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Name: Kelly Wolske

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Project: Sewing/ craft corner

Monday, February 27, 2006

I did it!

I have unplugged our television. Yes, we are those odd people who only have one.

I am putting the over/under at six days before J notices. Any takers?

  posted at 4:24 PM  

Friday, February 24, 2006
It's vewwy vewwy quiet...

We have decied to join the twenty-first century and upgrade our computer hardware. So, thanks to Linda Gentille, we are now sporting an Athlon 64 3500+ with 1 gig of ram and a 200 gig hard drive. Woo hoo! (I know that this isn't really something over which to get completely excited, Rick, but your old sister isn't quite the egghead you are ) No more SLNs from Windows every 40 minutes about disk space, no more shuffling apps and files around like Tetris, and no more holding my breath at start up wondering if this is the time it will go kaput. Yes, life is good. It is so quiet that I literally cannot hear the sucker. I have to stop myself from checking to make sure it is actually on!

We made out little field trip to Fry's this evening to pick up said wunderchine. This is always a mixed belssing, as Fry's is crack to my husband. Well, maybe not crack. Ed Roman Guitars is crack. Fry's is something somewhat less insidious. But it is bad, man. Very bad. His gets all glassy-eyed and start drooling...

The best part of all this is that the other machine is no longer going to be a slave to The Man, as I am going to have all sorts of fun making it useful and efficient and in the process totally making J gasp in wonder at my technical saavy. Yep, all this will happen arounf 4:30 tomorrow morning, right before my alarm clock goes off... So I will actually be happy if I can get it running with something that is somewhat less of a space hog than Windows, yanno?

And of course, there is fun for the whole family. The box is stil here in the floor, (since I will totally NOT be putting it in the community dumpster) and Tele has decided it must have been put there for her singular pleasure. Looks like mom will get to sleep in peace tonight!

  posted at 9:34 PM  

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Olympic fever?

Not so much, actually. I have been unusually uninterested in these winter games. I watched some of the snowboarding events with awe and wonder- mostly because I cannot fathom why otherwise perfectly sane people, to whom God gave two legs would choose to strap said legs to a single unit of fiberglass (?) and then shove off down a steep icy incline. It is pretty cool, I must admit.

But that is it. I watched no skating, no skiing, no curling. I just don't care as much. And I think I know why: the staggered Summer/Winter games schedule. Way back when, when the Olympics only came around every four years, it seemed like more of an occassion. Now, even though it will be four years before the world is again wowed by the likes of the Flying Tomato (is it just me, of does that sound like a crazy Muppet Show parody?), we only have two years until Beijing. Perhaps I am just getting old, perhaps the pall of cheating has tarnished the Olympic charm, perhaps celebrity has finally eclipsed athletecism. All I know is this cartoon is the funniest thing I have seen all day.

  posted at 12:59 PM  

Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Darn you for making me think!(You know who you are)

All afternoon, I have been mulling over what my brother-in-law had to say about one.org and the absurdity of the hand-wringing and gnashing of teeth from our glitterati. A few things are rattling around in my head, and I am trying to make sense of them.

First of all, I hate those stupid bracelet thingies. Can I just say that? I am forced to admit that I had to look online to see what that yellow rubber band was that John Kerry was wearing during the last presidential campaign. Personally, I thought it looked a little silly- grown man in a suit that costs more than I make in a month with a yellow bracelet that made we wonder if he had been to Shipwreck Island or something. Ok, that is out of the way.

Secondly, how nice that these celebs get such lovely photographs. It reminds me of the early days of the "Got Milk?" campaign, when everybody and his uncle was vying for a spot in the campaign. Why? To promote a healthy lifestyle? Nope. They wanted to have a session with the great Annie Leibovitz! I think that it is great how Bono has made Africa sexy again. Wasn't that what you thought of when you saw Penelope Cruz draping herself across a table? How the children in Africa needed help? Yeah, sure. Looking at a pensive Brad Pitt sure made me think about fair trade, let me tell ya!

On the other hand, I have to say that it warms my little pea-picking heart to see such a diverse group of people coming together. If nothing else is accomplished, that alone is a significant feat. Where else would you see Pat Robertson and Elton John on the same side of the table? Michael W. Smith and Michael Stipe? (I think this might be a sign of the apocalypse!)

But lets strip away the rubber bracelets, the nifty t-shirts, the clever portraits. Let's dispense with the grandstanding and the photo ops and get down to the nut and bolts of the ONE Campaign. What is left? If you ask me, a lot of really complicated problems being oversimplified. I think that we can see that money is not the answer here (but perhaps it is an answer).

J and I live in a neighborhood which causes some eyebrow raising. No less than five different people have asked us why we don't find a "better" place to live. Well, we are content here and this is what we can afford right now. Pretty simple. Our standard of living suits us at this point in our lives. Do we want to be here forever, heck no! Will we settle until I graduate? Yep! You see, it is a matter of priorities for us. We don't need as much, we are content to make the best of our current circumstances.

Now my brother teaches in Tampico, Mexico. He doesn't have hot water. His computer gets infested with ants. And yet, he doesn't feel the need to leave. He is content with less. Will he one day return to the developed world? I hope so, but for now, he is where he is.

It is extremely arrogant of us to impose our living standards on developing nations. Not everyone needs what we "need." The ONE Campaign describes "extreme poverty" as living on less than one dollar per day. Well, I think that is extreme if that person is living in the US. However, there are people in this world who manage to exist, no live, little (by our standards) to no income.

All this aside, no one should have to worry about when their next meal will be. No one should have to take his life into his hands to travel for water. No child should go without his basic needs having been met. These are basic human needs and we, as individuals, have a moral obligation to meet them. Note, I said "As individuals." I will go one better and say that we, as Christians (those who are ) have an obligation to God to meet these needs. We are to be good stewards of that which He has given us. I must admit to falling far short of that charge, though I keep trying. Perhaps one day...

But why should I expect (or even trust) the US Government to do my job? If money were the answer, don't you think the problem would have been solved by now?

I don't pretend to have the answers, but I do feel certain that putting this into the hands of the phalanx that is our bureaucracy will not ameliorate the situation. Though, if someone can show me one example of something that has improved by the gov't stepping in and I might be forced to reconsider.

Ok, my brain hurts. I think I will go play with the cat.

  posted at 6:12 PM  

20 t0 35 grams per day...

There is no official RDA from the USDA for fiber intake. However, many nutritionists recommend between 20 and 35 grams per day. Apparently, most Americans are not even coming close. Well, I have found the mother lode when it comes to fiber sources... Tortilla Factory wraps. This sucker has 14 grams of dietary fiber, baby! And most of it is soluble (good) fiber.

I think I must be getting old, because only old people worry about getting enough fiber, don't they?

  posted at 7:53 AM  

Monday, February 20, 2006
In case you missed it...

Or even if you didn't, it bears reading again. Mr Paul Hewson's remarks at the National Prayer Breakfast earlier this month...

  posted at 5:17 PM  

CraigsList has everything!

We even found a new church home!

A few weeks ago, J was completing his nightly ritual scan of the postings on the Musicians board when he happened upon an ad for a sound engineer. It would seem that a new church plant in the northern part of the valley was in need of an engineer who could mix a rock band. He replied and heard nothing (which is par for the course) until- at last!- last week a response.

So, after J talked with the man who advertised, we went to check out Grace Point Church. He was on the board this week and liked the church so much that he didn't even think twice when they asked him to come back. They church meets at a local middle school and is a non-denominational sort. (I figure I can sneak in to Our Lady of Las Vegas if I need a liturgy fix, as it were.) I think that Grace Point has the best of both worlds-- "Big Church" music and, let's be honest, production quality, but "Small Church" friendliness. (Plus, the bass player was wearing a Women's Medical Resource Center t-shirt.)

  posted at 11:44 AM  

Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Slow boat to...

Maybe China?

I just cannot contain my joy any longer! Jon has a primo opportunity, which I am totally afraid I shall jinx. But check this chick out.

Linda is the lady for whom the Nasty Habits* will serve as rhythm section (They need a different name, though-- don't think that the Sun City crowd will go for Nasty Habits) later on this month.

It is pretty standard stuff. Not exactly what Jon would CHOOSE for himself, but it is a great gig.

So, for fear of jinxing things, I will withold further comment. I just had to release a little of the pressure.

*New project. Basically the Liars minus Betty plus Corey.

  posted at 3:32 PM  

Tuesday, February 07, 2006
"Domestic Spying"- Not that I don't care, but...

I really don't care. Perhaps I am being silly, but I really have no expectation of privacy anymore. Do I like it? No. But do I honestly think that there is anything to be done about it? Double no.

I am, if I believe many MSM reports, to be scared of the evil NSA, scared of the evil executive branch, and scared that MY PERSONAL LIFE is in danger of being exposed by the previous two evils.

Again, I have to say that I do not agree with the idea that calls can be wiretapped without due process-- I am just not sure that I really care beyond this disagreement. I choose to put more energy into caring that the abortion rate in this country, while it is dropping, is still 24%. I care more that the homeless girl I pass every day after work might end up forced into prostitution (if she hasn't already) and be at an even greater risk than she is now. I care more that we, as a nation, don't seem to feel the need to adequately compensate the families of our men and women who give their lives for us every day.

I have a VOIP phone, (which I happen to LOVE!) and I know that my convos may be overheard. Why, just last night, I was talking to my SIL, when we both heard a piece of some recording "courtesy call." No idea whose call it was, but it was kinda funny. A few years back, my cousin's neighbor was picking up my cousin's cordless landline phone on a baby monitor. (Since she stole a credit card number from one of her eavesdropped conversations, I am more concerned about THAT than I am about the NSA.) I just don't expect the privacy, sorry.

Out here, I am on camera about 28 times more than the average US citizen living in any other US city. Vegas is not, contrary to popular belief, a place to come if you want to get lost. Maybe that has desensitized me to these little invasions and erosions on personal privacy.

The fact remains that I just fail to see why I should give this energy. I have yet to hear an argument that would convince me to take this any further. Why should this matter to me beyond my not liking it? What is to be accomplished here?

And though my rather fatalistic view of representative democracy prevents me thinking any one candidate can or will make any difference, I will comment on election day, thank you very much!

  posted at 10:07 AM  

Sunday, February 05, 2006

From one extreme to the other...

This weekend saw us first in Indian Springs (about 45 minutes NW of town) and later in Clean, Green Boulder City (approx 20 mile SE of town). Given the choice, I would take Boulder City any day.

We often drive through Boulder City on our way to and from Yuma, but todat we trekked out there just to play tourist. Not the best day of the week to go, as we soon learned. We did, however, do quite a bit of wandering in the historic district and made mental notes for our next trip (which we will make sure is a Saturday).

BC is a boomtown that grew up around the camps set up for the man building Hoover (nee Buolder) Dam. Unlike its larger neighbors (Henderson, Las Vegas, et al), Boulder City allows no gaming within its corporate limits. The result is a quaint, albeit expensive, family-oriented town. Crime statistics are remarkably low, and the schools are good. We saw good-sized public parks, just in the three block radius which we walked.

Indian Springs, on the other hand, consists of a Federal Prison, Creech AFP, a trailer park, and the Indian Springs Motel/Casino- home to Dirty Moe's. The casino isn't that bad- cheap food, penny slots, and a decent dance floor in the bar. Dirty Moe's is actually a great little dive. The only trouble is that it is so far out of the way.

I must say that I thouroughly enjoyed my weekend dichotomy. Even more so, I am enjoying the down time this evening in preparation for another week in the salt mines.

  posted at 5:03 PM  

Thursday, February 02, 2006
No TV?

I am sure many people think MJ and I are odd for not having cable TV or Satellite. Ok, maybe people think we are weird for a myriad of other reasons. Anyway, moving on...

I just read about a couple who committed to no television for the first year of their marriage. Not even to watch DVDs. No TV. One Year. Twelve months. Tweny-six episodes of Lost or DH.

I want to do it. I want to take our television and put it away in a closet. Better yet- I could donate it to the Salvation Army.

When I was in high school, our family did this. My mother bribed each of us with $300 for the year. (My father held out for $500)

This was1992, the year that George H.W. Bush was running for re-election. We listened to the debates on the radio, and I had a completely different take on them from my classmates. I didn't get the jokes about Adm. Stockdale being so old. I missed the spin. I was out of the loop, and frankly, better informed for it!

I think that this would be just as true, if not more so, today. After I rambled yesterday about "crisis," I began watching more intentionally. It isn't just the news, that is too easy. The press is a convenient scapegoat. If my only television outlet was, say, at the gym, imagine the good I would do my heart! If, when we came home from work in the evenings, Jon and I had no distraction from the television, what would we accomplish? The possibilities are endless!

Now that I have decided that I want the TV gone, I have to work on ways to convince MJ. I wonder if $500 would do it, or would I have to adjust for inflation? How much would that be? Oh no-- math!!!!

  posted at 9:22 AM  

Google ads crack me up!

I almost miss the ads on blogs. I love the way Google matches up advertising with the subject, title, or even random wording.

When I check my Gmail (which I LOVE, btw), I can always count on a different Spam recipe every time. This morning it was Spam Primavera- simply toss with linguini and enjoy! And if I leave the spam folder and go to my inbox, and then return to the spam folder-- voila!! A new, exciting Spam recipe appears.

I have a friend who used to put wacky titles on his blog entries, just to see what ads would be generated. Now we are ad free, we have lost a source of amusement. Kinda chokes me up a little...

  posted at 8:56 AM  

Wednesday, February 01, 2006
From Dictionary.com:

( P )
(krss)n. pl. cri·ses (-sz)
A crucial or decisive point or
situation; a turning point.
An unstable condition, as in political, social,
or economic affairs, involving an impending abrupt or decisive change.
A sudden change in the course of a disease or fever, toward either improvement or
An emotionally stressful event or traumatic change in a
person's life.
A point in a story or drama when a conflict reaches its
highest tension and must be resolved.

I have lately been giving a lot of energy to this word, and its misuse. Often I hear about the many crises in our society: America's Health Care Crisis, "Google's coming crisis, Energy crisis, Iran's Nuclear Crisis, etc.

I confess that I thought that crisis was much more dire than its definition would indicate. I guess that would have to do with annotaion vs connotation? As a result, I am going to reevaluate my reaction to media reports of these various crises. Perhaps we should not care so much? After all, there is nothing in the definitions to indicate any immediate threat, is there? And if immediate action is required, can all these things and more REALLY be crises?

Which is it? Tired hyperbole that can only serve to further desensitise our ears? Or clever use of our pentential ignorance of the English language?

  posted at 10:25 AM