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Generation “?”

Quilly asked me recently if I knew what a transistor radio was…  LOL, I am very familiar with transistor radios. As a child, I would slip my own little transistor radio under my pillow; after the lights were out, I would lay my ear over the speaker and listen to music until I was sleepy.

My dad bought a really cheap car (Plymouth Horizon Miser) when I was a young teen. The “Miser” edition — and yes, it was really called that! — didn’t come with a radio. Instead, he set a little transistor radio in the passenger seat, which would go flying off onto the floorboard every time he took a sharp corner.

Yes, I am old enough to remember transistor radios. I’m also old enough to have dialed a rotary phone through much of my childhood. In addition, I wore bell-bottoms (granted, they were hand-me-downs and slightly out of fashion) and learned to type on an actual typewriter (with carbon copies and liquid white-out).   If you’ve never had to use carbon copies, you don’t know how good you have it!
I have a somewhat sketchy memory but I do remember watching the first man on the moon — pretty impressive on our black-and-white TV!  My family owned a newer television set in time for Watergate, and I watched Nixon resign in color.
However, I was not yet alive when Kennedy was assassinated. To me, that is the marking of the end of the baby boomer generation. If you do not have that memory, you don’t really fit in with most Baby Boomers.  (Back in the mid-to-late ’80’s, there was an sure-fire way to make a Baby Boomer feel old: go out for drinks,  let them all talk about where they were when Kennedy was shot, and then tell them you weren’t born yet.)

Gen X-ers follow the Baby Boomers, so by definition, I am supposedly part of Generation X. I have read that Generation X ends with the last people to remember the Cold War, the Challenger disaster, the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the death of Kurt Cobain — and to have those things all mean something personally.

Cold War, check (I no longer think Russia will wipe us out with WWIII).
Challenger, check (I was at college, eating breakfast in front of the big screen TV to watch happy history being made… and then watched in horror).
Berlin Wall, check (you couldn’t pull me away from the TV – I watched the live images with tears streaming down my cheeks).
Kurt Cobain, ….  I didn’t even know the name until all of the publicity surrounding his death. To write this, I had to google him. So I feel a little lost with that last descriptor.  It makes me feel like I don’t really fit in with Generation X any more than I fit in with the Baby Boomers.   I didn’t rage against the machine. Grunge music* came into being after I went to college and was working to support myself. While I did wear flannel shirts in high school, they weren’t popular yet, just comfortable.  I had to buy them in the boys department at non-trendy shops because they weren’t sold everywhere.   It’s true, I wore flannel before it was popular and bell bottoms after they went out of style. I’m perpetually “off” fashion.

I guess that makes me part of a “lost generation” or something like that… those couple of years where we don’t really fit in either generation. There are probably some people born between Gen X and Gen Y that feel the same way.


*Small claim to fame: I graduated with someone who went on to become a member of Pearl Jam.


Where do you fit in? Tell me about your generation.

Thank you, Hilary!

The aging family tree

photo taken by Humorous-Juniorous

My oldest son is a constant reminder to me that I am getting older. His leave-taking in just a few more weeks is both exciting and worrisome for me. I know he is ready to branch out and move on… it’s me who is concerned about the experiences he will encounter.

My  mother has amazing energy and drive. She is still working part-time at 71, although she officially retired at the end of 2008. Now that she has a new hip (early 2009)  she made the decision to get a new knee so she can keep up with her schedule and her travel desires. The surgery went well on Tuesday and she is on the road to recovery.  She won’t be behind the wheel on the road for several months, though, which will be frustrating to my active mother. It doesn’t take much imagination to see that she will be amazing her P.T. in her efforts to get back on her feet.

My father is an old, old man at 74. He visited us in the spring of 2008 –it was the first time in 5 years that we had seen him– and although I had heard the aging in his voice with every illness, it was a shock to see him work so very hard to get up from a chair…to see his hands trembling.  He has fallen several times lately (which may or may not be related to his early stage Parkinson’s Disease) and his latest fall produced a broken tibia. He is recovering in a health care facility since his wife, a petite 81yo, simply cannot lift a weak 270lb man. My siblings and I are taking turns, checking in daily, and wondering if and when we need to purchase plane tickets.

My husband’s parents are basically the same age as my parents, but they are the ones who have changed the least somehow: no major hospitalizations (not counting my FIL’s heart attack 15 years ago) and no bionic body parts.  Oh, they no longer wrestle on the floor with the youngest grandchildren, as they did when the older ones were little, but they have joined in on the leaf fights and they still attend the high school football and basketball games, sitting up high on the bleachers for the best view.  Grandpa no longer jogs but he still gets in his 2 mile walk each morning. Sure, they take naps every day, but I do that myself when I can! Sure, they have more lines on their faces and white hair has replaced the silver, but that is just looking the part when you are great-grandparents four times over, right?

I’m at the age where I am looking at the limbs –my children– as they stretch and grow beyond what I hope has been a strong and stable trunk, and I’m also watching the roots with concern as they grip firmly in the life-supporting soil (and praying we aren’t looking at life-support in the near future).


I am honored to have received this award from Hilary at The Smitten Image this week.

Singing about it makes it better

Five on Friday

1.  It’s been exam week (midterms) here for my 3 oldest boys, which means they have no homework and they get home early each day. I’m enjoying the change of pace and I know they are, too.

2.  I wasn’t feeling up to snuff on Tuesday, but since the boys were home early, I asked the oldest to accompany me to Costco. Score! Someone besides me had to lift those cases of water, juice, and Gatorade.  😀  This also meant that I had enough energy to cook dinner.

3. I’m teaching a class on Thursdays based on the book A Woman After God’s Own Heart by Elizabeth George. If you are a Christian and you are asked to teach a Bible study class, be forewarned: God is going to be working on something in your life! Guess what the current & next few chapters deal with? Procrastination. Taking care of your home (not just cleaning, but also attitudes, etc.).  I’m glad God has a sense of humor (proven by the fact that I was asked to teach this class).

4. Thursday night was a reception at SnakeMaster’s school for the students who had participated in a program offered by the state PTA. This initial level of competition was at individual elementary schools and was judged by folks from the nearby Arts Center.  Well, guess what?!?  SnakeMaster’s photograph won the photography category for his school!

Sherbet Sky by SnakeMaster

"Sherbet Sky" by SnakeMaster, age 10

The actual entry was an 8″x10″ photograph which we matted in black (the inner edge of the matte was thin line of gold).  His artwork is now moving on to the district-level competition.
Yes, I am a proud mama!  We might need to buy him his own camera.

5.   I wish I had known about this song “back in the day” — you know, back when I was “stranded all alone in the gas station of love.”  It would have been useful to be able to sing along, because singing about it does indeed make it better, especially if you can sing in 1950’s style.
Al Yankovic tells sings it like no other. 😀

**Sorry about the disabled embedding. Just click through, it’s safe.**


All in all, a busy week here in Kcinnova’s World.
How was your week?  Any plans for the weekend?


Back in October, Melli blogged about a really cool trick with popcorn and I’ve been itching to try it ever since.   Tonight we were all finally available to gather around the microwave and watch an ear of Indian corn turn into this:

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Isn’t that Cool?

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It’s not exactly how the Native Americans taught the Pilgrims to pop corn at the first Thanksgiving but it does make for an impressive show!


POTW   Post of the Week, from Hilary at The Smitten Image

In other eye-popping news, Hilary awarded this post as a runner up in her “Post of the Week” award.  I am very honored.

Who knew that pointing out toilet paper changing skills (or lack thereof) could earn awards?

I just want my menfolk to learn to do the right thing…

Ever have one of those moments?

when you just want to throw in the toilet paper towel?

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This is what I saw when I passed by the bathroom an hour ago.

Funny thing: the kid who has been driving me most crazy lately is the one who DOES change out the old roll and put in a fresh one.  He is also the one who notices if the cat needs water or food.

I guess that is nature’s way of making sure each kid reaches adulthood.


POTW   Post of the Week, from Hilary at The Smitten Image

from Hilary at The Smitten Image

This post is a runner up!

Please visit The Smitten Image for Hilary’s wonderful posts of prose and photography and links to many posts more deserving than this one.

Zombie Chicken

zombie_chicken_awardI just received this award —–>
the other day from Laurie over at Living In The Frat House. She knows all about living with boys; Laurie is Mom to 3 adorable little guys.

I was so honored that I renamed the dinner entree “Zombie Chicken” that night! Sadly, that did not impress my guys. They said it tasted like any other chicken dish I’ve made.

"Zombie Chicken"

"Zombie Chicken"

So much for my secret sauce ingredients…

But this isn’t about my cooking skills, it’s about the Zombie Chicken Award!


“The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken – excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all…”


Since there are 7 days in a week, I am honoring 7 bloggers who are more-than-worthy of this award:

  • Suburban Correspondent blogs at The More, The Messier (Kids! Vomit! Mice!). SC chose her new minivan based upon best available storage of knitting projects. Don’t worry, she’s already spilled a coke in her new van, so I think it’s safe to ride in it now.
  • Tink over at Pickled Beef — if you know about zombies, you probably know about Tink! And if you don’t, you surely need to do yourself the favor of meeting her and perhaps joining the Weekly Words Challenge.
  • The Smitten Image is the creation of Hilary. I always come away from her beautiful and gracious blog a better person just by taking the time to visit.
  • It is still winter in Sweden, and that is where you can find Teepe’s weblog. I think I will cry with joyous relief when she posts the first flower of 2009. She claims that she only “dabbles” in photography, but this blogger takes some incredible pictures!
  • I don’t write about being a military wife, but if you want to know what it is really like, check out From The Frontlines. Mary Alice is a talented writer who isn’t afraid to tell it like it is.
  • Jenn at Juggling Life teaches me about being a better parent and a better friend nearly every day. Who wouldn’t want a friend like her?
  • The Women’s Colony is the brainchild of Mrs. G (with help from the talented Melanie). If you are a woman, please do yourself a favor and take a vacation at The Women’s Colony, where you will find real sisterhood with real women.


Thanks to my “Zombie Chicken” recipe (with secret ingredients!), this post qualifies for Carmi‘s Thematic Photographic assignment #44: EDIBLE.
Even when I can’t multi-task IRL, I can at least multi-task on my blog! 😀

Paying it Forward

I have been neglecting some housekeeping.

Well, yes, that kind, too! But I was talking about this kind:

Awards from January 2009

great-attitude-and-or-gratitudeI received this pretty lemonade stand from Farmer*sWife, for a great Attitude (or) Gratitude. She herself is a “Glass Half Full” kind of gal. I do try to have an Attitude of Gratitude, although there are certainly days when I completely FAIL.

I am passing it on to the following bloggers:

  • Hilary at The Smitten Image, for being so thoughtful. She tries to see the best in others.
  • My Swedish friend at Teepe’s weblog — She recently took her students to visit a former classmate with a debilitating condition. What a great teacher, to open their eyes to the disabled!
  • Mary Alice, who blogs about living life as a military wife and mom — She has a beautiful spirit.
  • David at Five String Guitar, who exhibits a good attitude and gratitude in life as he faces major medical challenges (for himself and his beloved wife)

from-jenn-at-juggling-lifeAlso in January

Jenn at Juggling Life gave me this heart-warming award. I love her blog! If you haven’t been there yet, you should go! She’s a mom of 4 who has survived thrived through the years with youngsters with sass and style (her sass and style, not her kids!!).

I thought of 2 people who could use a pick-me-up right now:

  • Moo, who has only a few weeks left before her baby is born
  • Susie, who continues to blog and make me laugh while she fights her medical battles (I hope she makes herself laugh, too, because isn’t laughter supposed to be the best medicine?)


I love awards, and I love to share them! (These are also posted on my blog awards page.)

Pay it forward!