Oklahoma, you’re doing fine

Oklahoma City skyline

Recently, Cheryl over at The Prairie Maid suggested a new meme called Oklahoma, You’re Doing Fine. On the last Friday of each month, Oklahoma bloggers will write about why it’s great to be an Oklahoman.  This month’s topic is Growin Up Okie.

For me, Growin’ up Okie meant:

    • Feeling self conscious about my accent, and so I practiced speaking like a news announcer.  I’ve quit that.  Thank goodness.
    • Going to church. My parents didn’t attend, but the church bus picked up my sister and me without fail.  I broke bread with the Baptists, the Methodists (where I was baptized), the Presbyterians, and Assembly of God.  I finally found my church home after I grew up, but I’m thankful for all the devout folks who ministered to me as a child.  I’m Catholic, but I have friends of all faiths.  I think it’s the Okie’s love of faith, justice, and forging one’s own path which makes our friendships flourish.  In other words, there’s a lot we agree upon.  The rest we let go.
    • Playing softball. I was the roving shortstop for my team, and we played together from the time I was nine years old until I was fifteen.  Although I wasn’t a superstar hitter, I was a pretty good fielder, and we didn’t need to look or act like professionals.  Kids do now, and it’s something to ponder.
    • Riding in the back of pickup trucks. Don’t let my kids see this one, but riding in the back of my coach’s old pickup truck with the wind blowing through my hair was a true joy.
    • Tripping down to the creek and catching crawdads.
    • Walking to Shepherd’s Mall; trying on prom dresses at The Jade; shopping at Street’s; and having just enough money to eat at McDonald’s.
    • Eating Zotz, Slow Pokes and Blow Pops.
    • Being a Madison Magpie in elementary school (they’ve since changed the name.  It wasn’t PC.  I was a little kid and thought it was only a bird.); a Polk ????? in fifth grade when I was bused across town; a Taft Royal (whatever that is) in middle school; and a Northwest Classen Knight in high school.  One of my girlfriends painted her room purple with gold trim.  That was a tad bit excessive, but I still love purple and gold.  Thirty years?  Say it ain’t so! 


  • Living through busing and The Finger Plan.  Good idea to integrate the schools, but busing kids all over town, not so much.  Still, we all lived through it, and my, how times have changed.   The Diva has a friendship rainbow of beautiful young women.  I’m so proud of them all.
  • Watching Foreman Scotty.  Yes, I got to be on his show, but I didn’t get to ride the pony.  The birthday girl did.  I was only four, so I didn’t understand.
  • Listening to Ronnie Kaye on KOMA radio, requesting song and recording them on our cassette players.  I bet we drove him nuts.  Sorry Ronnie.
  • Watching the vintage, OKC downtown be torn down during “urban renewal.”  What a mistake that was, but we learned from it and when on to MAPS, we did it right.  I love Bricktown.
  • Being one of the editors of my high school yearbook.  My teacher, Liz Burdette, inspired me to go to OU, get a journalism degree and become a writer.  Thank you Mrs. Burdette.  I still have the thesaurus you gave me.  It sits in an honored position above my desk.

Mrs. Burdette, who was probably talking with the yearbook publisher. You can see we had five days left.

Thanks for traveling with me down Oklahoma memory lane.  I can’t wait to hear what others have posted about their experiences.  Visit Cheryl by clicking on the little button below.

The great houseplant census of 2010

Mr. McGregor’s Daughter asked all of us to take a census of our houseplants.  Somehow, this census is supposed to save her relationship with all of her houseplants, or was that her husband?  I can’t remember.  She said anything alive counts, so here goes:

Barely breathing bulbs count.

The above are barely living tulips.  Don’t ask me why they look so bad.  I also have a very sad Norfolk pine which is hanging on, and being the merciful sort I am, I did not photograph it because it was too embarrassed.  Let’s move on to the amaryllis (really Hippeastrum) which finally decided to bloom after Christmas.  I had plans for it with the jolly, red decor, but sometimes plants don’t cooperate.

'Red Lion' graced us with its presence after Christmas.

The next picture is in here just because I love the vase which I purchased online.  I also have a blue one, but forgot to photograph it.   Antique stores are another great way to find bulb vases, once you’ve gone over the edge and are growing bulbs everywhere.

Just love this vase. A hyacinth bulb

My double pink hyacinth called the double Chestnut Flower (1880) is starting to bloom.  It is surrounded in the pot by white hyacinths which, I’m guessing, aren’t going to catch up to the pink one.  Oh well, something to look forward to I suppose.  I bought the double pink from Old House Gardens, and it does live up to the catalog’s glorious praises.  It is nicely scented and beautiful to gaze upon.  At the moment, watching it unfurl those double petals is about as good as houseplants get in my opinion.

Double pink hyacinth is so heavy she's being propped by a marker.

“That’s not fair,” cry the Christmas cacti, Schlumbergera et al. (one of them may be a Thanksgiving cactus).  All three are perched indignantly around the tub reminding me that they have now bloomed twice.  I do enjoy bathing with them, and after reading the new issue of Country Gardens magazine, I think we should add some African violets in vintage containers to the mix.  They could sit in the windows I think.

The red one
The bright pink monster I've had for years
The light pink one I saved from Wal Mart last year.

I’m really rather ashamed of how light pink is potted up.  Its original dark brown pot was knocked over by one of the cats, and HH threw it into this pot.  Because I’m a terrible indoor gardener, I’ve never re-potted it.  I think I’ll fix that this weekend.

If we're counting, this is four in one pot.

I found this little number at a local nursery last winter.  I felt bad because I didn’t have any indoor plants except the cacti, so I saw this little jungle number and brought it home.  It also resides in the bathroom which is the best place in my house because of the humidity.  The aforesaid kitten likes to hide between the leaves and eat this plant.  It hasn’t killed her yet, so I guess it isn’t poisonous.  Oh, and before you call PETA, I’ve tried to get it away from her.  I really have.

Isn't that pretty?

A few more bulbs (about ten in all), and that’s it.  However, against my better judgment, I’m considering a terrarium.  This afternoon I bought and I’m now reading Tovah Martin’s, The New Terrarium: Creating Beautiful Displays for Plants and Nature because she is coming to Oklahoma to speak in Tulsa (February 13, 2010) and Oklahoma City (February 14, 2010) as part of the OHS’s education series.  By the way, the talks are open to the public and free.

Martin almost has me convinced.  The terrariums look easy care, and if you want to live inside this house, you almost need to care for yourself, especially if you’re a houseplant.  Just ask the cacti.