It's Official

My first-ever personalized license tag arrived today. I can't believe that, of all the millions of people in California, and all the thousands who love farms, that this was still available.

I can't wait for Bob to get home to put it on my car.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "My father was a farmer and my mother was a farmer, but, my childhood was very good. I am very grateful for my childhood, because it was full of gladness and good humanity." —Roberto Begnini

Thanks for visiting.

EDITED at 8:30 PM to add this. Normally I wouldn't do this.

 

It's also official that I—being a collector of all things related to Botticelli's "Birth of Venus"—am an Earth Mother (along with only 11% of the quiz-taking population). Being a slender sex kitten in my younger days and the fact that I haven't reconciled my former status as "Official Muse to some incredible and delectable men" with "middle age and weight gain and some grey hair"—I still don't get Venus as Earth Mother, but I'm happy with the result. For what it's worth, I don't have dirt under my fingernails at the minute: the only way I'd have dirt under my fingernails is if I had to dig a grave (with my bare hands) for one of my dead plants. Without gloves on. And we're talking plants I no longer have because I don't grow things! How many times do I have to tell you: "Bob gardens, I point."

I look again at this graphic. How is this Venus on the Half Shell an Earth Mother? She's wearing the original Birthday Suit.  She doesn't look ready and resourceful.

I've hated the times I've been called an Earth Mother, since my skinny days, my childless days, my every days. HATED it. But let's face it: babies trust me; I love to feed people; I love to sing and cook and rock a baby to sleep. I just can't garden. But yes, I am all about resources, and sharing them with people I love.

I love farmers because they do what I can't. But if this country is going to hell in a handbasket, I might have to learn, huh? Don't put your faith in me: vote with your dollars, and buy from local farms. Farms are our national heritage. Right? Can I get an AMEN?

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I don't usually link to this sort of folderol. Today was sort of a chick-flick day. What can I say?

Again, thanks for visiting.

Comments

[kelly]

That's fabulous!

[Tana]

I KNOW!

[/channeling Monica Geller]

: D

[max]

Surely an earth mother can use a screwdriver!

[to put on her awesome new license plate, I mean]

[Tana]

Hiya, Max,

Since you are the second person (man!) to bring this up, here's what I think:

I'm bring practical.

Bob has all the tools on his truck. He's a general contractor. I make every meal in this house (well, the ones worth mentioning, and certainly 99% of breakfast and dinner), and we have an exchange of labor.

What he can do in two minutes would take me twenty: I would spend 18 minutes looking for the proper wrench or tool or whatever you call it.

We're not cavemen people, but we divvy things up. Egalitarian with the morning tea, we are, and with other things.

We both do laundry, we both change Logan's diapers, we both clean house, and we both do dishes. He gardens and fixes things. I buy the groceries; he pays rent. I pay for my car to be fixed. He doesn't work on my car. I pay utilities. We both share generously with the other when we get windfalls. (And I take him to dinner lots with my trade situations with restaurants. He leaves the tip.)

I ain't afraid of anyone thinking I'm a cripple. I am just not stupid. And I don't want to break a nail. Bob can change my license tags. I mostly don't care that he can't concoct dishes that dazzle. We have a good thing. Believe it or not.

I hope that mollifies somewhat.

[Dr. Biggles]

Dang, I used maff and counted my words. ILIKEHAM don't fit, MEATHENGE doesn't either. Sigh.

[Tana]

You can do I (HEART) BACON or MEAT or HAM or whatever--the DMV website tells you if something is taken. What I especially like is that the ones with the symbols (hearts, stars, hands) benefit a children's health and safety fund.

GO FOR IT, Dr. Biggles.

[Dr. Biggles]

Hey Tana,

I'm still trying. I almost had one, I heart fry pans, still no fit.
Oh dear, I just had an epiphany. And it's a huge-big clear one too. Are you ready? Sitting down? Clear your mind for this one.
I heart Gravy.
It's a glance in to my inner soul.

[Angie]

Tana:

Love your license plate--can't believe it wasn't taken.

And I took the quiz. I'm a Punk Rock Mommy! My family will crack up when they hear that. Guess I haven't lost my edge completely (back in college I had spiky hair).

[Randi]

You'd probably really like where i live in the summer. Im in total farm country. I have read your postings on eG and Im wondering why you stopped posting. If you're interested, I was a foodblogger last May on Eg.