I have discovered that I tend to overestimate the level of friendships in my life. Sometimes it even makes me wonder if I really ever knew the people in my life I had always considered to be close friends. I look back and ask myself if I ever really knew them at all. I've also discovered that I still have that tendency as some of the people I consider close friends don't really react in the same manner. Ergo, I must have overestimated that relationship, right? It's a somewhat embarrassing realization.

Welcome 2011

A new year. These days just seem to fly past me. It seems like the past 10 years have just ripped right along. Where did all the time go? The passing of the seasons makes me start to think about the coming year, what I want to do this year. Already I'm starting to plan the gardens and the livestock situation. I've brought in a trio of meat rabbits, Californians to be precise. I want to see about some chicks for meat this year, but also would like to get out my incubator again this year. The gosling hatch last year was a lot of fun and quite successful really, over 50% hatch rate. I don't know what to hatch this year though... turkeys? chickens? goslings? something else entirely? I don't know yet.

I would like to get my shed built this year, it's been sitting on the porch for 3 years now, just waiting. I want to replace all my metal pans in the rabbitry with plastic too. I want to straighten up the inside and outside of my home so that it is more presentable. I want to find a bunk bed that will work for my youngest pair and arrange their room so that it will fit! I would like to have all the children sleeping in their own beds by the end of this year!

A lot to do, and only a year in which to do it!

Let it Snow!

The house is snugged up tight,
The hot chocolate is mixed up just right,
There is no place we need to go,
So let it snow!

The bunnies are in the basement warm,
A dog in a sweater has become the norm,
And everyone's bundled up just so,
So let it snow!

Snow cream is on the menu soon,
Knitting, crocheting, and holiday tunes,
Sledding and shoveling and snowmen, whoa!
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!

Holiday Bustle

You know, for someone like me, the holidays are probably the most difficult time of all. I'm constantly surrounded and bombarded by people who enjoy it for reasons completely different than my own. Every year the stress of the holiday increases for me. I would honestly love nothing more than to simply ignore this holiday and treat it as nothing more than any other day. I don't believe in the religious aspects anyhow, so all the "reason for the season" crap that you hear spewed all over the place doesn't really apply to me. Yes I enjoy the holiday, usually. But it's not for the same reasons that religious folk do. I like all the pagan traditions: the tree, the jolly figure of Santa, the stockings and the gifts (though I prefer giving to receiving). I enjoy the music and the light displays and the foods. What I just can't take anymore is the stress. Stress from trying to have something to give my children, but also to give our extended family (because David would never hear of "let's just give to the kids this year"). Then there's the cleaning, the cooking, the decorating, the keeping the small children away from all the highly fragile heirloom decorations. Not to mention the constant bickering among the children. Arguing about how big a tree we should get. Whining about when am I going to bring up the decorations. Honestly, this season brings out the worst in so many!

Then there's the day itself. Last year was horrible for me. Even though I was not employed, I went to a lot of trouble getting things for the children. Yet it was not enough. So I couldn't even enjoy the day. I'm telling you, the sooner I can stop celebrating, the better.

You know what's interesting, I'm pretty good at standing up for myself to most people. I won't take criticism without a fight and rarely back down from confrontation. Except where it concerns my own parent. On the other hand though, I don't know many children, regardless of their age or advanced maturity who aren't affected at least in some part by their parent's opinion. It's even more interesting to watch the cycle as it repeats completely without knowledge of all parties. I can see the cycle, my mother, cannot and would be completely mortified and antagonistically/aggressively deny any such associations with her own mother. I know, because in the past if I've pointed out similarities to her, she vehemently and viciously denies to the point of anger that she has anything in common with her own parent.

I am an animal lover, I have been since childhood. I was restrained by parentage while young, less so by marriage, though still somewhat restrained. I have a brain and common sense, I'm not an idiot. David offered me a choice of holiday gift: an Ipad or a puppy. The puppies are purebred (non-papered) Labradors. The Ipad, in my opinion, is too much of a gift, I don't want it. Not when I can barely give a decent holiday to my children. We have bills that should take priority also. The puppy is a much more reasonably priced gift, though the long lifespan and accumulated upkeep costs of years would certainly far outweigh that of the ipad's single expense. Not to mention the training involved: housebreaking, basic obedience, and harness. Then there's the inevitable shedding and potential bad habits (chewing, barking, jumping up on people/furniture), and the fleas that we have mostly been able to avoid. However, it's the first time in our entire relationship that he has offered me an animal as a gift. So I choose to cherish this rare moment.

I made the mistake of mentioning my dilemma to my mother. I hadn't mentioned it to anyone else as I was torn between wanting the pup and my more practical side telling me to not accept, that it was not the right time. The moment I let it be known to my mother that he was offering me a puppy, her comment was "you don't need another mouth to feed." Thank you very much, however, the number of mouths in this household to be fed are none of your business. I was merely sharing my conundrum, not requesting her opinions on the matter. Whether or not she's right is completely beside the point.

I know it's been awhile, but I was sitting here and listening to Ari play a Katy Perry song called Firework and something occurred to me. I just viewed the video of that song earlier today, and while I have always enjoyed the tune, I never really paused to truly listen to the lyrics. It's actually fairly impressive prose and a powerful message to young people everywhere. Very much to my surprise, I learned that Katy wrote that song herself. My impression of her as a person increased as a result.

I won't pretend to be impressed with everything every entertainer does. Some of them are reprehensible in the extreme. Most of them are not the kind of examples I want my girls to be setting up for hero-worship. Many of them create works of 'art' that are not of their own minds, and all too often, the message gets buried beneath lewdness that utterly destroys the basic meaning. It's disappointing since so many of these people are handed the opportunity to do the right thing. To set the example for the next generation. To step up and actually be the hero. To show girls they don't have to starve themselves to be beautiful. That they don't have to be addicted to drugs, sex, or alcohol to have a good time. I feel like in most cases, they see nothing beyond their own selfish worlds.

Very rarely, one of these people will take a step above and out of the general melee, and show themselves to be genuinely worthy of their fans. Katy Perry has impressed me today. We'll see how long she's able to hold onto that. If you haven't heard the song or seen the video yet, I urge you to take a look at her piece titled 'Firework'.

Oh, and ignore the sparks that appear to be shooting out of her breasts, I'm of the inclination that was poor planning on the part of the video director. Though it's good for a laugh!

Why women live longer than men

A long time ago I was sent an e-mail about why women live longer than men, and while I can't find the exact message, I can recall a good bit of what was in it. It went something like this:

A man and a woman were sitting together watching television. The woman stands up and announces that she's going to bed. She then goes into the kitchen and washes the few dishes in the sink and wipes down the counters. She moves a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer and starts another load washing. She notices the mail lying on her desk and remembers she wanted to pay a few bills and writes a note for her child for the next day's school field trip. She then remembers that she really should pack a lunch for her child, so she goes back into the kitchen and fixes up the bagged lunch. She then gets out hamburger to thaw from the freezer for the next day's meal. About this time the husband calls out, "I thought you were going to bed?" To which she replies that she is. She then goes into the bathroom and takes a shower, brushes her teeth, cleans her face, applies moisturizer, and shaves her legs. She peeks in on her child and picks up a few scattered toys and clothing garments and adds them to the laundry basket. About this time the husband stands up and announces he's going to bed. He turns off the television and goes to bed. The woman then notices there's some dust on the tv and goes to get a dust-rag. She folds the basket of clothing and puts everything away. Finally she goes and lays down for bed.

So the reason women live longer than men? Well of course, she still has so much to do!