, 08 July 2009

  • Currently
    Traveling Wilburys (2 CD / 1 DVD)
    By The Traveling Wilburys
    The Devil's Been Busy
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    Boring Update


    Tuesday, 7 PM: I just realized I haven’t posted today. I think I’m still feeling the effects of a five day road trip the week of the Third of July party. If I ever again start talking about “running down to Arkansas” to pick up a family member before the party, somebody please slap some sense into me! My sister tried, but I wouldn’t listen. And the reality is, I would have been too tired to even think about making that trip alone after the party.

    Meeting Andrew was great! After spending 24 hours in Doggy Daycare, Boo (a.k.a. Spawn of Satan) was so happy to be home he quit snarling and snapping at Andrew.


    How can something so cute be so evil?

    For the most part. Until he got his second wind. But that was just about the time Andrew was leaving, so no harm done that day. I don’t want to think about the other days. Let’s just focus on the good times.

    I still have a few party decorations to take down and pack away, but most of it is done. Unless a couple of hundred xangans and their families decide to come next year, I probably won’t have to buy any pop (stop laughing, Andrew) for the 2010 party.

    My computer has not crashed once today. I think it was possessed yesterday. I spent more time trying to boot it and reboot it than I did online. When I opened a game, it crashed. When I downloaded the latest Windows Service Pack it crashed. Once it finally downloaded the service pack and I tried to install it, it crashed. Pretty much, any time I clicked on anything, it crashed and took a dozen or so tries to reboot. I will be purchasing an external hard drive in the near future.

    My mom is reading The Song of Bernadette. I will never read that book. She may never finish that book. She keeps wondering, “When was this written?” and turning to the front of the book. Then she gets sidetracked by the author’s bio, “A Jewish man wrote this book about the Catholic church!!” (zomg) Then she flips to the end and complains because it’s 340 pages long and written in excruciating detail. Then she wonders whether it’s fact or fiction and flips back to the front where the cycle starts all over again. She wanted to read me an excerpt from the preface and I told her she’s never going to finish the darn thing if she doesn’t quit going back to the front of the book. Not my most patient moment, but I had just returned from hiding in the bathroom in order to read the last couple of chapters of the book I’ve been trying to finish for the past four days and I really wasn’t in the mood to hear the names Bernadette or Lourdes yet again.

    Mom does seem to be getting a bit better, though. She was out working in the butterfly garden when I got up this morning.


    Shot from an upstairs window.

    She wants to go with me when I go out to run errands. The “conversation loops” haven’t been as frequent in the past couple of days. Three months ago she didn’t have the energy to get dressed and couldn’t retain information for five seconds, so I’m really happy to see this improvement. If she would just finish that damn book I’d be so much happier! Aw, who am I kidding? As soon as she finishes the book, she’ll start obsessing about something else and it will drive me just as bonkers. Family: Can’t live with them, can’t make them normal. Although, I must confess I don’t really mind her obsession with washing dishes.

Monday, 06 July 2009

  • Currently
    Traveling Wilburys (2 CD / 1 DVD)
    By The Traveling Wilburys
    Dirty World
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    Meeting Your Imaginary Friend


    I’ve been blessed with opportunities to meet four wonderful xangans in the past few months. Last November I met EilisAngelos. She looks pretty much exactly how I pictured her except for her hair color (which she had recently changed). I had seen photos and videos of her online, so her lovely looks and voice were no surprise. She’s very much herself on her site (which she REALLY needs to update!!!), so her personality was pretty much what I expected.

    The same holds true for TheTheologiansCafe whom I met in December, The44thHour whom I met last week, and, for the most part, seedsower whom I met last month. In each case, I had a pretty clear idea of my xanga friend’s looks and personality. Other than Andrew, I was familiar with their voices. I had heard Andrew sing, but was a little surprised by his lack of Texas drawl when he talks.

    I, however, keep my face and voice under wraps on xanga. I think on speaking with each xangan for the first time, they commented that my voice was unexpected. I look different from what Andrew was expecting, but pretty much exactly what Beth had envisioned. I’m not sure how I measured up to Elisabeth and Dan’s preconceived ideas of me.

    I develop my own personal mental image of what people on xanga look like based on their profile picture and the words they write. I imagine what their voice might sound like and look for clues to their personality in their posts. The biggest surprise I’ve had was seedsower. Because her photos are so filled with peace and serenity, I imagined Beth had a very quiet personality. She’s probably howling with laughter about now. I love that Beth is outgoing and fun and a little loud. She pulled me out of my shell and got me out doing things I would probably never have done on my own. At least not in public. We’re a good team, because I got her to do some stuff she’d never done, too. At least not recently.

    I am never disappointed in how somebody looks. I place no real importance on weight, height, skin color, hair color, or any other physical trait. I have never yet been disappointed in the personality of my xanga friends. The ones I’ve met so far are either exactly how I imagined them to be, or even better. I wonder, though, if my looks have been a surprise - or even a disappointment - to others and if my quieter real-life personality is a letdown. I don’t pretend to be anything I’m not online, I just find it easier to talk to people using this medium than face to face, so I may come across as more outgoing than I really am. I have struggled all my life to overcome shyness, but once I feel comfortable with you, you may have a hard time shutting me up.  (Note to Dan: I was comfortable with you, but I was really tired.)

    What has me thinking all these thoughts about looks, voices and personalities? The idea has been broached to make our next Third of July party a xanga meet. A few people have already expressed interest in attending. I’ve been wondering if I’m brave enough to allow multiple xangans at once to see what I look like and discover who I am. I worry that I will be a huge disappointment to everyone who may have preconceived ideas of how I look, sound and behave. I’m not fishing for compliments, but I guess I am looking for a bit of reassurance. It may seem silly to all you self-confident people, but I’m really feeling insecure about these things.

    What I want to know is this: How attached are you to your imaginary image of me and how disappointed would you be to discover that I may not be like that at all?

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  • ramble_R
    I wrote a piece on critics and made a number of references to you post "Be Nice" you can find it here http://is.gd/Jc6B
  • kellyrobinson98
    hey there hope urte well ia vent had a chance in ages to say hello been so busy with church hope this finds u well drop by some time and say hello xxx k
  • saintvi
    @pamilvr - I actually just did that today. You are, in fact, quite observant!
    • Posted 2/24/2009 12:27 AM
    • by saintvi
  • pamilvr
    did you just put your name up there? -or am i incredibly unobservant?
    • Posted 2/24/2009 12:25 AM
    • by pamilvr
  • the_real_anna
    Thanks for adding me to the Prayer list!
  • The44thHour
    @saintvi - Happy Hallmark Day to you too! ;P hahaha
  • saintvi
    @The44thHour - Happy Valentine's Day, Amew!
    • Posted 2/14/2009 12:18 AM
    • by saintvi
  • The44thHour
    For chatboard they aren't very chatty...haha
  • pamilvr
    i just watch bugs walk by - no one to hero for here....
    • Posted 1/21/2009 6:45 AM
    • by pamilvr
  • RedHatQueen
    My, the memories your photos bring back! Tom sent me a kimono, slippers and a jacket from Japan. I also had a necklace carved from ivory that was broken. After I left home, I never knew what happened to the beads. I probably still have the clothes packed in one of my trunks that I will have to d