Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Take Time...

Old English Prayer
Take time to be friendly...
It is the road to happiness.
Take time to dream...
it is hitching your wagon to a star.
Take time to love and to be loved...
It is the privilege of the gods.
Take time to look around...
It is too short a day to be selfish.
Take time to laugh...
It is the music of the soul.


under the same moon & stars,
ibs

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Pollywog & peanut butters

The kids wore me down.
and so I did it.
and I love them!
I have been trolling craigs list.
day after day 
refresh
refresh
then there he was
2 years old chihuahua
welcome to my world
5 lbs of peanut butter and jelly

sadly for the kids, peanut butters would live in my pocket if I let him
basically he tolerates the kids when I'm around, 
only if I am unavailable will he go to them
so the hunt was on 
again
hello craigs list
refresh
refresh
then,
2 years old teddy bear dog to good home.
what the heck is a teddy bear dog?
answer: the sweetest most laid back, kid loving designer mutt you will ever know
welcome to the family Paul aka pollywog, aka polly wally doodle.
they have been wonderful.
when I hear my little monkeys laughing with the pups
it makes my heart happy
and when the kiddos are at school or one of the many other activities 
the pollywog and peanuts snuggle up with me and they make me smile.

Monday, September 19, 2011

no in between

so, i'm always thinking that things are going to slow down.  after the holidays; when the kids go back to school; when ~fill in the blank~ is done I'll have time to ~fill in the blank~.  The truth is that things never really slow down.  Life only has two speeds: Go and Stop, there is no in between.  So, whatever it is
things only happen when you make time for them to happen.
Remember to take care of the important things.

under the same moon & stars,
ibs

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Analog

Just in case you don't know, I'm not the most technologically advanced gal.  Facebook is sometimes a challenge for me.  I'm still unsure on how to "plug" in a video, or vlog, or whatever it is called when you link something on some page or another.  In fact this blog is sometimes a real effort for me.  I wanna make it all pretty and swirly, and perhaps one day I will take the time to figure it all out.  The reality of my world is that I like to write with a pen and paper, when I read a book I want to hold actual paper,  I miss when video games and movies weren't all 3D; unfortunately, the reality of the World doesn't jive with mine.
So, I will try to advance my techie skills, but, the reality is I'm really not in any kind of hurry.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Star gazing- take 2

okay. so i originally posted this a life time ago & it was all wonkie, so here it is again, its

The Star-Splitter

by Robert Frost



`You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something
I should have done by daylight, and indeed,
After the ground is frozen,
I should have done Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful
Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney To make fun of my way of doing things,
Or else fun of Orion's having caught me. Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights
These forces are obliged to pay respect to?'
So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk
Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,
Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And spent the proceeds on a telescope
To satisfy a lifelong curiosity
About our place among the infinities.
`What do you want with one of those blame things?'
I asked him well beforehand. `Don't you get one!'
`Don't call it blamed; there isn't anything
More blameless in the sense of being less
A weapon in our human fight,' he said.
`I'll have one if I sell my farm to buy it.'
There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground
And plowed between the rocks he couldn't move,
Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years
Trying to sell his farm and then not selling,
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And bought the telescope with what it came to.
He had been heard to say by several:
`The best thing that we're put here for's to see;
The strongest thing that's given us to see with's
A telescope. Someone in every town
Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one.
In Littleton it might as well be me.'
After such loose talk it was no surprise
When he did what he did and burned his house down.
Mean laughter went about the town that day
To let him know we weren't the least imposed on,
And he could wait---we'd see to him tomorrow.
But the first thing next morning we reflected
If one by one we counted people out
For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long
To get so we had no one left to live with.
For to be social is to be forgiving.
Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,
We don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
But what we miss we go to him and ask for.
He promptly gives it back, that is if still
Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.
It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad
About his telescope. Beyond the age
Of being given one for Christmas gift,
He had to take the best way he knew how
To find himself in one. Well, all we said was
He took a strange thing to be roguish over.
Some sympathy was wasted on the house,
A good old-timer dating back along;
But a house isn't sentient; the house
Didn't feel anything. And if it did,
Why not regard it as a sacrifice,
And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire,
Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction?
Out of a house and so out of a farm
At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn
To earn a living on the Concord railroad,
As under-ticket-agent at a station
Where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets,
Was setting out, up track and down, not plants
As on a farm, but planets, evening stars
That varied in their hue from red to green.
He got a good glass for six hundred dollars.
His new job gave him leisure for stargazing.
Often he bid me come and have a look
Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside,
At a star quaking in the other end.
I recollect a night of broken clouds
And underfoot snow melted down to ice,
And melting further in the wind to mud.
Bradford and I had out the telescope.
We spread our two legs as we spread its three,
Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,
And standing at our leisure till the day broke,
Said some of the best things we ever said.
That telescope was christened the Star-Splitter,
Because it didn't do a thing but split
A star in two or three, the way you split
A globule of quicksilver in your hand
With one stroke of your finger in the middle.
It's a star-splitter if there ever was one,
And ought to do some good if splitting stars
'Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood.
We've looked and looked, but after all where are we?
Do we know any better where we are,
And how it stands between the night tonight
And a man with a smoky lantern chimney?
How different from the way it ever stood?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Karma ran over my Dogma

So I try to keep my blog pretty up beat and positive.  There are too many  other places to find negativity if you want to find it.
Not today.
For the last few weeks my up beat has been beat down.  My skin is raw from being dragged over the broken glass called LIFE.  No, nothing really major happened, except maybe me breaking my fall with my face~ yes it did hurt as much as it looked like it did~ but really it's the little things that are building up to look like mount Fuji:

1~ my great neighbors moved to Italy (yea for new adventures for them)
2~ the living room TV decided to die
3~ my computer has been rebelling
4~ got a call from the camp counselor because our son decided to throw a dodge ball at a kids face (on purpose)
5~ our middle monkey dropped ice cream all over the freshly mopped floor~ not just ice cream but the little bits of flash frozen dip-n-dots that melted all over the floor in about 1.2 seconds
6~ the soccer mom mobile has been acting up
7~ summer is only half over~ that's a double edged sword right there, and I have no more summer adventure ideas left for the monkeys!
8~ and about a hundred other little things flying around like little swarms of gnats irritating the crap out of me...

 I know that this is all just part of life's dips and turns, and tomorrow I'll try to find the silver lining, the rainbow after the storm and whatever other little trite saying there is, but for today all I really want to do is check into a hotel, order room service, watch tv and lay around in my pajamas and let someone else worry about all the little things that are driving my crazy lately.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Dear Photograph

I stumbled across this site DearPhotograph.com an I loved the idea and artistry of it.  Taking a photograph of a photograph; reliving the memories, feeling the change from then through now.  It also made me a bit sad.  I wish I had that one constant place in my life.  Part of my envies those who have.  My husbands family still live in the same house he grew up in.  His family has roots that go deep; my family, well not so much.  The pictures also made me long.  A longing for the innocence and joy the past always seems to hold.  



Check the site, it's beautiful.

under the same moon and stars,
ibs

p.s.  disclaimer: none of the photos are mine in anyway legaleeze legaleeze legaleeze....