Friends

    Miscellany

    Recent Posts

    Older Posts

    26 weeks

    Sandra Bennage
    I'm in the middle of my 26th week of pregnancy and I'm sure, as most pregnant women are, that I have a kick boxing champion in my womb. He kicks more often than Adah did and, well, Adah's going to be my soccer star, so I have no idea what I'm in for. I get a lot of those Braxton Hicks contractions, which I did not with Adah, so I'm hoping that means that labor will be short. Heck, if I even go into labor on my own, I'll be happy.

    We were blowing film and a Carey took this picture of Adah kissing my belly (totally posed, she wouldn't do that willingly). Here's another cute picture of Adah and her buddy Ellie (wearing some fun Christmas head bands).
    0 comment[s]
    Monday, November 14, 2005 11:23 PM





    If you can't buy organic...

    Sandra Bennage
    Clipped from an article on CNN.com:

    "The Environmental Working Group, a Washington-based advocacy group, has produced a guide to the pesticide levels in fruits and vegetables commonly sold in grocery stores, basing the findings on data from the Agriculture Department and Food and Drug Administration.

    The guide says the lowest pesticide levels are found in asparagus, avocados, bananas, broccoli, cauliflower, sweet corn, kiwi, mangos, onions, papaya, pineapples and sweet peas.

    The highest pesticide levels, meanwhile, are found in apples, bell peppers, celery, cherries, imported grapes, nectarines, peaches, pears, potatoes, red raspberries, spinach and strawberries."
    0 comment[s]
    10:35 PM





    Google's quote of the day...

    Sandra Bennage
    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite. - Paul Dirac
    1 comment[s]
    Wednesday, November 09, 2005 10:23 PM





    Oscillation

    Christopher Bennage
    It is always a shock to discover that people actually read this. Yes, that means you. Especially, since I do little to limit the candor of my thoughts. If indeed these half-formed musings can be called thoughts.
    Being honest about the emotions that my professional life has flowered causes me to feel exposed. The continued questioning of "how are things going at work?" makes me self conscious and fearful of overstating the negative.
    My co-worker was in town this last week. He commented that even when I'm trying to be negative, I use positive tones and inflections; that the genuine thrust of what I hope to communicate is buried in the sanguine nature of my speech.
    I am a strange blend of optimism and pessimism. I do feel better than I did a few weeks ago. Hopeful, because I am forgetful. Light-hearted because I have been stretched thin.
    I totter between ecstasy and despair.

    Ecstasy
    Life is marvelous. The gleam in Adah's eye as she swirls across the living room floor. The budding life kicking and punching inside Sandra's belly. The smell of the tea olive tree wafting in through our screen door. The words of a hymn pricking hearts and welling tears.

    Despair
    The restless incessancy of life. Task after meaningless task. Aging without living. Ecclesiastes.
    1 comment[s]
    Tuesday, November 08, 2005 9:26 PM