Wendy's Chew On This

Under Construction...not the blog, me

2009-04-30T09:34:00.007-04:00

This blog was veering away from it's mission statement and then it's audience expanded to include more than just the choir ;-) I didn't want to stop writing but found that I still had quite a bit of people pleasing in me. So I had to go 'under construction'...and so did the blog. I hope to come back soon giving you plenty to chew on.

Obsessive Counting Disorder

2008-01-06T22:39:00.006-05:00

You may be wondering why I have a word count for each of my posts. It's a nasty habit I picked up during NaNoWriMo. I can't seem to shake it. Maybe it will be useful to those people who have always wanted to do NaNoWriMo, but are overwhelmed by the daily required word count (1,667). That's not near as many words as you might think. Heck, so far, this is already eighty words, I mean, eighty-three, uh, eighty-five, well you get the point. Happy Writing!

word count: 88

"This is the best day of my life!"

2007-09-18T16:02:00.009-04:00

We had heavy rains yesterday and it drove a ton of earthworms up and out of the soil. I didn't realize there were that many in our yard! All three kids had HANDFULS of worms in minutes. After picking up about 10+ worms my four year old says "This. is. the. best. day. of. my. life."

Hmm, interesting.

Really? Best Day? Two handfuls of worms doesn't seem like much criteria to qualify a day as best. Of course I'm not four. However, it seems like for a kid the event would be something like "I got to eat candy all day" or "I got to play in the mud and Mom didn't even yell at me". I'm surprised a handful of worms even qualifies for the "best day of my life" category.

Even more interesting is, why can't I think like that? Am I too grown up? Even when I think of the days that should qualify as "best in my life" (like my wedding day, or the days I gave birth to my children) they somehow fall short in light of my son's perception of what constitutes a "best day."

Maybe the qualification has more to do with the manner in which the event took place rather than the event itself. The rise and gathering of the worms was not planned, like a wedding or the birth of a child, it just happened. Maybe "that" is why it qualifies as the best day of his life, because the worms just came up, out of the earth, unexpectedly. Like a gift. An unsuspected gift.

Peace,
Wendy

word count: 281

Wendy Moira Angela Darling

2007-09-17T13:27:00.019-04:00

No. That's not my real name. At least not all of it. I am a Wendy. It is my understanding that I was named after the wife of golfer, Arnold Palmer. Her name was actually Winnie. I guess my parents tweaked it a bit. When I was a kid, my Dad would joke with me that they were going to name me Rita Jane, but later decided on Wendy.

The history of my name seems unique. The name Wendy seemed to gain popularity (some say first appeared) after the 1904 J. M. Barrie play "Peter Pan: or, The Boy who wouldn't grow up".

"What's your name?" he (Peter) asked.
"Wendy Moira Angela Darling," she replied with some satisfaction.

(hmmm, interesting)

I'd reply with some satisfaction too if that were my name...

and I had a british accent...

and lived in Kensington.

Peace,
Wendy

word count: 191
revised 4/23/11