I used to have two feet.
They were the things at
The end of my legs
That carried me to-and-fro.
Until I went to the garden,
And picked up one too man a hoe!
(The garden kind)
*For clarification no I did NOT literally chop them off
From the very first commercial I was intrigued by the whole concept of NBC's The Voice. Each judge chooses their team, sight unseen, by voice alone. It brings to mind the recording artists of old, and families piled around the radio listening & bonding.
In a six degrees of seperation sort of way I have justified my slight obsession. Since I first truly became fans Blake Shelton, and his now wife Miranda Lambert, after seeing them on my favorite hunting program then supporting Team Blake is the only thing a good huntress could do! :-)
Using the same six degress justifications I have found that since my toddler LOVES music and will start to dance if she hears someone hum, the only right thing is to dvr The Voice and watch it over and over during the day! I have learned, though, that apparently I talk more to the tv than I realize. While watching it again today Hila walked up to the tv, pointed at Blake Shelton and proudly proclaimed "Bake!".
While some of the judges may be a bit uh...grumpy...overall I have really enjoyed the show and rack up the snide remarks as all part of the competition, for the show is as much a competition for the judges as it is for the singers.
I know this blog may fit outside my normal range, but I just couldn't resist, and if you have a moment pull up some videos and vote for Team Blake...after all a vote for Team Blake is a vote for hunters everywhere! Pha-ha-ha!
I have never been known for my common sense. I once spent several hours on a hot Arkansas summer afternoon washing my husband's truck as a surprise for him. When he got home from work I was disgusted because, despite my best efforts, I couldn't figure out how to stretch my short arms enough to reach the top of his cab. He approached me with his slow swagger, and sweet smile, and after I explained my dilemma he opened the truck door, stepped up and washed off the top. Really? I had tried everything BUT that, including attempting to climb up the hood and jump far enough forward while standing in the bed (I'm sure it was quite the site for anyone who happened to drive by).
Yea, I've pretty much always done things the hard way or paid for things because I didn't know how (or couldn't think of a way) to do them on my own. So I was brilliantly surprised the first time I heard that Chuck's mom, Fay, and sister, Lisa, had gone to rake up some "hay". Here we were paying forty-plus bucks every week and a half for hay when all we really had to do was wait for the county to come out and mow around our rural roads and fields and there was plenty for the taking!
Sometimes the most brilliant ideas are the simplest.
Isn't is amazing the changes our moms' go through as we age from an infant in their arms to being mothers of our own? I remember how as a child my mother was all knowing! She amazed me how she could solve all of my problems, even if it was just with a hug or a cool cloth on my head.
Somewhere around my pre-teen years, though, my mom started losing it. She fell from that super-hero status and began giving crazy advice that would have set me to being the laughing-stock of the entire school! By the time I had become a teenager I found that I now knew more than her. Her condition remained the same through my early twenties and didn't begin to improve until I got married.
I reckon maybe the shock of seeing me in my white dress, committing my life to another was enough to rattle some sense back into her because suddenly some of her advice began to make sense again. I am proud to report that even though it took the birth of my own daughter to help my mother once again see the light, she has finally recovered from her "lapse" and is once again the all knowing, cape-wearing, superhero of my early childhood days!
*as inspired by the game of "Things"
10. Amount of stretch marks
9. Body parts that sag
8. How I now look at every object she touches and think, "Which orafice could that be shoved up?" AND "Could it be retrieved?"
7. What I'm willing to go to Walmart looking like/covered in
6. How I now understand those parents who can hold a conversation, without pause, while their kid hollars at the top of their lungs
5. How every parent thinks their kid is the cutest EVER (only mine really is)
4. That nothing can wipe away a bad day like a spontanious kiss
3. Making her laugh is addictive
2. One can get accustomed to living in a constant state of fear, especially when their toddler enters the climbing stage
1. How I want to be a better christian/wife/mom, just so I can be worthy of her adoration.
For the past four years, one day a week, August through May my husband has been attending "Electrician" classes. I have watched him stress and struggle and fret through increasingly tougher texts and got the joy of watching him graduate from his apprentic-ship on his way towards Journeyman and then Master Electrician.
The affair was simple, dinner at a local restaurant with the graduates and their one alloted guest; but the pride that overflowed the room was hard to ignore. Everyone of the graduates managed to attend (and pass) the classes while holding down full-time jobs, and most of the men had families. Their dedication and determination to make more of themselves is something to be admired. Despite the popularity of taking the easy way, these guys stuck to it and have walked away knowing that the past four years were not wasted.
I have a new respect for electricians of every type. They work hard regardless of the elements around them, they hold in their heads a wealth of information and work around dangerous equipment in dangerous situations all so that we can see with the flip of a switch, or water our fields in the midst of a drought. So here is for the electrician, whether you are starting your journey or nearing its end...thank you for a job well done.