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Dreaming

dawn — Sat, 30 May 2009 10:28:56 +0000

In our latest round of “What School Should Bel Attend?” I was struck with one thought. Part of me would love to put her in front of Sponge Bob for hours a day. Let her eat nothing but junk, never read a non-fiction book, buy her every ‘of the moment’ outfit and accessory, fill her ears with Hannah Montana, and never ever talk about the real world.
The goal of which being? Part of me longs for her to have a life of the carefree masses. The ones who think our politicians vote representing the constituents who elected them. The ones who don’t think lobbyists make a mockery of the concept of ‘greater good’. The ones who think our planet is not in trouble. The ones who don’t recycle, save water or energy, and feel nothing as they toss yards of plastic wrap in landfills every day. The ones who think we have a strong justice system. The ones who think, or rather the ones who don’t think. Not often and not for themselves.
Then again, I don’t think even aggressive attempts to turn my girl into a flibbertigibbet would make a difference in the end. She’s pretty smart and tuned-in for a 5 year old. She finds her own humor and lightness in the world, drawing it out literally from the people around her.

Ahh… Mexico

dawn — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 14:57:00 +0000

I was just eating lunch with the kids, daydreaming about vacations in Mexico.
The fresh pitchers of watermelon, cantaloupe, pineapple, and orange juices every morning. We don’t drink nearly enough melon juices here in the U.S.

Day Dreaming

dawn — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 18:49:38 +0000

Once in a while, I like to look at the job market.
While checking out a site listing marketing jobs in Minnesota, I found this.
Swine Marketing Nutritionist.
Department Name – Commercial & Lifestyle Business – Swine
Business Unit – Feed
Wow. Must have a Ph.D. in Swine Nutrition, which is funny, because I think pigs will eat anything. Slop. I mean, I used to work in catering and we used to scrape all the dishes into these big red barrels, that the pig farmers would come pick up a couple times a week. Yes, we threw pork in there. There’s something wrong with that. That and the fact that the barrels weren’t refrigerated. Iew.
Now, the real kicker is the top requirement: Must be creative and futuristic in thinking
Um… futuristic. Like, what we’ll feed pigs in space? (Muppet reference intentional.)
Crazy.

Today, Five Years Ago, I Married This Man

dawn — Sat, 23 Jun 2007 01:29:21 +0000

Five years. It is so cliche, but I honestly can’t believe it. I’ve known him since January 1993, we’ve been on quite an interesting journey together (and sometimes apart) during the years since then.
Talking about our life together, without talking about the children, is difficult now. Seems like I’ve aged 20 years in the last 4 years. Many more than in the previous 10. Confused yet?
Me, too.
I’m just not up for going into all the gushy mushy stuff today. Suffice it to say, we had the coolest wedding ever, and the adventure never stops. Never a dull moment with you, Jenkins.
I love you. Love your dreaming and scheming. Happily ever after.