Hoffee- huffy without coffee

HOFFEE- huffy without coffee

Define huffy:
huff·y
/ˈhəfē/
Adjective
Annoyed or irritated and quick to take offense at petty things.
Synonyms
huffish – touchy

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Deciduous magnolia

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Spring is here … Saw this by the library today… Absolutely beautiful.
Was told it might be a deciduous magnolia flower

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I grew up with a “regular” southern magnolia (magnolia grandiflora) tree on the side of the house. Growing up, I loved the furry leaf and flower coverings….and the big white fragrant flowers….
Here is a web image

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(Next time I’m at my childhood home I need to take a picture of the fuzzy/furry leaf coverings…) some leaf/flower coverings were so furry I could pretend I was holding a mouse and trick friends. Once, I soaked the dried coverings and shaved the hair off so I could tried to make deer skin” clothing for my barbies when I pretended they were Native Americans (from the prairie cultures).


Found these pics online but not great

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Done in ignorance or knowledge

I wrote this in August 2011 as a “note” on my Facebook.

So many things i read saddens my soul. Is what we do intentionally with ignorance any better or worse than what we intentionally do with knowledge? Does a harm done with good intentions make it right? Does a good done accidentally make it wrong? There are so many harms we inflict upon our children. Sometimes we think it is for their good. Sometimes they are done in anger. Sometimes they are done in ignorance. Sometimes they are done accidentally. Sometimes these harms are inflicted intentionally. Sometimes we harm with our ignorance. Sometimes inspite of our knowledge. Sometimes against our instincts. Sometimes because of our cultural or familial influences. Sometimes we harm with words. Sometimes with our actions. The harms can be physical, emotional, mental and spiritual. We make mistake with our children. The main goal is to try to do better once we know more. We need to do better. Because our children come first. We need to admit our faults and mistakes but we can also admit the things we did/do well.

Lost

I’m screaming
I’m hoping
I’m crying
I’m angry
My rage fills me
Volcanic in its heat
I feel lost, tossed, crashed
God, where are you?
I read, I sing… That you are here
Present….
But once the songs have gone quiet
Once the pages have turned and the book closed
I again rage against my walls
My binds
My cage
I can’t be free
I can’t find you
Where are you
I’m lost
I’m crushed
I’m still hoping
I’m still angry

-Roxanne rma

No time for our children:Cats in the cradle

No words of wisdom to impart, the cartoon and song speak for themselves.

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http://www.lyricsdepot.com/harry-chapin/cats-in-the-cradle.htm

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew
He’d say “I’m gonna be like you dad
You know I’m gonna be like you”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home dad?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, “Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let’s play
Can you teach me to throw”, I said “Not today
I got a lot to do”, he said, “That’s ok”
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah
You know I’m gonna be like him”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
“Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?”
He shook his head and said with a smile
“What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then

I’ve long since retired, my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind”
He said, “I’d love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job’s a hassle and kids have the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, Dad
It’s been sure nice talking to you”

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He’d grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then

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