The Second Cup

Summer Girl Stuff

2010-07-31T15:30:00.000-05:00

Summer is serious pedicure and facial time. I use more facial masks in the summer than winter, because of all the sun block necessary now. While it does a good job, I don't like the layers of stuff on my face, those after moisturizer, some Lauren Hutton Passport to the Pacific bronzer, etc.

I'm debating a new color for my pedicure right now. This will take a serious shopping expedition, probably to a nearby Walgreens. (In Missouri's heat, I stay close to home.) Okay, there's plum-dark shades for winter and brighter ones for spring/summer, and definitely for summer, a pedicure homestyle or spa, is always a necessity.

I'm big on home pedicures, tried the new Ped Egg professional, but still like ye old sanding stick or pumice stone. It's a whole night's work for me as I like to plan around a good p.m. movie.

Everything ready? Not quite. First of all, apply a facial mask. I love Principal Secret and Cindy Crawford's. But there are others. So these are usually 20 minute masks, just timed perfectly for soaking feet.

Here's my list of supplies at hand:

A side table with a teapot and favorite tea, favorite cup, the right cup
The TV, DVD remote at hand
A cordless and cell nearby, complete with address book
Polish remover, Q-Tips, and cotton balls
A manicure set, complete with whatever clippers toes need, heal scrubber, exfoliator, mint leg mask.
One towel beneath plastic basin* one at the ready
A magazine: First, All*You, Star, etc. fast reads
The right polish supplies: polish, toe separator, etc. I'm not big on the top coats, etc.
Some good body butter. I love the ginger scented.

*That basin needs to be filled with something softening to skin, Vaseline Bath Beads, some "soaking" stuff.

So the schedule is this:

Position all necessaries
Fill basin, place in front of a comfortable chair on a towel
Wash face, apply face mask
Go to chair, position DVD movie, etc. with remote
Soak, remove polish
Soak more, give pedicure, i.e. scrubs, clean, dry, clip
With toe separators in place apply polish, 2 coats
Enjoy movie, tea, and let the facial mask go a little longer

I've always considered home pedicures to be an evening affair, as walking to the door in toe separators is a skill.

As for the new color I'm considering, I'm thinking an irridescent something, maybe melon to set off my not so greatly even fake tan.

Ode to Fallen Friend

2010-06-18T18:44:00.003-05:00

Ode to a gorgeous sycamore tree.

Here's what's left of an old friend,
my children walked by it on their way to the bus stop.

It's seen them grow up, go to college and marry.

I've walked to my neighbors, using its shade.

But winter ice and snow weigh its limbs,

Tornadoes and summer storms threaten to crack its branches,

It must have been 3-4 stories, as I looked up at the huge, gorgous leaves, each so perfect.

They'd turn gold and orange, fiery in fall.

But heavy with leaves, it could have power-outed many in time of need.

The electric company paid a call, and poor old friend is no more.

I understand, because with summer heat burning now,

I'm selfishly glad for cool inside.

The tree stood there all those years, watching us all go by,

watching live our lives.

And now.

Now, it's gone, hauled off to heat and keep someone warm in winter.

Some of it gone. The rest is just to be admired, with it's sawed off base nearly 3 feet across.

But with white bark and blond wood, circled with age.

It sits in the ditch waiting.

Hark! Nearby its child grows strong and straight far away from electric lines.

Summer Stuff

2010-06-08T09:00:00.000-05:00

Summer is busy time. With visiting small children here, there is plenty to do.

We visited the creek, the swimming pool, a butterfly showplace, playgrounds, McDonald's, and a fish hatchery. Oh, and Silver Dollar City, MO.

I think the creek visits probably rated the highest. Creeks with rocky beaches are great for small kids, and big ones, too.

"Crawdads" abound, also tadpoles and small fish. There was just enough moving water, that the kids could drift down a little way. It wasn't deep.

I'm lucky enough to live by several lakes and creeks and my children grew up with some of this natural education. This is a shot taken from Shepherd of the Hills fish hatchery. I would love to have one of these as a guest for dinner. :)
Crawdads have pinchers and are great to study. We also saw what I think is bull frog tadpoles. They were too large for small frogs.

I took several great butterfly pictures. Glass cages reflected too badly to photograph in the reptile room. And I got lost in the Mirror Maze. Good thing I had little guides to help.

All this getting out and around is very educational--and enjoyable.

The Mum's Song: YouTube

2010-05-15T13:34:00.002-05:00

This is major replay of what a mother says. So funny.

My Bee Adventure

2010-04-29T11:15:00.001-05:00

Apparently, 'tis the season for swarming.

With high pollen count, I was busy at work in my office, see my writer's blog, but needed to get outside and stretch a bit.
While I was outside, milling around the yard, thinking which limbs the tree-guy needed to cut, etc., putting, my neighbor across the street came walking toward me.

She pointed to high on one of my younger trees. "Did you know you have bees?" she asked.

Thereafter, the whole day was devoted to Bees.

In MO, we do not have that many bees, at least in this area. We have tourists :)
So this bee hive-thingie drew the attention of the neighborhood, lawn chairs in driveways, etc.

Multiple calls found a bee-keeper, who arrived hive-box in hand, chainsaw, multiple other stuff. So these bees are buzzing around the top of the tree, but there are 2 individual dark spots/hives, close together. Unusual for the hive to separate, he said, as he cut down one branch and swept the bees into the box. He baited their doorway with honey and watched while they tried to find their queen.

But. But. Up at the top of tree was another swarm, apparently another hive, another queen. Very unusual, according to bee-keepers, for 2 queens to be so close together. Apparently, they were on a stop-over, lucky me, on their way to a permanent hive.

He had to get another box, because apparently queens do not share. So like any queen. On a ladder now, he cut another branch, swept another hive into the open box, baited the doorway with honey-enticement.

As he sat, waiting for more bees to enter the throne room, another bunch arrived. Bees everywhere. Apparently, one queen's drones got separated and had come looking for her.

We waited. More bees. Finally, he said, he would leave and return at dusk when they should be settling down. He arrived, took the second hive and off he went.

This morning, the neighbors called me over. Their mailbox, on my side of the block had a small cup of bees on the mailbox door. The limbs the beekeeper had cut were covered in bees. The lawn and brush guys couldn't haul them off because--well, who wants to have these things, other than beekeepers.

The beekeeper said they were orphans. Arriving too late for their queens. He wasn't concerned, but there was no way he could bring the 2 queens, the 2 boxes back as that would have opened the doorways for more bees to swarm around.

I baited a board with honey. My best effort. We're hoping the orphans will love the honey, leave the pile of brush and mailbox and then adios, amigos.

Pretty interesting day.

To Shush a Child

2010-03-25T01:23:00.001-05:00

While shopping in a store today, I heard a child ask a mother something, pressing a bit. She was probably hurried and concentrating on prices, getting everything into her cart that she needed, and maybe thinking about hurrying home and getting dinner on the table.

So the child pressed and the mother ordered sharply, "Shut up!"

Shut up. Not nice, Mommy. Bad Mommy.

Okay, there are just times when children can push us past our limits. Annoy us, but we still love them. We want the best for them, right? We usually have different steps, starting with an absent minded (because we're concentrating on the task at hand whatever) "Not now." Then as the child persists, we go through an escalation series, until this mother had probably reached her max and let go with a "Shut up".

And they usually know when that Max is hit. Maybe this training starts early for mother and child. But it's pretty harsh. Do we want to hear our children snap at their children, our grandchildren, "Shut up!"?

How much better to explain, "Not now, just a minute and then I'll listen". Or if that isn't working to quietly place a finger to lips, i.e. the photo. Or a "shush" or a "Shh"?

We need to handle our children gently. Sometimes in this hurried world they are paying a high price, but it shouldn't be from parents.

How do you ask your child to be quiet, during a stress period?

Movie Talk

2010-03-16T07:00:00.015-05:00

Today, I learned Peter Graves, actor and brother of James Arness, had passed. He's left an immense body of very classy, good work. RIP Peter.

At a writers' meeting the other day, the presenter, one Susan Anderson, MA LPC NCC focused on DID, Disassociative Identity Disorder, and used the movie Sybil (JoAnne Woodward and Sally Fields) to clarify how some multiple personalities protect each other, in order to survive. Remember Sybil, Sally Field's multiple characters? Both women really played well off each other, excellent actors, both with large bodies of good work.

For my part, I couldn't help noticing how well JoAnne Woodward was dressed, the colors and styles very complimentary to her. It was a distraction from the abuse children sometimes suffer which can cause this disorder.

So that led the lunch crowd to a discussion of actors, i.e. Sally Fields as the Flying Nun, Bandit's companion, and work now. Now, if you've ever sat at a writers' table when the talk is flowing freely about everything, you have to jump fast from topic to topic. But that day, the topic led to movies.

One person said that a writers' free discussion can be like a digital readout, ideas coming fast and jumping from topic to topic. This one went something like this:

Someone doesn't have cable TV because of the awful stuff there. Old movies had more grab. Why aren't westerns made today? Ernest Borgnine is still acting. Remember he and William Holden's western? William Holden's westerns. Gunsmoke series had really good characterization. Who watches Andy Griffith reruns? What kind of personality watches shows like that now? Return to good old times. Sci-Fi movies and Dinoshark episode. Someone likes Saw movies, but hasn't seen Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Redbox movies. Lots of war movies. Who is related to whom in the Arquette acting family? Medium on television. Someone doesn't cook. Phooey on Reality Shows. A grading of the reality show style and class. Not everyone knows Snooki. What's with that hair bump? Broken Trail was good. Did you know you can buy hair-things to make that bump?

Spring and Education

2010-03-11T23:46:00.002-06:00

More Springtime. I'm in love with daffodils, always have been.

But this spring, I'm concerned about our nation's youth and their education. I've just heard of more schools closing, more cutbacks, less funding for scholarships.

Projecting the worse scenario, parents may become individually responsible for their children's education. Which means the more educated the parents, the percentage of their children's education chances rises. So a division of the classes?

But I'm seeing some good things about this very shaky economy.

Locally, our professional muscians are supporting the school's music programs. They don't have to, because evidently their children will have the best opportunities for homeschooling. Pitching in to help on any level helps school budgets.

In some cases, families are moving closer to support each other. Perhaps we're becoming more aware of family ties and their value.

You may want to check out my other blog, My Jam Jar, for this next one: With tight pocketbooks, more are using thrift shops, bargain shopping and coupons. They're taking better care of what they have and shedding what they don't need, which is sometimes to the good of that other person.

I'm so hoping that our young are eating better, and I do know that more people are eating in more, cooking as a family, and gardens are springing up. Some are learning how to grow and can their own foods.

Repair of clothing, more sewing/patching seems to be on the rise. Frugal websites and blogs and newsletters are becoming popular.

Of all, I worry most about my first point: the education of our young.

Springtime Cometh

2010-03-03T07:27:00.002-06:00

Here comes Spring!

While I'm thinking--just plotting at this stage--how to do my wide front porch, I'm also planning painting inside, you know all the great stuff in the magazines.

But these are seeds for the little people I know, sent with little peat cups for inside sprouting and outside loving. These were coupon finds, and I wrote about my re-enthusiasm for coupons over at My Jam Jar. These were 5/$1 at Walgreens and they do make the little people happy.

As for me, I like growing herbs in pots. But I may sneak a few of these flower seeds for my own.

Then, I'm also looking at closets and spring clothes and all that girl-stuff.

But to ease my busy mind at night--and I'm not seeing too much on TV, but maybe a few RedBox movies, i.e. Gamer. Gamer, because of the hunk in it, I suppose. Gerald Butler is playing a very smart career, btw, macho/action and standard ever-lovin' contemporary stuff, i.e. Jennifer Anniston style. That brand of movie has been good since early days, think Betty Grable, etc.

But at night, I started to say, my busy mind and body need rest, and I've been enjoying Blood Brothers, The Hollow, etc. trilogy on my iPod, courtesy of Nora Roberts. She portrays guys so well.

With Spring here, there's also chicks at the local feed store, and bunnies. And time to put my big plastic Easter Eggs on my lawn and . . . AND . . .

Sigh. Give a Midwest girl a little bit of sunshine after a long, bad winter and she goes a little nuts, I guess.

The Best Pick-Me-Up Ever

2010-02-24T11:13:00.000-06:00

These jars of apricot jam are from a good friend, who has seen me through some hardships, though she has her own.

One emotionally dark day, I got my first jar of her apricot jam. At a low point (yes, we all have them), the apricot jam was like golden sunshine, a real hug in a jar.

Now I make my own jam, mostly for friends, but apricots are not plentiful in my geographical area. I wish they were.

So if you are looking for something nice for a friend, think about making some kind of jam/jelly to keep on the shelf for those long-distance or even closer hugs and I'm thinking of you gifts.

The best ever.

Valentine's Day Expectations

2010-02-15T07:59:00.002-06:00

I love this logo, developed some time ago for a book project.

Unfortunately, no one else did. So it's mine to use at will. I spent an enormous amount of time coming up with this concept, which some skilled graphic artist was supposed to smooth, etc.

I happen to love, love, love Valentine's Day. Apparently, others don't. They're too busy, it costs too much, yada yada.

But small things given, reward with great joy, that's my motto. Hey, who needs those quote people, anyway?

I usually treat myself well. Ok, it may just be a cup of quiet coffee in the a.m., relaxing in front of the fire for a while before starting the day. But on Valentine's Day, I may take off for the wild blue, driving and taking pictures, much as I do on my birthday. Remember, it's important to treat ourselves well, and others all the time.

With a big project underway, and several life-stuff projects lined up, I would have appreciated that drive and freedom. However, here in the Midwest, we're having quite the winter--in fact, more snow today and so on through the week. The temperatures aren't sweet either. So basically, I'm amid all these projects, office and housebound, and wondering why I started so many at once.

Yesterday--Valentine's Day--was cold and blustery. I did drive to the post office for any cards/gifts. Bingo. Got one. Worked on a project for someone else, did some light e-mail, and at the end of the day, settled down to listen to the end of a not-so-fine audiobook on my iPod.

So a blah-Valentine's Day so far as excitement and family and all those childish expectations I always have.

On the other hand, for the first time, I started visualizing for success. Not that easy when you really try to focus on imaging. I'm curious about Laws of Attraction, going for those. Affirmations, positive thinking, etc. I've always been into my own affirmations, but I'm stretching now.

And the best things of life, including the ability to download audiobooks onto my iPod when unable to go anywhere. Appreciating more of what others do not have, a warm/snug home and quiet time.

I found some real, but very simple pluses on Valentine's Day.

Reception Room Magazines

2010-02-02T08:00:00.004-06:00

Recently, I was deep into working (I'm a writer), e-mail, Twitter, putting off tax spreadsheets, etc., when my dentist's reception called.

Okay, I'm in my own little world, shady, intense, very private world. It's warm in here, and the Missouri Ozarks are under another winter storm alert--sleet/ice/snow, that sort of wonderful February stuff we can expect.

When she called, bumping up my dental appointment to today, instead of the scheduled appointment, which is tomorrow, I really did not want to leave my snug little environment. But with ice and snow moving in, it was only sensible to take the offer.

I love reception rooms. I do my best thinking there. (Read about my car waiting room experience.) I churn ideas. I think about life and my calendar, like Valentine's day coming up and that I'd better get with it.

Also, my birthday in April is a major event--at least for me. My family knows these two holidays, if a BD can be called that, are important to me.

The photo to the left was taken on one birthday. I basically give myself the day off and you'll have to wait to see what I do this year, but it's always good for me.

Typically, I've always liked to drive wherever, and did I ever love this big old Caddie. They practically float. This one had leopard skin seats and a trunk big enough for those bodies you see shoved into them on TV.

But there I was, in the waiting room, another favorite activity. I must be a waiting-room stalker as I interview people, and there was a really interesting lady sitting in the dentist's reception room today. Her son was doing his tooth-thing in the inner sanctum and she was busy at work with her iPhone, briefcase, and laptop. She was so friendly as she went about her business, but apparently getting her point across.

Naturally, I had to ask what she did for a living. I couldn't resist. (My kids used to beg me, "Please, Mom, don't. Don't ask them questions.) In case you don't know a writer, they are curious about almost everything. So that intersection was so interesting that even the receptionist got into the discussion about schools, scholarships, grants, etc.

I came away reaffirmed that school counselors have way too many duties and students, and while they try, parents have got to get pro-active and dig into h.s. scheduling, preparation for college, whatever.

Waiting rooms are full of magazines and I can catch up on my reading.

This is where that little devil sitting on my shoulder lifts his pitchfork.

I would really, really like to steal some of the articles, just rip them out and stuff them in my bag. But have you ever seen a spot where the page had been removed and you really, really wanted that page? Disgusting.

On the other hand, I did steal one article years ago. I still love that article, one written about paisley shawls and their history.

Not that I don't have a stack of magazines at home, unread yet. But these seemed ever so much more interesting. Since it's really cold, all the soup recipes appealed. I had all the ingredients at home, if I just had the recipe--

I intended to ask the dentist if I could have that magazine, as it was old and surely destined for the recycling bin. But I forgot.

Secrets of the Big Bag

2010-01-27T09:50:00.004-06:00

I've gotten many compliments on this bag, purchased a couple years ago at a JC Penny's sale. ($20) It's been my dependable friend, though I've changed for others a few times, depending on the occasion.

But wearing a little on the handles, it tells me that it's tired and time to start looking around for a new friend.

This friend is actually perfect, except I would have liked a shoulder strap. I'm big on shoulder straps. But for the most part, it has everything I love--lotsa pockets.

I'm like most working women, who actually use their bags as traveling offices.

Not long ago, I gave my daughter the Secrets of the Big Bag: Use brightly colored checkbooks (if you have to carry them at all), makeup bags, credit card holders, etc., each a different color. And for gosh sakes, get a wristlet. I chose black, because in a pinch while traveling to conferences, I used it as an evening puse. It also can be tucked into a pocket, etc. with necessaries.

Inside zipper pockets are a must. Bury your treasures and zip 'em. Easily reached cell phone pocket. The more pockets the better. I like the slightly magnetic closures, too.

These outside pockets are perfect and close easily. Not into a lot of heavy hardware, but this purse has done well. One pocket has my cell phone. The opposite has a collection of pens, hand sanitizer (which I sometimes use on my steering wheel--makeup on hands is yucky on steering wheels), eyeliner and mascara, and Burt's Bees lip stuff. I like the latter as it burns a little and thus, my lips think it may serve to plump a bit?

iPhones, PDAs, cameras, etc. can all go in those outside pockets.

During flu season and when in crowded places, I sneak a sniff of my nose-menthol thingie. Vicks used to make these, but I don't know what brand I'm using now. After all, if it was good enough for the Plagues, it's good enough for me.

As a businesswoman and a writer, I always carry a notepad. And always choose one pocket for your receipts.

It will be difficult to find a good match for this oldie, but goodlie. Maybe this time, I can get one with that shoulder strap.

Revving Up to Healthy

2010-01-22T09:48:00.000-06:00

After holing up in January's below zero, snow and ice, I watched too much TV, not usual for me. While sitting under an afghan, I think I went dormant.

Getting wood from the woodpile was no small chore, so I put that down as exercise. I don't burn much usually, but during the holidays it is nice to have that fire. Try pulling a red wagon loaded with wood, dragging the bottom on snow, UPHILL. That is exercise, people. Plus shoveling a length of double driveway and walkways. Not fun. I got really tired, and a friend in Alaska said that cold weather makes you more tired. I have no idea.

Now I'm set to gear up exercise and gear up to healthy living. Part of the holing-up business was not being able to reach grocery stores for fresh greens, salad or cooked. I love them, and fruit.

I'm past the hit-it-hard age and am more comfortable sliding into a routine. After many routes down the exercise path, NordicTracs, etc., I've settled into easier modes. Last spring, I was walking 3 miles/day and felt really, really good. That was in addition to all the home-upkeep stuff and yard work. (Yes, I've always wanted a treadmill, but have little very little space.)

I usually start out the day with stretches and end with them.

After sitting at a desk all day, yoga on the floor in the evenings is good for tight muscles. But sometimes typist-neck sets in and muscles are really stiff, so it's best to use heat prior to stretching. Moist heat? I don't know, but I believe that heat with weight, pushing it down into the muscles, is best.

I'm a fan of stretches and try to do a certain amount throughout the day. Lengthening those back muscles is important, especially after sitting, so I bend, toe-touching stuff, hanging from the doorway by my fingertips, side to side arm stuff, leg lifts. I'm pretty regular on leg lifts, but not with weights, just reps.

Reps (and working up to them) are more important than pushing for too much weight/stress, etc.

Throughout whatever exercise I am doing, I try not to launch myself out of a cockpit, attempting to push myself too hard. It's easy to defeat yourself that way, so sliding into a routine suits me better.

This exercise throughout the day stuff isn't stressful as perhaps Wii, but while watching news (Poor Haiti) specials, basic stretches have become routine.

While she has super exercise videos and I enjoy her, Denise Austin defeats me. For one thing, she's small. I'm not. Maybe a big screen TV would equalize this situation, but in no way can I do the 5-lb reps she does for very long. I'm probably twice her size and like the 1-lbs as I feel strong then. I usually enjoy her program, try a few stretches, but past that she loses me. So this defeating business is serious stuff.

Exercise hosts need to be middle-age and not that fit. Or their team needs to be average and straining to reach their goals. I'm not one of those, "Oh, I want to look like her" people. The comparison of their very fit selves to my out-of-shape one is defeating, not challenging. Therefore, challenging one's self is probably my program of choice.

Have you ever noticed really fit movie stars' hands? Do. Those hands have been used in serious workouts, corded and not that cute on women. I think exercise equipment should be designed to protect hands. Maybe that's because I earn my living by typing. (Yes, I use voice dictation, too.)

Richard Simmons' dancing routines are probably my favorite for revving up ye olde heart, because I like to dance. Always have and it is one of the best exercises possible. I like his background people.

Tension routines are great, too. I carry one rope in my luggage when traveling.

But of all, stretching has been of the most use to me. The microwavable/freezer collar gets lots of use, especially after a long day at the computer. I saw a pattern for one of these in a sewing magazine, but I just need to cover this one, filled with husks or something. Excellent when microwaved.

A body ball will run about $12 and well worth the price for those floor exercises. I had the bright idea one day to use it for back bend, stretching over it to place my hands on the couch--a floor exercise thing. Don't try this at home, folks, unless recommended by a pro. Anyway, every vertebrae in my back popped. I held still for a long time, afraid to move.

Then, because ye olde butt gets tired on the desk chair, too (and I have ergonomic stuff), I decided to sit on the body ball while typing. It tossed me against the wall. Hurt my shoulder a little. So don't try that either.

A hot-stone massage by an actual therapist would be perfect now. But sometimes I have to settle for my own make-do, which is okay. But there is nothing like a skilled massage therapist working on you. Like everyone else, my budget now does not include them, but I have fond memories. Wherefore art thou, Mary Jo?

I'd probably rate myself higher in the supplements and good eating habits area (see My Jam Jar). (I did miss those greens during the dangerous snow-ice covered roads.) Then, I've pretty well gotten down the falling asleep at night technique, and not with pills either. Relaxing before bedtime and getting enough sleep is my priority, though Arianna Huffington has her challenge on upping sleep modes.

I've pinpointed one of my problems: when writing, I am so captured by my stories that I stay seated too long. So my challenge today, is to use an egg timer at my desk, a notification to get up and stretch.

Day in the Life

2010-01-05T22:38:00.007-06:00

Here in Missouri's Ozarks, we're having a little bit of chill. At first, it wasn't so bad. Well, it's no joke now, with roads barely opened. But we're having a bit of a break, so I headed off for town this a.m. to make a few stops, starting off with a checkup.

Amazing how many people have already canceled appointments a week away, because of more predicted snow, ice, freezing temperatures and winds. I usually have to wait, but this a.m., I barely cracked the issue of Real Simple in the waiting room, when they called my name. Drat. Waiting rooms are my chance to catch up on magazine reading.

So following a short line of other people, like ducks in a row, I came into the lab. People were hurrying in the other direction. Things like, "Let's get out of here," didn't sound good.

I ran into the person ahead of me, who was staring at the sheet of water coming down from the ceiling. At first, it looked like a row of droplets, then with amazing speed, it grew into a downpour. Nurses were running with trash baskets, water was covering the floor and in no way could those trash baskets catch all of it.

The short of the story is a water pipe broke above the ceiling. Lots of water pipes are breaking here now. I hope mine don't, but I haven't wrapped them yet in -3 temperatures. Maybe tomorrow. But I've said that for days. So 2010 is starting off with a real icy sledge hammer. We may be at the blankets-covering-windows stage now.

Ok, I gave the vampires their vials of blood, the required body fluid and walked the mile to my car in freezing wind. I love ear wraps, btw, and hoods and gloves and snow boots. My ski underwear has seen better days, but I'd like more. There is truly nothing like that silky stuff for warmth.

Onward. Since we don't have a sizable deli in our small town and I was in a big town, I'd offered to collect some sweet and sour chicken, etc. for my neighbor at our favorite deli. Picked up some salads there, too, laying in for this coming cold spell, and chips. Had to have chips, a requirement for cold evenings in front of the TV.

My B&N gift card burning my pocket, I collected 3 magazines there. I am still shocked by those prices. A friend had a True Confession story published, so picked up the issue with her story. The magazine I wanted wasn't there or the grocery store, so onward. I couldn't find Running Hot by Jayne Ann Krentz either.

Couldn't find it at Books-A-Million either. Too tired to stop at Borders. Winter reading is really important on these stocking-up runs.

Drove the 50 or so miles to my town, stopped at a little market everyone loves and got that magazine that wasn't at B&N and I couldn't find at BAM (but then I didn't ask the clerks).

Stopped at the thrift shop near home, checking out their sewing material pieces, which are pretty good buys. Bought a sack for $1.65 and I'll write more about that at My Jam Jarsoon.

Came home, delivered the neighbor's sweet and sour, unloaded my car and with evening coming on, headed out to ye old woodpile, stocking up.

It was a hard, hard day and I deserved a nap. Later, a few friends called. That was my day out, the first day roads were good. Tomorrow, we're headed for more snow. But I have my supplies, except the novel I'd wanted.

But the big mystery of the day remained unsolved: What is with Brad Pitt's beard?

Overall, the high points were the mad dash for the trash baskets to hold the water and a friend who called. Her husband has had a pacemaker installed and they have a really funny take on it. So a nice end of the day, laughing with a friend.

Impressions and Movies

2009-12-24T10:35:00.022-06:00

Christmas Eve Day:
While some holiday travelers are stranded and I'm wishing them safety and warmth wherever they are, I'm settling down to a quiet evening. There's a little traditional cooking/baking and cleaning to be done, but generally this is the time that I think back and forward--not only about myself, but others, too.

Right now, I'm thinking of movie stars and what images I might use in lieu of Ebert's 2 thumbs up, 5 stars, etc. To some, this might not be a big decision, but as a viewer, most lately Redbox because of its convenience to my locale, I have thoughts/opinions, even if they are not professional.

First of all, I'm ruling out the regular Christmas feel-good stuff.

Here's a few:
1. The Ugly Truth: Katherine overpowered Gerald in acting. Did not get a sense of their chemistry. From P.S. I Love You, I think that balancing his co-stars might be difficult. Also, in that walk with her heels OFF to her door, inside her home, she REMOVES them. If there was a portion where she slips them ON, then I missed that. Someone want to check that?

2. Inglorious Basterds: I had to hunt that DVD down and waited for it. Quentin's Kill Bill 1&2 with Uma are some of my favorite viewing. Poor David Carradine. Sob. Adios, Grasshopper. But back to Basterds: Not for me. I did like Kill Shorty and Pulp Fiction, though.

3. Speaking of Pitt. I've watched him since Thelma and Louise. (So wish we'd see more of Gina Davis now.) Not a fan of Fight Club, but maybe that film draws more men. Did not get him as Achilles. Co-star Time Travler's Wife Eric Bana was super delicious though.

4. Have never gotten Colin Ferrel/Alexander playing opposite Angelina Jolie.

5. Anything Meryl Streep does is usually okay. Mama Mia was great. Looking forward to It's Complicated. Alex Baldwin continues in roles perfect for him, also his Hulu advertisement.

6. Do not know how many times I've watched Fargo, my all time favorite, Don't Cha Know?

More....

I understand that the prequel to Alien is scheduled for 2011. Sigorny Weaver was super in the progressive Alien, loved the part where she threw her blood against the wall and it burned, hissing. The transition of Aliens with Sigorny have been super. I like this actress and hope she has miles to go in her career.

I question how the Jennifers Aston and Lopez will transition as age comes along. Lopez has a big scope potential and we've seen some of that already. I'd like to see her loosen up in a give-all/dirty-up role like Uma did in Kill Bill.

Sandra Bullock. She's great in whatever. She's one of the actresses that will continue as directors, etc. I've loved her comedy work, Two Weeks, etc., but I think she might be one of the tough-enough actresses to handle her own against Gerald Butler in a gritty role, and draw him more into chemistry. A Mr. and Mrs. Smith role perhaps, where there is an internal man/woman struggle. Or like Thomas Crowne Affair, but not as smooth.

And where is Renee Russo? She's great.

I'd like to see Tom Selleck do more westerns, (loved him in Quiggly Down Under, which I've watched a lot, would also like to see more of his co-star and have no idea why Laura San Giacomo is not featured more) but his contemporary Thin Ice law character Jesse Stone drinks too much coffee.

Speaking of westerns, DuVall of Broken Trail, etc. needs a role in which he can display his legendary tango skills. I like him. Someone write that script, will you?

I haven't seen Avatar yet, the lines are absolutely too long, but it's on my list. Sam Worthington from DownUnder land is definitely on my too-watch list, but not Christian Bale, his former co-star. Okay, I did like Christian in his dragon movie. But I usually like dragon-movies anyway.

Speaking of monsters: Beowulf. It was only okay. Read the epic poem. And while you're at that, read The Olaf Sagas, also epic poetry.

Then there's Hugh Jackman in Van Helsing. What is it about those Australian men? Loved Australia, btw. Best role for Nicole Kidman. And whatever Kate Beckinsale does, though I wonder if she's tiring of Vamps, etc.

Football star T.O. speaks of acting. I hope he makes it in a role perfect for him.

Bruce Willis continues, but personally, I like his dry comedy side, i.e. back to Moonlight series. If you haven't seen his Bandits, do make that a must. So funny.

I'm waiting for Nine. Loved Chicago. The Hangover is on my list. Usually any Clint Eastwood films and he was great in Gran Torino.

Maybe next time I do this, I'll have my 1 to 5 icons in place. I was considering chickens. Any ideas?

Positives in Downed Economics

2009-12-15T07:23:00.005-06:00

I'm seeing some real positives in our low economy, and one is the return of more family life.

"Game night" is returning. Board games are not that expensive and allow more communication between family and friends. Yahtzee and dominoes, no matter the variation, continue.

Yesterday, I was shopping at an old-fashioned 5 and Dime, Dick's Dimestore in Branson, MO (lots of discount malls in Branson, which hauls in shoppers during the holidays and those drawn to entertainment). Old-time favorites were everywhere, and a whole wall of new games. Chess has all sorts of dimensions now, so do other favorites. Card games are great, rummy or hearts or poker, or Go Fish and Old Lady.

Videos, Wii, etc. are great, but communication and closeness seem to come more from sitting around a board game or playing charades, etc.

Is it possible that today's hardships are drawing families closer, drawing them back into the home for "Game Night". How much fun!

Our family went through some really dark and money-tight times, but we had a $5 dollar allotment for Game Night, which included pop and chips and maybe a movie. Pillows and blankets on the floor, watching a movie or playing a game are still what my adult daughters remember. As a single then, while I was stressing over paying electric and doctor bills, a bad furnace in winter, groceries, they don't remember when our heat went out in February's worst. They remember how much fun we had making-do, lying huddled together beneath an electric blanket. I need to write about some of our trials back then as they were many. But game and movie night (although it was a television movie) was always something they looked forward to with delight. Well, there was the time that we did not have television, which was okay actually as we spent more time together--more games.

I am not very good at games and often got drafted to be a fourth. Easy prey, that's me. But they enjoyed each other and I enjoyed them. There is tremendous power in sitting around, playing board games with your family, big positives like closer relationships that will not be found with electronic games. Simple and cheap and good, that's what a family game night can be.

Sewing and crafts are returning, some families sharing that fun. We can do a lot with a little, if we really put energy into it. You can find some of my sewing and recipes, etc. at My Jam Jar.

Parents are always stressed, but the holidays really apply pressure. If you haven't, try a Family Game Night. You'd be surprised at the communication and relationship growth. Alternate with inviting others in for Game Night and enjoy the relaxing positive.

Simple pleasures, that's my theme during tight economics and stressful times.

Here Comes Winter

2009-12-03T08:01:00.005-06:00

It was 21 degrees last night, and a wood fire would have felt great. I was too busy to build and tend one and electric served just fine. But that wood stack is ready for emergencies.

I only wanted a little to burn during the holidays when family is gathered around, or myself in the quiet hours before New Years. Yet to get little, I had to buy this stack. Susanne McMinn of WV is learning how to build and tend her home fire, which is interesting. Instead of sticks as kindling, I favor L.L. Bean fatwood as firewood starters. Have to say that during the holidays, a really nice fire does set the mood. So what if it's a little time consuming and a little messy?
When winter comes, there's a whole list of things that need tending and I'm always certain to keep my car in tip-top, especially with good tread. New tires this year, but I still don't understand why they put the white-walls on the inside. Too hard to keep clean? What's that deal, anyway?

We haven't had snow yet, but it's coming. I need to get some bird food. Need I say that the squirrels around also get fat? Anyone who has experience with these knows that. Our neighborhood squirrels have a regular path, traversing over the telephone, etc. lines.
I'm not particularly happy about the starlings either.

I am happy about other things, though, including a Redbox movie on a slow television night, a bunch of books waiting, an audio book--Moning's Kiss of the Highlander was hilarious. The ability to download said books from the library when snow and ice cover the roads is super.

Not a fan of ice either. But winter seems to bring families closer and I'm hearing more about "Board Games", which are good for conversation and friendship. Bring it on, family Yatsee challengers! Monopoly? Boring.

I suppose that's your favorite board game? :)

Dealing with Hard Times

2009-11-28T18:23:00.006-06:00

Today, a friend and I discussed Thrift Shops. They're doing a good job in Missouri and apparently everywhere else.

Years ago, there were fewer, but now most churches, libraries, etc. have them, plus Goodwill and Salvation Army, etc. And there are some tremendous buys.

The photo of a ram with his horn locked in the fence reminds me of people who won't change their position or their spots. In this economy, we're all going to change, of necessity.

Not all people will shop in them, but they are thriving now. My daughter has a regular round of them, preferring a very neat Goodwill in a nice residential district. With growing children, she regularly saves money on clothing and toys.

I happened to love that shop, more for the dishes and cookware. (See My Jam Jar.) I found 3 Hull coffee cups, one given to a friend. Then a little hotpot for travel tea, and a few other things like a giant sautee skillet, stainless steel for $3. That got me started on thrift shops and now I'm addicted.

Each one has a different flavor and/or specialty. Some are neat, others cluttered. I saw the back room of one, donations piled high as a mountain. This because they had so many donations and so little floor space.

One hospital-thrift store is tiny, but always is filled with goodies, i.e. clothing and toys. At that store, I found 5 cups, made in England, and for fun am hunting the matching sixth. I'm a cup/mug hunter, as you can see by the banner's graphic. Each has a special meaning or use. In case you're not a mug/cup specialty user, they are each intended for a job. For instance, if I'm writing, I like one pottery type, tea in another, one for the road (oh, yes, I have different travel mugs, too) and one because it has violets and a topper. Toppers are important. Sometimes they fit other cup/mugs. See? You have to get into this to understand.

A quilter is steadily visiting this shop, picking up new sewing scraps for very little.

A friend who has to live away from home in an apartment a couple of times a year, goes to these stores upon arrival at the new city and set herself up with necessities, leaving them for the next person when she returns home. Now that's an idea.

At one Goodwill, I was surprised at the cars parked out front. You'll see many high end vehicles outside some of these places, the people very well dressed. At others, you'll see working people's cars or vans, but very seldom do you see workmen's trucks. I have no idea why. But the demographic interests me.

In one Goodwill that I haunt, there were 2 used breadmakers, electric skillets, pots, pans, etc. in addition to little girl's gloves and hair ornaments, etc. and lots of new things, perfectly boxed and ready to be giftwrapped. That Goodwill has more new things than used and I got a $3 large black umbrella, perfect for the New York crowd.

They've started carrying cleaning items, much the same as Dollar Stores. As an unhappy sign (my translation), the staggering amount of new goods in these stores reflect some actual store that has gone down. A donation to charity probably helps on tax dollars, I don't know.

With Black Friday beserkers crowding our streets and stores (a little dark pointed view there), I haven't been into the thrift stores in the last few days, either to donate or to shop for very little.

These stores are doing a good job, some with Senior Citizen discount days and others with furniture markdowns, etc., so don't toss, donate.

Kitten Prices Are Up

2009-10-25T17:13:00.004-05:00

Fall is great for learning experiences. The photo to the left is a "woolly worm" getting ready to spin himself in for the winter.

Yesterday, I took a young lad for a bowling lesson. (He wanted to bowl "by instinct". I wanted him to learn a proper approach, because I bowled and it would serve him well in the long run. I don't know if I got the concept through that lining up his feet on the dots and boards and sighting down the darts on the alley was important. His "instinct" battled my determination. Stay tuned for that one as I would like to try that again with him.

We'd already tested root beer, comparing the brands, as my young friend is apparently able to tell the difference between brown sugar/corn syrup and a blend of either to make a smooth taste. I always enjoy our root beer adventures. He saves the bottles, but this time we were at a drive-through. He'd been wanting to taste this particular brew.
Then, with time to spare before another designated teen pickup at the theatre, we gassed up ($2.54/gal at 87) and headed to a pet shop.

We made the rounds, puppies always cute, seems to be a multitude of Yorkies. (I'll have to post Arusha's picture some time. 3 lbs worth of silver loving Yorky.) Headed down Fish Alley, where one fish was 89.99. Hey, what's the matter with guppies? But some of them are fascinating.

Then headed out of the store and got caught by the Kitten Cage. So cute, playing with each other, tumbling in their toy chamber, responding to humans who tapped on the glass. Then a woman said, "I've got a fortune in these at my house."

She pointed to a sign. The kittens had been reduced from $200+ to only $169.99. I guess that minus one cent made everything seem a lot cheaper. The sign itemized the cost: base price about $60.

I checked out the kittens. No special breed seemed apparent. Just average kittens you might find in a barn, etc. But the charge list went on: locator chip, vet checkup and spayed/neutered.

Who knew?!

The puppy cages did not have prices. I began to calculate: If kittens were $170, minus that one cent, how much were the puppies?

We moved on to the birds and then the rabbits. One particular cute gray one with long ears was hiding. He'd had enough fondling for the day. I don't blame him.

I'd had enough dollar-shock for the evening and we headed home.

Fall Foto Time

2009-10-17T11:50:00.000-05:00

Time for fall travel and taking pictures. I love all the fall festivals, much more than the spring and summer ones. I also take pictures of the countryside's old buildings. In the Ozarks, they are pretty interesting, and many are gone now.

I just saw a TV special on Vermont, etc. and the vivid colors. The Ozarks are pretty good competition for color right now as the leaves are turning. As an artist, I love the colors of gold/orange/reds mixed with greens. Maples are the best subjects as the leaves start turning in one spot. Okay, sassafrass is a close second with gorgeous orange leaves. I have a tree in my back yard. Old timers would dig sassafrass for the roots and make tea from them. Or root beer, whatever. But the dried root was supposed to be a curative.

A digital camera makes everything so easy, especially if photos are used for blogging, etc. I love Picasa3 software for lifting pictures into blogs, such as these. Or emailing to someone, or choosing those to lift to photo makers. It's a very handy program.

Years ago, I started taking pictures of my family's feet, the young ones anyway. I like to image how those little feet will take them through their lives and where they will go. Some people take family pictures of clasped hands and frame them. Very sentimental photos, especially when that loved one passes on.

I also use these pictures over at My Jam Jar, another of my blogs.

On the Go

2009-10-08T10:07:00.000-05:00

I've been so busy lately that this morning my coffee didn't taste right. No wonder. Instead of my fantastic raspberry flavoring, I'd grabbed the vinegar. Now that is toooo busy and time to slow down.

On the go as well as writing (which is my occupation), I spent last weekend at the Missouri Literacy Festival, Springfield MO. On overnight stay to look sharp as a presenter, and long days required choosing one of the many bags gifted to me by my daughter, who has now left the bag business. Sigh. I love these bags, especially the green one, which I stuff for day-trips and have everything I need for all day, water/handcream/makeup/paperwork, etc. I love bags, ones with compartments the best.

Then, there's Alfie. AlphaSmart 3000, which is the best notetaker and a light traveler for quick trips, when you know you don't have time to lug a laptop, etc. Many writers still in love with Alfie, which just does draft text, lights up in a heartbeat and saves automatically. Since it weighs only a lb and runs 750 hrs on 3 AA batteries, it's a quick choice for any waiting room time. Come home, plug it into a computer and clean up and you have no wasted time. I write many of my blog drafts on it while sitting in my easy chair.

Time is always short for me. Add Twitter and Facebook posts, plus my blogs, Daily or Not and My Jam Jar and life is not dull.

I love Fall and plan to take my camera out for the day soon.

Hoop Earrings on The View

2009-08-21T08:10:00.005-05:00

While surfing for the weather report, this during repeated T-storms and tornadoes in lower MO, I hit The View.

Now, I'm not an a.m. TV person, preferring to work days and relax at night with whatever is not a reality, game, war movie, etc. But a wakeup call to a blast of tooclose thunder shaking one's quiet morning, gets the thumb on ye-old remote.

And there was The View, ladies spread from Whoopi to Barbara...

This discussion weighed in on performers, specifically women, and weight, a "double standard" so said one. Double standard, because male performers could have more heft that female. Quite interesting. My thumb paused on the weather station button and I listened...

As a writer, I am basically reclusive, happily tapping away. But a recent set of photos, a family reunion, provided a wake-up call that I needed to lose weight. Somehow, within myself, puttering around my home, yard, and office, I felt really good and in shape.

The family photos said otherwise, and I'm back to rice cakes.

But I was struck by The View's panel commenting on weight demands in the industry, a couple of the ladies not exactly fashion model thin. Back up. Correction: I happen to like catalogs for the full-size ladies as they show me how I would look in a garment. So full-size models are fashion models.

Since I like hoop earrings, I was struck by how each woman on the view, different body types and shapes of faces all wore hoops of one style or another. Strange. I wondered why one of them wasn't wearing gemstones, another favorite.

Chandelier earrings of different styles might have suited the longer hair styles, but then since I have a gorgeous pair, made by a friend, (these are them) I consider them more evening or glamor.

Yet, why did these ladies all favor hoops?

I have nothing against hoops, I have several pairs that are quite functional. Yet each lady, so individual, had chosen hoops.

I could see why diamonds hadn't been chosen as they could flash and upset the camera.

Are these ladies, diverse as they are, not aware of how uniform they looked in their choice of jewelry?

Let them wear gemstones. Let them choose for the symbolic meanings. Let them wear Celtic designs.

Pull out the diversity, ladies. Let your earrings tell about you and personal choices, not a uniform you clad when lining up with The View coffee cups.

Grand Opening Over Stimulation

2009-07-26T09:48:00.002-05:00

Yesterday, I went to a Sam's Club grand opening. I used a free coupon, a one day pass.

What a nightmare. It was raining, and good thing I stopped to get a $3 new umbrella at a thrift shop. Friends have snagged me into shopping at the better ones, i.e. Goodwills here and there. Anyway, Sam's parking lot was filled and the walk to the front door was long. People surged in and out.

I live in Wal-Mart saturated country, but have unsuccessfully tried to woo Costco here. Uh-huh. Sent Costco e-mails, called their 800 numbers and actually got someone who said they'd send the idea to their location research team. Nothing happened, but at least I tried.

Police were necessary to route traffic in and past the parking lot, which should have given me some indication of what it lurked inside.

I really went for the experience, rather than the savings. I like life experiences, i.e. festivals, traveling, etc. Some of the prices were actually higher than what is available elsewhere. I came away with a 3 liter jug of olive oil, some great looking blueberries, some school supply pencils, etc. Nothing spectacular. I'm thinking about adding a webcam to communicate with relatives, so that was of interest, but not enough to purchase.

Except: the jug of EVO as Rachel Ray calls it, caught the attention of a small Italian woman. We had quite the discussion. I have Sicilian relatives who drop their meatballs into the sauce, called "smothering" I guess. They taste great. She bakes her meatballs and takes like 5 hrs on her sauce.

Sam's Club offered a selection of great cheeses and she recommended one she uses in her meatballs.

That was the high point of a very packed Sam's Club, and I should have gone at any other time than a rainy Saturday afternoon. Quite the little life-experience.

Branson Missouri's Fourth of July

2009-07-08T07:26:00.005-05:00

Hot and humid didn't get any better when I attended Branson's big waterfront splash on the 4th. I had a 12-year old boy with me, and an event like a highly publicized music and fireworks show really separates those with a few years and those excited by crowds. Very Thick Crowds at Branson Landing, a shopping center, complete with a Hilton hotel and apartments, a spouting water show and live music. The "Landing" borders Lake Taneycomo, which is a small very cold river, the result of Table Rock Dam's release and water shed flood control.

This is a beautiful area with green hills on the opposite side of the Landing. Lake Taneycomo flows into Bull Shoals Lake and so forth. It's a great place to walk. Above the Landing, past an old bridge, is an RV park, complete with fishing docks and a marina. At the other end of the Landing is a park where you can toss horseshoes, more fishing docks and places to sit on rocks and fish for the trout released by the hatchery upriver and near the Dam.

Major parking lots are at the south and north ends. Trolley services offered from one parking lot to the shopping center, and one trolley runs through the cobblestone main street, bordered on either side by shops.

So that's the layout. Now comes the EVENT: I thought my young chum and I would see what it was all about, the Fourth at Branson Landing. We drove to one parking lot, which was already packed, cars parked wherever, lawn and sideways/double-parked, blocking-in others parked. We drove to the opposite one, which had a big thick FULL sign at the entrance. Fearing not, we circled it. No parking places. Finally, we left and headed up a block to Branson's Main Street, where all the shops were closed, but the parking spaces were filled. In the evening, we finally found a space, which was quite some walking distance down to the Landing.

Packed full with shoppers, baby strollers, people waiting in line for ice cream and drinks, lawn chairs and blankets spread everywhere, steps filled with those seated, attendance number keepers had to be ecstatic.

We rode the trolley, and those drivers are amazing. The one traveling the parking lot, large enough to warrant a trolley, did not hit any cars/vans/whatever, parked every which way. Turning was difficult, especially when cars/vans were parked in the access roads. The boy enjoyed this ride tremendously, and talked to the driver about bottled root beer.

The trolley heading down the cobblestone street between the shops didn't hit people. Which was really amazing.

The center area had Native American dancers and their flute/etc. sales prior to the bands down by the massive spouting waters. In this area, crowds sat in lawn chairs, so thick I don't know how they could get out. Down by the river, people sat everywhere, milling around. I saw none of the ducks/geese I usually note during morning walks.

We left before the fireworks as in this area they are aplenty, and I was winding down fast. So we walked the blocks up to our car, managed to get out of the narrow access alley, in which cars had also parked. We headed home, and noted people coming from blocks above the Landing, finding more parking places wherever. We stopped for groceries, only to find that the store lot was filled and not with customers either.

I was glad to get home.

Home, sweet home. Where on the Fourth of July, every year, our large hilltop neighborhood turns blue with fireworks smoke. Where the sounds of rockets and major fireworks abound. Where bottle rockets are found in your trees and yard. Where the explosions and gorgeous displays plant people in lawn chairs with their neighbors.

Amazing Fact: Everyone seemed happy. I didn't hear police or fire sirens.

My young chum was delighted, excited about his own Fourth plans. I was exhausted, but glad for the experience. I'd probably do it again, but take a chair as the benches were always full.

Until next Fourth....

Waiting Room Humor

2009-06-25T12:27:00.009-05:00

First: My Thanks to writer-friend Karen Hawkins for the use of her dimple.

Onward: I love my car, a nifty little CRV. I take care of it and it takes care of me.

This sometimes calls for visits to Honda's caring mechanics and a time in waiting rooms. Yesterday was such a time. Now, there are 2 waiting rooms, one for the quick service, oil changes, that sort of thing. Then another for the hard-ball stuff. This dealer has WiFi and HiDef TV. Both have great bathrooms and offer coffee. How sweet it is.

NOTE: I love waiting rooms of all kinds. Well, maybe not ALL kinds as I probably haven't been to ALL kinds yet. But the ones I have visited are so interesting, that maybe that will be a Bucket List Item for me--hitting every waiting room possible.

But yesterday's waiting room offered several priceless moments....

In for an oil change, I settled into my tote bag of keeping occupied things. I load this tote for any trips requiring several stops. It's packed with water bottle, sun screen, hand lotion, PDA, magazines, newspapers, sometimes an AlphaSmart note-taker (see my other blog for writers).

The quick-fix waiting room is my favorite. So a mix of men and women (Why is it customary to place "men" before "women" when writing?) were sitting in various chairs. A businessman was punching laptop keys and talking into his earphone gadget. Men and women were (there it is again) reading magazines and newspapers and talking on cell phones.

But the obvious object d'art was the big screen, HiDef located above all of us. The sound was quite loud. I'm getting to the fun stuff--stick with me.

Okay, onward. Repeat: the sound was loud. In their program, The Doctors were primed to answer "anything", no matter how personal. The first question concerned a woman's orgasm.

At this point, every male ducked his head firmly into his newspaper. A woman looked sideways and I stared back, our gazes locked. The questions and answers seemed to go on forever, the males too still in their seats, so you knew they were listening intently.

The next question offered an even better topic: circumcision.

At this point, I gave trying to conceal my interest in everyone's reactions. What is really amazing, as I read this post, is that with all the discomfort in the waiting room, that no one got up and changed or asked the attendant to change, the channel. :)

Walking with Friends

2009-06-17T23:14:00.012-05:00

This morning, I started walking along the waterfront at 6 a.m. It's a very nice concrete walkway, and I'd geared up with my pedometer and homemade insect repellent (see My Jam Jar about how to make it).

The morning fog wrapped around the hills opposite the river as the geese and ducks were busy getting breakfast. I stopped to take a few pictures and did not notice those mosquitos dining on me as much with my new blend of essential oil spritzer.

Mom and Dad ducks were out, watching the little ones feed, and boy are they busy. It's romance season in duck-geese land and I don't think Dad was too happy with the little ones around while he was courting Mama. But she really is a first-class mother as I've watched her try so hard to keep her brood. Unhappily, she's missing a few now.

In addition to gorgeous landscaping on one side and walkers busy at their task, I enjoyed the wildlife.

This little frog was absolutely gorgeous and posed like a model while I snapped away.
Meanwhile, the three girls were chatting away as they brunched.

With high humidity and fog, I came home drenched, but glad I took my walk early as it turned out to be one of our hotter days.

Homey Trends

2009-05-26T07:14:00.007-05:00

I've just visited Barbara Samuel's blog and she gives an interesting narrative of how she feels about baking bread. (The photo on the right is my own bread bowl.)

More people are returning to home style, and especially baking, according to whatever trends I fleece from Internet. I feel that I am qualified to address this topic as the other day, a woman thought I was Paula Deen, quite the compliment. (The only reason I think she may have made the connect was because my hair is naturally curly and it was a damp day. Or because it's gray, too :))

We're returning to gardening, cooking, etc. and one of my favorite homey places is Little House in the Suburbs. They advocate planting vegetables in lieu of pretty stuff and all the info there is terrific. I especially liked the garden plan for small spaces.

Sewing and making gifts is returning, one of the best today-perks ever. I make jam for presents.

Then as for films, I'm an infrequent user and stop by a Redbox. Quite handy.

And that brings me to conferences and how the Internet has changed our lives. I wonder if conferences will continue in the flesh, that is. I wonder if we won't save our travel and fees and stay home, using the Internet for our needs. Major organizations are struggling with memberships during this economy.

It seems that we are returning to self-sufficiency. I wonder. What do you think?

Expectations: Not Good

2009-05-04T07:01:00.004-05:00

Media captures and locks certain images into our minds, and such was the case of Susan Boyle, Singing Success Underdog. Who woulda guessed?

If you haven't seen Susan's amazing YouTube video, you must.

The question is: Why wasn't Susan Boyle expected to achieve her dream?

The answer: We're geared to packaging and branding. Susan's package wasn't young and slender and gorgeous. And Simon, on the judging panel, was incredibly rude when he asked her age. 47 was Susan's fearless response. So age is a detriment to success?

Truth is: Yes, age can be a detriment. Talent in its human bottle, filled, half-full, or at the dreg-level, is usually given a better examination when it is younger. And why is that?

Expectations of its growth and height and money-producing shelf life.

Flip the age-coin and you get Miley Cyrus. Talented, yes. She's a media blitz. But how many of these young stars have run aground, been zapped and sucked until their personal lives are gone? Those highly necessary formative years never return.

Susan won't have to worry about that. She's waited and prepared for her dream. All the best to you, Susan. And to you, Simon, because I think you really care for this incredible talent and will help tend it.

Appaloosa-The Movie

2009-04-27T22:51:00.006-05:00

Appaloosa Gets a 5-star from me. With a leading cast: Ed Harris (also the director), Viggo Mortenson, Renee Zellweger, and Jeremy Irons, how could it go wrong?

Movies do go wrong, even with leading casts, but this one was a bulls-eye hit.

I admire Ed Harris for his lengthy acting work (I didn't see the other movie he directed)and now the ease with which he directs. Viggo Mortenson always gives a good performance in his varied roles. A real-life private person, he is also an interesting personality.

This movie intrigued me, because of the way the male protagonists related, and the formality of the speech of the day. But back to those two characters, hired law-keepers...

Ed Harris's character, Virgil, seemed to be rough along the supposed supportive, Mortenson as shotgun-carrying Everett. The play between the two is that of friends understanding each other and how the other would react to situations.

As they set about to clean up a beleagured town, there is a gentlemanliness (if there is such a word) about Everett that Virgil seems to respect and honor. He honors what seems to be a lesser character, Everett. Everett understands Virgil's touchy-points, and Virgil can lose it, as he does in a bar, causing Everett to pull him off before he kills someone over a minor infaction.

Enter Zellweger and Jeremy Irons, both playing predictable parts.

The psychological play between the two men is pure characterization fascination. And once Zellweger enters the scene, everything changes, leading to a surpise wham-bang ending.

Harris's credentials, either as an actor, screenwriter, or director are sound and I look forward to more of his work. We can all use a good western, especially in these times.

As for Vig, with his real-life heritage, I'd really, really like to see him star in a Viking film.

I'm in Love with Sponge Bob

2009-04-18T08:39:00.005-05:00

SpongeBob's Box of Books (Spongebob Squarepants)

Sponge Bob, my hero. Somehow no matter how badly he's saturated with water, distorted by villians, Sponge Bob always has a bright smile and a bright outlook. He's the opposite of Squidward and I know a few people with both personalities. Patrick is the best companion, always supportive.

I used to watch with children, and now sometimes I just watch for the gentle messages Sponge Bob and Patrick can give us. Yesterday, the angel-like jellyfish transported Sponge Bob to an Italian opera and he got his own handlebar mustasche. But did he forget Squidward, who sabotaged him? No.

A devotee of Barnacle Bill and Mermaid Man, Sponge Bob sees everything good about them, not aging problems. Sponge Bob and Patrick are optimists.

Yesterday's bit was about Sponge Bob learning about Vikings. Quite an interesting segment that stopped my surfing for veg-time, after a hard day's work. Sponge Bob, Patrick, Squidward and others had me for several episodes after that. And Gary. Who doesn't need a snail named Gary?

I think our world can learn a lot from Sponge Bob and friends.

Today is My Birthday

2009-04-11T10:48:00.002-05:00

I take care myself on my birthday. This image is from a party one daughter threw for me, which was very nice. But I usually do something special for myself, too, even if it is taking a drive, and/or taking pictures. I do think that in this hurried world, we should pause at least one day and think about where we've been and where we're going.

That isn't as easy as it sounds. We all have commitments, and they sometimes fall on our birthdays. Lots of busy-busy things to do in life, especially around the holidays.

But today, at this moment, I'm in retreat. It's quiet and soothing here, as I think about the next year, talk to a few friends, and maybe pot a few plants and generally take things easy.

Feeling Stalked by Age?

2009-04-05T09:54:00.007-05:00

So what? Can't stop it. But hey, with Easter on its way, and plenty to do, or not, there's plenty to do for yourself, too. We need to take care of ourselves, not just the outside window dressings, but what's happening inside.

Take a walk on the wild side with some of the things I do for myself, especially when the gloomies come along:

1. Take a ride in the country, someplace with old houses and cows grazing in the field. A friend and I discussed this the other day, the thing about cows somehow seeming eternal. Those who can view the ocean, probably feel that way, too. But happy cows seem to give a euphoric feeling.

2. Grow something. This can be as easy as digging up older plants and transferring them. Gardening is a highly recommended stress reliever. Or just grow some inside plants. I like African violets, but they do not seem to do well for me.

3. If you can, buy a bouquet of flowers and place them somewhere visual.

4. Have that cup of tea and relax with a book, or a non-violent, feel good movie. Music is always good, but choose the easy listening mode.

5. I'm an admitted make-up junkie and give myself facials and pedicures. I've always thought that well-tended feet, including the right and comfortable shoes will take you where you want to go on life's pathway. I truly admire what Lauren Hutton has done with her life and I love her cosmetics, which make me feel better. One thing I learned a couple of years ago was that eyebrow waxing is essential. Not a plucker myself. (I'm going to do a whole column on eyebrows, both sexes' so watch for it.)

6. Secure that inner child. For example, I'm basically an artist and I miss painting, because I've been writing heavily for years. I also miss the tactile crafts, i.e. making dough art for fun projects. I miss sewing, too. We get so busy that our inner child, whatever is most private in our personality composite that keeps us young, ages and withers.

7. Pack a lunch or buy take-out, but go to a park and have a picnic. We don't do picnics like we used to, and that's a shame.

8. This thing about surrounding yourself with positive people. IMHO, that's great, but if they are happy chirpers and have no sense of why they are happy, then let me out the door. Keep friends who comfort, but who give back what they take. Some people take way too much from a friendship and exhaust friends. Important: Give back.

9. Allow yourself those down times, when life isn't great. Not to overdo, tho :) My theory is that in order to keep balance, a certain release valve is in each of us, and the "Downs" keep a check on our pressures. We're seeing a lot of family pressures now and that is sad, as children are also pressured. Cannot say enough about family night and the dinner table where children are heard, not hushed.

10. Clutter weighs you down. I have a lot of it and am working to de-clutter. Not an easy project, but I'm trying. I'm a writer, a painter, I like to sew and grow, plus I do a lot of home maintenance, so those things bring a lot of stuff into a home. Still, see above, they are a part of me that I hold dear. I'm struggling with the rest of the stuff, like my seashell collection. :)

11. Make your bedroom your retreat. Soft colors, soft lighting, a comfortable bed. Listen to gentle music an hour before sleep, or read material that will not excite you. Do not listen to news in that hour before a night's sleep. And I think naps give us a necessary break.

I'll leave 12. to you. That Inner Glow so many people have? You can have it, too :)

Yellow Spring Dudes

2009-03-21T09:38:00.000-05:00

I love these guys and have an assortment of different sizes. They brighten the dull winter stuff.

My lily of the valley is also another favorite, slower to show up, but just as welcome and more fragrant.

Ref Article: Is Writing for the Rich?

2009-03-06T08:16:00.007-06:00

Is Writing for the Rich? is the title of Francis Wilkerson's opinion piece in The Week magazine.

Wilkerson opens bald truths. He addresses the earnings of freelancers in the media, the changes Internet has created, and how difficult it is for writers to make a living now. We've been discussing this topic for a number of years.

Freelancers are self-employed. That means a heavy hit from both sides of taxation, either as an individual, or as an employer.

I've been a full-time novelist since 1992, but had published multi-novels since contracting my first in '85. During that time period, I had "day-job" employment. (Repeat: Day-Job. As if writing isn't sweating the proverbial blood and sucking bone marrow.)

Once stepping off the "day-job" and security benefits ledge, I soon found that the cost of health insurance wasn't sweet. Without a spouse then, and no other security-shelf income, I was extremely cautious--but enjoying the escape of the usual office tensions/routines. The benefit of the self-employed is that you are your own person. The flip side is that you work very hard and sometimes make writing choices on the basis of necessary income, rather than an artistic/creative choice.

Necessary income allows that creative energy. One writer-friend has gone back to full-time employment (okay, there are many writers seeking standard employment now). The particular friend stated that she is more freely creative now, because she isn't worried about finances. She is actually producing better copy easier, because she's assured her bills will be paid, her family's needs secured.

In discussions with others, the ideal situation for a writer emerged: security, a regular paycheck and benefits made life so much easier. It's an old joke about writers: Sure, he/she can afford to do whatever, he/she's married to a doctor/lawyer. The income/benefits provided by spouses, parents, retirement funds, alimony, etc. offset a writer's unsteady income. If tossing a dart at a percentage chart, I'd say that the writers who are not Grisham, Sparks, Delinsky, Roberts, etc., but who are considered full-time, is like 6%. Of that 6%, most have other necessary income resources.

Within that lower percentage are also writers who have spun off into peripheral careers, i.e. website and ad work, bloggers, e-Zines, small press, editing, book-doctoring, voice acting for audio books, writing coaches, readers for publishers, etc. for extra income.

Within that so-called joke lies the validity of Wilkerson's article, which is even more true in today's economics.

Note: The big nightmare in a writer's finances is insurance premiums for self and family.

Wilkerson also mentions those who are willing to write for free. (Publication adds to a resume and print realizes dreams.) This mother lode of writers is easy pickings for publishers, but a real downer for those who are trying to make a living.

Note: If you haven't listened to Pen on Fire podcast, where Barbara DeMarco-Barrett interviews Vicki Bijur, literary agent, please do. Pen on Fire is also an easy iTunes listen. Vicki's advice on e-book publication, memoirs, etc. is excellent.

On the brighter side, new media has provided opportunities, such as Twitter now has someone trolling for news articles. Podcasters/bloggers may have backers/advertiser dollars. E-zines and websites need articles, etc. Many writers are also literary agents or speakers.

The simple life now is highly intense and flexible. Like any other industry, the ramifications extend into selection of college degrees, which conferences to choose, what PR is expense worthy (promotion is one of writers' highest expenses), what writing groups will survive, etc.

Wilkerson's article title only opens a debate that has circled writers for years.

However, my underlying belief is that if a writer's true nature is to write, he/she will.

Seed Girl Goes to the Movies

2009-03-02T20:32:00.005-06:00

Call me Seed Girl.

In case you plant gardens, and more people are doing just that, you know that garden seeds can be quite expensive. Last year, I started saving different seeds, and this year, I bought more at a great feed store. I also ordered Heirloom seeds from Baker Creek. Heirloom seeds are not hybrids, so they tell me, and saving Heirloom seeds produces free seeds for the next year. Ok, I'm learning this stuff, so bear with me.

This is a shared project. My job is to try, repeat Try, to grow the seedlings. Another family grows the garden. I help.

It's a unique task for me, another adventure on the road of my many-faceted life. A friend and her husband, who are quite the grow-people, have been graciously sharing their expertise. This economic year, more people will probably turn to gardening, if they have the area, so it may be a rebirth of canning, freezing, dehydrating whatever.

I bought The Farmers Almanac 2009, which has an info-bit on tomato-seed saving. Logically, if I have the how-to book, that makes me a certified gardener. :)

BTW, cannot wait for Clive Owen in Duplicity. I loved him as Arthur and have seen that movie several times. He's great in the dark stuff, i.e. Sin City, and looks just as yummy in the promos for Duplicity. Australia is another movie on my list. Just saw Mama Mia, which was a musical great and Meryl Streep was absolutely super as she always is, no matter the role.

Tomatoes and Godfather, the Movie

2009-02-16T17:11:00.002-06:00

Isn't anyone watching? Check out Godfather, the part where Marlon Brando is running around the tall tomato plants, playing with his grandson.

I'd really like someone who grows staked tomatoes to watch that part. Marlon dies, of course, the kid still squirting him with what is probably akin to DDT, back then.

Rerun. Back to when Godfather is being chased by the kid through the tomato plants. I'm really concerned about those plants. The leaves look wilted, as if the plants were just replanted. Yep, looked like wilted leaves to me.

Not that it changes the quality of the film, the acting, etc. And hey, Diane Keaton just made a memoir sale that was moneyified. (I admire Keaton, btw. On another viewing, she still had enough spunk left from Godfather years to make love to Jack Nicholson.)

If you grow tomatoes, would you please review Godfather, the movie, and see if you think those plants are wilted? :)

Handbag Army

2009-02-06T11:45:00.005-06:00

Like most women, I'm particular about my handbags, pockets in them, where to put my cell phone, easy access, shoulder strap, etc. But there is one handbag that is turning up in ads everywhere.

A shoulder-strap model, it is sold off the shelves, from catalogs, and shopping networks. It can be expanded, comes in different colors, etc. and is every so nifty, with lots of pockets for everything.

Now, I'm a pocket girl, very particular about the convenient pockets in my handbags. (And I have a lot of them. :)) I need the usual, and have never been fond of the zip-open card holder as I like a small billfold that I can shift from bag to bag. I prefer a shoulder strap model, leaving my hands free. I like everything this particular bag has to offer.

However, this overpromotion may kill my purchase of said handbag. With so many wearing it, it may become like a uniform, and what woman wants that?

A Life Beyond Polio

2009-01-19T09:20:00.005-06:00

Seven Wheelchairs: A Life beyond Polio

If you ever wondered about the polio epidemics that killed and wounded so many, that are possible in today's world without vaccine, do read Gary Presley's 7 Wheelchairs. My review of his memoir follows:

"I am Gimp. See me cope."

That is Gary Presley's final assessment of his parapalegic journey in his memoir, 7 Wheelchairs.

17-year-old Gary's journey from healthy Missouri farmboy to self-proclaimed "crip" and "gimp" began in 1959, when Presley's loving mother took him for his polio immunization. A week later, a headache and raging fever marked the onset of Presley's journey through pain, frustration and fear. Locked in a yellow tin can, he is dependent upon a machine which forces air into his lungs. He would never walk again.

Dependent now on others for the simplest body function he once took for granted, the boy is already a world traveler, his father a military man. Now Presley's world becomes a tin tube, his angled mirror giving only glimpses of the world outside his room. He fights his tiny confining world, furious with it. An unwilling patient, young Presley struggles through a world of unwanted, painful physical therapy, rocking beds and other devices.

His struggle in a Springfield, MO hospital results in livening communication with other "crips". Presley is to be "weaned" from his breathing shell, etc. at a Omaha, Nebraska rehabilitation center. This treatment is elevated, yet the physical therapists are unable to reclaim his body, because by now Presley is considered to be a "bungled job". This is where Presley begins to understand the power of his mind, that he is not a Thing, but an intelligent person. Throughout, a second son is almost forgotten, Presley's care taking precedent.

On their Missouri farm, life becomes routine. From boy to man, he begins office work. Pride and strength emerge in the man, this self-proclaimed cyborg, at one with his wheelchair and necessary routines.

Basically dependent upon his parents' muscle for daily care, Presley is stunned by his mother's death and his father's advancing cancer. Of necessity, health care workers tend him until his father passes in 1988. Post-polio syndrome grips Presley, producing another medical emergency and near death. Amid pain and fever, Presley names the specialist, whose treatment will save him.

Productive and employed, Presley settles into an apartment on the grounds of a nursing home. Professional care includes that of Belinda, who will become Mrs. Presley and she leads to his introduction into Catholic faith, which he now embraces.

Presley continues to lead a productive, very interesting life and has miles to go in his current wheelchair. He is involved in many writing projects and highly active in many fields.

Presley’s memoir is rich in texture and deep in introspection. His individual portraits of each person touching his life, good or bad, latches the reader to the page. His style is earthy grit which punctuates smooth literary flow, and certain impact phrases pounce off the page. Most of all, Presley's captivating texture of life, spirit, family and strength will keep the reader turning pages.

He welcomes your email; simply email him.

The Day I Cried

2009-01-02T09:39:00.004-06:00

Anne of Green Gables

Yesterday, I spent a whole slothful day of vegging and watching movies. I'd watched Clint Eastwood's westerns the night before and then got caught and spent the afternoon, a sunny day, mind you, watching Ozarks Public Television's Anne of Green Gables.

First of all, I'll watch anything with my favorite actors of Colleen Dewhurst and Richard Farnsworth. Megan Follows, as Anne with an E :) was an absolute delight. The production quality and acting and settings were absolutely the best. No wonder Anne's story has lasted and has been enjoyed forever. I believe we need more of this film-story telling where we understand that the child has not had a good life, that there are resulting problems, but focus is not on the specific and horrific incidents, rather on the uplifting story.

The film portrayal of Anne's journey was excellent.

Vote Against More Reality Shows

2008-12-22T21:46:00.003-06:00

I'm voting against even more reality shows in 2009. Please. No. My life is a reality show enough for me.

Someone, somewhere said these shows are scripted. I have no idea, but in particular, I am full up with women publically slutting themselves on television. Even a surfer like myself cannot avoid them.

I have favorite shows: Jon and Kate Makes Eight, Some cooking shows, and okay, I admit it, I sometimes watch television shopping shows. Discovery is great. Then, the sci-fi movies are pretty good (I'm a fan of dragons, not the undead, tombs/history beast resurrection, and some vampire stuff). As for CSI-type forensic shows, I could do without gross details. Specifically, I find that some shows cross the viewing line with child cruelty details.

I have no opinion about the percentage of sports and other shows, whatsoever. This post pertains only to absolute/definite opinions.

Gunsmoke reruns interest me now. I see more character development, interaction, goals, in that show with Miss Kitty and Matt than I am seeing in many instances now. As for movies on television: Ok, I'm a fan of the western, including Quigley Down Under, which was made there. I've watched Fargo countless times. Loved Sigorney Weaver in Alien, all 3 of them. P.S. I Love You was absolutely terrific, but then Gerald Butler is, too, even in 300. Laura Croft, Tomb Raider, etc., The Librarian, etc. all preferred. Old movies still captivate.

With more focus on the home, thank goodness, we do need better viewing entertainment. (Ok, I know there are other things we need to do, i.e. family communication. I absolutely believe in the family dinner table WITHOUT media/television blasting over whatever happened in school, etc.)

We are shaping our young by what we allow to touch them. We, Americans and the world, are in a time where we need changes. Not that we need to avoid the presence of inhumanity or the need to actively fight it, or the need to help others.

At the end of the work day, or with more hours on time off to watch television, uplifting, intriguing, good fiction would be so appreciated, in lieu of more reality shows.

Recommended Gift

2008-12-16T09:50:00.003-06:00

Prescription for Nutritional Healing, 4th Edition

Health is the best gift. But since I can't exactly give you that, I can give you information on what my circle of friends use to help them.

Prescription for Nutritional Healing by Balch is a top gift recommendation. I regularly buy the update on this book and am much impressed by it. For instance, if your fingernails have a certain look, you could have health problems, all explained in this book. Also you'll find what not to eat, what supplements to take, and a basic life style for your health. The information is quite intensive and you may be able to find one of these books in your used book store, if not purchasing new from any health store or book store.

I wish all this information had been available earlier. It probably was, somewhere, but just not where we were living when my children were younger. I have a whole library of these health focused books, including the Mayo big book, but I value this Prescription for Nutrional Healing over all.

The Bah Humbug Club

2008-12-09T05:59:00.005-06:00

This year, we need an infusion of good stuff happenin'. Watch those faces in the oncoming cars. Are they smiling? Probably not. At this rate, wrinkle cream is going to be in high demand.

I can't post my gift ideas because I haven't given them yet. But they are small and hopefully thoughtful; they reflect me and my budget. I'm big on practical gifts, so that's a hint, family/friends.

Someone in my neighborhood started a plague of Christmas light decorations. It's infecting the neighborhood. Now, that's ok, but while I'm pretty well set gift-wise, I'm way behind in the decoration mode. I'm feeling like an Bah-Humbug outcast.

Over at All Fly Over, blogger D.K. Raymer dislikes inflateable Christmas balloons. We're having terrific winds here in the Midwest, and those outsize balloons don't like it.

I visualize those big balloons flying off with someone trying to hold them down. Imagine that: Santa Claus really could fly. :)

Second Time Around Jewelry

2008-12-04T22:19:00.001-06:00

A friend's husband "reconditioned" these for me. I've always been attracted to the Mayans and found this calendar somewhere, purchased for $1. The black background was almost gone, the characters invisible. He darkened the background and the center mask popped out, along with the circular rings.

The butterfly was a bookmark, and he cut the long piece, leaving me an attractive pendant in my favorite colors. That one is usually worn with an open throat neckline, the calendar over sweaters, etc.

I do a bit of "reconditioning" with a needlenose pliers and a bag of junk jewelry. It's actually quite fun, and watching this guy at his work bench really motivated me to come home and check out what I could do.

He and his wife search out interesting pieces, and he studies them to see what shape and form they say to him, before starting to work. He's created lovely pieces for his wife. Quite the handy craft, and useful, too.

We're at a time now, when we should be seeing just what we can do with what we have. He's doing it. Lovely work.

Non-Traditional is Fine, But...

2008-11-28T12:49:00.004-06:00

With the election hype basically settled, we've turned our attention to Thanksgiving, to family closeness, to stretching our budgets for Christmas.

I wonder if Leave it to Beaver, Happy Days and other television shows of that era haven't caused severe damage to American families. Expectations run high during the holidays, keeping the old traditions, while dealing with new life-pressures.

More women work outside the home, which requires a whole new set of circumstances, i.e. 2 cars, their upkeep, microwavable meals, latch key sitters and preparations, etc. While machines have advanced, leaving less manual labor for Super Moms, their activities as soccor moms, guardians of the Internet, etc. have increased.

A shift of families, separated by states and nations, is now more standard, and requires more time/effort to keep those ties heart-close.

Our family is separated by states, and holidays are spent calling and hopefully sending photos. Webcams and web albums help, plus e-mail. Yesterday, we had our typical holiday, beautiful turkey/dressing, etc. with the movie Hancock later. (I wasn't impressed and I am a fan of superhero movies and Will Smith.)

This Thanksgiving, family around the table expressed their gratitude. While heartfelt, thanks ran to the usual, except for this one: I'm thankful that we're all under one roof. This from a father who has to work away from his wife and sons, and was only home for the holiday.

I'm thankful we're all under one roof. What a simplistic, honest statement, and one to cherish.

I wonder if we are not looking at a future of family closeness, of returning to Leave It to Beaver days, where we seek for more closeness at home, sharing basics with our families. And that may be a good thing.

Handcrafted and Flashy

2008-10-26T10:09:00.000-05:00

A friend's husband created these, and I loved them at first sight.

Naturally, she has a lot of his creations and prefers the green stones. I always wonder why some people are attracted to certain colors.

I'd been wanting some flash earrings, and these certainly are. I would never have the patience to do something like this, and he said they take about 4 days work. And they were a gift! Absolutely beautiful.

Thank you, Rick. I'll wear these when I'm glammed up, or not :)

Breaking Away for the Day

2008-10-15T06:46:00.005-05:00

The photo is of my backyard's sassafras leaves, the first to turn, a signal that fall is here.

Yesterday was a day away from work, out in the great fall sunshine with a friend. The day started with fog, my favorite morning. Love the feel of it on my skin. Here, in the Ozarks, it hovers in the hills, veiling the bright autumn leaves that will appear later.

I took both cameras out this weekend, but heavy traffic prevented pulling off to the side of the road. But the brilliant red sumac along the roadside and the bright orange oak leaves high above, created a beautiful day. I'll be taking another trip soon, loading up the car the night before with essentials, and then taking off at dawn for a full day of taking pictures.

However, yesterday was about a few necessary errands, a lingering catch-up breakfast with a friend, and visiting a fabric shop. I make more gifts every year, and loved the selection of fabrics.

We also went to a favorite health food store and tried to locate an oriental market store that always eludes me. I think it moves at will.

Later, I visited a daughter, caught up with her life, and drove home, feeling very light and good.

A good movie and a cup of green tea finished the day perfectly.

Not very exciting, but as Kate and Jon say, "It's my (our) life." I'm a fan of them and their brood, btw.

We all need these breaks, little reality checks that gives us fresh takes. Or I think so.

I'm Becoming My Parents, a Good Thing

2008-10-02T20:12:00.004-05:00

I must be getting old. Tonight, I'm watching another important political debate.

Remembering back to teen years, young adult whatever, I'd be doing something else. Yes, I confess; I should have paid attention to my parents, who were picking at detail after detail for election choices.

Times have changed and in the audience tonight, I see young faces, a good thing. At this minute, the candidates have finally begun to debate before a nation that is intensely aware of issues.

On a dark note: I was most disappointed with the set-up of Washington University in St. Louis. This debate was no less important than the presidential one, which focused on getting those candidates before the nation. Emphasis should have been on more time for the nation to consider the candidates.

Later: I'm a multi-tasker, but tonight I was so focused on the debate that I almost tossed my new dress shoes into the paperbasket, while the paper trash almost went into my shoes' shoebox!

Paul Newman

2008-09-29T09:38:00.004-05:00

While I rarely watch television until evening, I watched a bit throughout yesterday, and read articles about Paul Newman.

One of the best articles was on his and JoAnn's life in their home town. How wonderful that they gave so much to the community. How wonderful that the community repaid by giving them privacy.

I'm a movie star watcher/tracker, just a bit. I wonder if elaborate expenses/excesses and time of some stars couldn't be re-directed to elevate different social conditions. Star Power can be a terrific moving force and many stars are now already committed to leading efforts in health, charities, etc. If they get a little PR bump, so what? The results benefits their causes.

Powerful tween-teen stars take note: JoAnn and Paul Newman led a productive life, affecting the betterment of many lives. That potential lies within you, too. Education is a top need and you could make a real difference.

"The great popcorn bowl in the sky" is where a friend once said he intended to go. Paul Newman is probably there now.

I Love Fall

2008-09-20T07:41:00.002-05:00

I Love Fall says it all. These are my own photos on a day out with my camera.

Here in the Ozarks, people are talking about the thick fur on the "wooly worms", an indication of a harsh winter. I'm in high fall fix-up/clean-up and loving the activity, the fresh cool air, and almost everything about fall.

Tipping Tips

2008-09-11T22:38:00.001-05:00

For me, tipping is a nightmare experience. Not because I don't want to tip, but because the sheer calculation of it leaves me frustrated. (I'm a non math-person.) But wait! Help arriveth...

Ivana Trump has several articles on it, and she should know :)

However, over at Divine Croline, Allie Firestone has an excellent post on tipping--Tipping 101. From bags to valets to spa services and delivery services, this article has it covered.

Now all I need to do is to print out that article and refer to it sneakily, so people will think I'm an experienced tipper.

Now, if someone would just tip me on how to calculate a single dinner ticket divided among several people, tip included :) I'm one of those just-tell-me-how-much I owe people.

Gustav

2008-09-01T09:08:00.000-05:00

As Gustav promises to make an unfriendly visit with unexpected results, I think of the evacuees.

This morning, I'm drinking my usual cup of tea, and following Gustav's progress, spinning out tornadoes. But the evacuees' morning is very different: they are just trying to find safety while worried about their homes.

Yesterday, I visited Springfield, MO. Big flashing electric signs along the highways directed people to shelters. Missouri is just north of New Orleans basically, so to see these signs was a real warning that Gustav can wreak damage wherever. I hope that the evacuees, who seek safety here and elsewhere, do not experience our Midwest tornadoes which could result from Gustav.

Hopefully, we learned tremendously from Katrina. However, Gustav is said to be yet a different beast.

Both Ends

2008-08-26T10:11:00.001-05:00

Frequently, we're reminded that there are 2 sides to every story. I thought the photo applied.

At the fair recently, I watched the pretty-up of the draft horses. Who knew that braided tails for show was so intense? Did you know that they use baby powder on those big fluffy hairs over their hooves, whatever those are called? Makes they flow as they move.

I took several photos, and watched a guy try to learn how to braid one of these monster's tails. Not for me.

We Obey Machines

2008-08-19T22:15:00.000-05:00

Those science fiction films where machines take over the world may not be that far fetched.

Yesterday, while exiting the grocery store, I came to the doors. I stopped, expecting them to open. They didn't, because they are manual, not automatic. Yet, accustomed to eye-spot-you doors, I stood there, waiting, hesitating just that bit, before reality clicked in that this was a manual door.

I have a whole article on this somewhere, about how machines make us obey them.

Take the bathroom's automatic faucets. Your hands must be at the right place to get your allotment of water. Repeat allotment. Or putting it another way, what the faucet allows you.

Then you go to the automatic paper towel dispenser, waving your hands (in effect, praying to the machine to gift you) in front of the little red dot. If he feels like it, if he isn't sleeping, he just may spit out a paper towel.

Let us not even go into the times we've pleaded with our computers to "come on, come on, do it." And my microwave. If I do not respond to its time completed beep, it beeps periodically to remind me. I'm starting to really dislike its call for me to obey its wishes.

How many times have you had the same experiences? Ever stood in front of a door, waiting for it to open, when actually, you have to push it open? Or you couldn't find the hot spot for the faucet or the towel dispenser?

Pretty interesting, isn't it? How we must function as the machines dictate? :)

Imitation Bridal Bouquets

2008-08-10T10:21:00.001-05:00

This picture is of one of my daughter's dried real white rosebud bouquet. I think it is still lovely, and love the parchment colors. That's her veil in the background. She made her wedding gown, a designer effort with a bustle and train.

Speaking of bridal bouquets, a friend's daughter just got married. My friend, a highly talented person, created the bridal bouquet from artificial flowers.

We hung the bouquet upside down to dry, but I'm certain there is a better method.

Back to the artificial bouquet... It was expensive, some $75 in artificial flowers and babybreath, which looked real. (I don't know about that.)She created it in mauves and creams, in a "dripping, triangular design", quite large. It was absolutely gorgeous and will last for ever.

I really admire her work--because I have absolutely no talent in arrangements or decor.

That bouquet was gorgeous and lifelike. Loved it.

Heat and Budget

2008-08-04T10:49:00.000-05:00

With Missouri's heat index expected to be around 110 today, I'm settling in to work in the afternoons, rather than my usual morning.

After this morning's Monday errands with the heat rising steadily, I was so glad to step into my own dark, cool cave.

Yes, it's dark inside my home. Shadowy. Scary to some. But blissfully cool. Shade trees aren't enough, neither are thermal windows and thermal drapes. I've added blackout liners to the drapes, and that makes for shadows.

I've never been much for sun, and now with the UV rays rated very high, I'm perfectly happy in my home, UV tinted window screens outside, inside ceiling fans doing their reported 40% electric reduction.

Intermitantly, I also turn off the water heater, that advice from a friend. We'll see; I'm testing that theory. I have an all electric home and do everything I can to take down that monthly bill, so I try what I can.

The basement helps, a place to put the slow cooker to simmer all day. The shelves always needs tidying, so even in the hottest of days, I can slink down into the deeper depths and feel like I've accomplished something.

As for my work hours: I'm an early riser, using having a second cup of coffee while setting up the day. I usually write until afternoon, and then do errands, but summer heat changes that. Last night, I went to bed with a full schedule laid out on my desk, and after morning errands, I'm back at work, an article to write, people to call, pages to fill. Mondays are usually setting up the week, anyway.

But after my second cup (in the afternoon), I'm wishing for a cool fall. I love cool, damp weather.

Quick and Dirty Tips

2008-07-18T09:22:00.000-05:00

You think I'm going to give you a real scoop on a major secret, don't you? It's no secret, but one of the best tips I can give out today...

You can find a big spread of Quick and Dirty Tips from these guys:

Grammar Girl: I use my iPod for podcasts, language lessons, etc., rather than the typical music, and do some freshen up my grammar with repeat Grammar Girl podcasts. Her podcasts are wonderful, so is her book and audio, simply titled Grammar Girl. She led me to the rest and the info is great. I've been called "Gizmo Girl" for a while (can't resist gizmos), and it makes me want to jump right in with them :)

Money girl
Traveling Avatar
Legal Lad
Mighty Mommy
Modern Manners Guy
Get-It-Done Guy
Sales Guy
Small Biz Tech Girl
Make-It-Green Girl

Please do visit their site at Quick and Dirty Tips. You'll come away with something practical you can use in life and career.

BTW, Make-It-Green Girl, I am working really hard on taking my own sack when I go shopping. :)

Writer Etiquette

2008-07-06T14:08:00.000-05:00

The Second Cup focus is on daily life, specifically what touches mine.

Recently, I attended a writer's meeting in which a skit presented Writer Etiquette. The humorous presentation delivered major points, and I found myself laughing at perhaps odd places. But since I had attended many conferences and had heard agents and editors speak on the topic (sometimes informally), I was perhaps a little bit more aware of the faux pas a writer can commit during pitches and interviews. I'd recommend a program like this for any of your writer groups.

In the skit, the multiple faux pas began with the writer turning up late for the appointment, the agent already waiting at the lunch table. From there, the writer's mistakes escalated. In the end, the agent was fairly hurrying away from the writer, and you knew the business card the writer had forced upon the agent would soon be in the trash. (Sandy Ponteleit of her own PR/Marketing Consultant business starred as the faux-pas writer, then delivered an info-presentation and Q&A after the skit.)

You can probably guess the writer’s main problems, i.e.:
• tardy and unorganized
• a business card not within easy reach
• use of a nickname, ignoring the formal address the agent/editor might prefer
• uninformed of certain basics of the industry, or terms of writing
• unprepared to deliver the specific, abbreviated storyline
• talking continuously, not allowing the other person to speak

Those were only a few of the presented points, and the skit was invaluable in both information and in humor.

However, not everything can be done in one short skit. Here are my additional comments:

1. Body language is so important in today's communication. To understand the reaction to whatever you are pitching is important. You can get some of this by studying their body positions and expressions during an interview. A writer needs to study body positions for written characterization, but that need escalates in real life interviews. Recognition of personal body space is also important; many people do not like their space infringed upon, by someone leaning too closely.

2. If you are interviewing, let the other person/agent/editor lead the conversation, but be prepared with answers. A small amount of lead-in, small chat is only courtesy. But at some point, it's down to serious business.

3. When nervous, you may be a chatterer, like me. That is why, prior to the meeting, I do whatever may relax me for an interview of any kind, even if it is watching the hotel aquarium.

4. Business cards: you do not need a graphic designer to get a good business card. There are many bargains in print shops and Internet. For example,VistaPrint.com has periodic sales on business cards, 250 for free. Your choice of these signs is huge. VistaPrint has periodic sales for their e-newsletter subscriptions and at their website. Some paper supply chains also have sales in which you can get a supply of business cards for $10. I advise the plainest card possible without the little bookworm graphic, et cetera. With freebies and cheap cards available, I recommend two kinds of business cards: one with your mailing address and e-mail, the other with those things and your telephone and perhaps cell phone numbers. With freebies so available, I also have some fun color cards made for friends and people with whom I might want personal contact. Other information can be on the card, such as your blog or a community association such as Facebook.com, etc. or a likely quotation. If going to a conference have two sets of cards, or write your e-mail and telephone number on the back of the simple address cards.

5. This is where a business card holder comes into play. And easily accessed pocket in a bag, briefcase or portfolio is essential for easy business card retrieval. Choose your accessories carefully.

6. The choice of clothing should suit the circumstance/meeting. Not that many suits appear at writers conferences; however business casual is usual. Business casual can be almost anything, but preferably a comfortable, presentable top and suitable slacks/skirt. Less lined jackets and slacks appear now. Very casual might be a nice blouse or shirt and slacks, or nice jeans. In other words, I do not want to sit across from someone whose shorts are revealing too much.

7. In reference to Point 6, those clothes should be comfortable.

8. Absolutely no overpowering scents. None. Our shampoos, shower gels, etc. usually supply enough. With so many asthmatics and others sensitive and allergic to scents, let's be considerate.

9. Networking: Every point of contact is a networking possibility. While contacts may need some favor from you, at some time you may need something from them. Writers are typically in contact every minute through their communities and personal contacts on the Internet. Extending that networking ability is simple. With today's economy more writers are using the Internet than ever before for meetings, chats, and e-mail. Never lose a contact. That is why when you have an interview with an agent or an editor, it is important to thank them at the time, but perhaps with an e-mail soon after. It is also important to thank them when they decide not to take you if the client, or your material for publication. Follow-ups are essential, even for new friends. Like the skit's presenter advised, I also take every business card and make a notation on the back, ASAP. I may convert the information into a data file. This is how to remember contacts.

10. Comfort Zone: Move outside it. If you all are at a conference, a cluster of friends gives comfort. But the best way to work a conference and develop new networking possibilities is to circulate. Choose opportunities to make new friends/contacts, then rendezvous with your comfort-zone friends, because you need their support and warmth, and they need you.

P.S. I Love You

2008-07-01T21:56:00.000-05:00

With McDonald's new Redbox nearby, I just had to try the dollar-a-night offering. I'd seen most of the movies, but selected three that I thought would be good.

(I really wanted to see Wanted, but time and travel wouldn't allow it.) Of the three P.S. I Love You was totally the best, but then I'm half in love with Gerald Butler. I may have to buy that movie just to repeat his stripper scene and the karaoke one. Whew! I loved him in 300, too. The whole movie was done tastefully; though Hillary Swank wouldn't have been my first choice for the part, she played it beautifully. I keep remembering her with Clint Eastwood in Million Dollar Baby, so this was a real departure and a pleasure. I would have liked to have seen more of Kathy Bates.

The next movie was Cloverfield, and I quickly stopped it. I'm probably missing the good parts, but I just couldn't hold on that long.

A friend and I disagree on the third movie, Astronaut Farmer. My friend's opposing view was that the movie was perfect as it was, but I felt differently. While you cheered for "Farmer" to complete his dream, I thought that the real spotlight belonged to his wife. Virginia Madsen has changed through the years, and I remember her from Candy Man and others. She is an enduring actress, with more career ahead of her. I felt like her character was non-dimensional. His struggle was clear, but the wife of such an unusual man would be an individual in her own right. Even the most supportive woman has her own dreams and intelligence.

I much preferred Billy Bob Thornton in the hilarious Bandits. But then writers tend to take stories apart, and that sometimes spoils it for others, the dissection of plot and character.

P.S. I Love You is worth a good laugh and a good cry, a perfect movie.

The Bucket List

2008-06-22T12:13:00.000-05:00

The Bucket List hits high with me, a film dealing with life issues, one to make you laugh or cry.

The actor pairing is right on target, with favorite Morgan Freeman facing off as more of a balanced character, family life, etc., with Jack Nicholson, depicted as a money monger, 4 wives, etc.

But these two men of age meet in deathly circumstances, and decide to do everything on their Life's To-do List before kicking the bucket. This last suits the title.

I fully enjoyed the heights and the depths of this human experience, shown in the most tasteful light.

Bluegrass Country

2008-06-22T11:59:00.001-05:00

I've just gotten back from Lexington, KY.

If you want to get a full blast of all these rivers, esp. the Mississippi and the Ohio, this is the trip to take. Mother Nature is not happy with us.

On the other hand, there are peaceful views which I'll enjoy forever. And by the way, many of the board fences in Bluegrass Country are black. So are some of the barns. And some are rock.

Lake Michigan

2008-06-22T11:54:00.000-05:00

I have to do better at storing and labeling my photos, just like everyone else, I suppose, but this self-retreat along Lake Michigan was just perfect. Truly enjoyed my room, with a small kitchenette, overlooking Benton Harbor's harbor, lined with marinas and boats of all kinds. Loved walking along the sandy beach. Quite the journey I'm hoping to take again.

On a trip like this, I'd take my old laptop, so as to blog, send pictures to family, etc. I saw a great shot of Barbara Vey, PW's book blogger, as she sat in hot pink pjs, typing on her laptop.

There are more women Road Warriors than ever, and I particularly like traveling in my own car, stopping at anything that interests me. However, crossing the Royal Gorge creaky bridge some years ago was quite scary.

When Friday Night Falls

2008-06-22T09:19:00.000-05:00

Missouri has been hit hard by T-storms and tornadoes. But in Branson, Missouri, night life goes on.

Tourism is the name of all Branson game, and The Landing with its shops and Hilton Hotel border Lake Taneycomo. (Taney for the Missouri county, Co for County, and Mo for Missouri.) Lake Taneycomo flows from Table Rock Dam, part of a water shed project; it looks more like a small river with a current, and it is very cold. Rain widened Lake Taneycomo and dampened spirits for a while, but I found out the other evening, that those spirits have fully revived.

A thunderstorm prevented my usual walk along the lake, so with a cool, clear evening coming, decided to walk.

The old Taneycomo bridge separates activity along the lake. To the south of the bridge are fishing docks and RVers, Canadian geese and mallards, the small of outdoor cooking coming from the various RVs, people sitting and enjoying the evening or reading. There is a marina for boat storage and rental, also places to put boats into the river.

But back to the night life: North of the bridge is developed or the other kind of guest, one who likes to shop, watch the spouting water display, sit along the benches and watch the lake, or listen to the bands stationed outside dining or lounges.

On last Friday night, the band playing outside was really kicking it up, sort of a St. Louis uptown jazz, with a singer. (I'm no music officianto, so take the music tag for what it's worth.) Whatever. That band was good.

I hadn't taken a Friday night walk along The Landing's "boardwalk", bordering Lake Taneycomo. My first experience was a mix of "Wow" and "Omigosh, where have I been?"

The parking lot of a few acres was stuffed, and etiquette said I had to stop my getting-up-my-heartrate walk periodically, this for the people taking pictures. The Duck, an amphibious vehicle providing water-and-land rides, prowled the waterfront's streets, the driver describing local history through a loudspeaker. A small crowd waited while The Duck took aim at Taneycomo and plunged down into the water, the passengers screaming.

Moving on, the sound of the band coming from a patio, got louder, the crowd thicker. (People, if you have small children clad their feet in something other than flip-flops for long walks.)

Along the boardwalk, music played from the streetlight speakers contrasted with the band and singer. At the water display, fountains squirting high to various songs, a crowd had gathered on the ampitheatre-style benches, waiting for more entertainment. Radio stations sometimes provide that, or maybe some of Branson's many entertainers--good entertainers at the shows located everywhere in town.

After a while, I knew Friday night along The Landing wasn't the best time for an energetic walk. The crowds were dense, but happy, and it was a new experience for me.

On The Go Bags

2008-06-22T09:04:00.000-05:00

Here's a selection of some of my favorite travel bags and the stuffings. I love that big green bag, with end pockets of water, and enough room to stick a smaller purse inside, maybe a camera. My daughter liked hers so well that she got one for me from Kentucky Chic. That black keyboard is an AlphaSmart, handy for quick notes to be sent to my computer later and edited. Just love it as it pops on quick, saves by itself. Wish I'd had one of these things when I was working a day job to use on breaks. The leather bag is perfect for travel or presentation materials. And my trusty PDA, not a phone do-it-all, but I love it. And lately, I've been listening to podcasts on my iPod, more when I'm in the car. Great learning stuff available in podcasts. I may try some of that later. Yes, I love bags, and if you travel much, you'll develop your favorite ones, too.