Ready, Set, SING!

The Voice audition passes were supposed to be available Saturday via email, a week before the audition. Bela’s pass was not there. I was so stressed! Darci, a gal from town who has been through this drama before, was a key support person. She kept me from having a panic attack meltdown this morning! Thank you, Darci!

I happened to find the Facebook page and read the announcement that audition passes would be available at 12 today. Whew! After checking my email a million times, I left work to find a printer at school. It’s official! Ysabela has her pass, and I have the release forms to sign. Everything is in a folder, ready to grab and go. We’ll be having a (hopefully) leisurely drive Friday. Saturday should find us well rested and ready! Whoohoo!

Ysabela and her artist pass!

Ysabela and her artist pass!

Oh, Nuts!

My day started out strange and went weird from there. I had planned to get up at 4:20, take a shower and head across the street to work. Alas, it was not to be. A bit before 3, the dogs started going nuts, so I woke up. I heard someone knocking, so I went into the kitchen to see who was at the door. My daughter was (supposed to be) sleeping upstairs, but it turns out she was awake. She had texted Gen, her best friend, to tell her she was dizzy and had a horrible headache. Good thing Gen was watching movies at that time! Gen’s mom, Stacey, drove her here to wake me since they didn’t know if it was an emergency or not. Gen and I went upstairs to find Bela on the bed, afraid to try to get up and come downstairs. She didn’t want to fall down the stairs. (At this point, I would like to say that I nominate Gen as best friend of the year.)

We helped Bela to the living room, Gen and Stacey went home, and I tried to evaluate the situation. Her temperature was normal, but her head was really hurting. She tried to sleep, but I was wide awake, so I threw the dogs out long enough to feed the cats. Since Bela was semi-resting on the couch, I left the dogs to guard her and took my shower. I went to work early, but I was home frequently to see if Bela was any better or worse. Her headache lasted quite a while, but now she is feeling much better. My friend and fellow blogger, Laura, suggested that Bela could be dehydrated. You’ll hear more about Laura later.

Once I got to work and the cook arrived, I had a cup of coffee. I was thinking about getting another cup when I heard Tammy rummaging around downstairs near the laundry room. She said, “We don’t have coffee!” I thought maybe the kitchen had run out, but the store would be open soon, so I wasn’t worried until she started explaining why we had no coffee. There was a problem with the cord of the coffee maker! Tammy said it sounded like a shotgun being fired when the coffee maker gave up the ghost! It scared the stuffing out of her. The maintenance man came in and worked some magic. He must have good repairman juju because the coffee maker was revived!

In between sips of coffee and loads of laundry, I walked home (again) to check on Bela. Her headache finally let up, but she said she was really tired. She drank some water and went to sleep. Again, Chance and Boxi were guarding her. When I say “guarding” her, I really mean to say they were taking up as much space in the bed as possible, burrowing under the covers and kissing her at every opportunity. Boxi is the master of stealth kissing.

I went on about my business and finally finished laundry. Laura was having her yard sale for the second day, so I went over to hang out with her so she wouldn’t get bored. She informed me that one of the goats was sold. I saw the crate, so I peeked in. Sure enough, there was the goat. He was lying quietly which surprised me. I would have expected him to be bouncing around like a kid. (Yeah, I know!) Artis, neighbor and friend, was also on hand. The fellow who bought the goat loaded him up and left.

We hadn’t been chatting for long when a huge, dark cloud headed our way. The wind was blowing the clothes off the tables, so we just knew rain was soon to follow. Laura’s youngest woke up right around the time we figured we better pack it in. Artis grabbed baby and supplies and headed for her house. Laura and I would box things up and put everything in the garage. As Artis was leaving, I heard Laura say, “Thanks for helping me cut the goat.” After I made sure I heard what I thought I did, I decided that would explain why the goat (kid) was so quiet in the crate. Laura and Artis had taken his dreams away when they castrated him. (Shudder!) Poor little guy. I did ask Laura if she had plans to fry those mountain oysters for dinner. They weren’t on the menu, but she pointed them out to me. Eeeewwwww.

My day did not turn out as planned, but it sure was interesting. Guys, if you see these two ladies, RUN!

Artis, castration expert

Artis, castration expert


Laura, mom, friend, blogger, castration expert

Laura, mom, friend, blogger, castration expert

The Chicken Chick

Gay Adoption?

I have thought a lot about the children languishing in foster care or group homes because there are not enough families willing or able to adopt. It makes me so sad. There are many older children waiting for a family that may never come. Every child deserves to be part of a loving family, but many couples want a baby. Older children and children with special needs are not as “adoptable.”

There are various opinions, I know, about the “appropriateness” of allowing gay couples to adopt. There is the same question (sometimes) about single parents, interracial couples, etc. You get the idea. It seems there are as many opinions as people. Some may fear that gay couples will raise gay children. Let me ask you this: how many heterosexual couples have raised gay children? How many homosexual parents have raised straight kids? It goes both ways. Another concern I have heard is that homosexual couples might be child molesters. Gay does not equal pedophile. How many straight people are sexual predators?

I have a few gay friends. I know they would make awesome parents. I also know some heterosexuals who would not make awesome parents! Families are created in a multitude of ways, but it’s really love that serves as the glue that keeps families together. I know many people will disagree with me on this, and that’s fine. A loving home is preferable to a temporary, and often damaging, solution. Why allow children to linger in the system for years when a family—yes, even a gay couple—is willing to love and treasure some of those children? Open your mind, put aside religion and politics and ask yourself: what is in the best interests of the children?

Facts=Truth?

Do people guilty of crimes walk among us? Does an accusation equal guilt? Can people be arrested and charged with a crime, but still be proven not guilty? Are innocent people in prison? Does the media influence the public’s point of view? We all know the answers to those questions.

The sad fact is that even an accusation of wrong doing can ruin a person’s life. Even if found not guilty, a person’s reputation may still never recover. A stain is forever on the person’s name in many cases.

I believe the system usually works. There are flaws, but it’s the only system for justice we have. One of the main issues is that too many cases are tried in the media circus, and people would rather believe the worst about others than face the truth. We like to be right. Nobody can be accurately judged from a sound bite on the news. That clip may be sensational and make for great television ratings, but it may not be an accurate picture of someone or how s/he lives.

We have become a very judgmental society. It’s easy to be led down the path when we believe everything we see in the news without questioning and without thinking for ourselves. People have become guilty until proven innocent; that’s not how justice works.

Best advice: jump down off the bandwagon, research the facts for yourself, and stop relying on the media and citizens with their own agendas to tell you what to think. Facts are sometimes quite different from truth. I’ll explain. It may be a verifiable fact that my car was parked all night in the parking lot of the local bar. Some busybodies may tell others that, based on that fact, I either spent the night at the bar or went home with someone after an evening of drinking. It sounds like a plausible explanation, doesn’t it? Easy to believe, huh? The truth, however, could have been that I simply parked my car there, had a friend pick me up to go out for dinner, and then on to the house. This could have been cleared up in a variety of ways: 1) minding your own business, 2) asking me or 3) checking the facts and searching for truth. With the right questions to the right people, the rumor of my drinking could have easily been proven false. Let’s stop getting so much exercise by jumping to conclusions. The truth will come out, even if it takes years. But for now, let’s stick to innocent until proven guilty.

Grad Class

This month is going to be tough! My grad class—the LAST ONE—has a reading schedule that is beyond brutal. The assignments are numerous, of course, so I will not be posting quite as often until I finish around June 30th.

Please check back when you can. You can always check out some of the posts you might have missed. Meanwhile, I will be frantically reading and writing to stay caught up in class. I don’t want to blow my A average, so you are welcome to say a prayer for me! 🙂 Graduation is so close….

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Educational Gaps

Oh, dear. When Johnny Cash was mentioned on TV this afternoon, Ysabela asked who he was. I was in shock. Obviously, there are some gaps in her musical education! I checked the guide channel, and lo, and behold, there was paid programming about old country music. She got to see a young Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, Porter Wagoner, Dolly Parton and Tammy Wynette. We sat there for half an hour listening to the music, laughing at some of the costumes and singing along with songs I recognized. I was ready to switch channels, but Ysabela was having none of that! We sat through another half an hour of old rock and roll. She was thrilled to see Elvis and hear Ritchie Valens, Fats Domino and Little Richard. The next thirty minutes were filled with the golden oldies from the fifties…..I reminded her that some of those songs were used in Grease and Dirty Dancin’. The blank look on her face convinced me that we need to see those two movies. Soon.

I have abandoned my seat at the desk in front of the TV because I am not into folk music at all. John Denver turns my stomach, and Peter, Paul and Mary make me want to vomit. Ysabela has firm control of the remote. I have to find a way to take control of the television again! Enough is enough! Now to find those movies….

Bela guarding the remote!

Bela guarding the remote!

The Chicken Chick

Manipulation

Don’t you love the way television manipulates us? I mean, think about it. There’s Honey Boo Boo (God help us!), Jersey Shore and now Big Smo. I don’t know any of the characters personally, but I do know they wouldn’t have been a blip on my radar before I saw them on television. I think the producers search for the most ridiculous people possible to use in a show. After they have all the publicity (good or bad), the unsuspecting public is duped into watching to see what stupid things will happen next. In the process, the ratings go through the roof and the characters become stars. The people on these “reality” shows aren’t really as stupid as they are portrayed—I hope. These people surely laugh all the way to the bank. The joke’s on the television audience.

Once in a while, someone will be a real “find.” Maybe once in a blue moon, a talented person will get a real break and become famous. Look at the rest, though.

Junk to Treasure

Ysabela and I were channel surfing last night and stumbled upon Junk Gypsies. Apparently, business is good for those girls. Turning trash into treasure can be a rewarding experience for those with vision, talent and creativity. In my case, time and tools for crafting would play a pivotal role! These Junk Gypsy girls have a workshop that any redneck Santa would envy. Their parents are also on standby to help with projects. I really enjoyed watching old things become upcycled treasures. I guess our favorite project from the show was the pinball machine table top. The girls found a pinball machine top, covered it with plexiglass and added legs for a super sewing table!

Ysabela is now thinking of projects we can do. To defend myself, I started following Amie and Jolie on Pinterest. You never know what picture will spark a creative fire at our place. We have several ideas for projects, but we have to gather supplies and hoard some time to create. 🙂 She has already made a shelf and a set of clothes line poles in shop class. I can’t wait to hang my wash on the line!

We found a chandelier at a yard sale for $1. It can be upcycled into a terrarium. I also bought some shelves and tables for $1 each at another yard sale. Those can be refinished if we feel like it. This year, Bela and I will be on the look out for pallets. I plan to revisit my own 4H Pinterest board to remind myself what I wanted to get done! It’s shaping up to be a busy summer.

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