Ramblings, Senseless and Obsolete

Read this.

I double dog dare you.  It's especially interesting because this is roughly our neck of the woods.

Shameless parently bragging

Please tolerate my parental bragging!

Melanie and a friend have started a band called The Diary. She wrote the lyrics to a song, he wrote the guitar part and together they worked out the melody.

Last night they recorded it and posted it to the groups myspace page. It's the first song--Puppettier. Give it a listen! I think it is great!!!!! Puppettier.

Update

I realized I have been remiss in giving updates. My FIL is home from the hospital. All things considered, he is doing well. He is going to have to have a heart valve replacement. But right now we don't know if this is weeks or months away. In a couple weeks he will go back to his cardiologist. At that point he will get a lot more info and instructions about driving and going back to work and all. But we are all grateful.

Things have been crazy trying to catch up around here. Sigh. Just vegging this weekend. Thankful vegging.

Crazy crazy week!

I don't know whether I am coming or going! Eric's dad was hospitalized a week ago. Irregular heartbeat, low blood pressure. Then he couldn't breathe. So he was put on the ventalator for a day or so. He is off that, and yesterday they also took him off all his IVs also. His heart beat is still irregular. Tomorrow they are going to try to shock his heart in hopes that this will "reset" everything. So prayers are appreciated. The hospital he is in is almost an hour and a half from here. Eric is spending a great deal of time there. So I feel like the kids and I are just trying to keep up here. And of course it has been a busy week at the studio. But we will come through this and everything will be fine. It just makes for some extremely hectic time! I've got to-do lists from this week that I can't even find much less check anything off the list!!!! On top of it all, we have been experiencing flooding since last week. Roads have been closed and it has made nagivating difficult at times. Last weekend I had to keep the older kids at home and they were very frustrated by the mom-impossed quarentine. Such is life though, eh? Thankfully our home is fine and hasn't taken on water. But many in our area have had it bad.

So have you read "the secret?"

You know "The Secret," right? Oprah has talked about it therefore it must be "bigger than Jesus."

It's all about putting what you want "out there" for "The Universe" and positive thinking and all that mumbo jumbo. Yada yada blah blah blah.

Okay. That sounds filled with mockery. I believe it. I say it differently. As a man thinks in his heart, so he is. But I do believe this.

And in an effort to be less Eeyore, (remember my friend?) I have been trying to actively practice the theories of The Secret and recover the positive person I used to be. This has been going on for a few months now. And I feel much better. Happier. Positive. Less victim of the world being tossed to and fro by chance.

Anyway. Last Thursday was my first day at the studio last week. (Those 2 day work weeks are a bitch!) As I got there in the morning, I was turning on lights and turning up the thermostat and hanging the open sign, and turning on the music and all that stuff. And I looked at this one particular spot in the floor and thought to myself, "This is where I need a table. A small table would fit here and I could display the brag books and other stuff and this would be a perfect spot for it."

Then it was out of my mind. Just a fleeting random thought in the moment.

An hour or two later, my new favorite antiques wholesaler (doesn't everyone have one of those) came into the studio and told me he was cleaning out the truck to get ready to go to some antique show and found a table I might be interested in. He had parked his van in front of the studio. I walked out with him, he put it on the sidewalk and quoted what I thought was a reasonable price. I said I'll take it, wrote a check and he put it in the spot I thought needed a table.

It didn't really occur to me the magnitude of what had happened in the whole "The Secret" scheme of things. But I was a happy camper.

Then Eric came to bring me lunch because I was very busy at the studio. I showed him my new table. And he was shocked. "So you mean to tell me that you now have a door to door table salesman?"

"Well, yeah. I guess I do!" Doesn't everybody?

Now excuse my while I look at my wrist and think in passing how a nice 3 ct. diamond tennis bracelet would look on it. And I'll need to turn the porch light on for the salesman.