When you know you watch too much tv....

I think our tv has been working overtime the last few weeks.
I don't mind my son watching some of the shows that are on (thank goodness he's not asking for Sponge Bob anymore) but I think I'm not monitoring his time as well as I probably should. Last week when he got a scrape on his elbow and we put a band-aid on it he didn't stop singing the "I am stuck on Band-aid brand" song for days until his elbow had scabbed over and there was no need for a bandage.
Then tonight he decided he would bless our supper by himself. We were having alphabet soup (like a certain talking dog character on tv eats) and he blessed the soup that it would give us letters and sentences. Sadly, he can also tell you all about master bathrooms, vaulted ceilings, and about updated kitchens as well. I don't know if that's from the tv shows that I personally like to watch or if it's just from seeing a lot of houses in our quest to buy one.
Either way, though, it's probably time to return the tv to its main responsibility........holding down the video cabinet.

"Millions of peaches, peaches for me...."

Thank you to The Presidents of the United States of America for writing such a wonderful song. Peaches ARE wonderful and I look forward to getting some every year in August and September. Of course, the anticipation starts much earlier. I'm like a kid waiting for Christmas as soon as the Fourth of July passes.

And where do I get my peaches?
Why, I get the very best......Mannings in Fruit Heights.
Their peaches are to die for - Or at least let your skin turn orange for because you've eaten so many of them. But, I must say that my sister has probably eaten more than I have. She's probably on her third half-bushel box by now.

If you are out there and reading this, sister, my husband implores you to seek out professional help. Peach-Eaters Anonymous, perhaps.

Congratulations...it's a blog!

Congrats to me on the birth of my new blog. I hope to feed it, burp it, and watch it grow. I'll admit, like with my son, I had a rather difficult time giving my blog a name. When it comes to names it seems that you have to be mindful of what other people around you are naming their children (and blogs), mind any negative connotations, and still find the name meaningful in some way to you. Easier said than done. Naming a blog is like submitting a child's name to the hospital only to have them tell you, no, that name was taken by your neighbor down the street. Yet, the name came down to two alternatives - both available, both meaningful, and, not surprisingly enough, both Shakespeare.
My friend Carrie, on our first meeting, called me Ophelia and it became one of my nicknames. These words were ones spoken by her to Hamlet.

Ophelia:
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectation and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down!

Hamlet, Act 3, scene 1, 150–154

In Shakespeare's time "glass" usually meant "mirror", while "fashion" not only referred to fashion and what was popular at the time, but also to "demeanor" or "self-disposition." Hamlet was "the glass of fashion," or mirror of behavior, that others emulated and/or looked up to.
While I don't expect anyone to look up to me--and hopefully not emulate me since that is sometimes a pet-peeve of mine-- this blog is my "glass of fashion." It will serve as my mirror of disposition, a reflection of my state of mind and nature. A look into what is currently popular in my life. And should you choose to read my blog on occasion, perhaps you'll get to see things about me you didn't know.
Maybe, like Hamlet, we'll all get a little crazy, too!