Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Dining Room Turns Into Lesson in Culture and History

Last year, I had the pleasure and opportunity to take a lovely 7 day Scrapmap Scrapbooking cruise with Lisa Bearnson around the Hawaiian Islands with some of my friends. It was the first time I had ever gone on vacation without my husband. Granted, I traveled quite a lot in my former life/career, but nothing like this. No business meetings. No contract negotiations to be concerned with. The only things on my to do list was meet Lisa, absorb as much of her creativity as I could, not get sea sick, and oh, yes, have fun.

This post is not entirely about the cruise itself, rather the beautiful murals in the main dining room aboard the Norwegian Cruise Ship Pride of America.
I found these murals quite mesmerizing. Each one was approximately 12' x 8' in size. There colors so brilliant. The stokes of the brush invisible to the eye at first but upon closer inspection so delicate.

The Hawaiian Islands remained unknown to Europeans until he late 1700s. For nearly a decade, Englishman James Cook had systematically traversed and recorded much of the Southern Hemisphere attempting to find a sea passage between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. On his third voyage, Cook's ships — the HMS Resolution and HMS Discovery — spent almost a year in the South Pacific before sailing northward via a previously uncharted route. On January 18, 1778, the expedition sighted the westernmost three landforms (O'ahu, Kaua'i, and Ni'ihau) of the volcanic chain known today as the Hawaiian Islands.

The people of Hawaii are warm and friendly. I have been lucky to visit the Islands three times and never once have I met a Hawaiian who was genuine at heart. It's in this mural that I see the character of Hawaii.

We can all be grateful to William McKinley who in signed the Newlands Resolution which provided for the official annexation of Hawaiʻi on July 7, 1898 making the islands officially became territory of the United States on February 22, 1900.Now, there have been five King Kamehamehas and I wish I knew who was depicted in this mural, but I couldn't reference this. What I do love about this mural is the warmth that exudes from it. The Hawaiian people are very spiritual people, who love the land but more importantly, respect it immensely.

As I think back upon this cruise, I realized that I didn't dine in this room very often, perhaps once. Had it not been for the class held by ScrapMap, I may have missed it all together which would have been upsetting.

The thought that ran through my mind as I snapped these murals was to create a quilt like layout via stiching, digitally, the photos together. I'll just put it on my to do list!

Southern Chicken Poppy Seed Casserole

This recipe comes to you from my good friend, Becky. It is a staple in her dinner repertoire and I think you will find that you love it as well as I do.

Here's what you need. 4 - 6 boneless chicken breasts, large family size cream of chicken soup, either one large container of sour cream or 1.5 of the medium size containers. These were on sale so it was cheaper to buy them this way. Either a tube of Ritz or Town House crackers. Store brands work just as well. 1 teaspoon of poppy seeds. Half stick of butter. I forgot to photograph the rice. This dish works very well with white rice.

Preheat oven at 375 degrees.

I chopped one clove of fresh garlic.
A little extra virgin olive oil ... twice around the pan. Add the garlic and saute.
I prepared this dish for 4 individuals. 3 chicken breasts worked fine, but Becky's family is larger and she will use as many as 6 chicken breasts. Season with salt, pepper, paprika. Even though I photographed the parsley, I didn't use it!
Saute on low heat. Brown both sides and cover. Cook until done. Reserve the liquid to add later.
Use the large can of chicken soup (you could substitute cream of mushroom, but I don't like mushrooms...eewww). Remember, don't use both medium sizes of sour cream. I used one and a half.
All that yummy liquid from the chicken...add to the mixture. Blend well.
Now my family does not like cubed chicken so being the good homemaker that I am, I shred the chicken. I would prefer to cube it, but there would be an upheaval in my family.
Add the cubed or shredded chicken to the mixture. Blend well.
Take those crackers and smash them until they are medium fine.
Add one teaspoon of poppy seeds to the cracker mixture. Melt a half of stick of butter and mix well. Note: if you are taking a drug test in the next 3 days, omit the poppy seeds. You might get a false positive!

Here's a good time to add 2 - 3 cups of cooked rice to the bottom of your casserole dish. Or, if you prefer, serve the rice separately. Your choice. I have prepared it both ways and it's still great.

Add the cracker mixture. Pop casserole into the preheated oven. Set the timer for 45 minutes and go make your salad.
When the time is up, check to see if the casserole is bubbling around the edges.
I like to serve it with a fresh green salad and cranberry sauce. No one in my family likes cranberry sauce except me, so I often miss out on that side dish.

Remember, you could substitute mashed potatoes if you like, but I have always made it with rice.

This recipe made enough to feed 3 adults with enough for leftovers tomorrow night!

Hope you enjoy!

Note: to make this recipe easier, you can always use a seasoned rotisserie chicken. cut the proportions down to 1 regular size cream of chicken soup and 1 medium size sour cream.

Monday, September 29, 2008

A Baby Wakes

The monitor begins to sound
A whimper
A coo
A soft cry
Shall I go to his call
I wait
A louder cry
I will go
Tiptoe into his room
Still dark
Peaking into his crib
He's rolled on his tummy
Little eyes still closed
I pat his back
He is between slumber
And waking
I roll him over
Little eyes still shut tight
He yawns
Face contorted
He is sweet
Another yawn
I succumb
Pick him up
Nestled on my one leg
Head on my chest
He falls back into slumber land
His face
So sweet
So innocent
My eyes
A hint of a tear
Love beyond all call.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sunday...and I Could Be Better

It's a lazy Sunday, partly because I am a bit under the weather. I think I have a toss between a cold and or allergies. My eyes are watery, noise is intermittently stuffy and I just feel as though I want to sleep and sleep and sleep. Besides feeling as though I couldn't punch my way out of a paper bag, I feel weak.
Try to ward off this impending ailment, I have force feed myself orange juice. Sadly, I have omitted the vodka which makes me no fun at all.
I really wanted to post my Southern Chicken Poppy Seed Casserole tonight, but not sure if this will occur.
Tuning out for now....

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Leisurely Saturday Leads To Series of Incidents

Saturday mornings are often lazy, relaxing times. Hubby and I enjoy fresh coffee. We take time to fix breakfast and leisurely enjoy each others company. However, this morning, we encountered a few hairy moments.

Hubby takes pride in maintaining his own hair, granted, it is very easy as long as he has his clippers. Number one on his beard and all over his head. Simple right? He then switches to a super close cut for his neck and removes the #1 clip.

Moments after the switch, he comes out of the bathroom holding his neck with his blood covered hand. Here's what transpired....

me: "What did you do?"

him: "I cut myself and I'm bleeding like a pig."

me: "Kinda looks like to me you tried to slit your neck!"

him: "Very funny...now help me!"

After administering first aid, Hubby decided to take his coffee outside to enjoy the weather but really, he makes his exit for an occasional smoke. Moments later, here what transpired!

him: "A )^%$# bee just stung me on my finger."

me: "What did you do to provoke him?"

him: "I just sat on top of him...he was in my chair."

me: "Let me see. Oh gosh, it is swelling."

him: "What do I take?"

me: "Let's try 2 Benedryl and an ice pack."

him: "It is swelling. Damn."


him: "Why couldn't the damn bee sting me somewhere else!"

After a good laugh, I got to wonder. Is this something only my husband would say or are all men thinking of only one thing?

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Skywatch Friday #3

After our treacherous drive up to Pike's Peak, I managed to catch my breath enough to venture out to snap this photo.

Looking at the clouds below us was a treat.

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What Our Country Needs Is....

Some days are better than others, granted, we cannot all live at the top of the mountain all of the time. As with ups, there are always downs. Case in point, the economy. The tragedy in Texas. The deficit. Lost jobs to China.

As I ponder this state of the world, I wonder, will we ever see those high times again? Or will it be a modified version of "happy days are here again".

The Cunningham family lived care free lives. Ahhh...the 50's. I was just a babe without a care in the world. If Marion or Joanie had a problem, The Fonz would always come to the rescue. For that matter, Fonzie solved every one's problems.

We don't need a bail out plan. We need a modern day Arthur Fonzerelli to the rescue.

Who do you think is the modern day Fonzie?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

It's Good to Be a Woman

1. We got off the Titanic first.

2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.

3. Taxis stop for us.

4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.

5. No fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo.

6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves. (No comments!)

7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.

8. We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end.

9. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.

10. We have the ability to dress ourselves.

11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.

12. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot.

13. We will never regret piercing our ears.

14. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.

15. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway.

Have anymore reasons why it's good to be us? Just let me know!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

You Go Girl!

If this is what 82 looks like, ladies, then I am ready to tango on my 80 th birthday.
You go Cloris!

We will all be rooting for you babe!

Monday, September 22, 2008

Monday Morning Recap

This weekend was a true gift. Saturday weather was perfection. All the favored teams we root for won, making everyone happy. Sunday's weather was overcast but still resembled the new season approaching.

We celebrated my mother in law's 85th birthday. She has Alzheimer's and there are good days and there are bad days. Sunday, her memory was a little fuzzy but her sense of humor was shining through at its best.

Mom wanted to give her stamp of approval with the day's festivities, presents and cake by gesturing this cute little A-OK! I am amazed that she can be so funny and happy despite her ailment. Mom doesn't require much in the way of material things, rather finding her happiness in family and friends.

She may not remember all of our names on any given day, but she always has a smile to share. She may repeat the same question 15 times within a 5 minute time span, but we don't mind answering the repeated questions because she is a family treasure.

Happy Birthday, Jannie!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

A Beautiful Saturday Morning...And Afternoon...

This is the last weekend of summer, but you wouldn't know that by the cool temperatures, light breezes and long shadows of this morning. This day should be saved and replayed whenever the need presents itself.
This afternoon will be spent finishing up the laundry and watching college football. Go Dawgs!

And for my SIL, Aaron, I will add the Gators....

Friday, September 19, 2008

Because I Love Flowers...

Flowers are such gifts. They appear so simple in beauty, yet they are very complex.
Wanting to write something profound about flowers, I visited Wikipedia and I was a bit blown away. Do you know there is a floral formula that represents the structure of a flower?

Honestly, I don't' write that kind of blog. There are many great blogs out there in which you will discover information regarding the reproductive system of the flower.
You can learn about the pollenation mechanism. There are two, if you didn't know, Entomophilous (bees transfer pollen) and Anemophilous (transfer of pollen via wind).
There's the whole Flower-pollinator relationships, Fertilization, Dispersal and the Evolution of the flower.
I just like to stop...and take the time to enjoy the flowers. Am I simple? I suppose!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Skywatch Friday #2

If it's Friday, it must be Skywatch Friday! Time to wander the internet observing many bloggers from across the world post their grand photos of the sky.

Imagine driving up a winding road, up to the top of Pike's Peak on August day because it is here that I lingered to take this grand skyline and mountain beauty. It was a clear and cool day and as the road turned and twisted, the mountain lake was revealed.

Go! Behold many more sky scenes from around the world on

For Your Funny Bone!

Those of you out with furry little four legged children will appreciate this joke my very best friend sent me today. I laughed so hard I may have pee'd myself a little. Ok, I did pee myself! What woman over 50 hasn't done that either when sneezing or laughing?
Anyway, I wanted to share this with my reading public, so you, too, would get a good laugh today. Because when you think about it, we would all feel better if we laughed a whole lot more. So enjoy!

How to Give a Cat a Pill

1. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.

6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.

7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard, and close door onto neck, to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw Tee shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

12. Call fire department to retrieve the damn cat from across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil wrap.

13. Tie the little bastard's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of filet steak Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

14. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

15. Arrange for SPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.

How To Give A Dog A Pill

1. Wrap it in bacon.

2. Toss it in the air.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Wednesday's Child

I am a Wednesday's child as is my daughter, husband, and grandson, therefore, in accordance with the famous poem, we are full of woe. My son is full of grace and my son in law has far to go.

The version of the poem that I was first familiar with goes like this.

Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

What does this all mean really? I think I am loving and giving. Although not graceful, I want to believe I am full of grace. And hey, my complexion is fair. Who says that I don't work hard? So thanks to the Internet and not wanting to be full of woe, I searched for a better answer. I found another version of the poem and what is claimed to be the original version.
Thanks to Wikipedia...I found this.

While recent generations have grown up with the version in which, "Wednesday's child is full of woe," an early incarnation of this rhyme appeared in a multi-part fictional story in a chapter appearing in Harper's Weekly on September 17, 1887. In that version "Friday's child is full of woe." In addition to Wednesday's and Friday's children's role reversal, the fates of Thursday's and Saturday's children was also exchanged and Sunday's child is "happy and wise" instead of "blithe and good":

Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is loving and giving.
Thursday's child works hard for a living,
Friday's child is full of woe.
Saturday's child has far to go.
But the child that is born on Sabbath-day
Is bonny and happy and wise and gay.

In my opinion, I think we possess all of the above characteristic?

To calculate what day you were born

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Happy Birthday, Baby Sister!

Today marks the birthday of my little sister, Gerianne. We are 5 years apart for those of you wondering. If only I had access to my old photos and my scanner, I would post some embarrassing pictures of her, but since all my worldly belongings reside in an environmentally controlled storage space 1039, alas, I cannot accommodate that thought.

Therefore, I shall try to recap some memorable times in an attempt to bring a smile or maybe even laughter to her day and maybe, embarrass her a tiny little bit!

  • when Geri was about 3 years old, she was afraid of the moon

  • she never ate any of her vegetables, but for some reason, our dog, Homer, always sat next to her at dinner time

  • in my teen years, Mom always made me take her with me when I "went out" to visit my friends (it was a way to keep me out of trouble. me? trouble? nonsense!)

  • when I was just dating my hubby, Geri offered to make him hot dogs wrapped in crescent rolls for lunch...'cept we didn't have crescent rolls in the fridge, so she used bread. You guessed it! the bread as rock hard, but hubby ate it anyway!

  • my little sister was my junior brides maid at my wedding. looking at the pictures even today, she had the biggest smile on her face throughout the whole day

  • my sister is the kindest person in the entire world

  • everytime we are together, she tells the story of when we kids and I ordered pizza but was a little short ... so I dropped the money by accident down the stairs and the pizza guy said "forget it" (OK, I wasn't that short, just about $.75 and I was 12)

  • the first Thanksgiving dinner my sister cooked, she swore there was a mouse under her stove. My hubby and her first hubby, moved the stove whilst the turkey was cooking, only to find NOTHING...no mouse! Later, we deduced that the water had evaporated in the pot cooking the giblets! We never let her forget that!
  • she almost got the opportunity to assist in the delivery Katherine Zeta Jone's baby...she has a decorating knack just like her big sister
  • she's the kindest person in the entire world
  • when she was born, I pretended that she was my very own baby doll

My sister means the world to me. But just so you know, next year when you have that monumental celebration, I will purchase every prank gift I can find...because you know...

I am your sister and you can't do anything about it!

Why Is It?

Why is it that I love Diet Pepsi but dislike diet clear drinks?


Why is it I put cream in my coffee but sugar in my tea? (What are all these crazy questions ya askin me? Sorry, it just came to my head)


What is it about Joe Biden's smile that makes me smile? Don'tcha love his renegade long hair?


Who would have thunk it that Tina Fey would be a dead ringer for Sarah Palin?


Why is it that I'm 50 something years old and still love watching SNL?

Why is God punishing me for saying that Jessica Simpson can't sing and then guess what, her new song is stuck in my head 24/7?
Why do I love to build walls around me to keep out those who love me the most?


Why did Adam have to take a bite out of that damn apple and ruin it for all of us?

Why is it that I was born beautiful and not rich? (I crack myself up)


Why is it that I only had two children?
Why is it that Republicans can bad mouth Democrats but blast Democrats for saying boo about Republicans? (I don't get all that negative stuff. It's not healthy!)

Why is it that some people speak their minds without regard to others?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Simple Sunday

This Sunday is filled with warm sunshine, humid breezes and the long shadows that reminds me of the next season that will be upon us very quickly. Ahhh....Fall! I cannot wait. As I take a peak into the 10 day forecast, I am excited to say that although tomorrow brings us cooler weather, this upcoming week will be delicious!

There is nothing better than sleeping with the windows open and having the cool night air drift across your sleeping self. The freshness of the night transpires one to burrow down under the blanket or comforter to find that coziness of warmth and security.

Ahh...Fall. I'm a'waitin!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Skywatch Friday

Welcome to Skywatch Friday.
This photo is at the top of Haleakala in Maui. What is amazing about this photo is the peaks you see down in the crater are larger than the Empire State building.
When we began our ascent to the top of the mountain, it was a lovely 80 degrees. Once we reached the top, over 10,000 feet above sea level, the winds were sharp and cut deeply into us. The temperature dropped to 38 degrees.

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Jack and Libby

Since I've been in kind of a funk today, I can't really think of anything profound to blog about. Wait, who am I kidding. This blog ain't profound! I write it for me in my lame, simple minded way.

On the brighter side, here is my little Jack holding his lamb, Libby, who was given to him by his Great Aunt Geri, Great Uncle Steve and family.

When Grandma Paparazzi holds up the camera and press down slightly on the button, the flash does its thing as to not have red eye. This action suddenly erases the smiling face that Jack usually wears and is replaced by this serious pose. Most of my photos of Jack are taken on my babysitting day so it just Grama and Jack. And I love every minute of it!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I Remember September 11

I was in a meeting. Conducting the necessary day to day business. It seemed like the right thing to do. After all, it was the normal routine. Little did I know there would never be that normal again.
The meeting ended at 9:18 am. My usual routine was to go into the engineering department and get customer updates from my team. The room was always a buzz of excitement, they were that type of people. I knew instantly that the vibe was different. On Marcus's computer screen was the frozen shot on the CNN website of the explosion into the first tower. The white board, which usually tracked important business information, now had the following information.
Planes Hijacked
American flight 11 World Trade
United flight 195 World Trade
American flight 77 unaccounted for
Delta flight missing
"We're under attack. The World Trade buildings were hit by 2 planes. Look at CNN."
I didn't believe what I was seeing. Marcus explained that he couldn't get any other information because the Internet is frozen.
Back into my office, my phone was ringing. It was my husband. "Do you know what happened?" "Yes" I said, "how bad is it?" "It's bad, very bad."
My team burst into my office and said they were going to the nearest TV. I couldn't stop them. I wanted to go myself. But I stayed at work.
I was stunned. Shocked. The phones did not ring. The office was empty. The employees found that person who had the "unapproved" radio in an effort to get some information.
I went to find someone conducting business. As I passed the VP's office, he motioned for me to come in. He was a New Yorker that transferred to Atlanta. He was pale and very serious. There were no words to exchange. I think I uttered "I can't believe what is going on". "I know" he said.
Just then, his phone rang. It was his wife. The first tower just fell.
How can this happen? How can the World Trade building fall? What exactly did that mean? It can't be correct.
I don't remember at what time I left that day myself. It was after the second Tower fell,after the plane hit the Pentagon and after the plane crashed in Pennsylvania.
As millions of Americans made their way home to safety, I was thinking that there would be 10,000 (the number being first recorded) Americans unable to make that trip home to safety.
The TV was filled with images that I couldn't accept. This looked like a Hollywood movie but I knew differently. All the television anchors were reporting the same horrific details.
That evening, we went to church. Much to my surprise, the pews were filled with people looking for the why of it all. We all wanted to feel some comfort that only your faith could bring us. That comfort never really enveloped me the way I wanted it to. The day was too overwhelming.
I will never forget. We will never forget.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Too Much TV for Me!

Ya gotta love Whoppi Goldburg! She is one of my favorite actors and comedians and so much better than her predecessor on The View. I think she is versatile, outspoken yet kind, experienced and someone I would want to be stuck in an elevator with. (ending sentences with a preposition is a Mid-Western thing so get over it!)

On Tuesday's show, she was talking about GPS systems and men and asked why men never ask for directions. Her point was a good one, GPS systems should be mandatory in all men's cars. Whoppi volunteered to be the voice for the GPS systems. Now in your best Whoppi voice, imagine that she is talking to a male driver...here goes!

  • I already told you to turn right, where are you going?

  • Stop, fool, and turn around!

  • Hey, stupid, why didn't you turn when I told you to turn?

It's not often when I really LOL, but she can get me most of the time to break out in a chuckle.
Who would you like to be stuck in an elevator with? Someone that would be just fun to pass time with. I know, ending with a preposition again. Don't hate me. It's a habit I cannot break!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The Girl Can't Sing

Here's a question to be pondered in that vacant moment between feeding the cat and making breakfast.

Does anyone in the United States think Jessica Simpson has talent?

I have tried to listen to her songs, videos, TV appearances, really I have.

I believe I gave her more chances to convince me that she can sing.

Sadly, the girl can't sing.

Her appearance on GMA on Tuesday was purely amateur. First, she asked for a do over with her band. I think I remember that very thing on American Idol! Secondly, her earring fell off. Did the show go on? No, she went to fetch it. Oh, she did continue singing, but it was very distracting.

Frankly, I think her little sister can sing circles around Jessica.

Tell me why we think she has talent or do you agree with me.

Will The Cat Apologizes

It's been a few weeks since my incident with my sleeping cat, Will. My scars have healed without leaving any permanent signs. I was even brave enough to tweeze my left eye brow now that the claw mark healed. My family commented on how it could have been much worse, Will could have scratched my cornea. Something I never thought about which was probably a good thing.

After the abrupt awakening incident, I have seen a slight difference in Will. What? You say! Well, if he is asleep on the bed and hears me come in, he immediately opens one eye as if to say "I'm not going to make that mistake again!"
Lately, he is overly affectionate. I am the recipient of many head butts, paw kisses on my face and unending nudges and cuddles. It's almost as if he has tried to apologize a million times since the scratching incident. All in all, I think Will was a bit upset with the negative press and wanted to set the record straight!
Do you think your animals have a human side? Do they express sorrow for doing something wrong?

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Crazy Blog Dream

It's a beautiful Sunday morning here and much to my surprise, I woke shortly after 8:00 am. What probably caused my early rising was the crazy dream I had last night about my blog. Let me explain.

We all want validation that somebody out there is reading our blog, for me, I can't wait to read a comment from the few that actually read this crazy blog. You see, I have my blog set up to email me when someone posts a comment because sometimes, I over look a comment. In my dream, I open up my email to see that I had over 20 comments to a post. Being the nut job that I am, I don't reveal the comment there. Quickly, I go over to my blog and read the comments under the posts.

Still dreaming, mind you, I open the comments section and I am embarrassed, appalled, sickened, and scared that someone, no several someones had left remarks of a sexual nature and of a stalking nature. Clearly, it was out of a horror movie. Dreaming! I immediately began deleting the comments, but the comments would not go away. I was left with having to delete my entire blog and go to Word Press.

Crazy? Yes, I am. Dreams? Where are the nice ones with puppy dogs and fluffy kittens or being a superwoman hero?

Tell me what crazy dream have you had that you want to share. If you dare.......(now pretend you hear the evil laughter)

Friday, September 5, 2008

Aveda, The Shaggy Dog and Drive In

I scheduled an appointment to get my hair cut. I couldn't go to my interview looking like the shaggy dog. Remember that movie? I loved that movie with Fred MacMurray, Tommy Kirk, Jean Hagen, Kevin Corcoran, Tim Considine, Roberta Shore, and Annette Funicello.

Wilby, the English sheep dog, made me wish to own one of these dogs in my life time and name him Ka-boom. It was one of my favorite drive in movies. Remember drive ins? Where are all of the drive ins today?

Wow! It doesn't take much for me to digress. Back to my hair cut! As you probably know, I am obsessed with hair cuts, hair products, and all of the hype associated around my hair. Yep, you are probably saying to yourself, her hair looks like crap most of the time! I agree. In my head, my hair looks a certain way and I'm standing by that idealist vision!

Imagine how impressed I was when I called the Aveda salon at the Avenue in Forsyth to make my appointment and I was already in the computer! The best hair cut I ever, ever received was at an Aveda salon in Orange County, California. The cut was precise, perfect and plucky. Ok, I was going for an alliteration there and perhaps I could have replaced plucky with something else.
The hair cut is acceptable, but the truth will be when I wash it myself and attempt to style it. Imagine how happy I was when I found the Bumble Bumble product used when visiting my sister.
Why do I write about hair so much? I just don't get it.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Memories Provided by My Grandparents -Part 1

Soon after I received the news last October that I will soon be a grandmother, I was immediately asked, "Mom, what do you want the baby to call you?". I never really gave it much thought but then it began to sink in and I was soon transformed to my childhood experiences with my grandparents.

My dad's parents were not with us long after I was born. Despite their short years on this earth, they made a strong impression on my life. Sadly, I only have one memory from my paternal grandfather. I must have been 4 years old when Grandpa Walter came to visit me. Ah, yeah, he came to see me. I remember him calling me over to sit on his lap in the kitchen. I crawled up on his giant lap and remember getting the best hug that only a grandpa could provide. The one where I was totally enveloped in love and security. His hug seemed to last forever. I remember the way he tickled my chin with his large index finger that made me laugh and scream. Mom served him coffee and he told me to jump down from his lap because he had something for me. He reached into his pocket and to recover a pocket full of change. He picked the biggest coin from his pocket and gave it to me. How I wish I still had that coin in my pocket to remember him by.

My paternal grandmother, Anna, was confined to a wheel chair. During the last years of her life, my mother took care of her. This couldn't have been an easy task because my dad's family were all large people (no wonder why I am the size I am but in comparison, I would be considered tiny as they all weighed in at over 300 pounds) Grandma Anna suffered a series of strokes which impaired her ability to speak, but her mind was still intact.
One day, being the precocious child that I was, my mother was calling my name. "Deborah Teresa what did you do this time? Where are you?" Immediately, I knew I was in deep trouble again. I came running down the hallway into the living room where Grandma Anna was sitting in her wheel chair. I remember this as though it was yesterday. She turned the palm of her hand to the ceiling, curled up all her fingers except her index finger and motioned to me using that finger as if it was calling me. Using her hands she motioned that I get behind her wheel chair. I did as she instructed me. Slowly, she moved the wheel chair until it was against the wall and I was standing between the handles. My mother entered the room ready to spank the living daylights out of me for probably the tenth thing I got into that day when she saw what my Grandmother Anna did to protect me, her anger instantly changed to serenity and a tear came to her eyes. My grandmother took that finger and shook it at my Mom as if to say, "Don't you dare!".
These are two memories that I will have with me for the rest of my life. Even though these two wonderful people were only in my life for a short time, I still think of them often.
Sadly, Grandpa Walter and Grandma Anna weren't around anymore and I missed them terribly.
It's the little things in life that affects a child. Not the fact that you spoiled them with the biggest bike or the grandest doll house. It is the simple things we do for a child that welds into their beings.
God Bless you Grandpa Walter and Grandma Anna! And thanks a million for the wonderous memory I have of you.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Our Rights As Women

Many of us, women, have had the pleasure of becoming a mother. Having experienced that for myself, not once, but twice, I admit, it was still a long time ago but you never forget the experience. Being a mom entitles each one of us to become a member of "the club". You know, the one where we get to share our story of nine months of pregnancy, labor, our cravings, our fears and hopes for our new baby, our childbirth experience. All of it! That is our God given right as a mother! Am I right?

And my right as a new Grandma, allows me to post adorable photos of my happy little grandson, Jack. He is 3 months old and already turning over from back to front and front to back. I know, he is a genius! He has discovered his hands and puts his entire fist into his mouth. If you remember, that creates lots of drool! When not sopping up the drool, I am trying very hard to teach him "the raspberries". I managed to capture him with his cute little tongue out of his mouth, but alas, no bubbles. He closed his eyes in an effort to get the whole sequence right. See the concentration on his face. Awww...he melts my heart!

Monday, September 1, 2008

September is When It All Begins

Labor Day is almost over and it means back to work for all us bums. As of right now, I am not working, but guess what? I have an interview on Thursday! Yes and boy am I excited about it. I'm not going to say too much because I don't want to jinx it. However, I will spill just a little hint. If I get hired, I could end up owing my future employer more money at the end of each week than I earn if I am not careful. Discounts for friends? Hmm...I'll have to find out.

September means lots of things to me. My little sister has a birthay this month. She will be 49 this year. My MIL will celebrate her 85th birthday. My surrogate grandchild will be 6 and I can hardly believe that.

The most exciting thing that September brings is the advent of fall. Without a doubt, fall is my most favorite season. The colors of fall are so my decorating scheme. (told you I was a closet decorator) Seems to me back in the 70's when I married my sweet husband, earth tones were so in. You can't go wrong with God's color palette.

Although these lovely, beautiful shots are not mine, I will strive to take some exciting, colorful, peaceful shots of my favorite season.

Many of you who do not live in the South probably won't believe what I am about to share with you. Yes, here in Atlanta, the trees don't reach their peak color until the last week of October or the first week of November.

Now I know, those of you that live in the Northern parts of this great country will begin snapping lovely fall photos this month. And when you do, I would hope that you will share your favorite photos with me. Please leave a link on the comments section. I will be happy to post your favorite photos on my blog and I will droll with anticipation as the season changes here in Atlanta.