Just about every morning on my way to work, Oasis comes on the radio and gets in my head. Not an unpleasant experience by any means, but 'tis starting to get old.
I accidently saw the Budweiser Clydsdales (sp?) on both Wednesday and Thursday. I think they're overrated and look very uncomfortable.
Cliff and I are going to the NEW BUSCH STADIUM on Wednesday. Pujols is back in the game and it's gonna be a party. Go Cards!!!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Here and now
I'm not the kind of woman who is easily satisfied with the present tense. In fact, I've spent most of my life yearning for some point in the distance, some magic date upon which the world of toil I currently occupy will melt away into paradise. I pretend I know these dates and I look forward to them with great anticipation. My made-up dates come and go, never delivering on their promises, and so I ascribe mystical properties to yet another date and sit and wait and let life pass me by.
No more.
In recent weeks, I've had a revelation. Life, right now, is good. I no longer wish for some future point on the horizon but enjoy the present for all it's worth. I have a job I love and a man who meets my persistent attention needs while refusing to spoil me. I smile and laugh more than I have any right to. I can honestly characterize my life with joy.
And I don't say that because everything is going my way. I'm still frustrated by the drudge of life and feelings of inadequacy. Yet I know that God has my future in His hands and He's given me the present as a lavish gift.
There are a few dates on my horizon to which I look forward (most notably a long-awaited Cardinals game at the NEW Busch Stadium), but I no longer pin on them utopian properties they cannot possibly fulfill. Instead, I let tomorrow worry about itself. This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be GLAD IN IT.
No more.
In recent weeks, I've had a revelation. Life, right now, is good. I no longer wish for some future point on the horizon but enjoy the present for all it's worth. I have a job I love and a man who meets my persistent attention needs while refusing to spoil me. I smile and laugh more than I have any right to. I can honestly characterize my life with joy.
And I don't say that because everything is going my way. I'm still frustrated by the drudge of life and feelings of inadequacy. Yet I know that God has my future in His hands and He's given me the present as a lavish gift.
There are a few dates on my horizon to which I look forward (most notably a long-awaited Cardinals game at the NEW Busch Stadium), but I no longer pin on them utopian properties they cannot possibly fulfill. Instead, I let tomorrow worry about itself. This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be GLAD IN IT.
Monday, June 12, 2006
"The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in"
Sometimes life is an absolute party.
Holiday World. Now that's a great place. Basically, Holiday World is my childhood. It's an amusement park in the middle of NoWheresVille, IN (actually Santa Claus, IN). You drive through random cornfields and all of a sudden there's this huge parking lot and a lake and a roller coaster. You enter the park and its an extravaganza of fattening food and holiday-themed delights. Oh, and there's also a waterpark... the largest in Indiana. Oh man.
Yesterday Cliff and I indulged in a day at the park, lunch, and unlimited free soft drinks/sunscreen on his employer's dime. Nice. We rode the new roller coaster (a bit long for my taste... it's pretty bad when you get bored on a roller coaster and want it to end) and all the water slides. My favorite was Zinga, where an enclosed slide spits you out into this funnel-like pipe. We got hit by a mid-afternoon rain shower while waiting for one slide, but we were wet anyway, so no big.
The wildest part of the day came toward the end when we decided to make one more go on the classic Frightful Falls. This ride has been around for as long as I've been going to Holiday World and is basically just a 20 or so ft. drop. As our log-shaped vessel began its coveyer ascent, we heard this nasty pop and the ride shut down. Ride attendants and security guards started running to our rescue, all while the song "Celebrate" blasted from a nearby speakerbox. No one got hurt and it was more funny/ironic than scary.
Hooray for summer!
Holiday World. Now that's a great place. Basically, Holiday World is my childhood. It's an amusement park in the middle of NoWheresVille, IN (actually Santa Claus, IN). You drive through random cornfields and all of a sudden there's this huge parking lot and a lake and a roller coaster. You enter the park and its an extravaganza of fattening food and holiday-themed delights. Oh, and there's also a waterpark... the largest in Indiana. Oh man.
Yesterday Cliff and I indulged in a day at the park, lunch, and unlimited free soft drinks/sunscreen on his employer's dime. Nice. We rode the new roller coaster (a bit long for my taste... it's pretty bad when you get bored on a roller coaster and want it to end) and all the water slides. My favorite was Zinga, where an enclosed slide spits you out into this funnel-like pipe. We got hit by a mid-afternoon rain shower while waiting for one slide, but we were wet anyway, so no big.
The wildest part of the day came toward the end when we decided to make one more go on the classic Frightful Falls. This ride has been around for as long as I've been going to Holiday World and is basically just a 20 or so ft. drop. As our log-shaped vessel began its coveyer ascent, we heard this nasty pop and the ride shut down. Ride attendants and security guards started running to our rescue, all while the song "Celebrate" blasted from a nearby speakerbox. No one got hurt and it was more funny/ironic than scary.
Hooray for summer!
Saturday, June 03, 2006
"Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent"
In this morning's Courier & Press, I read a rather disturbing AP piece on some feminists take on the career move of ABC anchor Elizabeth Vargas. In the article, Jocelyn Noveck reports the reactions of a few agenda-driven women to Vargas' decision to focus on her family. Their take: the prospect that a powerful, successful woman cannot balance a career and family must mean that women of today still cannot "have it all." Poor babies.
I consider myself a feminist in the traditional sense. I believe women should have the right to equal pay and respect if they so choose to enter the workforce. I also believe a woman's decision to stay home for the good of her family should be respected and not subjected to conspiratorial scrutiny from a small but very vocal sect of feminists.
The feminists noted in the piece claimed Vargas was forced to step down by higher ups (although they had no evidence of this and Vargas herself denies it). President of the so-called Feminist Majority Foundation Eleanor Smeal bemoans the vestiges of patriarchal oppression calling Vargas' move "a demotion" and asking, "Is this a return to the days when it was tougher for women to get ahead?"
The answer, Ms. Smeal, is no. Vargas herself proves that getting ahead as a woman is not impossible. Success is difficult for anyone, but if you're going to make a broad statement like that, please account for the successes of Katie Couric, Barbara Walters, Diane Sawyer, and the countless other women I see in cable news anchor seats. The truth is that many women value relationships over the corporate ladder. When the time comes to decide between the two (and I know from experience that high-track journalism and family cannot coexist in an egalitarian partnership), these women choose family not because Patriarchy made them do it but because, get this, they want to.
I consider myself a feminist in the traditional sense. I believe women should have the right to equal pay and respect if they so choose to enter the workforce. I also believe a woman's decision to stay home for the good of her family should be respected and not subjected to conspiratorial scrutiny from a small but very vocal sect of feminists.
The feminists noted in the piece claimed Vargas was forced to step down by higher ups (although they had no evidence of this and Vargas herself denies it). President of the so-called Feminist Majority Foundation Eleanor Smeal bemoans the vestiges of patriarchal oppression calling Vargas' move "a demotion" and asking, "Is this a return to the days when it was tougher for women to get ahead?"
The answer, Ms. Smeal, is no. Vargas herself proves that getting ahead as a woman is not impossible. Success is difficult for anyone, but if you're going to make a broad statement like that, please account for the successes of Katie Couric, Barbara Walters, Diane Sawyer, and the countless other women I see in cable news anchor seats. The truth is that many women value relationships over the corporate ladder. When the time comes to decide between the two (and I know from experience that high-track journalism and family cannot coexist in an egalitarian partnership), these women choose family not because Patriarchy made them do it but because, get this, they want to.
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