I wanted my tagline to say something along the lines of “The hardest one to raise is myself.”
It bothered me though – partially because it centered funny in the template – a lot because that only told part of the story.
You see, I’m bugged. I’m bugged by this face
This is my grandma – eighteen years old – 1933. Valedictorian of the class of 1933 in her small-town midwest farming community.
The Depression was felt there, I’m sure, but they had their homes, church, school, and the farm.
A glance at a 1930 census shows farmer after farmer. When things really went tits up [I realize talking about LaVerne and “tits up” is just wrong – I can’t help myself.] family moved back to the farm because the farm was self sufficient. It had FOOD.
I’m bugged by that girl. She knew how to garden, preserve, cook, provide, clean house, hang laundry out on the line . . .Â I could go on but just thinking of going and reading her journals of what she did in a day makes me want to take a nap.
I know I have more fun than she did. I’m certain I worry less. I also know she only had a script for the occasional Valium rather than a daily Zoly.
I want to find a balance between LaVerne and Dawn. I want some freaking self-sufficiency in my world, and I’m learning that it’s going to take some discipline to be free. Which sounds like a contradiction – but I’m the girl who can’t find her license or debit card – I have to find some drum beat to march to.
You look like her.
(even the tits up part)
(especially the tits up part)
oh! and once you figure out the whole balance thing…*please* enlighten me.
i’ll buy you some pretty new silver shoes.
The graph paper background is certainly fitting.
First, pretty new template! Second, she had something key that we don’t-Time. She was not electronically hooked up to anybody who wants anything from her. She had Sundays when the whole world around her was quiet. Sometimes I feel like my time is being stolen from me.
Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]
friggin story of my life.
and LOVE the layout!!!
So many choices, we have. Our ancestors didn’t have the angst of choices. ;p
[saw this video the other week; explains it really well: http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/Elizabeth-Gilbert-Talk-from-O-Magazines-10th-Anniversary-Video%5D