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Main Entry: 1suc·cu·lent
Pronunciation: -l&nt
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin suculentus, from sucus juice, sap; perhaps akin to Latin sugere to suck — more at SUCK
1 a : full of juice : JUICY b : moist and tasty : TOOTHSOME c of a plant : having fleshy tissues that conserve moisture
2 : rich in interest
– suc·cu·lent·ly adverb

Spring melts into summer, when the juice from sun ripened strawberries dribbles down your chin and falls unheeded to the ground.

There is still time to pick your own; we visited Ambrose on Wadmalaw. I’ll be returning, as I feel the need to put up some preserves.

*** For extra indulgence pierce a ripe strawberry with a fork and allow to sit in a chocolate martini.

I happened to have an errand that took me to Target, today. I visited the one on Rivers. The Easter merchandise is now 75% off and as of today, there was a lot of candy left.

Pink M&Ms taste just as good with popcorn in July as they do in March or April. Also, I now have a stash of Dove dark chocolate. Well, unless I get the irrepressible urge to dip strawberries.

So, I was looking at Sitemeter’s referral page, and I found this PostScripts.

Cool!

However, it’s also like being in the middle of cleaning out the attic and hearing the doorbell.

Now, hopefully the boys will synchronize their naptimes, today. I want to fix my links and “stuff.”

Is my hair* OK?

*No really, I could start to care. Maybe. Not a word, Ivy.

I was reading Aunt B’s “Gentlemen Please.”

This is one of those areas where I agree, but have reservations. I have an eleven year old stepdaughter. She’s pretty, scary pretty. Ivy can vouch for this. The rules are different in our house than her mom’s house. We don’t pretend ours are “better” rules, we just matter of factly enforce them. We dress somewhat conservatively, compared to today’s standards. I’m not saying we ask her to wear ankle length skirts and a head covering. No, if she’s going to be active, then we ask that she wear shorts, that preferably do a little more than just cover the crease where her butt meets her legs. If we go to the waterpark, then we request a one piece suit that fits. The second is mostly because I don’t want to deal with the ‘trauma’ of her searching for her top at the bottom of a waterslide.

I completely agree with this point:

Women are not responsible for how men act. You are responsible for you and we are responsible for us. If your self-control has not progressed past the back seat of the car fights you had with your brother when you were six–“But he made me hit him!” “But she made me fuck her!”–then you should not be out in society. If a grown-ass man can’t see a 14 year old girl as anything other than a potential fuck, that’s his fault, not the girl’s.

I have a feeling This will probably be the summer where we have to offer a real explanation. So far, we’ve just been able to say, “It’s just not appropriate.” Now, that she’s older we’ll have to explain more. It’s such a tightrope walk, how do you convince a girl that while she has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, unnecessarily flaunting isn’t the way to go, either. I guess at this point, we hold on for the ride and pray that we instilled the right foundation.

I’ve taken her to art exhibitions, with nudes, so she could see the beauty of the female form. I pointed out the beauty of the middle aged women, the ones that had the stretch marks and crows feet. We looked at the sculptures of the elderly women, too, with the wisdom and love in their expressions. I’m doing my best to teach her that beauty is more than sexuality.

I want her to be confidant and proud and to not throw away her diginity because some boy tells her she’s pretty. I want her to feel powerful, but I don’t want that to stem solely from the ability to turn a male on.

I can’t decide if I love or hate this picture.

I am sure everyone is aware of the protest marches for illegal alien “rights.” I wonder if anyone has caught this little tidbit.
Montgomery Is Criticized Over Credit for Students

This bothers me, it really does. To me, it’s like giving students credit for attending a strike. Sure, let’s send a bunch of kids, who we all know are incredibly level headed and mature, to an intensely heated situation. Sounds like a great plan!

“The last time I checked, the First Amendment is not a right to question what the speech is,” he said. “I’m sure if students were participating in a tax cap rally, these same people would not be objecting to that.”

If the students were able to participate in either side of a “tax cap” debate, I would have less of a problem. Encouraging the students to attend, only in support of a cause does bother me. We turn out enough drones as it is.

I try to learn something new each day. Of course, with all the information at our fingertips, it’s virtually impossible for me to make it through a day without stumbling on something. I was browsing through some science articles over on Yahoo and found this Knoxville Zoo Opens Naked Mole-Rat Exhibit. I figured it would be good for a snicker.

I wasn’t aware that any mammals lived eusocially, meaning only the “queen” reproduces, much like an ant colony.

Ivy, I don’t suppose you are up for driving to Knoxville.

Is there a zoo in Nashville?

I want to thank those of you, who took the time to leave a comment and make me feel better about myself and the relationship I have with my father. In the course of my life, it has taught me to truly appreciate all the wonderful people who enter my life, if only for a short while. I have found wonderful father figures thoughout my life. Most memorable were my fifth grade teacher, Mr. Hutto, and a man who could have been my father-in-law, if life had worked out differently. The latter died while I was dating his son, but the caring he showed me in the course of one year has forever left an imprint on my heart. Mr. Hutto fostered my love of reading and of science; things I did were good enough for him and I always felt like he was proud of me.

I found a quotation today that fit my feelings for my current position in life. I am content with who I am and what I do.

No nation can rise above its homes. The church, the school, and even the nation, stand helpless before a weakened and degraded home, in building character. The good home is the rock foundation- the cornerstone of civilization. If this, our nation, is to endure, the home must be safeguarded, strengthened, and restored to its rightful importance.”

(Ezra Taft Benson)

That’s all I am, to my father. I’m upset, not because he thinks this, but because I allow it to hurt me. He just can’t stand the fact that I didn’t finish college. He hates that I’m a girl and he hates that I’m capable of rational thought.

He called, last night. Ostensibly, it was to see how everyone was. In reality, I think he was worried that things are going well for me and he just has to rain on my parade. He’s been like this my whole life. I do love him, but there are times when I just wish he’d go away. He did everything in his power to sabotage my college career, but when I finally decided another aspect of my life was more important, I became the subject of disdain.

For instance, last night we were discussing the weather. Somehow or another it came up that I’m not turning on the air until May or so. He scornfully said, “like you pay the bills.” Apparently, because I chose to not be a teacher or nurse, like he wanted, my opinions and actions in my own house are worthless. I never wanted to be a teacher or a nurse. Back when I cared what he thought, I pretended I did, just so he would be proud of me.

In third grade he taught me to play chess. Rather than being proud that I was decent at the game, he would laugh at me when he beat me.

Now, if I have an idea or opinion and want him to accept it, I have to pretend as though my husband thought of it.

His mom stayed home with the kids.

Ask him how about how his other two children turned out.

There are going to be a lot of Charlestonians looking like tourists over the next few days. By that I mean, fish belly white on one side and lobster red on the other. My whole family and I fall into that category, today. I don’t know why I didn’t think of sun block. It may have been due to the bickerfest that constitutes Saturday mornings around here. We haven’t quite figured it out but lately it’s been, “We have a whole day together, let’s ruin it right away! WHEEEEEEEE!” We’re considering replacing our alarm clock buzzer with “Let’s Get Ready to Rumble.” It’s never anything important, but that certainly doesn’t stop us.

We had a great time. The inbound traffic jam was probably a blessing in disguise, the baby was able to get a much needed nap.

I had a blast people watching, today. Parents, please don’t put your children in plastic flip flops if they are going to be walking a lot. I saw a lot of little blistered feet, poor kiddos. My stepdaughter thinks we are beyond cruel when we nix those on outings, but she survives.