Pioneer Confessions

Try visiting The Pioneer Woman (in Links) sometime. I am dying to try her recipe for Cinnamon Rolls. They look gooey, warm, spicy, tasty and altogether yummy. I'm gonna wait until I either have a large hungry group of visitors around or until I have had a full week of strenuous exercise and deserve the 1500 calories per bite they undoubtedly have. Because I have NO WILLPOWER. If I've cooked it, then I've tasted it. If I've baked it, then I will go to any lengths to make sure the entire batch is slurped up as soon as possible.

I'm not as young (chronologically) as the "Mommy Bloggers" that I love to read. Some of them weren't even born when I met my sweetie. They are in the process of stressing about turning thirty-eight. Ha!

They truly don't need to worry about aging. Why? 'Cause the Baby Boomers are changing the landscape of aging. We've changed everything else throughout our lives, so why not aging? The Boomers don't feel old or elderly or over-the-hill or anything else, but young and eager.

I know I'm in better shape now than I was when I was in my Thirties. I'm stronger and more fit. I'm more adventurous. I'm smarter about my choices. I'm loving every bit of life. After a summer of walking hills for fun and exercise, I even love my buns. That alone is an accomplishment.

Part of feeling young is being around kindergarten moms year after year. I feel like they are my contemporaries, when in fact I may be closer in age to their mothers. They and their children truly keep me young. I'm occasionally shocked when I realize how many years separate us. (I know now what my mom meant when she said she was surprised to realize she wasn't seventeen anymore.) Then I'm shocked when I meet a kindergarten parent who is actually older than I am! I may feel young, but I'm not crazy enough to think I deserve a five-year-old in the house.

I freely admit that I lie about my age. I think that age-ism is alive and well, unfortunately. I don't want anyone to stereotype me because of my chronological age. I want every opportunity that any young adult has available. I like the kindergarten guesses about how many birthday candles are on my cake. I don't think anyone has guessed more than twenty-odd candles yet in seven years.

Or maybe it's my age that lies about me. I don't think that we match at all. Yes, I need reading glasses and my hair color may be slightly different than Mother Nature's currently choosing, but I feel like I'm evolving in some way that doesn't involve age. Does that make sense? Maybe it's something spiritual horizons that I'm heading towards. Maybe I've always been something of an old soul and now I'm caught up and exploring other dimensions. Whatever. It works for me.

Let's just forget age and judge each other by our aspirations.

A Woman's Place...

...Is in the House. With a gavel in her hand, a glowing smile on her face, surrounded by grandchildren galore, and two heartbeats away from the Presidency.

I love it that Nancy Pelosi is unabashedly liberal. The "L" word as many smug conservatives have been calling it in print and on TV for way too long. I happen to think it's a compliment. Liberals change things. Like extending Civil Rights and championing underdog farm workers in the 60s. I think we could use a few changes.

Liberal and from California, haven for bleeding heart tree-huggers. Except for the gavel, the grandchildren and the heartbeats--I could be her.

Watching the change of power in DC gave me a thrill. The hopeful kind. Yes, I'm a Democrat, but I've voted for plenty of Republicans over the years if I thought they were the better choice. Which is another way of saying I have nothing against Republicans per se. However, for too many years, I have watched two branches of our government collaborating so closely that honest disagreement was branded unpatriotic.

Disagreement is our national right. Heck, it's our national duty. One commentator yesterday said that peaceful handoff of power is a hallmark of our democracy. I agree, but I think that the right to disagree, gripe, bitch, swear, and heckle (or more importantly, acknowledging that as our right) is also a hallmark.

So let's hope for some disagreement. The conservative bobble-head majority in Congress is gone. Let's stir the pot. We have some messy situations that need some creative solutions and the previous group of problem-solvers turned out to be a bunch of brown-nosers.

Let's hear it for controversy. Let's open up options. Let's see what we can do together after we listen to the other side. I want to be proud of the U.S. again. I want us to be the guys who do the right thing, the moral thing, the stand up thing.

I'm hopeful.

FYI

Rain is wet. Rain splashes. Rain creates mud. Snow is dry, light, fluffy. Snow is pretty. (Yeah, I know... same ol', same ol', you've heard it all before...I'm just saying.)

In either instance, the house is warm and dry and very homelike with the recuperating puppy lounging in her basket. I don't know how long she'd been holding things in but she was very relieved to see grass when we brought her home again this morning.

Yesterday, I actually worked on crafts all day, cooked dinner, worried about the pup and still had enough energy left to give my sweetie some kisses and a backrub. Vacation is wonderful! No stress, no alarm clocks, no schedule. I loved it when I had kids at home and I love it now. I've been rolling out of bed around ten a.m. (!) and enjoying every second of getting up late.

I don't get the newspaper, instead I spend my mornings reading through my daily blog list. Just a few of them:

• Breed'em and Weep--I think I've been reading about Jenn's lovely family the longest and did my best to help vote her into Best Parenting Blog stardom. Her writing is inspired!
• The Mater--the writing talent is apparently hereditary, and she plays accordian too.
• Bunny Burrow--thank God for SOMEONE who reads my blog and comments.
• {crazyjen}--this girl lives for her camera, and she has the cutest nephew on the planet.
• Rocks in My Dryer--discovered recently as another Best Parenting Blog finalist.

I think five are enough for today.

Fingers Crossed

I'm in dog withdrawal. Every little sound, I look over to see what the pooch is up to and no puppy! And I have to wait till tomorrow morning to see her.

I'm also being a worry wart. Kharma is at the vet's and while I know that spaying is common and safe, in my mind it's major surgery and I feel like I should be there waiting for the vet to come in and tell me she came through fine. I know I'm going to break down soon and give them a call and ask how she's doing.

Hey, Kharma is family. I'll be there first thing in the morning to pick her up (knock wood) and bring her home to coddle with yummy treats and cuddle up quietly with her on the rug and fuss over her little shaved tummy and stitches.

Thank heavens that dogs seem to pass lightly over the events we find so traumatic. Eleven puppies? Give me a quiet spot and thirty minutes and I'll crank them right out and clean them up and give them supper. One of them isn't breathing? I'll just push it into this corner and deal with it later; the others need an extra lick or two right now. Hysterectomy? No problem, glad to be home, sorry I can't jump on you right now, could you possibly wait till tomorrow and then we can go on a five-hour hike.

I'm know it'll go smoothly, but...I'm just being a dog mommy/worry-wart/supertitious hope-er.

Now and Then

The New Year started with a bang. Actually 20 minutes of firework booms and pops that we watched and heard from our window upstairs. And our neighbor with the annoying backyard light that shines directly into our house called this morning to say she is replacing it with a regular, non-flood, simple outdoor light. Hurray! Perhaps 2007 is gonna be a good one.

I'm hoping so. I don't feel any safer with Saddam departed. I've had two friends lose sons to the Iraq war in 2006 and I don't know what to say to them. If our own country can't clean up after Katrina within a year, then I don't think Bagdad has a prayer. TSI and Homeland Security have still not figured out how to see bombs and weapons through the giftwrap and ribbons. Election badmouthing hit a new slimy belly-dragging low. Save Darfur is a private campaign because why?

Still...I know the new Majority Whip is a good guy. I'm encouraged that electorate recognized that absolute power was corrupting absolutely and acted accordingly. Even W had to pay attention. More animals got adopted due to online sites like Petfinder.com. Farmers' Markets are proliferating. The Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation is setting the standard for altruism and bringing hope to orphan causes. Neighbors are looking out for each other and five-year-olds are still innocent and sweet and learning to use their words to solve problems on the playground.

I've always loved new beginnings. Fresh clean notebooks at the start of the semester. Pressed clothes awaiting the first day of school. An unread novel. A new friend. A trip. The first flower of Spring and the first rose of Summer.

2007 is giving us a clean slate. It's up to us to decide what is written in the coming 365 days. What is important? What is right? What is kind? In my world, in my country, in my community, in my home. It's good that we have a New Year. We need one or we'd just plug along in our regular routines and never stop to look around critically to see what changes need making.

And if the past year was frustrating and scary at times, that's nothing new, especially during times of unresolved wars. Maybe sometimes we need that turbulence to fire us up. It certainly got my attention. I don't know what changes I'll make, but something feels different already. I feel hopeful. If kindergartners can learn to use words to solve problems, then maybe the adults can figure it out too. I can hope. I can help. Welcome, 2007.

Merry to you all

The rascally puppy turned out to be an expert gift unwrapper once we encouraged her. She politely refrained from opening anything other than her own gifts. She loves all her squeaky toys, her new frisbee, her new balls, and a chewy bone. She had to open them all, which kept her out of our way as we opened our own presents! I dog-proofed the lowest part of the tree. There's nothing that can be broken when she cruises through the living room forest making branches sway and ornaments clang together. I tried to put up ornaments that would not be appealing to chew. I could have saved myself the trouble. The tree didn't get decorated until Christmas eve so she wasn't around them long enough to investigate and see if anything would have that appealing crunch. Now she has all her new toys to play with, so the tree seems to be safe even when we leave her downstairs while we go up to check email, blog or read.

It's not over yet. I may not be singing a Christmas carol or wearing red/green/Santa themed clothing, but my heart is still merry and light.

It's the third day of Christmas and the turtle doves are cooing. My backyard has had frequent visits from the mourning doves due to the fact that I dumped thistle from the goldfinch bag all over the back step(I took the bag out upside down). Doves are doves and it doesn't matter if there are three or five. Even better, the finches have discovered the bag and we had six of the little rascals hanging from it this afternoon.

All is calm here on the homefront.

Last Licks

I couldn't leave well enough alone. I found two little frames at the scrapbook store when we were in SLC and I knew at once that they belonged in the dollhouse. (Hey, girl dolls need mirrors.) When the elves were here to load the dollhouse on the sleigh for SoCal, I found a minute to glue on the shiny mirror paper so the new owner can decide where to place her new mirrors. I personally would put the white one in the pink bedroom and the ivory one in the family room, but it's out of my hands now.

And the elves probably wished they had a sleigh and some flying reindeer on their way home...a mild front came through and instead of clear roads with a few flurries, it took hours and hours and hours just to get to Sac.

The Princess is worth it.