tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33155868476918773942024-03-14T01:26:49.548-05:00Reading Between the Lines...Musings from the Heartland on life's absurdities and unsolicited epiphanies~ from this side of 'been there, done that...'Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-47050277073304694992016-07-15T12:37:00.002-05:002016-07-19T00:04:43.284-05:00a message to my mothera message to my mother
in her native tongue
her vessel received
but longings chased deeper
where angst and ritual fears conformed now
the length of her stretching limbs
familiar, too, as the rehearsed holding pattern of her soul
knowing she could solo, to where partnered cups runneth over
escaping ghosts of endings Grimm
if she only could see where to land
instead of waiting for the Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-74500780914833947712013-01-02T21:10:00.000-06:002013-01-02T21:10:22.193-06:00
I live in a techie world- not all of my own design; and with two high-speed high schoolers, and a husband who is physically here, but is truly Linked In to the ethernet, I am smart enough to know that I only know enough to get something started before I seek their expertise (and their ridicule!) So, in a world that's speeding up faster than I can do a Google image search for 'Magic Mike,' Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-87693748537093155632012-12-31T19:21:00.002-06:002012-12-31T19:21:22.589-06:002013Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-83427749752850087652012-12-31T18:49:00.001-06:002012-12-31T18:49:16.952-06:00Resolved
“You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...”
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-23615131866989496342010-07-22T09:24:00.019-05:002015-05-14T11:41:33.653-05:00Gold
Randy Jackson. Coach.
At Robinson Junior High School, from 1979- 1981, I got to know 'Coach.' It was during this time that my siblings and I re-entered the world of public schooling~ and I became like the proverbial child in a candy store. Everything was new and exciting... and tempting. My internal compass had been skewed, albeit briefly, but I was lucky enough to find North again with the Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-91945219910359640992009-02-26T15:38:00.027-06:002017-04-14T15:57:41.217-05:00Movement
As I sit here staring at this blank screen, feeling compelled to write, but wanting to say something worthy of being recorded for posterity (or at least for the duration of this read time), I am not unawares of the movement surrounding me~ though I sit and pretend I can't be reached.
This cozy little space I've carved out for myself (like most dwellings I've adopted and relinquished), where ILindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-77274604548054769252009-02-19T12:53:00.002-06:002009-02-19T12:57:06.818-06:00Wish I had thought of this...I love this technique and am already trying it with my class! Genius!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rALindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-2068836198700582492009-02-05T20:53:00.000-06:002009-02-05T20:55:32.691-06:00... as if it was MY fault...Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-30143037504412034722009-02-04T11:29:00.002-06:002009-02-05T09:54:57.508-06:00Channeling Erma- Incessant Babble (circa 2004)Dear loved ones,Just a brief (you know better than to fall for that) note to make an excuse for my not being in communication lately. Had my first official board meeting for PTO and it went really well (say those in attendance; lest I should ever boast) and everyone commented on the organization and the documentation. As you all who know me, and love me any way, can attest to, I can be a little..Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-72594423066005537862009-02-04T11:28:00.002-06:002009-02-04T11:29:07.542-06:00HungerShe arose to the remnants of red scrambled eggs. Her teen made, and consumed, his brain. Food for thought?Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-90225227145247800112009-02-03T22:52:00.019-06:002015-05-14T11:42:28.016-05:00Random Things that Converge in My Head (FB 25 Things)I know how to play this game. List your 25 things about you that your friends, real or virtual, can't validate for sure about you, or answer on a game show, and create this symbiotic human linking of experience.
Obviously you don't know me, and thus need this 'listing' if you will. I don't like to play by the given rules. Oh, I'll pretend and walk the line just enough, flirting with guidelines asLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-44044156320849567962009-02-03T19:21:00.010-06:002009-02-11T14:59:58.543-06:00Shrink WrapSince 2008 was a year of physical adjustments, I felt it best to start off 2009, with a brief reassessment of the meds that stave off the genetic self-destructive tendencies dispersed fairly linearly, with no preference to gender, through my maternal generations. Hey, Obama's in charge; it's got to be good news... right?Okay, so that's what I'm telling you. What I hoped to prove, under the Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-12227747947096499572009-01-16T08:02:00.018-06:002015-05-14T11:43:16.966-05:00Addendum... to VeniceOne of the great things about aging is that stories are new to us, over and over. Well, at least to me. Just who was Rosebud? Did that Cinderella chick ever live happily ever after?
My memory was refreshed last night when talking to my VSO (Very Significant Other) and he noted that I didn't include anything on my Venice blog regarding one of our first dates, when his car, Leia, drowned. Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-18803487600682329012009-01-14T13:43:00.021-06:002015-05-14T11:43:48.522-05:00Venice
Sinking of Venice?
The buildings of Venice are constructed on closely spaced wood piles, which were imported from the mainland. (Under water, in the absence of oxygen, wood does not decay. It is petrified as a result of the constant flow of mineral-rich water around and through it, so that it becomes a stone-like structure.) The piles penetrate a softer layer of sand and mud until they Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-28785906857967460252009-01-08T14:09:00.012-06:002009-01-14T08:29:36.994-06:00IlluminationThat cyclical nature (making the world go round,) has brought us full circle to a time when when it's expected that we contemplate our journey of the previous year, assess our shortcomings and feel compelled to publicly avow 'be better' in the months to come.And, for the most part, I'm really okay with this reflection period, knowing that if there wasn't a mass focus on it, I'd probably put it Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-3939687042113903582008-12-17T11:28:00.005-06:002008-12-17T14:21:32.105-06:00RawI think I've been worrying too much about my audience to just write. I know we all have an 'audience' we address in our minds when putting pen to paper, but actually having someone really reading these has intimidated me a little.My goal of starting this blog was to just record my ramblings and those voices in my head, so that I could share them with friends who appear to like this kind of Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-85056184830172196262008-12-17T11:21:00.019-06:002009-02-08T20:02:14.710-06:00Ob.jec.ti.fy.ingob·jec·ti·fytr.v. ob·jec·ti·fied, ob·jec·ti·fy·ing, ob·jec·ti·fies1. To present or regard as an object: 2. To make objective, external, or concrete: 5 Syllable words... or phrases:marilyn monroewichita, kansasindependence daygreat expectationsserendipityAttending a birthday karaoke gathering in Johnson Cty., KS recently (at an unlikely, but lively dive), I had the opportunity to drop a 5 syllableLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-16584110194138530712008-12-10T12:14:00.014-06:002008-12-10T21:33:36.605-06:00Sometimes The Spirit Moves Me... to writeSometimes the Spirit Touches Us by James Christensen is one of my favorite pieces of art (that I don't own! Actually, there are many 'favorite' pieces of art that I don't own.) But I was recently (lovingly) chided for my writing being dark~ essentially writing what I know. It did cause me to reflect on why my writings aren't 'chipper,' if you will, especially with this being the season of Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-31809713769216129872008-11-24T11:41:00.004-06:002008-11-24T13:03:40.761-06:00'Please, sir. Can I 'ave some more?'In this season of open gluttonly, I appreciate how you openly invite me (goad me?) to relay more drivel. My mother would (only somewhat tongue-in-cheek) say that 'Enough's as good as plenty," but that was apparently one lesson lost on her firstborn. And obviously not the philosphy embraced in of this land of privilege, as even at this moment plans are being made as to what to do with the Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315586847691877394.post-80076575725192864922008-11-20T12:47:00.007-06:002010-11-11T21:04:11.317-06:00Virginity Relinquished... willinglyIt has been quoted (by some wise, if not weary, writer ) somewhere that you don't truly know a woman until you've had a letter from her. Let that serve as a disclaimer (ahem... warning?) that you may therefore be exposed to more than you ever desired to know if you partake in these random, sporatic observations and recordings on life from this Kansas girl (?).At the prompting, nudging and Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225635421849567481noreply@blogger.com3