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And the Two Collide

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The photo I posted earlier today brought to mind a poem I penned one day a long time ago.  You see, things pop into my head now and then…and I write them down.  I have always been extremely frustrated by the fact that I cannot sit down and write something creative whenever I want to.  In fact, creativity is a very elusive thing to me, and it drives me bonkers!  I swear sometimes that my writing is simply a memory of something from a past life…that’s how it pops into my head…like a memory.  It flows from my brain onto the paper effortlessly.  But if you ask me to sit down and write something, I can’t do it.  Simply maddening!

Anyway, all this brings me to the fact that:

A)  My original blog resided at a different address, and since has been inactive and just waiting for me to re-purpose it.

B)  I couldn’t resist putting “that” picture with “that” poem.

C)  I’ve always wanted to try out that cool photoblogging theme.

D)  I don’t think I’ll ever pursue the whole publishing thing, so I might as well start sharing some of these writings somewhere where they might actually be seen.

So, if you’re interested, check out Kanni’s Korner (renamed The Junction…Kanni’s Korner was WAY too korny….)   *tee*hee* over in the blogroll.  It will not be updated regularly, but it’s there nonetheless.  🙂

As if I Needed One More Thing to Feel Guilty About….

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So, today, Oprah does a piece on free range animals, and the more traditionally raised animals…you know…teeny cages, little movement, smelly barns.  She shares an “in depth” look at each of these types of farms, and then tells us that she is not telling us how we should think, she is simply trying to “educate” us so we can make a choice based on our own values. 

YEAH RIGHT!!!

So in other words, “If you think it’s okay to mistreat animals, keeping them in little crates where they can’t move, getting diseases cause they sit in their own feces, then you keep right on eating that cheap ol’ meat.  But if you have one teensy little humane bone in your body, you’ll do the right thing and spend a few more of those pennies you don’t have to buy the right meat, thereby saving the animal world from these cruel and unusual punishments.”

Crap.  Now I have to read labels…

Signed,

Kanniduba…saving the world one little free range ham at a time.

A Special Note to Dilation Candidates

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After having a day to recover from my trauma, I realized that I was a bit irresponsible in my eyeball rant yesterday…and after seeing that someone was directed here after they searched on “eye doctor dilation” I thought I probably scared the bejeezers out of whoever that was.  They were likely looking for comfort and didn’t exactly find that here.

Okay, so to those facing this dilation thing….

I’ve had it done at least five times in my lifetime.  The dilation is a piece of cake…just eye drops.  They make your eyes feel a bit odd as they work, and make your vision blurry and sensitive to light, but there is NO PAIN INVOLVED.  I have found it easier to sit with my eyes closed, and lightly pinching the inside corner of your eyes over the bridge of your nose seems to ease that odd feeling as the drops work.  So, please do not be afraid.

And this was the very first time in my 31 years of visiting an eye doctor that I have EVER had anyone poke my eyeball.  It came as a bit of a surprise, and I promise you it did not hurt at all…I barely felt anything.  It was simply the IDEA of the procedure itself that took my squeamish blood pressure down to dangerously pass-outable levels.  The procedure was measuring the thickness of the cornea, so if you don’t have to have that done, all the better for you.

So, there’s the truth.  I guess I am a wussy girl after all.  And after some thought, I will go back to the opthamologist once a year as directed.  I suppose a little, painless (albeit creepy) procedure is much preferable to blindness in the long run.

For Our Southern Friends…

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(A prayer for hurricane season – written by the bishop of Lafayette after Hurricane Audrey in the 1950’s:)

Prayer for Safety in Hurricane Season
O God, Master of this passing world,
hear the humble voices of your children.
The Sea of Galilee obeyed Your order
and returned to its former quietude.
You are still the Master of land and sea.
We live in the shadow of a danger over which we have no control:
the Gulf, like a provoked and angry giant,
can awake from its seeming lethargy,
overstep its conventional boundaries,
invade our land,
and spread chaos and disaster.

During this hurricane season we turn to You, O loving Father.
Spare us from past tragedies whose memories are still so vivid
and whose wounds seem to refuse to heal with passing of time.

O Virgin, Star of the Sea, Our beloved Mother,
we ask you to plead with your Son in our behalf,
so that spared from the calamities common to this area
and animated with a true spirit of gratitude,
we will walk in the footsteps of your Divine Son
to reach the heavenly Jerusalem
where a stormless eternity awaits us.
Amen.

“Brrrrr! Almanac Predicts Cold, Wet Winter!”

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Says AOL News….

Shocking!

Maybe I should start making my own predictions…

Leaves in the northern half of the country will change color and drop within the next two months. 

Shocking!

Nights soon to be cooler.

Shocking!

Heating costs will rise this winter.

Shocking!

Please pardon my sarcasm, but I couldn’t help thinking, “No sh*t Sherlock” when I read that headline this morning.  🙂

And I must say, I’m ready.  I could never live in a part of the country that doesn’t experience the seasons.  Maybe it’s because I’ve grown up with four seasons, maybe it’s just my personality…(I’m the type of person who needs to rearrange the furniture now and then, and change paint colors every few years.)  The change from Summer to Autumn is only second to Winter to Spring in my heart.  I LOVE Autumn!  I love the cooler nights, and warm days.  I love the fall skies.  I adore the changing colors, and the crisp smell that comes in Fall.  I love picking apples, and baking apple pies with friends.  I love shifting my menu from grilling meals to crockpot stews and soups, and baked hams and turkeys.  I love the swish swish of people walking past my house through the leaves that have dropped from my maple trees.  I love our Balloon Festival, and the freezing cold dark morning that draws us out of our beds before dawn, coffee and donuts in hand, to see the morning liftoff.  I love the return of a schedule and predictability, although the summer break from those are most welcome. 

My only slight regret is that my girls go back to school next Thursday.  I will miss having all my little chickadees at home.  However, they are ready.  They are beginning to get on each other’s nerves, and I find myself needing to play mediator more and more often…definitely time to get them back to their own lives and friends.  And I would be lying if I didn’t admit to looking a little forward to some daily alone time that Mister’s naptime will give me.  (Okay, so maybe I’m looking a lot forward to it….sue me why don’tcha!)  😉

And speaking of hot air balloons, we had the good fortune to come across these on the way home from the fair on Friday night.