In hindsight

Now here's a blog that I wish I can claim as my own work. Unfortunately though, I made the mistake of telling my entire family that I have a blog, and I gave them all the URL so that they can read it everyday.

Me, being a relatively opinionated person, -o.k., maybe more than relatively- fairly opinionated person, I have a lot to say about many issues. But, I choose not to write about most of these subjects that move me in such deep ways because of concern that my much of my family and friends may take offense to my opinions, or better yet, think that I am crazier than I really am.

A friend sent me a link to a fantastic blog- disclosure: another of my opinions. The author of the blog below as hilarious! I've only had time to read through the first few entries and thus far I've laughed enough to aggravate by back injury- Here's a teaser:

"You just can’t teach an old dog a new trick… even if you put lipstick on it. Change is needed. I know because I am a fat, old dog. For too many years I’ve been eating more pie than I should. Jenny Craig had me doing pretty good for a few years but eventually I started eating pie again. John McCain has been part of the Republican party in Washington for 26 years. It doesn’t matter what he has been saying the last few months, eventually he’s going to eat the party pie again. He’s old. I’m old. That’s what we do. We don’t suddenly switch to salad ."

I see now that being an 'Elder' in the family has it's benefits. One can really speak from their heart- or gut and they've already put in their many years of being polite and prim. I'm quickly learning that those virtues are highly overrated and make for an extremely boring person, although well dressed with fantastic table manners.

Can we make the ripe old age of 31 considered 'Elder' status? How about 32? Or should I just risk offending the people closest to me and just write it how I feel it- from the gut?

Better idea: I'll just start another blog that no one knows about; although you might have to collect me from Canada after I've been black-listed by the government... no wait, leave me up there...just get me a really good snow suit, with some -50 moon boots...oh, and a mosquito suit.

Here it is. Enjoy her, she won't be around forever:
Margaret and Helen

Thanks for sharing Hanni- Awesome find!

Super Star!

"Leah IS a Kenyan. A very happy 3:37! Saa-weeet!"

This is my Big sister. A woman with 3 boys, not including her husband. And no, she's not crazy yet- at least not in the bad way.

She ran in the twin Cities Marathon yesterday and got her best time ever! 3:37! Can you believe it? I'm thinking that she started running at about my current age, so if I can get my butt in gear now- where did I last see my running shoes? In the truck? the basement? I'd better just stick to yoga, you don't need shoes for that.

Leah's very first debut as a Running Super Star was it the Twin Cities marathon way back when- maybe 4 years ago? I'm not sure, if you haven't figured me out yet I'm not a girl of time keeping. Living in the present is what I dedicate my energy to. Fore example: am I wearing underwear? Did I remember to put my glasses on and wait, where was I going?

Since the first 'Twin Cities' of her career she's run her way up to the Boston- still kicking @$$- or butt! She really is The Man! I'm so proud of her!

Great job Big Sis!!! You are the 1 and only Super Star!

This morning I woke up at 7 a.m. This is very unlike me as I greatly depend on an ample amount of beauty sleep. 7 a.m. just doesn't cut it. I guess I'll have to wear my sunglasses all day.

I'm in the midst of building a garden bed, and am so excited about it that I couldn't sleep. The bed consists of a multitude of layers. The layers will be transformed into magnificent soil that will be ready to plant in the spring- so that when the world ends and the economy busts, I will at least have greens to eat, and less grass to water.

One of the pivotal ingredients is newspaper, and it seems that no one actually purchases the newspaper these days- me included. I assume that we all read the news via our computer screens- assuming that we, as first world nation, are still reading the news.

So at 7 a.m., this morning, it dawns on me that it is garbage day- which means recycling! I jump out of bed, put on my sweats and take a walk with Dyggs and Frankenstein down the back allay in search of newspaper. I get to the end of the block with one measly press in my hand and there is my neighbor, one that I have yet to formally meet. As she's getting into her car she gives me a odd look. I smile at her, look through her garbage can- nope, no paper, and continue on my journey with Dyggs and Frankenstein in tow.

Hmm. Didd'nt think that one through. Next time I scavenge for supplies I'll make sure to wear my Manolo Blahniks and carry my Louis Vuitton clutch, for the Galli image- if anything.

I'm proud to be me

Chris's parents headed home yesterday after spending the weekend with us.

I'm wondering just how crazy they really think that we are. It's hard to hold it together for a whole weekend after finally letting loose the last 7 years of attempting 'normalcy' in Utah. I'd consider myself borderline nutty, not enough though, to warrant Chris dropping me off at the big brick institution in Evanston that we pass on our way to Utah- the one that I always beg Chris never to send me to.

Here are some photo's of the Rocky Mountain National Park.

The Shining- remember?

Chris say's that I'm helping to shape the world..

by posting this

Have you registered yet?

I'm not trying to sway you- I promise......well, maybe a little, only a tiny bit....

Caroline E. Crawford's Notes

Getting things straight on Sarah Palin

Monday, September 15, 2008 at 1:06pm

I had this passed on to me today--I did NOT write this myself but felt like it was worth passing on. Considering who my Facebook friends are, this is preaching to the choir BUT...

If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're
' exotic, different.'

Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, you're a quintessential American story.

If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim. Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.

Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable. Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.

If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive t hat registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.

If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people,then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.

If you have been married to t he same woman for 19 years while raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.

If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.

If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.

If, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.

If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.

If you're husband is nicknamed 'First Dude', with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.

real life

So, would it really be that weird to set up my tent in the living room? I'm actually thinking of doing this- just to keep the smell of vacation around. I'd probably lose most of my 'adult status' though, and god knows it's taken me about 20 years to reach my current level of respect in the grown up world.

Maybe I'll do it antways and just not let anyone come visit- so if you were planning on coming over in the next couple of days, either post pone or be prepared.

Here are a couple of photos that I've been working on:

More of the ghost town

Salt Flats





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