March 16, 2007
-
FRIDAY FIVE
1. How do you feel about teeter-totters?
I
must say I never think of teeter-totters unless I’m at the park and see
one. I don’t actually have a very good feeling about them. Too
unpredictable and too hard to sit on one end as an adult with a small
child at the other end. Kind of like an ostrich doing knee bends.
2. What is something you otter get done this weekend?
Mow my lawn – unbelievable how fast it starts to grow instantly at the
first sign of spring. The plot is to get my 15-year-old grandson over
here on Sunday and start him on a regimen of doing my yardwork all
summer this year. This will give me a good chance to spend time and see
what’s going on in his mysterious teenage brain.
3. Who’s someone who seemed normal when you first met but got odder and odder as you got to know him or her? Why that would be me – I’ve become so odd as I’ve gotten to know myself that I think I might just excommunicate myself.
4. Thinking of your mother: What’s something that always awed her?
My mother was ecstatic when feminism came along. She was already in
mid-life, but then she began to keep records of all the jobs she did
around the house and what she should be paid for them. She never did
get paid, but she pointed it out a lot. She admired all political
activists but especially of the “we are women hear us roar” variety.
5. What is your favorite small, furry, non-domesticated animal?
Probably the cub size of just about anything – once they get bigger
they bite bigger and acquire rabies and other delights. A mole dug its
way straight through my front yard last month, leaving large piles of
dirt in a defiant row. I’m told they never come above ground but eat
worms as they go along. They probably rank at the bottom of my small
furry favorite list.
Deep Thought: “I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it.”
Today I am grateful for: Being able to speak
Guess the Movie:
“I can’t seem to stop singing wherever I am. And what’s worse, I can’t
seem to stop saying things – anything and everything I think and feel.” Answer: The Sound of Music, 1965. Winner: pray14me.
Chest presses, not breaths, help CPR
By MARILYNN MARCHIONE AP Medical Writer
The Associated Press
Chest
compression — not mouth-to-mouth resuscitation — seems to be the key in
helping someone recover from cardiac arrest, according to new research
that further bolsters advice from heart experts. (Rest of article here.)
Comments (26)
re:odd ppl
i have met more odd people than i have met “normal” people…
where are the normal people?
or maybe, i’ve just met more people who are not like me than are like me (or like i am) –
don’t we all want to be with people who think the same way we do? hmm…
The Sound of Music is one of my all time favorite musicals and movies. It was nice of you to drop by recently… I haven’t heard from you in awhile.
Hugs, Tricia
ROFL at the parody of the Herb Alpert album cover!
and good to see the five is alive and well!
great post!
thanks for the smiles
I have to agree with buttermelon. Whenever I meet someone who seems normal? They seem very odd indeed.
The Sound of Music is a winner!
Last teeter-totter I remember seeing was in the mid 50s, was fun then unless you were the recipient of a joke like someone on the other end jumping off.
Mow your lawn? you have to be kidding. Still a foot of snow and the ground is frozen 3 feet deep.
Nothing odder than an otter. I just felt like saying that. Howya doin’, hon?
Funny, remember ‘cherry bumps’ on teeter tooters, why did they call it that anyway….our community has almost replaced every teeter tooter with some other kind of ‘safe’ park toy. Grandkids…I’m a ways off but maybe that will be my salvation to getting ahead of the ‘list’ around here. And about the ‘list’ your mom had, I am so starting one of thoughs today!! Love the deep thought. Take care, Kiley
at least, when your 15 year old grandson is mowing the lawn for you, he’s learning how to work for someone (until he figures out of to be self-employed and make himself rich) and be responsible.
Teeter-totters…kind of a sad remembrance of always moving and not knowing anyone to be at the other end…….
RYC: Indeed, the 12-step program (CODA) has changed my life. (I also have a therapist and psychiatrist to round things out). PS–I just finished my 5th step, btw–it was a long and hard one for me
I remember very clearly, as a kid, the thump as my butt hit landed, after being unexpectedly “abandoned” on a teeter-totter. Never a favorite.
I pruned my apple trees this weekend and de-thatched my lawn, but I left taxes untouched. I believe we have some rain coming, much better suited to taxes than sunny, 70 degree spring days.
What would you excommunicate yourself from? I started out odd, but it seems like the rest of the world is becoming odder. It’s a little discomfiting.
My mother was awed by the beauty of her garden when it had matured. She could open the drapes, lie in bed and take it all in.
Chipmunks, in the wild, are probably my favorites. Moles in my garden are my least favorite. In another 2 months, the young will be leaving their nests, wrecking havoc as they go. All part of the cycle, but a messy, destructive part.
I’m replying to you after AGES, and I’m extremely sorry, but I loved your comment. You said that I have a ‘wide ranging intellect.’ That made me feel GREAT! = D Thanks!
teeter totter takes trust. I pride myself on being trustworthy at the end of one. Oh yes, I’ve been bounced, but it’s been a long long time since I dropped anyone’s butt on the hard ground. On the other hand, I confess that I trapped moles all summer. They are killed almost instantly by the traps. Yes, I feel somewhat guilty about it, but they were destroying my trees last year, digging around the roots. As long as they stay in the pasture, they are safe, but I suppose it’s a rather cruel fate for the ones who stray into the yard. Do these two disparate bits of me make sense? Odder and Odder.
1) A year ago, I would have loved being on a teeter-totter. Now? I think I’d barf.
2) I wasn’t home this past weekend (the only sunshine we had happened while we were gone). I probably would have finished by course syllabus.
3) Yes, my father. But that’s part of his charm.
4) My mother loves new kitchen gadgets. And if they are electric, all the better. I remember her falling in love with the new electric can-opener (this was a while ago, eh?). And now? She uses a hand-held device.
5) Squirrels. We have a family of squirrels in our yard. We feed them and love them (from a distance). At our last house, we could feed them from our hands.
I can’t wait to smell fresh cut lawns. Nothing smells better than that.
We have moles too. UGH… I think we have finally gotten rid of them though. Ugly little things they are. Have a wonderful day.
PINEAPPLE
Hey there, Stopped by to wish you happy Spring. Enjoyed the visit as always. Take care
#5…. I like all baby animals too. <grin>
*sparkle
Have a great week!
RYC: You live much too far away for me to come fix your place up. If you ever move east about 1200 miles, look me up.
Big day today. Pressing flesh in Palm Beach Gardens, probably succumbing to pressure to contribute more cash on the last day of the quarter. Here’s to Barack Obama. The country needs him. The world needs him.
I love the take off on the Herb Alpert album cover. Teeter Totters aren’t really a grown up thing do you think? It’s been my experience if I’m at the park I’m taking a young one and teeter tottering doesn’t work too well. Bad visions from Young Frankenstein come to mind. And just how in the world did you end up on my site?!
fair enough!
I love teeter totters. My grandparents had one.