tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41536623509920189452012-02-11T14:56:00.799-07:00Diary of an Unkempt WomanTo laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch... to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded! - EmersonSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-31603015550412832102012-02-04T11:30:00.000-07:002012-02-04T11:30:57.360-07:00Really. I swear. She's a brunette. Really..
I get a kick out of my youngest. Jack's take on life is a little skewered... one might say she's half-a-bubble-off at times.
Yesterday, as I was walking through her room, I spotted a one-eyed, one-horned, flying, purple people eater on her desk.
I picked it up, and it started flashing multi-colored lights at me.
I fell in love with it immediately.
"Cool! Hey, Jack! Can I have this?"
"Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-55544885356650569512012-02-01T21:13:00.004-07:002012-02-04T11:35:16.680-07:00Butter you up!.
I don't know about you, but I check in daily to see what Abraham has to say, even when I don't have time to write. I find myself wishing they had a "like" button.
Life needs a 'like' button
...erm... sometimes.
So... when it comes time for me to head to the store, I ask the girlies to make a list of the items we need. Then, I blindly follow it - thinking they've added as needed in the Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-33937235211117363102011-08-11T22:24:00.004-06:002011-08-15T19:10:56.671-06:00Long Arm...
I believe I told you the unbelievable story of how the-PollyAnna-of-driving got a non-stopping ticket?
I'd stopped on the corner of a four-way stop, waited for the car to my left to go (as they had the right-of-way) and then proceeded to turn right at the intersection. Officer Jeffner pulled me over three or four blocks down, fully admitting to me he saw the truck in front of me stop, and Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-39150193693597926272011-06-26T12:28:00.004-06:002011-07-02T13:46:13.830-06:00Truth In Advertising...
As my walking buddy and I were on the flip-side of our trek this morning, she mentioned she forwards through fight scenes in movies. I think we were previously discussing the usage of "like" in The Elementary Adventures of Jones, JEEP, Buck & Blue, and how the first edition contained far too many "likes" to her liking. I assured her I removed more than half of the usage of the word in the Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-36658248806081016132011-06-02T21:56:00.003-06:002011-08-11T22:39:06.189-06:00Zombies and shopping malls...
I was thinking the other day about the Zombie Apocalypse... and how it'd affect us less tasty specimens.
If you're as old as me, you remember Night of the Living Dead (the original) and Dawn of the Dead (the original). Then, they gave us 28 Days Later (not to be confused with the Sandra Bullock movie, 28 Days), and, my personal favorite, Zombieland. Truly a funny movie.
heh.
(The Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-55057812643257685362011-05-30T15:12:00.003-06:002011-05-31T07:55:28.674-06:00Worth...
Happy Decoration Day! I hope your weekend was/is rewarding in many ways. Hats off and a solemn bow to all veterans, past and present. I'll not ever forget you've kept my words as well as my world free. Thank you.
I've been cleaning and cleaning... and looking around I see the need for more. So, yeah...
And, the lawn needs mowed, so there's that.
I don't know if you've ever watched Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-33326303253090803022011-05-24T22:00:00.000-06:002011-05-24T22:00:41.886-06:00Note to self...
I was reminded once again today I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. No really. In life I need to learn to zip it! Zip it good!
An acquaintance approached me today and asked me a personal life question.
"Did you ever find out what was causing the oozing hives on your nether region?"
Stupid me, I answered her... because that's what I do. Someone asks you a question, the polite thing toSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-20174628739873916832011-05-23T06:18:00.001-06:002011-05-23T06:19:06.760-06:00Mondays!!!...
My eyebrows need tweezed... but here's my problem: If I drink enough to withstand the pain of plucking, I can no longer see my eyebrows.
In Joy & Enjoy.Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-7121584331448593442011-05-22T15:34:00.008-06:002011-05-24T06:32:36.887-06:00Blog like no one's reading...
I've been watching what I say for quite a while now because people who don't have my best interest in mind are stalking my blogs. Trolls, they call 'em.
A friend of mine recently stopped blogging for the same reason - she was being trolled by a disagreeable and hateful person. I'm sorry to see her go - my friend, not the troll; I enjoyed reading her - my friend, not the troll. Unfortunately,Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-89849693497069819052011-05-10T08:34:00.003-06:002011-05-16T06:24:15.452-06:00I don't know why...
but I had a dream last night about dirty silverware.
Upon awakening, and joining my daughters for breakfast, I recalled the dream, both in my mind and then to them. Not the specifics, mind you - just my hand reaching into the silverware drawer and pulling out a dirty spoon, then looking harder and realizing all the spoons were marred with grime. Upon closer inspection, I realized all the Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-13137593365938237282011-05-08T17:25:00.001-06:002011-05-08T17:33:10.884-06:00I have writer's block...
I'd wanted to write about motherhood, and Mother's Day...
Best Wishes to you on this day, Mother's Day.
They need a card: "The bad news is, your method of birth control failed. The good news is... there's a day set aside each year in which to celebrate that failure!"
Never saw that one coming, did you?
No matter.
Kids are always a blessing.
Happy Mother's Day to you.
In Joy & Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-17914244748677724762011-05-03T07:57:00.004-06:002011-05-03T21:40:55.047-06:00Ding, Dong...
Osama is dead.
I think it's kind of funny, however, everyone who told me that particular headline yesterday said, "Obama is dead." I don't know why I find that humorous; I just do. So, shoot me. (I don't wish any of our POTUSs dead.)
The political rhetoric fallout from this latest military operation incites and annoys me. The most common on the left is, "Obama suceeded where Bush failed." Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-56796400025804413442011-04-28T21:01:00.001-06:002011-05-03T05:59:28.222-06:00When I was in something like the 5th grade......
there was a guy I really liked. We hung out with our friends at recess and giggled (well, I did) and talked (I guess that was all me, too) ...but he did smile a lot at me and stood close by.
One day at recess he asked me to follow him. He led me behind the 5th grade stairs, and into a corner unseen by teachers' eyes, and sat on the asphalt.
I was (and am) painfully shy. It took all the Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-28574924925002473392011-04-26T07:33:00.002-06:002011-04-26T07:57:01.737-06:00nice OLD surprise...
A friend of mine lent me a book the other day. Published in 1927, and "coined from a life of love, laughter and work, by a man who achieved greatly in literature, art, philosophy and business... gathered together by Elbert Hubbard II. Done into a book by the Roycrofters, at their shops which are located in East Aurora, Erie County, New York and Published by Wm. H. Mist & Co, New York, NY..."Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-26355858807153687182011-04-17T14:56:00.000-06:002011-04-17T14:56:36.494-06:00I'm having one of those months...
where I have a thought I'd like to share, but by the time I have time to write it down, it's already dissipated in my brain, leaving not a trace behind.
I've been learning much about myself this past few weeks, through trials and tribulations. And, much about the people around me. I've learned not many people have a healthy sense of humor, nor are they able to personally disengage from Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-53450942758128704342011-04-11T19:14:00.001-06:002011-04-11T19:14:40.661-06:00Just when you think...
you've seen and heard it all; that life couldn't throw you a curve ball you couldn't avoid ...
It does and you can't, and you haven't.
...Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-73407205444795218232011-04-04T19:21:00.002-06:002011-04-07T21:07:23.725-06:00i had a dream...
the other night. The only remaining memory upon waking was Jo saying, "Mom... your breath still smells like blood."
How very disconcerting.
I want to run away.
Maybe take a long cruise or a spend a month in Cozumel... or Italy... or...
I've always wanted to see the ancient ruins of Greece... Stonehenge of Wiltshire... the Moai of Easter Island... Prince Edward Island of Anne of Green Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-16713184822712459832011-03-28T07:09:00.001-06:002011-04-02T17:11:34.310-06:00Once in a while...
I sit back and let the words soak in:
...to win the respect of intelligent people... to earn the appreciation of honest critics ... [to] endure the betrayal of false friends...
I posted a poem a bit ago - maybe a couple of years. It's one of my favorites. I feel a need to post it again.
By Veronica A. Shofstall:
Comes the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-68996203719699311002011-03-27T10:52:00.000-06:002011-03-27T10:52:48.716-06:00Split Screen Excitement...
I've a friend who's been on me to upgrade my computer area by getting a second monitor and adding speakers to my laptop workstation... where I spend hours ...playing facebook games while ignoring my children... oh, no, wait -that's someone else... where I spend hours writing and multitasking on here.
I've finally done it!!
I was able to pick up a second (used) 17" Dell monitor for $10 - yesSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-73737520761781287612011-03-25T07:30:00.000-06:002011-03-25T07:30:09.293-06:00Summer Plans...
This'll be a boring post, I'm pretty sure. Not because I have boring plans for the summer, but because it's not controversial. I predict there'll be no trolling here.
I have a fairly decent-sized yard. I've decided to build an outdoor sanctuary ~ some place I can go to write or entertain or just sit and relax.
I've pictured it in my head and have gone as far as to purchase bricks from mySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-67791404122942904952011-03-22T07:31:00.001-06:002011-03-22T08:13:09.996-06:00When enough is enough...
This video is all over the internet:
"Why do you think they target you?"
"Because I don't retaliate."
"Easy target, eh?"
Casey's advice:
"Look for the good days. Keep your chin up, and [this] isn't going to last forever."
Smart kid.
..Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-17476316639627443092011-03-20T10:15:00.003-06:002011-04-11T05:53:03.296-06:00A Step Up...
I needed one, and I got it.
Yesterday.
At ACE Hardware.
An 8-ft A-frame, fiberglass ladder.
So, now I can change the overhead light bulbs in the bedrooms... which had been burnt out for over a year and left unchanged... because I couldn't reach them. A truly enlightening experience.
There're many things left unchanged when they're unreachable, I've found.
Speaking of changes.
[I know some Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-34502183467617659432011-03-17T07:47:00.001-06:002011-03-17T07:49:28.212-06:00The Ebb & Flow of Dreams...
(and menses.)
Last night I retired around 8pm; anxious to put the day behind me as I'd "had enough" of it.
I lay in bed, drifting off to sleep...
*BAM!*
The kiddos - who don't have to go to bed until 9pm, dropped or shut something - jarring me awake.
"What the..."
Time passes. The ebb and flow of peaceful sleep caresses my shores... much like the visions of Timothy Hutton... softly Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-9091830585371090522011-03-11T07:17:00.002-07:002011-04-09T15:51:36.859-06:00The Positives...
in my life.
My daughters... and my siblings. They lighten my path and my load. They have fantastic senses of humor; they keep my wit sharp and my heart soft.
My friends, albeit few; I can count them all on one hand. I've got their backs through thick and thin. I'd even go so far as to give them my last cookie. They're not sycophantian (it's a word now) fair-weatherers; they call me out Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-64312480812463488932011-03-10T08:41:00.004-07:002011-03-20T16:38:25.049-06:00What we've got here......
is failure to communicate.
I'm tired.
Disclaimer ~ If you're going to take issue with this whine session, do us both a favor and go away. I think there may be a repeat of "Who's Dancing with the Next American Idol" on TV if you look hard enough. Make yourself elsewhere.
I have a very nice life; surrounded by few but awesome friends and extended family members with whom I choose to Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-35383381434150725982011-03-06T11:47:00.001-07:002011-03-06T11:47:55.622-07:00*sigh...
Does life ever get tired of kicking you in the gut?
.Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-66589497172865411062011-02-26T10:40:00.010-07:002011-03-20T16:56:36.752-06:00Half Life...
There are some pretty sick people out there.
I most recently found out someone came across this blog accidentally. They'd put "daughter jacks off dad" in the search engine and one of the results came back, "My Daughter, Jack" Not really sorry to have disappointed them. Not at all.
Sick people.
Sick, sick people.
...and y'all thought I was crazy.
Where's CPS when you need them? Oh, yeah. Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-5494480011249260002011-02-20T14:27:00.002-07:002011-02-26T12:17:46.376-07:00In sickness...I ache.
I shiver.
I flush cold with fever.
I nestle my shoulder deep
into the warm cave of your armpit.
My heavy head finds soft purchase
in the valley between your shoulder and chest.
Your strong arm tenderly cradles my back.
The cadence of your breath lulls me...
I sleep.
I dream.
I heal in your love.
As the bonds of sleep release me
I slowly awaken.
Your arm morphs into my blanket.
I stir.
Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-74115306399620513842011-02-14T07:14:00.003-07:002011-02-15T06:41:33.518-07:00Siblings...
They're the best, right?
They stuck with you, thick and thin growing up - even though you'd easily fight over a Lincoln Log or silly, frilly shirt. ...even though you'd rummage through her stuff and tattle on him to Mom.
He stood up for you so many times through school, even though you may have (in the distant past) poured salt in his bed while he slept... but only in retaliation for him Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-18228418194934407942011-02-10T07:28:00.002-07:002011-02-14T18:19:22.562-07:00have you ever......
seen cuter boys?
Nick & Noah
Oliver
Yeah... that's what I thought. I have the cutest grandsons - EVER!
OMG! I love these kids. I wish I could see them more.
In Joy & Enjoy!Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-50054304489953822872011-02-05T12:29:00.003-07:002011-02-14T18:19:50.179-07:00Everyone Loves Teddy...
The other day I received some letters in the mail from a class in Wisconsin. They made me smile and laugh and cry.
I wish I could scan and post each precious one, and perhaps I will on my official website, but for now please allow me to share some of Mrs. Gilmour's 3rd graders' thoughts:
Dear Mrs. Linhart and Tahna,
We read some of your books. We really enjoy the bears in the pictures. Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-33906059457387810852011-02-01T07:47:00.004-07:002011-02-15T06:45:08.320-07:00There's no place like home...
Jack attended a birthday/sleepover party the other weekend. I was to drop her off Saturday afternoon and retrieve her at noon on Sunday.
I didn't recognize the street address (even though it's somewhere in this little town), so I did what most people this day and age do ~ I googled it.
We piled in the car and headed toward our unknown destination, printed google map in hand.
The roads Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-15571318350337725252011-01-24T20:04:00.007-07:002011-02-14T18:21:27.458-07:00Once Upon a Time...
...there was a cute little puppy named Beauregard Buttons. His owners, Jack and Jo, loved Beau with all their hearts. They played with him. They fed and watered him daily. They bathed him weekly. But most of all they snuggled and loved Beau almost every minute of every day.
"Lookit his little tail," they laughed. "Look how it wiggles and wags!"
Beau was a quick little tyke full of Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-22135001817079118582011-01-23T21:12:00.005-07:002011-01-24T05:54:17.529-07:00Sunday Night...
The night I usually dust, clean and catch up on the laundry (but I don't sort socks ~ that would be going too far).
That socks!
Tonight, as I was sweeping up the little fuzz balls of stuffing Beau most recently liberated from his doggie bed, I got to looking around my home.
You know... I've decorated quite nicely, if I do say so myself. I've artistically painted my walls, hung window Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-83788626267444124852011-01-20T07:31:00.001-07:002011-01-20T07:38:42.840-07:00I've nothing to say today...
so I'll try to say it in as few words as possible.
It snowed last night ~ first rain, then slush as I headed home. By the time I made it back from taking Jo's friend home, the nickel-sized poof balls exploded on my windshield with feigned anger, causing my wipers to work overtime.
When I went to bed we had almost two inches piling up on our patio table.
As I got up at 5am to start my day,Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-80536748623529366812011-01-15T09:41:00.002-07:002011-01-20T07:42:31.901-07:00New BeginningsI wanted to change some things in my life today.
I got an email saying I make my choices, and my life is dictated by those choices. Which is true. However...
I got a dog recently. I made the choice to do so. He's a cutie.
Yes. The basketball is regulation sized...
However, lately he's been having a bowel problem - doesn't want to go in the snow, it seems. I've woken up a few times to Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-58292670006244746112011-01-10T07:45:00.008-07:002011-03-22T07:08:29.899-06:00God vs. Satan...
I hear he was gunning for the Judge and the congress woman got in the way. I hear congress is spinning it the other way so they can take another break from work. Paid vaca.
I'm being TIC.
Lest we lose sight of the fact approximately 48 people are killed each day in America (one every 30 minutes on average). Is someone who was hired to represent us in congress any more important than the Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-24409427900763495742010-12-19T08:29:00.004-07:002011-02-14T18:27:19.068-07:00The Scales of Justice...
are tipped...
I remember watching a television show when I was about ... I don't know... in my late teens or early 20s anyway. Edward Woodward played a detective, Robert McCall who was "available for hire if you have a problem that you don't know how to solve"... It was called The Equalizer, and man, he kicked butt for the little guy; set the world straight on its axis again. As a young Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-88414427567092464792010-11-17T07:36:00.007-07:002011-01-15T10:49:19.810-07:00The One Thing...
Quite a while ago I caught the tail-end of a "news" snippet about toilet placement. It seems some college somewhere got some huge grant to study where humans choose to piddle.
The study concluded we lazy Americans more often choose the stall closest to the door, and work our way, stall by stall to the end of the row - using only the last toilet in line when all others before it are in use. Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-72715519784684160042010-11-12T07:45:00.002-07:002010-12-19T12:58:09.260-07:00HA!I saw a bumper sticker just yesterday.
It read:
"Take your teabagging ass off my public sidewalk, deadbeat!"
I was a little confused as I believe most (yes, most) of the original teabaggers are hard-working, salt-of-the-earth people whose taxes paid for said sidewalk... until I realized the last word was not an insult...
but rather a signature.
In Joy & EnjoySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-4193200182860623392010-10-25T07:27:00.002-06:002010-10-25T07:30:12.206-06:00I feel a blog coming on......
Most people cringe when they hear those words from me.
So. I noticed our President just penned a children's book. That's really awesome. He and I are now peers/colleagues. Who woulda thunk just one action by him would level our playing field?
I need to remember to send him a card...
I guess I really ought not complain about not having time to write these days. I mean, if our current Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-9362627119229497142010-10-21T07:31:00.002-06:002010-11-18T19:24:25.822-07:00I had something to say...
I just can't remember what it was now.
I'm sure it was fantastic, whatever it was. Sorry you missed it.
It's about time... the colors are finally changing here in Colorado, bringing to life to state's moniker.
The Color Red.
Reds can be seen from the mountains to the sunsets, interspersed with oranges, yellows and golds - from scarlet to burgundy, and every shade in between. Just beautiful.Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-13427144656927117022010-10-19T07:19:00.000-06:002010-10-19T07:19:32.676-06:00Passing it on...
I got this in an email yesterday from a friend. It spoke volumes to me. I hope you enjoy:
Fable of the porcupine:
It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing their situation, decided to group together. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions even though they gave offSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-61626661938417195772010-10-18T07:29:00.000-06:002010-10-18T07:29:11.029-06:00I'm told I don't come across well....
bleh.
Stop reading my blog.
There's a reason I seldom leave home.
There's a reason I stay far away from people.
There's a reason I don't get close, and keep my distance.
There's a reason...
So, don't come into my world and tell me I'm rubbing you the wrong way.
My world doesn't touch yours...
And, I never invited you in.
So, stop reading my blog.
You click on the bookmark
*no referring Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-15924805277560044922010-10-15T07:28:00.003-06:002011-04-02T14:40:24.461-06:00I heard on NPR the other morning...
The United States of America, in 10 + years (I admit - I wasn't really listening until they got to the "punch line" but it was in my lifetime), we will be the largest Spanish speaking country in the world. The speaker went on to say more, and by that time I was listening.
The rate of Spanish speaking immigrants, illegal or otherwise is so much greater than any other culture. Over 50 years Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-15423694802116820702010-10-06T07:57:00.001-06:002010-10-06T18:34:51.185-06:00School Dazed...
So... I went to my dotter's Parent/Teacher's conference at the local Middle School... because that's where they held it. I had forgotten to bring the sharp fork... for which to stab into my eye.
She led me into a room and sat me down at a desk. She, being my daughter, Jo.
On the board, chalked instructions dictated our agenda. However, I was distracted by the... let me 'splain.
It read:Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-87793988821659818162010-10-05T07:36:00.000-06:002010-10-05T07:36:41.410-06:00The burg of the Pitts!...
I'm running out of time for all the things I want to do. I don't mean that in the sense of "what I want to accomplish before I die," more like "Damn! I didn't get a chance to wash the clothes or do the dishes, and I still have to take out the trash... but it's midnight and 5am comes early."
this is sooo much more fulfilling than a life
I sit here, writing on this blog-thingy - my hair isSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-82473018243496699362010-09-27T07:55:00.002-06:002011-04-02T14:51:14.159-06:00Facebook...
is a wonderful thing, isn't it?
People post the mundane, to insightful, to the most inciteful stuff on there... and (much like a blog), it's there forever.
I'm not young. I'm nowhere near it. I can remember being young and I have to tell you, I thank Dog there was no such thing as facebook when I was in my late teens/early twenties, because I would have been just as ...idiotic as these "Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-58759214437115555012010-09-23T07:24:00.001-06:002010-09-23T07:26:24.212-06:00I guess I was wrong......
once again.
I wanted a dog; I thought about it for a long time and came home to the worse possible dog:
he made a LTC nuisance of himself ~ it's like a General nuisance,
but lesser
~ A gift from the Universe; A supposed answer to my prayer?
I decided I didn't so much want a dog after all.
"Never again!" said I, with a slightly broken heart.
Then, something strange happened. I found aSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-5659045510942769952010-09-22T20:20:00.001-06:002011-04-02T14:55:07.708-06:00Email WisdomA Real Man
A real man is a woman's best friend. He will never stand her up and never let her down. He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day.
He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do; to live without fear and forget regret. He will enable her to express her deepest emotions and give in to her most intimate desires. He will make sure Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-5625914821585299032010-09-20T07:22:00.001-06:002010-09-20T07:23:45.296-06:00Universally Speaking...
The other day as I was driving to the store, I contemplated getting a dog for the girls. "After all," I spoke to my head, "it'd teach them more responsibility. It'd bark if we were in danger. It'd be a comfort to me on long, lonely nights. I could get exercise by walking it. It would eat crumbs off the floor."
I thought about it all day. I even considered stopping by the pound to see Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-90411265796631698612010-09-20T06:37:00.002-06:002010-09-20T06:39:12.235-06:00hrm...
Whoever thought it was a fantastic idea to host a gaggle of 11 year-old girls, pump 'em full of sugar and let the drama fly ought to be bound with duct tape and super glue.
Jack had her 11th birthday party a couple of weekends ago. Enough people came to celebrate, even though she invited more than twice that amount.
even without the panda cakes it would have been a zoo
Every year on theSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-88880064308054136532010-09-15T18:20:00.004-06:002010-09-17T22:44:02.739-06:00paraprosdokian sentences...
so I'm told are:
Figures of speech which add unexpected endings to series or phrases.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So, I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in aSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-42703607248699470212010-09-07T07:25:00.005-06:002010-09-15T06:32:53.046-06:00Handy Sandi's Dandy Advice...
It's coming up on Christmas, and then Valentine's Day will soon follow; both notorious for posing gift problems in the choosing arena for your significant other. As you know, I'm an old hag. And, in being such, I can offer you some advice as to what not to buy/do for your purported "LOYL" (means Love Of Your Life, for those of you struggling with LOL and can't quite figure out the Y), as Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-52448841145096976222010-09-04T09:48:00.001-06:002010-09-04T10:04:12.061-06:00How Bizarre!...
What I find very bizarre is I have a troll (or two) who monitor my blog almost daily, leaving hints of being here by rating some of my posts 'bizarre', but never leaving a comment as to why they found it so.
an example of bizarre for comparison, in case you're having difficulty discerning the true meaning of the word
When I check in at the end of the day and see that particular block Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-56805575289638532812010-08-31T07:10:00.005-06:002010-08-31T19:54:58.756-06:00The Way of Things...
Once there was an old lady who'd sit in the part and spread seed out for all of her little bird friends. Almost every day, one could find her on the same park bench in the same park, listening to the birds singing and chirping. She stitched while she sat, occasionally sprinkling seeds.
The birds would stop singing, swoop down next to the old lady and partake of her offering. They'd chat Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-69092882791008591762010-08-26T19:50:00.002-06:002010-08-27T07:22:26.081-06:00Over the river and through the woods...
I was coming home really late the other night on a dark and dusty road, when all of a sudden I got a wild hare... a bunny jumped in front of my car. I slowed way down, hoping it'd run off the side of the road and let me continue on my way.
Wouldn't you know it? It stayed smack dab in front of me, bouncing from one edge of my high beams to the next - a real-life version of the old game, PongSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-18794402963817244022010-08-25T07:00:00.002-06:002010-08-25T07:01:27.211-06:00Happy Birthday! Sophe Bean....
Can't believe my baby is 11.
this is her sleepy face
Everyone join me in wishing the youngest nugget a happy one.
ILYWPH&B
.Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-16687107241729505652010-08-21T12:22:00.008-06:002010-08-25T07:43:56.885-06:00I know, I know, I know......
I've been a very bad girl about keeping up with this blog. I hear ya beotchin, (...but you can't come in!)
I have so many thoughts brewing inside my head, I've no idea where to begin.
yeah... like this, but without the stench... or spatula.
Driving home the other day, I was behind a slower-than-the-speed-limit moving vehicle ... tangent - I don't know why that bothers me so. The postedSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-70499667146134103492010-08-10T22:15:00.000-06:002010-08-10T22:15:33.297-06:00So... I did something selfish...
-ish.
My brandy-new girl-BFF and old cousin (one in the same) invited me and dotter #2 (and grandy-son Oliver by default) to her loverly cabin near Estes Park this weekend. Other than the nightly storm deluge after we retired,
"...try to catch the deluge in a paper cup."
the weekend was absolutely beautimous, and more than relaxing.
I came out of the experience with a revelation:
Donna Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-20731232343011238652010-08-04T19:16:00.002-06:002010-08-04T19:16:44.692-06:00Happy Birthday, Danna Lynn...
I don't know how in the hell you can be getting so old when I'm not yet old enough to have a 26 year old dotter. I think I woke up this morning with twice as many wrinkles.
No caption needed.
Enjoy your day, D. Hope it's a good one! I love you (and miss you) WPH&B.Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-43486641138946852602010-08-03T07:32:00.003-06:002010-08-04T19:25:03.902-06:00Life's Little Lessons...
This morning I learned ...apparently there's a fine line between having enough drinks to gather one's courage to cut one's own hair... and going to far... on both accounts.
Oops! Too much!
::shrug:: It looked fine last night.
In Joy & Enjoy.
p(m)s. I'm on a mission to single-handedly bring back the "Farrah Fawcett"... But seriously - what an honor to have a hairstyle named after you. I Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-72694946735144009162010-08-02T19:26:00.000-06:002010-08-02T19:26:23.207-06:00Time for a bit o'grandson spottin'...
yes. I had grandyson #3 in my house this weekend and brought out the old camera, so I have to share.
And, once again. I have to brag. I have the bestest looking grandsons in the world!
In Joy & Enjoy my grandsons... I know I do.
Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-3359075686664898662010-07-29T19:44:00.000-06:002010-07-29T19:44:53.724-06:00A son not born to me...
just send me this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdBKu53BT1
and embed:
I found him to be very funny. He's only been doing stand-up 3-4 months at this point. I hope you enjoy him - he has my sense of humor. Why... of course he does. He's my son.
Good luck, Carlos.
(I miss your smiling face)
Love, Mom
In Joy & EnjoySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-46363190371378750612010-07-27T19:59:00.002-06:002010-08-02T19:29:48.627-06:00hmmmm...
I once believed a rainbow magically indicated good luck and a promise of better days... until I discovered I could make a decent rainbow with the spray from a garden hose.
...In Joy & EnjoySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-18145342023434306852010-07-26T21:22:00.001-06:002010-07-26T21:31:19.360-06:00Silver Memories...
My sister and her husband celebrate their silver anniversary today. 25 years together. I am truly very happy for them.
Oh, I got a full house all right, but this just isn't in the cards for me, anymore...
Happy Anniversary, Donda & Shannon. May the best be yet to come!
...now the most pressing question in my life for me is.... razor or pills? hrm...
decisions... decisions...
No. Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-23305677672365409752010-07-24T11:10:00.016-06:002010-07-26T07:22:13.443-06:00A fish egg by any other name...
smells just as sweet in the end?
Last night I went out with some ...acquaintances. Rather, I met a handful of acquaintances while out and kinda hung around them for a bit. As I observed all evening, as I am wont to do, and listened to what was being said, in both body and verbal language, I was... um... surprised by many things. Maybe it's just this small town. Or, maybe this town is a Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-14367187845240188512010-07-21T21:47:00.016-06:002010-07-26T07:13:15.111-06:00Odd thoughts, and things that smell better than my feet....
So many times I'm struck by a thought (ouch!) ~ a muse about something of which I want to write. But, unfortunately life blocks my path - I'm hard at work or not near anything scribble-able. These past three days... maybe even weeks, have been like that. I awoke from a dream just this morning with a blog bubbling up to the surface, but by the time I'd stepped out of the shower and dried off, Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-76931504939915506182010-07-17T10:43:00.009-06:002011-04-02T15:29:55.167-06:00Growing... vertebrally speaking...
It all started about a week-ish ago. I received a bizarre call from a psychotic woman, and almost everything in my life went downhill from there.
A few weeks ago, I took my car into 9th St Radiator and A/C to have the A/C compressor replaced.
I had taken it in to the same place last summer when it stopped working. No one could find anything wrong with it. Finally, the mechanic said it Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-26383918828472210522010-07-17T08:57:00.001-06:002010-07-17T09:08:10.923-06:00Proof it!...
I'm still proofing my Jones, JEEP, Buck & Blue series for final print - again. *sigh*
How very tedious. Bleh. If I have to read these books one more time...
My last publisher was... um... in it for the Benjamins, not perfection, I guess would be the kind way to put it. I'm almost embarrassed ~ no, I AM embarrassed by the typos, errors and downright mistakes in JJBB.
One glaring example - Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-1386064521769831662010-07-15T00:09:00.001-06:002010-07-15T17:53:45.886-06:00All in good fun...
Before I hit the sack tonight, I feel I have to share.
I just got back from family/class reunion in Lander recently, as you may well know. What you may not know is only six (I was one of them) of my classmates showed up for our 30-year "reunion" dinner - we had fun anyway, thanks for asking. They're probably having the "real" one later this year and didn't want me to know... because I do Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-30436616133720613822010-07-11T17:59:00.001-06:002010-07-11T18:09:42.126-06:00I need to write a blog...,
...to update it so you keep reading it, but I have nothing upbeat and positive to say, really. Blah day that it is.
I will tell you this. I had a wonderful time at my high school/family reunion in Lander, Wyoming. My birthday was celebrated there and I met up with some old and really good friends and family. I was reunited with some I hadn't seen in decades. I thought I had a nice time, until Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-31815961036449269732010-06-25T07:36:00.000-06:002010-06-25T07:36:20.204-06:00From MVBFITWWW... she sent one to me, I send it to you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=hN8CKwdosjE
In Joy & EnjoySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-39651310698012397602010-06-15T21:30:00.003-06:002010-06-20T13:01:38.993-06:00WAW!!!...
Wanna hear a funny story?
(Once upon a time, someone wrote in here and said "whatever, your [sic] probably the type of woman who sits in front of her computer making up stories" - or something along that thread... twixt I answered, "It's you're not your, you idiot sphincter, but I digress... no, this is life - you can't make this shit up)
true story - funny story. Allow me to share:
The Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-62770907019889137342010-06-06T12:20:00.000-06:002010-06-06T12:20:07.071-06:00Hrm.......
The other day a good friend of mine mentioned he saw a mouse scurry through his house. He looked all over for its point of entry/exit, but couldn't find one.
Yesterday, I woke up and zombied to my kitchen for a cuppa coffee. I saw a piece of mouse feces on my counter, and having just had the conversation with my friend, I heaved a sigh of resignation. I'd have to search my cupboards now and Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-10717510926944229362010-05-31T08:18:00.005-06:002011-04-02T16:00:02.716-06:00Memorial Day...
What can I say?
To all heroes past and present, who have sworn to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic ~ bearing the wrath of the Holllyweird crowd and all the other cowards who lazily sit in the comfort of their homes and chant their mantras of disrespect, I salute you.
This is the day we remember our fallen soldiers who've Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-16308125793451519442010-05-30T06:32:00.004-06:002010-05-31T07:15:04.754-06:00Mawwage...
I have to... wait, let me rephrase that. I choose to attend the 50-year marriage anniversary open house celebration for some older friends of mine today.
...It feels to me somewhat akin to a woman who's had multiple miscarriages attending a baby shower of a good friend.
My grandparents were married for something like 75 years, 'til death did they part. Bless their hearts.
When I got marriedSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-76083594076871763162010-05-29T14:35:00.005-06:002010-05-29T18:55:42.973-06:00S. A. T. U. R. D. A. Y. (Night!)...
Who wants to admit they like the Bay City Rollers? Besides me, that is?
What goes from ZERO to 100 in the blink of an eye?
"Your dream car?" You ask.
No. Colorado temperatures.
I'm dying here!!
Speaking of dreams, I had a phone convo with an old friend from high school the other day. She's a single mom, like me. And also like me, she's come to realize men her age all seem to chase the Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-18181970155536774672010-05-10T06:57:00.000-06:002010-05-10T06:57:44.980-06:00Blast from the Past...
Just because it was playing in my head this morning as I awoke. I couldn't get it out of there, so I had to pull it up on youtube and let it be heard:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0a45z_HG3WU
Enjoy your day!Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-29830468272142997742010-04-25T10:45:00.003-06:002010-05-29T16:58:47.230-06:00peanuts for brains...
Beware! You may be allergic to my thoughts!
Bleh. I've so much to do and so little time in the day.
I wonder when I walked through that particular door. You know the one - the one which takes you from your childhood days which never seemed to end and into this world where there's never enough. Time.
As a child, you stood on the precipice of childhood looking toward adulthood and wishing Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-24832605238638134362010-04-15T19:08:00.006-06:002011-04-09T15:57:34.524-06:00But wait! There's more!...
I've got to get this off my chest. (Yes, Virginia, I did add to this post.)
I've been around a woman lately (circumstances dictate close contact)... I am overwhelmed by the Good Christian (tm) aspects she emits. How do I put this in such a way whereas I'll not be chastised for my observations, nor be considered ridiculing her belief system?
Let me first explain, when I'm thrown into a groupSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-34614093698993174622010-04-05T06:32:00.003-06:002010-04-10T15:12:55.427-06:00Not Yesterday.... but a while ago....
...I wrote a story. It was about a little girl who visits her grandpa on his farm in Wyoming. It was the first story of which I wrote, submitted ...and epic failed.
During an interview recently, I stated incorrectly "Pickysaurus Mac" was my first endeavor. Last night, I awoke to the realization it wasn't PM, but rather that one which granted me my first sweet smell of rejection. No wonder ISandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-88051655250883436622010-04-04T08:24:00.001-06:002010-04-05T05:47:41.035-06:00a cavemom can do it.
I look around my house and see piles of crap doing what they're wont to do ~ pile up. Have you noticed, nothing ever piles down? ...erm... except for maybe stalactites. I stand corrected.
Anyway, I asked the girls the other day... for the umpteenth time to PLEASE pick up after themselves.
I swear! These Neanderthals I call my children have their father's disease. I'll give it a name... wait Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-39193335913229353152010-03-27T08:39:00.003-06:002010-03-28T08:02:49.890-06:00And, I know how to use a saw..."...because of you I find it hard to trust not only me but everyone around me. Because of you, I am afraid. I lose my way, and it's not too long before you point it out. I cannot cry, because I know that's weakness in your eyes. I'm forced to fake a smile; a laugh every day of my life. My heart can't possible break when it wasn't even whole to start with..."
Love that song...
Yes, I am Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-87746912593598208032010-03-21T12:29:00.000-06:002010-03-21T12:29:58.713-06:00Quote of the Day.
"I find it ironic that the liberals claim to be champions of liberty while they seek to silence any opposition by whatever means." An American Anti-theist...
In Joy & EnjoySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-9288545802506398442010-03-21T11:39:00.003-06:002010-03-21T13:03:33.268-06:00Time to Soak It All In.
In Greek mythology ~ and other spiritual memes ~ water is the element of emotion. Maybe that's why after a hard, exceptionally emotional day I find myself longing for the comfort of a soak in my uncomfortable bathtub.
Seriously? Why do they make small bathtubs, anyway? It seems a waste of time and materials to me. I'd imagine even little people like to immerse themselves in hot, soothing Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-36463620757144814822010-03-20T11:17:00.002-06:002010-03-20T12:15:13.535-06:00New Adventures.
A FaceBook page for the Author Sandra Miller Linhart has recently been created. On it, there'll be updates of future book signing events and interviews, new releases of old books and old releases of new books...
Did I cover it all? Anyway(s optional - but not for me. I still think it sounds ignorant), jump right in there and fan me, please. (I'm getting pretty warm with all these hot-flashesSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-53783078474871283352010-03-14T13:09:00.002-06:002010-03-14T13:15:21.572-06:00Ponderings....
of a useless mind.
A friend TeVo'd the HBO movie "Temple Grandin" for me to watch, per recommendation from an acquaintance.
That act was probably the best thing anyone has ever done for me in regards to helping me understand Jo's ...uniqueness. I encourage any of you who care to know more about Sensory Processing Disorder (that's an awesome, albeit long, watch, btw) to hunt this movie down Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-87292427014784762942010-02-26T06:32:00.000-07:002010-02-26T06:32:00.375-07:00Happy Blerthday, PeanutSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-38446668919904413792010-02-23T07:09:00.000-07:002010-02-23T07:09:32.414-07:00Did you know?.
Getting kids to go to bed and making it stick some nights is like... milking an earthworm.
In Joy & EnjoySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-27415725597251362882010-02-13T12:56:00.003-07:002010-02-18T05:35:20.570-07:00You tell me.
Am I overreacting?
.
In Jo's 6th grade History Alive ~ The Ancient World text book, by TCi she's being taught a skimming of the cultural history of the world.
It's by no means complete. Nor ought it be ~ we're talking sixth grade here.
It easier for her to retain if she reads aloud to me. When her grades started dropping, we implemented a plan in which she reads a chapter to me, and then I Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-17901855810407758912010-02-06T10:58:00.001-07:002010-02-06T12:37:16.123-07:00Have I ever....
...mentioned how much I love my daughters' humor?
I wrote about the time I accused my eldest dotter of showing my first grandson a picture of me and saying, "This is a bad, bad woman. When you see her, scream and run away." - because he always seemed to do just that when I came near him.
Twixt my daughter said, "Don't be silly, Mom...
...we have no pictures of you."
Deadpan. And, I loveSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-89144209026294022232010-01-26T06:36:00.000-07:002010-01-26T06:36:56.923-07:00Unbelievable!.
This cannot be real. I've heard of some pretty crazy things out there, but DAMN! If this one doesn't take the cake, it most certainly takes a big slice.
Many times I think the media prints something so insignificant and trivial - maybe... say one parent gets in an uproar over "oral sex" in the dictionary, and Jo Reporter decides to make a name for himself, and Viola! It's a headline news storySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-6087931898367909322010-01-24T13:10:00.001-07:002010-01-26T18:37:12.496-07:00Extra! Extra!.
...read all about it!
A friend I met at the 2009 MWSA Conference in Orlando FL has just received a review on her book, The Final Salute.
I don't think Kathleen Rodgers will mind me posting the review link HERE.
... as well as an excerpt:
"In the book, she focuses on the relationships among the fighter pilots stationed at Beauregard AFB and their families, who must learn to cope with the upsSandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-23554459699502459202010-01-23T12:34:00.005-07:002010-02-21T11:21:13.043-07:00I wish....
I could stop feeling I'm not "enough" to others.
When I was a kid, one of my cousins liked to play the game: "Let me tell you what's wrong with you...", where we were supposed to verbally list off all the things we thought the other could improve on in their life - A constructive criticism session, if you will.
I was frequently told things like:
You chuckle like a donkey, and have a fake Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-75500465449832881272010-01-23T09:49:00.002-07:002010-01-23T10:03:02.402-07:00Big Hands, Big Heart.
I got this note from a very good friend of mine a couple of weeks ago.
I thought it hilarious, and wanted to share.
Dearest, smartest, wittiest, most wonderful Sandi... (okay - I may have added that.),
Just wanted to tell you about last week. It was late on Thursday when a young man came in to inquire about a business license. "M" and I were helping him and answering his questions.
He had Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-34627884165552333132010-01-10T14:39:00.001-07:002010-01-10T14:40:50.396-07:00Up Time America w/Kimberly Alyn.
Another one sent to me from my friend, Clinton...
(the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXeCAeACmJE)
Since I enjoyed it so much, I figured I'd just post it UP here.
Enjoy & In JoySandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-21636165610955818712010-01-10T13:49:00.009-07:002010-01-10T17:14:28.036-07:00I'm consistently reminded.
...how all people are so very much the same. My perceived owies aren't the same as yours, but they're equal in hurt and personal emotional equity.
My eldest asks why I post certain things here - the embarrassment of my period painting my pants for all to see when I was 17-ish, etc., or being chastised and threatened for opening my brainworks and heart to you. The simple answer is: It's Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-76078653641809948612010-01-08T23:14:00.001-07:002010-01-09T07:21:58.040-07:00Is Word-less the same as Speechless?.
I've been so busy the last couple of days so I'm kinda cheating. In going with the play-on words theme... or is that word-play? Whichever. Anyway(s optional). I'm posting this link and vid (the same) one of my favorite friends sent me - all for your viewing play-sure and amusement.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT1TVSTkAXg
I hope you laugh as hard as I did... or ought I say, laugh like Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662350992018945.post-66954077374026209332010-01-02T13:11:00.003-07:002010-01-02T14:18:07.288-07:00On with the new.
and off with the old....
Did you miss me?
Words. Have you ever noticed words have hidden meanings inside sometimes?
These are some I've recently discovered... or not so recently, but have added them to my list any old way...
(Tangent - I get really irked when people say "anyways" - it's obnoxious!! They don't say "anyhows"... Think of it - any, as in - "one of some, regardless of kind, Sandra Miller Linhartnoreply@blogger.com3