Wednesday, February 3, 2010

5 Minutes to blog time?

I have decided to link my love for blogging with 5 minutes on the treadmill. My family hates my blogging. I should be at their beck and call at all times. I have given myself excuses to blog and whatever they say, I don't let it phase me. Now, I am getting like that about my treadmill. I've gotten up to 7 whole minutes. Selfish minutes. Mine, mine, mine. Something I do that I like that is for me! I am grateful and now, I am walking in the house, in their complete view, they could ask me anything else to do, but, no, I am walking.
We are a team. Evvy is my cheer leader, "Shake those butter buds off", is the motto. There is a lot of butter to shake off, from Christmas. I need a chisel or a jackhammer to work on it.LOL for now it will be working up from 5 minutes to blog time. Determinations as every year before. My step routine with Michael Jackson, has gone by the wayside, as I nurse a semi aching knee. The steps in my house are too used to spend that time on there anyway. Next is the treadmill, a blessing from the Lord and the stationary bike, at home. I love it. It is just what I always wanted. We have an exercise room at work, but the scenery is so beautiful that I would rather be outside than on the treadmill, there.
The angels of rain, have swept away most of the snow and their rug doctor is so efficient to make all of our gardens look more beautiful than ever. We have a horrible stain of oil on our driveway from the car. I bought some stuff to clean it, but we need a power wash to really get it clean. The angels sent nearly a power wash these past couple of days. I couldn't have done it better. I am really looking forward to Spring, even though I didn't invest in bulbs to have them blooming in my garden: I have some precious gardening neighbors that I depend on to lift my spirits.
I missed the after Christmas parties around the neighborhood. We have a neighbor that has a room of trains set up for the holidays. My children saw it; I was laid out from the overtime, at work. I am sorry that I missed it. Now, the views of land and sky amaze me and I am inspired by some small natural wonder daily. I can really see what John Denver meant, when he said "He was born, in the summer of his 27th year". Coming home to dirt and sky is like a birth.

1 comment:

Joanne Bodden said...

Hey Jayne, Is it too late to plane bulbs? I hope not

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.