The Soap

Reclaimed Bench - From Old Chairs to New Bench

2014-07-25T13:02:00.002-06:00

I was buying a dining table one evening, and the couple offered up some chairs for free. They were all busted up, but soooo pretty. Pretty and free? How could I refuse?

Then about three months ago, we were walking through our village and noticed a house which was being refurbished. Outside was a gigantic pile of wood - from flooring to cabinetry to doors, with a a sign that read "Free!". We gathered some old flooring planks and door jambs. I mean, really, how was I supposed to pass up free wood? (Yes, I got a little - read, a lot - of grief from my better half, but still . . . wood in England is about twice the price as in the States.)

Fast forward a little while, and those beautiful, busted chairs and old wooden planks were still sitting in my garage, with no hope in sight for them.
Until . . . I conned my wonderful husband into making something out of them. It was decided that they would make a perfect bench.

As always, he's way ahead of me building-wise, and I don't have pictures of the plain old chairs and wood. But follow the pics to see a quick guide of the process. There is a lot more to it than actually detailed below, but that's what happens when the man works while I train for marathons. :) *Please note the same process is used in the seat as on the bottom shelf*

Look at the legs on those beauties! A nice piece of wood was attached to the rear to make the bench good and stable.

Measurements were taken for the seat, made from reclaimed flooring, and the bottom shelf, made from reclaimed door jamb material.

Once positioned properly as the seat, the wood was cut at an angle to match the aesthetic of the chairs.

The wood was then screwed atop the chairs, and wood putty filled the holes.

Then look, it's amazingly finished and painted! Miracles are at work here, I tell ya!

The piece is painted in Annie Sloan Old White and Old Violet, waxed with a clear wax, and given a nice solid buffing to create the beautiful sheen on the seat.

Wishy Washy Wash Stand Part Two: The Devil is in the Details

2014-06-19T14:52:00.000-06:00

A few days ago, I posted The Wonderful Wishy Washy Wash Stand: Part One, the process of painting a beautiful little piece of furniture I was lucky enough to get my hands on. Now we come to part two. And part two is where it gets tricky. It's all fine and dandy and easy slopping the paint on (okay, I don't slop the paint on), but it's all the little bits afterwards that make the chalk paint process take a while.

Look at that beautiful stain on the finished product!

One would think two coats of paint, especially Annie Sloan Chalk Paint® (which is renowned for one coat coverage) would be enough. But then things like this happen.

Top Photo: Look closely and see the old woodworm holes on the side which we filled, but alas the little buggers still felt they needed to be seen.
Bottom Photo: My handy little trick of dipping the paintbrush in water can sometimes leave dark, drippy looking spots.

The watery paint marks were easy enough to remedy: another coat of water dipped paint, brushed more evenly, and it was good to go. The wormholes, not so much. Drastic measures had to be taken.

The side of the table needed to be covered in a multi-purpose primer in order to cover those stubborn holes. Notice the creative juices. :)

After giving the side panel a good coating of primer, I gave it another two coats of chalk paint, brushing with a water-dipped brush until it matched the rest of the piece.

Remember all that tape you saw on the wash stand in the first post? Well, for some reason or another I decided I didn't need to tape the inside of the doors. Big mistake.

However, it lets me tell you a cool little secret. Well, I think it's a secret; I discovered it myself, so we'll just go with that. The secret? The nature of chalk paint allows you to wipe it off with water! Even when it's dry! Granted, it would've been much easier to do had I taped it off, but still . . .

The next step is waxing. Oh, the waxing. You know how people say using chalk paint is easy because you don't have to sand the furniture first? Well, chalk paint sucks just as bad, but on the other end. The waxing can be tedious, and you constantly have to take a step back to look at any spots which may have been missed - just like sanding.

But the waxing was done. I was so into it, I neglected to take any photos of the process. But I'll give you a little tut in word format: I happen to have Annie Sloan Soft Wax®, because it's relatively reasonably priced at the shop I buy the paint; it is a clear wax. You want to use a round brush to apply the wax, in a circular motion. This will allow the wax to penetrate the paint pores and any cracks and crevices.

But you also want to use the right amount. Google told me through a variety of sites that just a little is needed. Through experience I've learned that my little is a lot less than others' little. So I'm going to be honest with you - you don't want a lot of wax, but you also don't want too little. What you want is a nice medium coating on the tips of your bristles. After you've brushed it on, say maybe an area about a square foot, use a soft cloth to wipe any excess off. Each time you wipe, make sure you are using a clean side of the cloth. Otherwise, you may end up rubbing the wax from the cloth back onto the furniture, making not-very-nice-looking swirls.

The waxing is done! Guess what happens now? Uh-huh, another coat of wax! You don't have to give it another coat, but if you want good protection, I suggest you do it. Oh, did I mention you should really wait 24 hours before applying the second coat of wax? Well, you should.

After giving the wash stand its two coats of wax, it's time to get down to the nitty-gritty, looking the piece over thoroughly, fixing any blemishes you come across.

Sometimes tape just isn't enough. The awkward edges of these beautiful handles made for areas of wood that were left unpainted, while parts of the metal itself did have paint. The cure for this was a small foam brush to the wood, and a clean razor to the handles - scraped the paint clean off! Then of course, a nice little wax. Makes every girl feel nice. :)

See that light area on the right side, above the handle? Yeah, I didn't think the paint job was up to par, so I gave another coat, then waxed it (post picture).

The final step is - (oh my gosh I'm so excited!) buffing! Whoo-hoo! Who'dve ever thought buffing could be such fun? You want to take a couple of clean soft cloths and rub in circular motions around the entire piece, making sure you are using clean areas of the cloth. This process gives your work of art a nice little sheen. Ask your car-buddy friend; he'll know all about the benefits of a good body polish.

After fussing and prodding over the whole thing, it's time to take a look at this little gem we've been working on. Of course, that's only after putting the whole thing back together. Notice the gorgeous hardware and top back piece!

The Wonderful Wishy-Washy Wash Stand - Paint Process Part One

2014-06-15T13:27:00.003-06:00

Kirstie brought me this cute little wash stand to make-over. Who doesn't love a good make-over?
Isn't it gorgeous? It needed a little bit of an update though. Kirstie wanted a taupe color; we decided that Annie Sloan's French Linen was the color to paint. But . . . there was something different she wanted. Something I haven't tried yet. She wanted the top a dark color, yet natural if I could do it.
I didn't take a picture of the top piece, but it had a couple of water rings or burn rings, hard to tell which. I was a little afraid of those.
But I didn't have to be. My husband came to my rescue, and sanded it down to a perfect natural top. It didn't even need to be stained, just a little wax finish and it would've been good to go. We had our direction though, and the hubs got right to it. I got home form work and he had it all perfectly stained, looking absolutely gorgeous. If I had a picture to show you, I would, but he's so on top of things, he taped it all up before I had a chance to snaps some photos.

Here it is post stain, pre-paint.

Almost ready for paint.

The next step was to tape around the edges, to prevent superfluous paint. I taped inside the drawer edges, around the back panel (because this wood is a type of plywood, which takes an excessive amount of paint to cover), and around the knobs and locks, which I might add are extraordinarily gorgeous - they're made as nails, something completely new to me. After the tape comes the first coat of paint.

First coat of paint

There are inevitably going to be some paint drips. I want to sand those off before I go any further.

For sanding off the drips, and because it's the first coat of paint, I just use any old rough sandpaper I have laying around. This was 150 grit, I believe.

Next comes the second coat of paint. Chalk paint is renowned for not needing a second coat, but I find with older, more used pieces such as this that sometimes the paint doesn't take as well as it should, so a second coat is essential. Also, depending on the furniture and the paint batch, the second coat won't take as easily as the first. To remedy this, I just barely dip my paintbrush into water before I coat it in paint. This also keeps the brush stroke to a minimum (which leaves a more polished finish- good if that's what you're after).

First coat

Second coat

As you can see, the color is drastically different from the original piece. It's also a matte finish. Don't worry, the end piece will have a nice sheen to it, as well as a number of other things done to it, which will be in the next post.

My neighbor came by to see what I was up to one day while I was putting the first coat on a telephone table and his remark was, in a completely shocked tone, "So, it's just a matte gray color?". "No. No good sir, it's not. Okay, well maybe it is right now, but it won't end up that way. It will end up as a beautiful work of art."
It's not always easy to imagine a piece of furniture while it's undergoing transformation, because there are so many little bits that go into making it perfect, but don't underestimate what you're doing. When this is finished, and when you're finished with your piece, they're are going to be masterpieces.

Wine Rack from Pallet

2014-05-06T14:46:00.002-06:00

My friend has a neighbor who makes things from pallets. How cool is that? He made a fantastic wine rack for her. A HUGE wine rack- he must think she drinks a lot. :) Gorgeous as it was, she decided she wanted some paint on that baby. Neutral was the only direction I had, color-wise. I like the pop that vibrant colors give, but I had to this for her, not me, so the piece is painted in Annie Sloan's Country Grey. Though I did sneak in some color underneath with Annie Sloan's Old Violet. :)

Check out the process below.

1. Wine rack upon arrival. Did a quick sand job, but left it a bit rough.

2. Used a wash of Old Violet on the entire piece.

3. Washed Country Grey over the Old Violet.

4. Close up of the two washes together.

5. The stencil I had envisioned was made differently than I anticipated,
( by a local lady who makes vinyl pieces),
so I needed to repaint the portion which would have the phrase on it.

6. Placed the vinyl on the wine rack.

7. Covered the entire plank of wood in another wash of Country Grey.

8. Lifted the vinyl.

9. Sanded down the phrase to match the rustic look of the rest of the piece

10. Coated the entire piece in a thin layer of wax.
Enough to give it a finish, yet leave it still unaffected.

The final piece. Love the rustic, beachy feel!

Furniture Forum

2014-05-06T13:31:00.002-06:00

I started painting furniture about a year or so ago. My friend Gaby and I got the bug. She did it first, and of course I had to keep up. But painting furniture can be a bit expensive, what with buying furniture, paint, and supplies, so somehow I got up enough courage to make a Facebook page to sell some items, in order to afford my new found hobby.

It wasn't long after I began my page that a well known furniture painter in the area started bagging on "all the new people who suddenly popped up" painting and selling their goods. She informed all of her clients, and anybody who happened upon her page, that nobody was as good as she is, that so many other painters out there did a horrible job, and that everybody needed to be very careful about who they ask to paint their furniture. Now this would all be sound advice had it not been said so tactlessly and ruthlessly. It was hurtful, to say the least, and I was devastated. I was certain it was me she was talking about, even though I haven't even the notion of whether she was aware of my existence or not.

I've always done my best, learning new techniques and methods to use and not to use, and putting my heart and soul into the furnishings. It's inevitable that I will have a not so lovely piece along the way, but I take what I've learned and move on. But still that woman haunted my brain. I could imagine her looking at a piece I've painted and tearing it apart, brush stroke by brush stroke. And I didn't like it. Painting is therapeutic, a lot like running or playing the piano might be to another. But when I felt overwhelmed by this woman, who isn't even in the area any longer, I got angry. Why should she have any control over my emotions? Because she said something not nice, in order to benefit herself? Not gonna happen to me anymore.

All that being said, I don't want to be like that. I want to share what I know with those who want to do it, but are unsure of how. And perhaps others who paint will help me too. I want to make a community out of us furniture painters. No competition, just a group of people who cheer others on, urge each other to reach goals and pursue new styles, and enjoy each other's (online) company.

Hi, my name's Vicky. Nice to meet you.

Another Soapbox, This Time It's Feminist

2014-03-29T15:54:00.001-06:00

Two and a half years, at the very least, since I've had my last Soapbox moment, and this one's been in the making for a few months at least.

Let me preface this blog post with a couple of things. 1. I know the timing is late. I'm not old or late in the game, just late in professing it. 2. I am not a complete conservative, who has no idea what it's like to live in the real world. I am conservative, however, in the idea that a perfect world is safe and honest and complete.
I've never, ever in my life considered myself a feminist. In fact, I'm mad that I no longer have the option to stay home and take care of my family. To me that is most fundamental, but to the world, some feminists included, it's some sort of captivity. I state all this because I'm about to get all feminist on your ass. Update: I realize feminist may not be the best choice of word here, but what should I use? Don't-want girls-to-think-all-they're-good-for-is-sex? A little too wordy, I think.

Jason Derulo. He's an incredibly talented musical artist. His voice is on point, and obviously his choice of instrument is smart. He's got the beat, and the rhythm, and all the goods to reign over the popular music radio stations. In fact, he's quite intelligent sounding when speaking, as though he's been formally educated. But who the hell is writing his lyrics? Forget the idiocy that is Trumpets", I'm heading back to "Talk Dirty".

Let's just go ahead and put the lyrics out there, courtesy of azlyrics.com: You don't have to read them just yet, but here they are.

Get jazzy on it

[Jason Derulo:]
I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable

'Cause I know what the girl them need,
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport,
You make it hard to leave

[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on it

[Jason Derulo:]
You know the words to my songs
No habla inglés
Our conversations ain't long
But you know what is

I know what the girl them want,
London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport
I think I need a new one

[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me

[Jason Derulo:]
Uno, met your friend in Rio
Dos, she was all on me-o
Tres, we can ménage à three though
Quatro, ooh

[2 Chainz:]
Dos Cadenas, close to genius
Sold out arenas, you can suck my penis
Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck
Chest to chest, tongue on neck
International oral sex
Every picture I take, I pose a threat
Bought a jet, what do you expect?
Her pussy's so good I bought her a pet
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it
Got it saved in my phone under "Big Booty"

[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me (you you you)
Talk dirty to me (yeah yeah)
Talk dirty to me (talk to me)
Talk dirty to me (oh yeah)
Get jazzy on it

What? I don't understand!

I have a thirteen year old daughter. Fortunately for me, she has a mind of her own. A mind that takes her way beyond the borders set by pop culture. In fact, she was mad that her own father liked this song. Her dad is all about the beats and the rhythms in songs. I'm sure if he realized a song might encourage his daughter to be promiscuous, he would hate it. But he doesn't think that way musically. And here, I have to give a little back story. Both her father and I grew up on gangster rap. Besides the killing and the drugs, slutty women was the main focus of the genre. However, as I'm sure you can guess, in real life slutty girls weren't thought of fondly. By anybody, even guys. But it was more about the musicality than it was the lyrics, at least to the male gender. And it was't just gangster rap. It was TLC and Salt 'N Pepa, and the like. Obviously, that wasn't the only type of music out there. There was also the alternative and grunge - the kind of music that made you feel acutely aware of your awkwardness. You could be slutty, or you could be awkward. According to pop culture, it was our choice. Okay okay, to be completely up front, music wasn't the end-all-be-all of how to behave. But it did have its own power. People know what they see, what they hear. Especially teenagers.

Back to the song. "Don't speak the language . . . all I really need to understand is when you talk dirty to me". Well, there you have it. All that matters is a sexual tryst. Doesn't even matter if you know what the hell she's saying. It could be "Dude, you have the most rotten-est smelling junk I ever been around", but if I say it seductively, you won't even have a clue, but it doesn't matter 'cause all you want is to get off. And that's all guys really want from a girl, to be able to get off.

That's the message. Sorry, that's not the message, that's the flat out song, not even counting 2 Chains verse. How is this even popular? How do we let our boys and girls think this is good? Just because it may have a catchy beat? I could make a catchy beat out of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, if that's all it takes.

Backing up a bit, I said her father doesn't pay much attention to lyrics. But I do, and I still liked that song. Thinking about it makes me realize that my daughter has so much more strength than I did. She understands what's expected in fiction as opposed to what's expected in reality.

I don't want to say that music controls anyone's lives, because it's in the hand of the person living. But what we hear and say and think, ultimately, has an effect on our behavior. There are songs out there that are empowering and/or uplifting, they just don't seem to have that same kind of popularity. Let's change that.

Relief from Running Pains

2011-08-30T21:28:00.000-06:00

My dear, dear friend Maureen had the following tips for shin splint relief and prevention. She's a ninja y'all, so she knows what she's talking about.

ouch!! I actually physically CANNOT run through it! So, here's what I do...WARM UP!! If I'm going to run 3 miles, I jog 1/4 mile, then do some stretching and other warm-up exercises. Then I run the 3 miles! Tennis balls and rolling pins are the a shin-splint sufferer's best friend!! Sit in a chair w/ rolling pin on floor and feet on rolling pin, knees above ankles, and roll out as far as you can, then roll back. You can do that to prevent and treat shint splints.
This link shows a really good stretch to prevent or treat shin splints. I do this stretch in karate 4 times a week. So, when I'm going to karate regularly, I don't notice any problems with shin splint pain. But when I took a few weeks off karate - and that stretch - I did have pain while I was running. So I think it's definitely worth adding to your warm-up. :)
Mobilitywood.com/2011/06/episode-270365-mobrx-for-shin-splints.HTML

Running Pains

2011-08-30T20:16:00.000-06:00

I've been running some hilly hills lately. Not just a hill here and there, but, like, up and over and up and down and up and over. And repeat.

The change from flat to angled footing has put a little bit of hurt in my shins. I'm talking shin splints. They're not really that bad though, just a little annoying. But it does remind me of the time I cried for two weeks straight every time I ran.

I guess it must've come on suddenly because I was (not-so) happily running one evening and I slowed to a walk- I was beat! As soon as I did, though, I felt the worst pain ever in both of my shins. It was so bad that I had to start running again to make the pain go away. Eventually I had to stop running. I mean, I guess I could've pulled a Forrest Gump and just kept on going for weeks. But I didn't. And when I got home, my legs ... hurt. I can't even think of an adjective to describe it except for hurt. Badly. I physically cried. I've been know to complain and to whine, but I don't really cry too often. It was bad.

I'd always read that the best thing to do for shin splints was to keep running. So I kept running. And they kept hurting. And I kept crying. The one thing I can say for that horrid pain is that it did make me keep going; if I stopped, it hurt. It was motivation enough to not walk.

Eventually the pain stopped. I think as suddenly as it came on. I wish I could tell you some magic thing to prevent or relieve shin splints, but I don't know of one. All I can say is keep on keeping on. You'll feel better and realize just how tough you are.

I ♥ the Feeling You Have After The Pain Has Subsided!

The Running Weirdo

2011-08-18T19:40:00.000-06:00

Just so you guys know other people out there have weird, uncomfortable, or awkward moments while running, I'm posting some of mine. What's that you say? You don't have weird moments? Well, let's pretend that you do so I'll feel better about myself.

I run like a weirdo. I've actually had friends laugh at the way I run. But I don't know how else to do it, so I just keep going. In the above photo, I can see that I have monkey arms, which dangle like feather earrings.

See those little red bumps on my neck? Those are tiny vessels of massive itchy-ness. I break out into these little hives if I push myself hard. If I push extra hard, those little bumps explode into all out streaky hives. I asked my doctor about it and he said "It's not normal, but it won't hurt you." Again, I don't know what else to do, so I just keep on running.

I've also stumbled many times. Fortunately I don't have a picture of that, so far. I can't remember falling yet, but almost falling is just as embarrassing. It always happens as two are three cars are passing; I think just to make matters worse.

I ♥ Other People's Awkward Moments!

Step Two of Vicky's Running 'Plan'

2011-08-15T21:07:00.000-06:00

Did you get rid of your excuses yet? I hope so. 'Cause if you didn't, it doesn't matter. The next, and final, step to my running plan is, drum roll please ........ get your arse out there and do it!

Pick up your running shoes, go outside and run. Don't have running shoes? You could get some. Many 'experts' say running shoes are all important; you should definitely buy the perfect pair for your feet. I say all those experts are shoe salesmen, so I don't really believe 'em. But there is a very good reason to splurge on some: if you spend $100 on shoes specifically to run in, your more likely to use them to actually run in.
But if you don't want to, there is a growing number of runners out there who swear by 'barefoot running'. So no more excuses. Get out there and tear it up!

I ♥ Actually Doing It!

Step One of Vicky's Running 'Plan'

2011-08-12T20:16:00.001-06:00

Vicky's Steps to Running- 1.

No more excuses.
I don't care that you just finished a long, long day.
I don't care that you hate to run.
I don't care that you don't have the time. (You have time to read this, right?)

You can do it.

Forget the excuses, let's find some reasons to run.

It's the best way to lose and maintain weight.
It makes your cheeks all nice and rosy. No need to buy blush anymore!
Your sofa's already broken in ... it needs a break.

"Save me", said the sofa in its breathy, squished up voice.

Make the choice to get out there and do it. You can handle it, and so can your body.
And if you need some encouragement, picture the guy from Happy Gilmore cheering you on.
Yoou can dooooo eeeeet!

I ♥ Feeling Motivated!

The Running Page

2011-08-10T21:59:00.000-06:00

If you know me, you know I run a little. And if you really know me, you know it's very little. I like to run. Well, actually I like how I feel after I run, not really how I feel during, so I do it for post-run only.
Five years ago I mocked runners. Who in their right minds would want to run? And, who in their right minds would pay to run, as in a race, where it can cost upwards of $75? That's a lot of dough I could spend on a cute outfit or my hair. Or anything besides running. I could run for free if I really wanted to. But I didn't want to. So I laughed at them.
Then three years ago some dear friends of mine, whom I no longer lived near, decided they were going to do the Oklahoma City Half Marathon and asked if I wanted to join them. Well heck no, I didn't want to run! But I did want to see my friends. I decided to join them at the race in OKC, but only because I so needed to see them.
I trained about four months for that half marathon. And you know what? I learned a lot about myself through that training, none of which had much to do with running. I learned that I have many excuses. I learned that I can go farther than I thought. I learned to persevere. Because of my friends, I went from running two minutes feeling out of breath to running seven miles straight and actually finishing a half marathon. And because of them, I learned I'm tougher than I thought.

Me, for real, finishing the half.

Me and The Motivators

In 2012, we're doing it again; I will meet them in OKC and we'll run our hearts out. Me literally. I will begin my training with three mile runs, move farther along to a ten mile run, climaxing with the half (hee-hee, I said climaxing). In honor of this phase of my life, I am creating a new tab on this blog: How to Run. This page will be filled with posts coming from my own take on running. As I said, some people like to run and I am not one of them (personally, I don't think anybody actually enjoys it, but I won't go on about that), so my posts will be for real people. Real people who don't want to do it but, for some reason or another, must.
I feel I should tell you that my tips are by no means endorsed by the medical community. This legal tidbit also sticks out- consult your doctor before beginning any exercise regime.
I hope you enjoy it; maybe it'll be your ticket to more confidence too.

I ♥ Melissa, Amy, and Holly!

Where, Oh Where, Has My Summer Gone...

2011-08-01T22:13:00.000-06:00

My summer in a nutshell:

Work. (Homework)

Serve West Bountiful. (Homework)

Oklahoma. (Homework)

Work. (Homework)

Oh Summer, why aren't you longer? I want to frolic and play, but I have no time. And now, you are starting to fade away; Cousin Autumn's approaching quickly and mean old Winter won't be far behind. Please Summer, stay.

I ♥ Summer!

An Alien in This World of Online Intellectuals

2011-05-30T22:36:00.002-06:00

Do you ever feel like you just don't belong?
That's how I feel in this IST class of mine.
Everybody's all intellectual. And actually interested in dissecting the intricate details of online life.
Just let me enjoy my Facebook posting and my blogging in peace.
I don't need to analyze each bit and what it means to our society.
Let me live in my time and be a model of it.
Let me be free.
=}

I dislike computer jargon!

Edit: I know. My last post makes it sound like I enjoy it. And I do enjoy the readings a bit. What I don't enjoy is the 'smartness' around me. It's out of my league and frankly, it's uncomfortable.

The Excitement of Information Systems Technology.

2011-05-29T14:45:00.000-06:00

So I'm in this class called The Wired Society and it's about the internet in our lives. Not the most interesting subject to me. But I did find this recent reading fun. We read chapter 1 of, get ready for it...

Technopoly

The Surrender of Culture to Technology

Neil Postman

Doesn't that sound exciting? Okay, you're right, it doesn't sound exciting at all. But it was. And I wrote a short little thing about it for an online discussion in my class. If you're looking for something to do one day , you should read it...not the whole book, just the chapter. I don't know, I guess you could read the whole book if you want.

Anyway, here's what I wrote:

In Judgment of Thamus, I am intrigued by Socrates’ thought that we think we are wiser, yet we know nothing; we know only that we are able to find information, not that we carry it always. I feel that way, in a much less intellectual manner of course. What do I really know? And what do I really remember? I hold on to information as long as is needed, and then I let it go. If I make an A in botany, but couldn’t tell you what cyanogenic glycosides are, am I still knowledgeable in the subject? Or am I simply knowledgeable in making A’s? But this leading to a college degree puts me in the ‘smarter-than-most’ category in our society.

Though this is what most captured my attention, the chapter serves another purpose: what I read is that technology changes our lives and that our lives change our technologies. As Freud said, “If there had been no railway to conquer distances, my child would never have left his native town and I should need no telephone to hear his voice…”

Also, something else we've discussed is how the advancement of social sites makes us think that everyone wants to know about minute happenings in our lives. Some people say that it is an online form of narcissism when someone uses their blog or Facebook to tell us they are making a PB&J or that they accidentally put the wrong socks on. Who wants to know every little detail? But.... when you put all of those little details together, you get a very good sense of who the person is and how they are feeling in general. You 'get to know' the person.

All that was to say, though you may think I'm going on about myself, I'm merely letting you get to know me. =)

I ♥ Learning!

Lessons Learned

2011-05-17T17:08:00.000-06:00

Soooo, my last post was me saying I did work I didn't have to do for my botany class.

Yeah well, um, I was wrong.
Turns out, I should have done way more work. Oops.
Another note to self: stop taking online classes, and definitely don't take more than one at the same time; it gets confusing.

But on the bright side, I now know exactly what I should do each day.

From each mistake, a lesson learned.

I ♥ Learning! Even if the homework kinda blows.

One Time. In College. I Did Too Much Work.

2011-05-09T19:33:00.000-06:00

Sometimes when your professor gives you all sorts of questions to answer, you don't actually have to answer them at all. Note to self: always read the instructions carefully lest you end up doing extra.

Want to know what I'm learning about this semester? Whaaaat? Of course you do... Check it out here.

Makes me seem purty smart huh? Well, we'll see. =)

Love ya'lls!

I ♥ Learning!

What Little Boys Are Made Of

2011-05-04T22:03:00.001-06:00

Today, my little guy pulled a Ninjago spear out of his pocket and it made me smile. One of those smiles that reminds a mother of how wonderful her kids are.

Some more of those reminders I've pulled out of his pockets over the years:

sand and rocks
bouncy balls
matchbox cars
and sticky hands

I'm looking forward to what'll be in there next.

I ♥ My Boy! No ma'am, that does not mean I love him more. =)

Bin Laden

2011-05-03T23:03:00.000-06:00

It's been a few days since we've heard that Bin Laden is dead and to be totally honest, I don't know what to feel about it. Many people are obviously happy about it. And rightfully so. Still, many of my friends aren't quite so sure about happiness over a death. And rightfully so.

As much as I wish his death would secure our freedoms and put them back in their place, I just don't think it will ever do that.

For one, it's been ten years. That equals ten years worth of planning on the part of Al Qaeda. They know what they're doing after that much time.
Second, our lives have already been altered with increased airport and civic securities. Is it likely that his death will bring an end to these? I don't think so, and in this sense they won a long time ago. A long time ago they brought some of our freedoms to an end. I don't know if that was their plan, but it's what happened.

I was a young adult when Bin Laden's team attacked us. I still felt the world had some good in it up until that point.
But they succeeded.
They scared me.
So whether or not Bin Laden is dead doesn't matter much to me. The world is scary to me still- regardless of his life or death.

I guess I can only pray that God has a place for him. That's not the 'best' thought I guess. But maybe if I get to talk with him later, I can hopefully understand him more.

I Can't Believe I Said That

2011-04-29T15:22:00.001-06:00

After re-reading my last post about water, I realized how spoiled I am. Water is boring to drink? I can't imagine me saying this to someone who has none.

Poor, poor pitiful me; I only want soda and tea to drink.

I ♥ Humility!

Water is Not My Thing

2011-04-28T20:45:00.001-06:00

Some people love, love, love water. I am not one of them. Don't get me wrong; a nice cold glass of agua is refreshing on a hot summer day. But to drink it consistently (because I do have to sip on something at all times) bores me to tears.

But.... (Oh, I dread this but.)

...I intend to drink the minimal eight cups daily. Starting tomorrow. tee-hee-hee

Water has so many health benefits that I can't give myself any more excuses not to. So here goes nothing....
Wish me luck.

I ♥ Most Non-Water Beverages!

The End of an Era (Okay, Just a Semester)

2011-04-27T20:22:00.000-06:00

The Spring 2011 semester is OVER.

Two classes I took. Guess what? Two A s I received....Oh yeah!

That art class that frustrated me so in the beginning? That's right, I got an A.

That anthropology class in which I was a week late for a test and a paper? Yep, an A.

The perfectionist in me loves A s.

Okay, 'nuff bragging.......

I ♥ A s!
I know, I know. I don't know how to write the plural form of the grade A. College hasn't made me that smart yet.

The Parenthood

2011-04-25T19:30:00.000-06:00

Parenthood is hard. There are the late nights, the sassy attitudes, the sibling arguments. But more difficult than these is something much more terrifying- all the other parents. And not just other parents, but pretty much half of the population.

No matter what we do for our kids, somebody thinks it's wrong. Let my kid stay up until midnight? I'm too lax. Make them go to bed at 8:30? I'm way too strict. Let them watch PG-13 movies? Depending on who I"m talking to, those movies are fine or horrible.
Not let them stay the night at a friend-of-a-friend's house, whom I've never met? I'd think that would only be sane, but I've been made to feel as though I'm extremely overprotective for it.

As confident as I'm not, I look to friends and other parents for a little reassurance. But I'm never left feeling that way. I guess its not really reassurance I want, but just not "Oh my word! You let your kid do what?!" or " It's okay, Johnny will be fine with that bottle. The skull and crossbones don't mean anything".

Please understand that if my child doesn't have a coat on in the 20 degree weather and I'm all nicely bundled up on the way into the store, it's because I let him choose to not wear it. If he gets cold, he'll make a better choice next time.

Please understand that while some movies may be appropriate for other families, they may not exactly be for mine. And while I'm on this road, some things others find wrong, we don't make as big a deal about. We're all just different, with different values. Usually, there's nothing wrong with having different values. Unless of course, you consider murder okay or what-not. But you know that's not what I'm talking about here.

So let's make a deal: I won't tell you to cover your baby's ears in this wind if you won't tell me to not let my boy play outside in the rain.

Sounds like a good deal to me.

Happy Easter to You All

2011-04-23T17:12:00.003-06:00

I am no theological scholar; that's fairly obvious. I am not certain if Easter's date was seemingly chosen at random, such as Christmas; December 25th was taken from a pagan holiday. But Easter- I'm not so sure if its dates come from the actual resurrection or not.

I find it very fitting, however, that here in the northern hemisphere, its placement is in the springtime. Spring is a time of renewal, a time of new life. And Easter represents God's giving of new life to us, through Jesus' crucifixion, through Jesus' resurrection.

Happy Easter to you all. May we remember His love. If you do not believe in Jesus, may you know you are loved anyway.

Please visit this YouTube site while you are surfing other websites and listen to this beautiful version of How Great Thou Art; it's by Lindsey Kane and she sings it gorgeously.

I ♥ Jesus!

photo courtesy of this site http://joshuapundit.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html

Running vs. Singing

2011-04-18T21:45:00.001-06:00

Some of you may know that I run a little. Very little, but still some. I did manage to train and run a half marathon once. It was hard. Running takes a lot out of you.. What could be harder?
I'll tell you what.... it's singing.

I use my running muscles everyday. But I'm beginning to think I've never used my singing muscles a day in my life. Did you know that you have to use your hoo-hah, not use your head and be able to exhale for like ten minutes straight- from your belly, not your lungs?

I know though, if I can run (almost) 13.1 miles, I can get a hang of this thing. It's my secret little secret, singing well is. I've wanted it ever since that heartbreaking day many years ago when my Sunday school teacher made a blatant implication that I stunk at it. So I must do it. And do it I shall.

Even though it's harder than I had thought, it's incredibly fun. It helps that my coach is such wonderful company. You da bomb, Kelli! Ka-blooey!!

I'd ♥ to Sing Well! Well enough that people want to listen.