Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!

I know, I know, my poetry sucks, but I was feeling a bit on the creative side today.  And the weather is just so beautiful that I felt compelled to write something about it.  As I was sitting on a bench this noon, I just couldn’t resist writing about the gentle late-summer breeze wafting through the courthouse square, winding in and out of the trees like a dancer twirling a ribbon.  Lovely daydreams consumed my thoughts and consume them still; I really don’t want to be at work right now.  Oh, to be at home, napping in the hammock beneath the trees, preferably with company. 🙂  Such fun!

I am so excited!  My baby’s coming home tonight!  YAY!!!  I haven’t seen him in a whole week and I’ve never gone that long without seeing him before.  I can’t wait!  I missed him so much!

*yawn*  I suppose I had better get something done, but I really don’t want to…

*sigh*  Can it please be five o’clock instead of only quarter after one?

Nine days till September 3…

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Pink nail polish and other sundry items of interest

There was an article in the Des Moines Register this morning dealing with a man in Pennsylvania who wants to open a halfway house for sex offenders.  I thought it was a very interesting article and I think it is very nice of him to do such a thing.  His request was denied and so he invited three convicted sex offenders who had served prison time into his home, where they help out around the house, contribute to the bills, and actively search for employment and housing elsewhere.  His neighbors are furious, but I find his actions refreshing.  Residency restriction laws are absolute crap.

I can hear the nay-sayers now: Would you really want your child living next door to a sex offender?  What if something happened?  Who’s to say they are truly rehabilitated?  I see a huge problem with this sort of logic, though.  The law in Iowa states that all registered sex offenders must live at least 2,000 feet away from any school or registered daycare.  That eliminates all of Gladbrook and I’m pretty sure it eliminates all of Reinbeck.  It also eliminates a lot of Marshalltown, as there are schools and daycares all over the place there, and I’m sure the same holds true for other metropolitan areas.  With such stringent restrictions on where people are able to live, it creates headaches not only for the sex offenders trying to find a place to live, but also for the police officers whose job it is to keep track of them.  Man hours are wasted trying to make sure that registered addresses are not bogus.  These people have friends, too, and friends will lie to cover for their buddies when in danger like this.

I am of the opinion that the truly dangerous offenders are locked up in prisons with no chance of getting out.  The repeat offenders usually repeat prison sentences, just like other criminals.  And jail is a difficult place to be a sex offender, especially if your offense involved children.  Better not bend over to reach for that soap.  And as far as something happening to my child, the odds of a sex offender living next door to me and doing something to my child are slim.  Most offenses take place with someone the victim already knows and who is already allowed access to the child, so just because you enact a law that says sex offenders can’t live within so many feet of a place doesn’t mean that there’s going to be a reduction in sex crimes.  Just because you can’t live within 2,000 feet of a school doesn’t mean you can’t go within 2,000 feet of a school.  If they want it bad enough, they’ll find a way, and no law will stop them.

It seems the fury over this in Iowa hit fever pitch about the time that Jetseta Gage was killed.  What bothered me about that case so much was that her own mother was allowing the Bentley brothers access to her daughter; they were invited into her home and she trusted them around her children.  Look how that trust was repaid.  I personally think she is a stupid, careless woman for letting people around her child without knowing more about their backgrounds first.

If anyone actually reads this, I anticipate a lot of angry comments, but really, it’s about time that someone stood up and voiced this kind of opinion.  The way most people talk, sex offenders are the scourge of the galaxy.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not condoning their actions; I find them as reprehensible as the next person.  But people are capable of change.  And laws can be a problem; how many men out there have been convicted of having consensual sex with their underage girlfriends?  And by men I mean like a 19-year-old boy and his 15-year-old girlfriend.  If convicted, he will have to register as a sex offender for his entire life, just because he took a roll in the hay with a girl who was willing but under the age of consent (16 in Iowa).  Now you tell me: Is he really such an evil person?  Not many people often stop to think about it that way.

I understand that the scenario posed above is not the case with all sex offenders, but it happens more than people think and I think people ought to use their brains a bit before condemning others.  Judge not, lest ye be judged.  The article I linked to above had a very good quote in it from Jeremiah that I think is very fitting to this discussion: “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sin no more.”  It was a wise person who said that.

And now, on to less inflammatory matters.  Apparently the future of Delta Industries  and that of its employees is looking a little clearer.  The plan is to rebuild, but they’re not sure where yet.  I really hope they will seriously consider staying in Reinbeck as a lot of employees live in town.  I believe it would be a major blow to our local economy for Delta to pick up and leave.  As there is no word yet on what caused the fire, I am still curious.  I’ve heard arson mentioned, but I don’t know if I’m ready to believe that.  I suppose I’m a bit naive, but I prefer to believe the best of people and look for the good in them, so it’s really hard for me to recognize the bad in people, especially people that I know.  Hopefully they’ll be able to conclude the investigation soon and provide answers for the community.

And now, something completely different!

My grandpa’s wife underwent two surgeries this week to correct a heart problem.  I am happy to say that she came through both operations quite well, but she remains in ICU and will probably be there for four or five more days before probably making a trip to an assisted living facility to continue her recovery.  I’m very hopeful that the two surgeries she had will correct all the problems she’s been having and that she’ll be up and around again and back to her normal self in no time.  I’m sure my grandpa is hoping the same thing.

I’ve been doing quite a lot of writing and typing today and boy, are my hands tired!  So on that note, I think I will bid you all (okay, all one of you) a fond farewell and a happy Friday!

Nineteen days till September 3…

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Sweet, sweet sleep…

…how I long for thee!  And peace and quiet, too!

My week sure filled up in a hurry.  In one afternoon, I have filled up two days and an evening, all within the next week!  One of those days will involve vacation time and pampering, right before a very long drive and a very early morning (more vacation time).  I had rather forgotten how crazy the week before a wedding can be!  Not mine, mind you, a friend’s.  I’m a bridesmaid.  A bridesmaid without shoes…I might want to fix that problem before Saturday.  Now if only I knew what else I would wear silver shoes with…

*sigh*  I love kids, but sometimes they’ll drive you nuts!  After today, I’m amazed I haven’t sprouted a bald patch.

And now, without further ado, I present the gentle gurgling of the desktop fountain and the somewhat more urgent gurgling of the fish tank…Swim, fishies, swim!  Swim for your lives!  The fountain will save you!

As you can see, I have entered the Silly Zone, that part of you which overcomes all normal functioning when you are so tired that you can hardly see straight, let alone stand straight or do much of anything else straight…Such as making any kind of sense whatsoever…

I think I need a nap.

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Facebook update

I’ve been piddling around on Facebook off and on all afternoon.  I took a break from favoriting quotes from The Simpsons to do some actual work and when I went back, the layout of the whole site had been changed!  It’s so weird!  I’ve been on Facebook for close to a year, but it’s amazing how quickly you get used to a certain layout.  I suppose that probably doesn’t make much sense, but I’m in training for the Junior Space Cadets right now, so nanner nanner boo boo.

Anyway, it’s weird!  I can’t get used to it!  Granted, I’ve only taken about five seconds to wrap my mind around the concept and who knows?  Maybe once I adjust to the new layout, I’ll even like it better than the old one.  But I miss seeing my flair board…And they should really make that tiny little board bigger!  Must display more flair!

Okay, perhaps I should lay off the sugar…Or maybe just take a nap…

I guess that qualifies as my whining for the day.  The weather has really been nice the last couple of days.  It’s a little bit humid, but the temperature is staying down, so it’s not too bad outside.  Unless, of course, you’re carrying mail all day, and then I suppose it probably is…

Nine days till August 1…

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Sunshine and puppies

The sun is out today.  It’s a wonderful day!  A little on the hot side, though.  Yesterday was much nicer, except for the rain and the clouds and the thunder.  And the packing.  I hate packing.

I get to go to a concert tonight!  Yay!  *happy dancing*  I can’t wait!  Jason Brown is at the Hardin County Fair tonight and I’m really looking forward to seeing him, even though I only know one of his songs.  It’s a good song, though, so I hope the concert will be good.  And the tickets were free, so it’s not like I’m out a bunch of money if I hate it.  I guess I should say if we hate it, cuz hunnybunny is coming with me.  It wouldn’t be any fun to go by myself, after all…

Maybe I can get him to give me a back rub later.  My shoulders are killing me.  Mucho stressed out-o.  Hopefully that will all subside after next week…

Ladidadida…dida…ladida…

The fishies are looking for something but I don’t know what.  I don’t think they’ll find it cuz they’re looking at the top of the water.  There is no escape, little fishies!

Twenty-one days till August 1…

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The end is near…or not…

‘Tis a cloudy day.  Not much for wind, not much for sun.  Temp’s around 80°.  Not much going on, in case you can’t tell.

I still can’t believe the Fourth of July is the day after tomorrow.  It still doesn’t seem right.

Once again, I intended to get something accomplished last night.  Once again, I failed miserably.  At least I got some preschool paperwork finished up.  I just was not motivated at all last night.  It’s so hard to get motivated these days!  Perhaps I need a little help.

Definitely need a nap.

*sigh*  Time to find something else to do, I guess…

Twenty-nine days till August 1…

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The Fish

The fish are none too interesting today.  The sun is shining, though, and that’s nice.  Not too much going on today.  I’m fighting with Windows Live right now; I just added a bunch of favorites and it won’t let me move them around.  I’m gonna have to re-add them and then delete the duplicate entries…what a pain.

At least the sun is out.

Thirty-seven days till August 1…

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Yay!

I had a decent story idea earlier!  Yay!  I haven’t had one of those in a long time!  Yay!  Either it will turn out well or it will descend rapidly into mediocrity and promptly end.  Stay tuned for further details…

It’s another beautiful day.  President Bush was in Cedar Rapids and Iowa City this morning checking out the flood damage, and I found an article in the Des Moines Register calling young writers to apply for a writing gig.  That’s me!  I’m a young writer!  Well, I try, anyway.  I think I’ll apply for it.  After all, what do I have to lose?  The most they can do is tell me no.

Well, I suppose I’d better get my nose back to the grindstone, though I would really rather just go home and watch The Producers while I wait for my hunnybunny to show up.  Seriously, I can’t wait to see him tonight.  *sigh*

Forty-two days till August 1…

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To the caffeine gods

Please, help me, I’m begging you!  Three hours of sleep doesn’t cut it for me.  I need your liquid awakeness!

Okay, so awakeness probably isn’t a word, but I’m really too tired to care.  Weekend of Painting Number Two, Part II went off mostly as planned (i.e., we actually painted).  We were up till after 2:30 a.m. Saturday night, but we got the walls and ceiling primed and then put two coats of paint on the ceiling before calling it a night.  Naturally, we had to clean up before we could collapse, but that essentially was the end of it.  As we were outside fending off mosquitoes and spraying paint everywhere with the hose (we were trying to rinse out brushes and rollers), I happened to notice a bunch of heat lightning to the north of Reinbeck and I have to say, it was the weirdest heat lightning ever.  It almost looked like someone was setting off fireworks or something.  Oh well, thought I, better there than here.  We put all the paint supplies on the porch to dry and then went inside, cleaned ourselves up, and went to bed.

You know how when you’re really super tired and all you want to do is sleep, but the second your head hits the pillow, you get a second wind?  Well, that happened Saturday night.  So we lay there talking for a little bit and had just drifted off into blissful slumber when the tornado sirens went off.  Seriously, we had been asleep for ten minutes at most and then all of a sudden we’re tearing through the house like a couple of bats outta hell.  Hunnybunny dashed across the hall and grabbed his daughter out of her room and the three of us tore down the stairs to the basement.  We took up residence on the stairs and hunnybunny directed me to the safest corner of the basement, should we need to hide out for a while.  That’s when the rumbling started, and I don’t mean rumbling like thunder, I mean rumbling like a train.  He didn’t have to tell me to move, I moved on my own.  We were downstairs for close to an hour.  I was freezing about the whole time we were down there, but I had neglected to bring my jacket with me for the weekend and I was wearing a tank top, so I didn’t have a lot of recourse except for snuggling up to hunnybunny.  He told me where I could find a jacket downstairs and that helped, but it was only a thin one.  I’ve never shaken that much in my entire life, and I’m not sure which made me shake more, the cold or the fear.  Hunnybunny ran upstairs and got a blanket and that helped, but I was pretty nervous about him going upstairs with the sirens going.  Then they stopped after about twenty minutes and he decided to go upstairs and check the situation out on t.v.  He was up there for a long time while we stayed safely downstairs, but I was really, really nervous about that.  I just wanted him to come back downstairs and be safe.  Fortunately, the storm passed without a tornado hitting Reinbeck, but I was plenty freaked out after what happened last month.

Needless to say, I was ridiculously tired yesterday.  We had planned to go to church in the morning (which starts at 8:00 a.m.), but we decided not to.  Hunnybunny had to return the prayer brick, so he ran up quick, but then he came home and we put the first coat of paint on the walls in the kitchen.  After only three hours of sleep, though, we were both feeling extra un-motivated and once the first coat was up, we decided to go out for dinner, since it was Father’s Day and all.  HuHot, yummy!  Then we went back home and put another coat of paint on the walls and watched the race.  Or more accurately, he watched the race and I took a nap.  Daughter took a nap, too.  Eventually, we started taking the plastic down in the kitchen and the drywall guy came back to caulk around the edges of the countertops.  Once that was dry, it was painted, too, and then it was supper-and-a-movie time.  We had pizza and watched Mulan.  Hunnybunny had a nap.  Then I had a nap.  Then it was bedtime.  Think I wanted to get up this morning after all those naps yesterday?  Not a chance!

So since I have now chronicled my partly-interesting-but-mostly-boring-and-sleep-deprived weekend, I’m off to take a nap and pray for caffeine and an end to the severe weather.  ¡Adios!

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