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Mystery Shop Career Path

2009-08-24T07:08:00.000-07:00

Last fall I decided I wanted to make a little extra money and signed up with several companies to do mystery shopping. I wasn't sure that it would be something I liked as I wondered why I would go out to find hassles in my life when they come to you unsolicited (I mean things like bad service, poor attitude, etc.)
The first adventure was a dinner that needed to be done at a certain time to make sure the crew wasn't closing up too early. The food was bad; staff was dis-interested. The time required to do the report, have it critiqued, revise it and wait for payment would have been ok if the food had been decent. So, is a $23.21 free dinner worth it? No.
Then we did a few snack type ones, which were fun, but took more time to get there than it was worth it for a free coffee.
My final experience was one where I think I was misled. It was for valet parking and reimbursement was for the parking fee, a tip, a shop fee and, from the instructions, a snack while waiting to pick up the car from the valet. I re-read the instructions many times to make sure I got it right. But, in the end, the snack wasn't covered and the adventure COST me $12.00 more than I netted from the shop fee. Lesson learned. Done. Not the career for me.
As my husband just said when I told him this story: "Next time, make a career choice where you don't end up in the negatives." Point well taken.

May 27, 2009: Why is today significant?

2009-05-27T08:54:00.000-07:00

Today is the last day of our Wall Street Journal subscription. We love it when we have time to read it, but more often, it piles up unread.
The WSJ always has the most interesting stories, those ones from the famous middle column on the front page. The one about how a woman arranged to have a favorite baseball player meet her husband at a gas station on the Turnpike comes to mind. There are countless other, saved in boxes around the house, exemplifying the WSJ ability to get just the most interesting story and share it with the world. I will miss those, though they are still available online....just not sitting on my coffee table. For one thing, I know I personally will never read it. Maybe a Kindle or e-reader version; not sure on that one yet.
My first subscription to the WSJ was free in 1974 when I was getting my MBA at Kellogg Business School. I progressed to a student rate and, since then, for 33 consecutive years, have gotten the WSJ. In some places, it arrived in the mail; others it was delivered. I have learned so much from this newspaper, and will sincerely miss its daily arrival.
Why are we not renewing our subscription? Well, mostly it is finding the time to read the entire paper, but, truthfully, it is the cost is high if we don't get to read it everyday. I personally love the Saturday WSJ and the "Weekend Journal" section (there are many of those piled around the house) but, I cannot only subscribe to get the Saturday paper.
So, for now, my last standout story today is about dandelion greens. And I totally identify with Sue Shellenbarger's engaging report about retaking the SAT 41 years later (that's when I took it, too! I can relate as we have a high school junior currently dealing with the SAT challenges.)
WSJ -- we have come a long way together. Thank you for all the thinking that you have stimulated.

Pete Seeger Turns 90

2009-05-05T17:05:00.001-07:00

I didn't know that I knew so many Pete Seeger songs. I sang them at camp and the recent sing-a-long in Madison Square Garden in honor of his birthday sounds like it was an amazing evening. I guess that I know many of the protest folk songs without even knowing it --"Where Have All The Flowers Gone" is a favorite.
If he has a 95 year birthday sing-a-long, I will want to go and sing really loud and really off-key.

Dom Deluise Recipe

2009-05-05T17:03:00.000-07:00

In honor of Dom Deluise's passing today, I must acknowledge a favorite recipe from his cooking video.
My husband and I have prepared this recipe many times and it is great hot, and even better cold!

Dom Deluise Mama's Lemon Chicken:

6	pounds	chicken, whole	two whole birds, cut up
1	cup	lemon juice	fresh
1	x	parsley leaves	chopped
1	large	onion	coarsely chopped
2	cups	bread crumbs	seasoned
2	tablespoons	parmesan, parmigiano-reggiano cheese, grated	grated
1/2	cup	olive oil

Directions

Place bread crumbs in large plastic bag, add 2 Tbls chopped parsley.

Dip chicken pieces in lemon juice.

Put chicken pieces (3 at a time) into bag with bread crumbs.

Close bag and turn to coat chicken pieces.

When coated remove from bag and place in glass baking dish which has been coated with a thin coating of the olive oil.

Sprinkle chopped parsley and chopped onion on top of the coated chicken.

Drizzle olive oil over the chicken pieces.

Bake uncovered in 350 degree oven for about one hour.

Remove from oven and drizzle more lemon juice on top of chicken before serving.

"If You're Out There"

2009-01-16T07:13:00.000-08:00

John Legend sings about passion, with passion and style. The concert last night at the Dodge Theatre in Phoenix was memorable, especially the view from the fifth row, allowing a close-up view of the performer. I was probably the only person in the crowd that did not know all the lyrics, but I could feel the intensity of his words and now understand why the crowd is drawn to the music, as the words and music truly display the love that they are about.
I love watching all the instruments and backup musicians, with a tower of electric pianos mixed with Apple computers but, truthfully, I loved the parts where John Legend sat at the piano, sometimes backed up by a variety of instruments but often just singing alone.
"If You're Out There" was his closing song of the encore (not really an encore but a short, two song second act) backed up by a slide show of leaders in history, ending, of course, with Obama. The choices were interesting -- Nelson Mandela, Lincoln, John Lennon, to name a few. He also talked melodically, between songs, while playing light melodies. One section was about his foundation that supports a village in Tanzania, while showing a slide show of his visits to the village. The audience could text a message to help eliminate global poverty, which goes on your cellphone bill. He told people to make sure and pay their bill, giving a glimpse of his background that goes well beyond the world of music.
It was memorable, there was love in the air and on the stage. If we see him again, I know that now I too will know all the words.
Now only if we could figure out how to eliminate the poverty closer to home, with the homeless people and their pets sleeping on benches in the blocks surrounding the Dodge Theatre. The man shown in the final picture in the slide show has a huge task ahead.

I Would Have Like To Be Included

2009-01-07T15:15:00.000-08:00

I was fascinated reading about the lunch held today at the White House, Jan. 7, 2009, for all the living Presidents. I don't know why really, but I would have like to be included in that lunch. The discussion that went on at the event is being kept secretive, but the five participants did order off the White House Mess menu.
Obama appeared very at-ease in the two minute photo session; Clinton was beaming. All deferred to the outgoing and incoming Presidents. It was the first gathering of its type in 27 years, held at Obama's suggestion.
Say what you will, experience as a Community Organizer works in any group of people, even all the living US Presidents.

Thank-you Notes

2008-12-23T16:10:00.000-08:00

I have always been expected to write thank-you notes for gifts from family, and carried that on to engagement and wedding gifts. Thankfully, my husband helped me with the myriad of notes from our wedding gifts as we did a system of 3 per day.
I have passed that obligation of a written thank-you on to my daughter. Incentives have been varied: only open the gift if you write the note that day; not able to use/play with the gift until the note is written, and, of course, there has been bribery. It seemed to be a good way for her to learn to write notes, in complete sentences with coherent thoughts. My sister and cousin have been sticklers with their sons to do notes.
Sadly, others have not continued the courtesy of a note. Often I don't even know if the gift was even received. I have sworn many times that I wouldn't send a gift if I had not heard from that person on a previous gift. But then, on Dr. Laura one day, I heard her ask a caller, "Do you send the gift just to get a note or because it is the right thing to do?" I thought I may be petty.
But, I am now, several years later, invoking a new rule: if I don't get a note (or call even, or an email) from the recipient, there will be no more gifts. Simple as that; if you are so rude as to not express gratitude, I am not sending another one. I am not a schmuck.

The following article is such a perfect description of why a note is done, and how to do it right.
http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/how_to/how_to_write_a_thankyou_note.php

Why Do Women Feel Colder Than Men?

2008-12-18T07:54:00.000-08:00

Thank you, Dr. Weil. Your "Weekly Bulletin" in my email on 12/18/08 resolved an issue that has continued through our 25-year marriage. It explains why I am always complaining about the cold in our bedroom -- home, and on the road.

Why Do Women Feel Cold More Than Men Do?

The proper setting for the thermostat can spark fierce disputes among couples, and while there are exceptions, typically, women complain of cold temperatures more often than men do.

Ironically, this is probably because women are better at surviving extreme cold than are men. Mark Newton, a clothing-industry consultant and researcher at the University of Portsmouth, explains that women have a more evenly distributed fat layer and can more effectively pull all their blood back to their core organs in cold temperatures. While this fosters survival in sub-freezing conditions, it also means less blood flows to their hands and feet, and as a result they feel cold at higher temperatures than men typically do.

There is no simple answer to this disparity; it simply suggests that in cold weather, men and women should be more willing to compromise in the thermostat battle, as their differences are determined genetically - a fact no amount of arguing will alter.

Campaign Junkie

2008-11-05T15:40:00.001-08:00

The Wall Street Journal nailed me today, Wed., Nov. 5. Yes, I am a campaign junkie and I am experiencing campaign withdrawal. I checked the internet most days hourly for updates, info and tidbits to discuss with my husband. It is over, there is less interesting stuff to talk about and now, regretfully, I must focus on the mundane activities of cleaning up my house, clearing out the garage. No more procrastination until the election....
It is over, it was exciting, interesting, shocking in some ways. Change is on the way, and I want to hope it is a great as promised.

Random Cool Things

2008-07-21T09:27:00.000-07:00

Tiger tacos: a cool device to hold box flaps in place while packing a box. They were sent to me by the company (search tiger tacos) or they are available at U-Haul in their moving supply store. They rock!!
"Bubble Puppy": a South Texas psychedelic rock band that is featured on South Texas Rock Walk of Fame in Corpus Christi. There is an amazing Texas Surf Museum and Surf Records -- surfers in Texas was something we never thought of but they have a fantastic exhibit and a store of music. It is not far from the Selena Memorial.

How to dispose of expired medications

2008-06-22T08:00:00.000-07:00

I have never known the proper way to dispose of medications, though I did know that putting them down the drain or toilet was not good. They end up in the sewer system, make their way into the waters of the world and are starting to mutate fish and sea animals; seriously, they are showing up with some estrogen! Fish with two heads, etc., ala "The Simpsons".
One tip I found was to take it to your pharmacy to dispose of it. I took a big bag to our regular pharmacy; they were puzzled, said they had no ability to dispose of it (what do they do with their trash???) and that one of the pharmacists has a second job in a hospital so he would take it there....way too complicated.
The City of Scottsdale has just provided my answer in their monthly newletter included in my utility bill. I always find something interesting -- this time I see that I can now recycle pizza boxes! But, the big news is --- "add a bit of warm water to the bottle to help dissolve the pills, remove the label, then place it in your regular household garbage." That is brilliant and so easy!
As a side note, I recently read that those little scrubbing bubbles in facial cleaners are plastic, so they settle at the bottom of the ocean as they do not ever disintegrate. There, they "scrub" the sealife and are causing lots of problems in their underwater environment.

Freecycling

2008-04-08T13:25:00.000-07:00

I am an avid recycler and use that as an excuse to not throw things away. My cousin told me about www.freecycle.org and I love it. The goal is to freecyle your stuff that would otherwise be thrown into a landfill or cannot be given away or donated easily. People have had the strangest stuff offered; more strange than that is that people take the strange stuff.
I posted some items this week, and it was an interesting experience. There were all kinds of people responding, almost an overwhelming number. I read the posts and didn't know how to select; first in, best reason for wanting it, etc. There were some sob stories to be sure.
Our daughter's playstructure left today, to a new home with a little 2 year-old boy and a dad who loves him enough to look at it, dismantle it without a manual and take it to reassemble. He helped me figure out how to work something I got freecycled to me as well. Our barbecue caused confusion as I did not post it correctly. We purchased the wrong size batteries and those were mailed to someone that could use them.
There are groups in different areas, by neighborhood, so that you don't have to drive far, wasting gas, to get the stuff. One of my replies was from a neighbor, which was a pleasant surprise.
Now I am gathering lots of stuff to do -- my first project is empty containers that I cannot bear to throw away and cannot reuse -- pump soap and cream dispensers, metal tea tins, some old vases and a bunch of really old, but pretty silk flowers.
A new hobby -- freecycling! And a new vocabulary too.

Free Stuff

2008-04-08T13:17:00.000-07:00

Today Starbuck's launched a new blend of coffee, "Pike Place Roast". Of course, I was there as it was free. In fact, I went to two Starbuck's in the 30 minute window of free coffee (because of my errands, not just for the free coffee....)
The roast is great -- strong enough to make me stop and get a cup as it will be available every day. Sentimental reasons also got me there, as I was in college when the first Starbuck's opened in Pike Place Market.
The first place (Pinnacle and Pima) offered it to everyone in line, though many still bought other drinks. They had it in "tall cups" and gave some facts about the new coffee to the business folks in line. The next one had a wider mix of customers, with many more opting to take it instead of buy their beverage. The staffwas more chatty about the blend, the coffee, etc. and had it pre-poured in short cups as advertised.
I would much rather stop to buy a cup of coffee at Starbuck's than other places, because they have relationships with farmers for sustainable crops. And, I can get one of the amazing donuts from TopPot. Today I ate an apple fritter that had chunks of apple in it.
Yes, their promotion worked. I will go back; in fact, I am going back tomorrow to meet a friend.

aka Cinnamon Shores

2008-03-02T21:28:00.001-08:00

As part of my belly dance class, it was suggested by the instructor Zohar (Laura) that we select a name for our dance persona. It is usually a mythology name, or taken from history or literature, reflecting the ancient nature of the dance and music as well as feminine sensuality. I thought of Esther (Queen Esther in the Old Testament) as she likely did belly dance to perform for the King when competing for his attention in the harem. But my mother's name is Esther and that makes it just not conjure up the right image.....
Tonight, my husband came up with the perfect name -- Cinnamon Shore. Cinnamon is great as it is an ancient spice, both hot, sweet and fragrant. Cinnamon Shores is a new beach development he found, but it could as easily be Cinnamon K or Kitty. I suggested Cinnamon Spice but was vetoed.
I like it, as, to me, cinnamon evokes an image of red, which, of course, is my very favorite color! We also use a great deal of cinnamon in this diabetic household, and I generally use way too much of it, so the nickname is appropriate. And cinnamon can also be hot -- hot flashes, hot weather to come.

Pickle Juice

2008-02-19T08:21:00.000-08:00

Ok, I admit, I pour pickle juice in lots of stuff -- salad dressing, marinade, water when making stew or a corned beef. I hate to waste it as it is already flavored and has vinegar, a glycemic-lowering item that is valuable in a diabetic's life. I read (and, of course, have already ordered) about picklesickles, a popsicle item made of pickle juice. It has been tested with kids, diabetics and adventurous foodies. The USA Today story intrigued me to go to the website www.picklesickle.com -- even skeptics like them after taking one small taste.
Not available in stores just yet, it is the first frozen vegetable popsicle. We like to be on the forefront of new food items and are anxiously awaiting their arrival.

People Getting By (Or Not...)

2008-01-30T11:17:00.000-08:00

My day at jury duty was a trip into the real world, and left me with mixed feelings, of hope and sadness. I waited with several hundred other potential jurors until the lunch break. I wandered over to the Hyatt Hotel, the media center for Superbowl 42. ESPN Radio was broadcasting live in the street and I saw lots of people here for the game festivities, most notably Terrell Owens.
After lunch, I got called as part of a group of 50 to begin jury selection. The defendant was a homeless man charged with variety of crimes, some very odd. The Judge was experienced, kind and very direct. The Public Defender was new on the job, admitting nervousness already evident by his rambling; luckily for the defendant, his boss was involved.
The first two people were dismissed as they did not understand English clearly. The second group was people who had been impacted by sexual crimes, either themselves or a family member. The third group was people who would experience hardship from a five day trial. This was my view of the real world -- caregivers for elderly parents or grandchildren, self-employed people that would lose income, teachers, people working multiple jobs...the list goes on. I was struck by the fact that most people have hard lives, but manage to get through and be happy. The judge kindly dismissed all of them, leaving 34 of us to be interviewed for 10 juror slots.
Introductions were next -- you tell your employment, your family situation, spouse/significant other employment, prior jury experience. It was a cross-section of the world in that room -- probation officer, medical billers, security guards, bank executive, semi-conductor manager, several postal employees, retired correction officer married to a hospice chaplain, high school teacher married to a firefighter, a business manager married to a hairdresser with one of his children in Iraq. ..again lots of diverse people with one thing in common. They were there, like it or not, to do their civic duty as a juror.
Questions that followed were to determine people's views on homelessness, perception of privacy in a public bathroom, opinion of a defendant if they choose not to take the stand (their right in any trial). People were honest, but no one tried to get out of their possible selection. The attorneys were trying to find out which people had more open opinions based on what they are exposed to in their daily lives. I suspect I came across as sheltered, or privileged. Honestly, I would have been a great and fair juror on this particular case.
In the end, the ten people selected were reasonable choices. I walked to the parking garage with a group of others that were excused from my trial. We passed the jail building and some abandoned warehouses. Homeless people were setting up their camps for the night; there were several asking for money.
It struck me, when we were asked for "85 cents to buy a supervalue meal today" by a man on the street....he was worrying about surviving when, a few blocks away, the Superbowl festivites were spending millions of dollars. That is about as far away from his world as it could be.
I am hopeful for all my fellow potential jurors, their lives and for taking a day to honor their jury commitment. I am very sad for the many people on the street.
I did not get selected for the case, but I learned a great deal about life yesterday. The homeless person loses their stuff, stability and dignity. They are forced on the street for whatever reason, subsequently ending up in the legal system due to their misfortune. That is really sad.

Presidential Politics

2008-01-30T09:30:00.000-08:00

I am a presidential election junkie, in that I love the politics and excitement every four years. Traditionally I have selected a candidate early in the race, jumped on the campaign bandwagon and volunteered, only to have them withdraw for various reasons on the road to the convention. We have often joked that we should tell the candidate I am supporting them....as I may not be good luck. Past experiences include Edmund Muskie (we all know about the dirty tricks of that election), Bill Bradley and Howard Dean. I was one of the first volunteers in Howard Dean's office in Phoenix, before they had phones or computers.
2008 is a very crucial year for the Democrats. I supported two people early on, even contributing to their campaigns. First Biden withdrew; today Edwards will be out. I am sad as they are both good people that could bring experience and perspective to the job.
What now? Who do I volunteer for? Who do I vote for? Clinton has the experience, both herself and that of her outspoken husband, but also comes with baggage and inside-the-Beltway reputation.
Obama represents the voice for change, but is a relative newcomer in Washington, D.C. Being a newcomer can be both good or bad depending on how you look at it. It is curious that he got all the endorsements from Kerry and the Kennedys -- change is in the air, certainly. After two terms of George W and his circle of friends, it seems that is restating the obvious. Did they feel that, if he is not the candidate selected, he would be more likely to work with them in the Senate in the coming years? Why did they not endorse Edwards, a more moderate choice with more experience?
I know only one thing; if McCain is the Republican choice, the cash to be spent by whatever Democratic candidate would be better spent on solving homelessness or fixing Katrina damage. If he wins the nomination, he will be hard to beat with his political and military experience.

My Search For New Inspiration

2007-12-13T21:41:00.000-08:00

I am craving something new and different to do with my time. Granted, my priority is still my husband, daughter and de-cluttering my house to allow positive energy to circulate.
I started attending a weekly Womens' study class, where we are discussing the meaning and form of prayer. My husband and I are signed up to attend a Jewish Meditation Retreat next May, with two Rabbis that are amazing and special. We are also talking about doing dream boards of our goals, hope, wishes and dreams. This year is our 25th wedding anniversary and seems to be the likely time to renew our visions of the future.
One thought I have, after my class this week -- prayer, at its best, is not about leaving the world behind, but about bringing heaven and earth together, about bringing holiness into the lives that we actually live, the earthly feelings that we experience. That sounds like a good path for finding something new and different.

Highway Litter -- Don't do it!

2007-10-17T15:53:00.000-07:00

Littering is one of my many trash-related pet peeves. Why do people litter? Is the world their trash can?
A recent article in local paper listed some of the debris items found by Department of Transportation workers doing road cleanups: syringes, satellite dishes, appliances, tires, cigaratte butts, human waste in plastic bottles also known as "trucker bombs", lumber, furniture, kitty litter, supplies to make meth-amphetamine, box springs, motor-oil containers, paint thinner,food cartons,plastic bags and soft drink bottles...
Trash on the freeways increased 182% over last year.
Why? Can't people just find a proper trash can? They could recycle it; put it on Freecyle.com where people put stuff they no longer want or need. How hard it is to take it home, or wait until you get to wherever you are going to toss it? For no other reason, think of the safety issues if the tossed item blocks someone's vision or causes them to swerve.
Please don't litter. It is that simple.

The Magic of the Night Sky

2007-09-12T14:13:00.000-07:00

I am drawn to meteor showers, as they represent the majesty of the universe. I sat on a chair watching the meteor shower on August 12th. I thought I would see one or two and be satisfied. Then saw two small ones, followed by one that went all the away across the sky -- and I wanted more.
The recent lunar eclipse did totally darken the night sky, but I was not able to see the part where the moon was blocked. It is amazing, however, to note that the stars were extra bright and plentiful that dark night.
It is the magic of the unknown and mystery that draw me to the sky. I am seeking that same unknown inspiration as reflect while attending holiday services tomorrow and in the days that follow. Will the inspiration come like a flash of light across the sky, or will it be a spark inside of me that becomes ignited.?
I wonder and wait with excitement.

Early Morning Routines

2007-08-06T07:54:00.000-07:00

After my morning coffee, I look forward to seeing what is growing in my garden -- right now it is giant, lovely yellow and orange sunflowers.
I also enjoy reading my daily email bulletin from Dr. Weil. We had the honor of seeing him in person a few years ago -- he is wise, caring and so knowledgeable about the blend of traditional, alternative, and herbal medicine with spirituality. Our daily supplement basket is filled with his recommendations.
In the last two years, I have been inspired by gardening. I have both succeeded and failed with my vegetables. But, his bulletin today sums up the reason I will keep trying.

The Benefits of Gardening (Dr. Weil email bulletin Aug.4, 2007; DrWeil.com)

Gardening is a great way to connect with the earth, reduce stress, increase creativity and promote relaxation. Three good reasons you should get down and dirty in a garden:

Gardening is therapeutic. There is even an emerging medical art known as horticultural therapy. People with all types of health conditions, schoolchildren, even prison inmates, are encouraged to learn about new plants and envision creative ways to arrange them in the ground as a way to provide a sense of accomplishment and improve self-image.
Gardening is spiritual. Aside from delighting your senses with color, texture and scents, gardening enables you to connect with nature. Digging your hands through the soil and handling delicate plants can feed the soul.
Gardening is exercise. Gardening is a low-impact activity that improves flexibility through bending and stretching, and has been shown to lower blood pressure and cholesterol levels. However, don't let it replace your walking regime or other regular aerobic exercise - do both, for maximum benefits.

Thank you, Dr. Weil, for putting into words the reason I love my garden so much.

Great News On The Horizon

2007-08-05T11:39:00.000-07:00

I screamed with delight and danced around the house when I saw the news that "The Eagles" were finishing up a new album and will be touring extensively in 2008!!! I am elated, but my family groaned. My daughter said "do I have to go again?"
I cannot wait and have added them as friends to my MySpace page. New songs, old songs, who cares -- whatever they play, I will love. I already know my face will hurt from smiling so much during the concert.

Democrat Debate With Video Questions

2007-07-23T22:04:00.000-07:00

Tonight's CNN debate, with questions submitted by video via YouTube was interesting. The videos selected were seemingly representative of people not normally involved in the political process. I think it was a great way to get people to participate. I liked the collage of the questions about healthcare and some of the clever ones, particularly the snowman asking Kucinich a question.
I know that I will be volunteering on at least one of the campaigns as the November 2008 election nears. Each candidate has something that is unique, and several have the ability to manage the job. I mean, GWB has for the past 8 years. But I cannot say who my choice would be at this point out of the Democrats on that podium. I like Biden for his direct nature; Hilary has a great deal of experience with her and the First Husband; Obama is the voice of change for the disenfranchised; Edwards has a heart for those in need that cannot speak for themselves.
Time will tell for me. But it did make clear to me that I need to minimize other obligations so that I can jump right in to help when the time is right.

Harry Potter and The Incredible Relay Delivery

2007-07-21T22:38:00.000-07:00

My daughter likes the Harry Potter books and movies; I don't get it. In fact, I would tell secrets of great importance (if I knew any!) in lieu of being forced to watch a Harry Potter movie or read one of the books. Who cares about anything enough to read 800 pages of made-up stuff in eight books or so? But, in preparation for the last book which came out today, my daughter re-read all the previous books and watched all the movies before leaving for camp. I admire that some people are so interested in the Harry Potter lore, but it does not capture my imagination.
Since my daughter was anxious for the next book, I pre-ordered it on Amazon for guaranteed delivery on launch day. They showed it was shipped UPS. At 10:30 am I did the tracking of my package and it showed delivery at 10:20 am, signed for by Donald. I ran up and down the street in my nightgown to make sure it was not accidentally left at a neighbors. And I knew none were named Donald.
Since I was frantic, my husband called UPS. They told him the delivery address, which was the nearest post office, as they were to deliver it. I checked the door and mailbox every few minutes, until, at 2 pm, I ran outside, still in my nightgown, to find the mail carrier JUST putting it in the mailbox. FYI, her vehicle was full of books.
I admire that Amazon made such a great effort to deliver it -- hence, the incredible relay delivery trick, with a series of time-sensitive handoffs.
It is on my daughter's bed, awaiting her return home tomorrow. The package says "Dear Muggles, Do Not Open Before July 21." I don't know what a muggle is, nor do I care, but no worries, I will not be opening it. That did not prevent me from reading the last two pages of the book, which we happened to see at Best Buy and Costco. I often read the end of books first.
So, now I know who dies, --- not that I intend to find out more about it, but it was just the fact I had to know since everyone was making such a big deal about it.

38 Years Ago Today

2007-07-20T09:35:00.000-07:00

It was a pleasant summer night in Bellevue, Washington 38 years ago today. We had a tv set up in the "carport", out by the pool, so we could watch the first moon landing. Yes, it was a giant step for man, and I remember that night so vividly as we got chills when seeing the moon's surface. People gathered their friends and families for that momentous event and it was all people were talking about, in person and in the media.
Later, in college, I had a chance to work for NASA as a tour guide for a traveling exhibit of previous space capsules and related stuff. The school kids always asked the same question first --- "how do the astronauts go to the bathroom?" But, as years went by, interest in watching the blastoffs or landings dwindled. I remember being the only one getting up in the middle of the night at my sorority to watch a moonwalk; I was also the only one that got up to make sure Ted Bundy was executed as he had terrorized us on our campus.
It was costly, and I cannot dispute that there are many needed uses for the large amount of resources expended on the Space Program. It is important to see where we (us, on our planet) fit into the grander universe, like the line describing Grover's Corners place in scheme of things in "Our Town," -- something like our house, our town.....expanding into the great unknown.
Perhaps the moon landings were a part of the'60's -- a time we look back on and can remember fondly, trying to explain those "old days" to our kids who only think of "The Beatles," hippies, anti-war protests and tie-dye clothing. Maybe that fascination with how our planet fit into the solar system and beyond sparked my interest in preserving the planet and environmentalism. Never thought of that connection before...

Beware: "Hot" Drivers

2007-07-18T19:12:00.000-07:00

When I got in my car today, the temperature read 118 degrees. Yes, you expect it to be hot and you just want to get where you are going. But the hot weather brought out the worst in the all the drivers on I-10 today. There was honking for no reason; people did not let you in merge lanes and there was more than one obscene gesture flashed in a short distance.
So, the hot weather and the hot-tempered drivers helped me decide to stay in tonight. I was told that over 60% of the drivers in Arizona are armed. In my mind, that statistic, and the hot weather, combine to stay off the road, even if it means missing a potentially fun birthday party.

Love and War at Dylan Concert

2007-07-16T12:32:00.000-07:00

The setting for the Bob Dylan concert last weekend in Cleveland was very urban and unusual -- it was a tent-like outdoor venue, set along the Cuyahoga River, with night views of the skyline, various bridges with passing trains and a variety of boats gliding behind the stage. The opening act was fantastic -- Jimmie Vaughan doing Texas Roadhouse blues. It was contagious and confirmed our desire to go to Austin to hear more music.
Dylan himself played many of his old songs, some of which we knew, some we didn't -- but the crowd surely did. The crowd was a distraction from the event, in our section, at least. People were standing up in front of the boxes, some of which were disabled seating. When asked to sit down so others could see, angry words flew, tickets were waved, obscene gestures were made, and people just became ugly. Mellow-looking middle aged people were screaming at ushers to eject the offending people. It was not the mood Dylan would have wanted and it took away from the sheer magic of the event.
As the final song of the encore began ("Blowin' In The Wind"), the wife of a wheelchair-bound man who had obviously had a stroke and could no longer talk or stand, braced herself on a bar and pulled her husband up to see Dylan sing the song, over the heads of the standing crowd. I wept, as I told my husband that these people had obviously been together a long time and this song must have been part of their memories. Towards the end of the song, Dylan changed to playing it on the harmonica. She managed to hoist him up again, and hugged him, gently kissing his neck while he got to see Dylan play that song on his harmonica. It was a moment never to forget. I whispered to my husband that you never know how much you love somone until it is tested by an ultimate challenge.
As we walked out into the light rain after the concert, we were lucky enough to see Dylan's bus caravan drive away from the back of the arena. Fans, including us, clapped and waved, hoping for one last sight of Dylan. I cannot help but thinking, as he drove through the rainy night, that he was headed to another city, another concert, and, yet another set of memories revisited.

Live Earth -- From A Distance

2007-07-08T22:17:00.000-07:00

It would have been great to be at one of the concerts held around the world on July 7, 2007 for Live Earth. I am thrilled that there was an event calling attention to the climate crisis. Though we observed it from our home, via radio and computer, it is remarkable that people are talking about the topic of stopping global warming -- and best of all, what they can do themselves to make a difference.
The fact that the energy saved in recycling one can could allow enough power to watch tv for three hours should strike home with lots of the two billion participants. But, as I learned when working in rural Georgia in 1973, people that do not have food, water, health care or a job don't care that much about saving the planet. Their focus is more on themselves and their families. Certainly there are people who had no electricity or the means to participate in this awareness event.
But, perhaps, baby steps is better than nothing.
I applaud the organizers, the participating musicians and all the people that watched their favorite performers. If each of those people made some changes in their livestyle, it will have an immediate impact.
I noted that Al Gore, the originator of the Live Earth idea, travelled by train between the two events in the US. I guess it would have been hypocritical to drive, or, in his case, be driven.

Sunflowers

2007-06-25T09:46:00.000-07:00

I had the best surprise this morning -- I went out to water my garden, and as I went around the corner of the house, I saw that two tall sunflowers were there to greet me. The lovely orange-red flowers bloomed overnight and made me smile. I planted them after visiting the VanGogh Museum last year and can see why they were such a source of inspiration.
Seven (yes, seven) years ago Wednesday I had surgery for breast cancer. I imagined I could still be here to welcome the seven year mark, but some things seem too much to wish and hope for.
So, I am here, welcoming sunflowers in my yard. I can only imagine what lies around the next corner. I am grateful and open to any source of inspiration.

Birds In The Yard

2007-05-15T13:13:00.000-07:00

Ok, I am turning into the bird lady. I love to feed the cute birds (cardinals, quails, songbirds) but not the big gross pidgeons and crows. I lament that the quail burrow into the dirt and ate my vegetable starts -- but I was delighted to see my first 6 quail babies. I have not seen them since so....
I read that songbirds eavesdrop to survive, knowing the words that other birds use to warn for predators. Chickadees make one sound when a predator is spotted and another when it lands, calling an alarm to other birds to scare the offending predator off. They also listen to the alarm calls for other species. In our area, owls and hawks are the most common predators.
I know this is also true for finding food. When one bird sees that I have put out crumbs of whatever today's treat is, they yell it out to all the other types. Some run in, some fly in. And I love it all.

One Way To Get Rid of Clutter

2007-05-03T22:20:00.000-07:00

I am trying to get rid of clutter and have given some stuff away to various places. But, I found a great way to get stuff gone -- and that is to mail it to someone else!
I mailed some pants that were too big and ready to give away to my cousin to try. I mailed some souvenirs from a recent trip to the National Civil Rights Museum to my brother-in-law to use in his 7th grade Social Studies classroom.
I like this trend -- though the cost of mailing is probably equal to the cost of driving to a charity drop-off these days, with the price of gas as it is. I paid the most ever for gas yesterday and was horrified.
I may focus on the charities that come by and pick up the stuff. I feel good getting started; much more to clear away. Spring cleaning is probably going to reach into summer cleaning.

Spring Garden Blues

2007-04-08T22:03:00.000-07:00

I am so sad that my spring garden is not doing as planned. Last year, I just planted random vegetables and had some successes and more failures. This year, I took two classes, plotted out the site, bought special seeds --- and my four different types of radishes sprouted in the four days promised, only to be eaten by birds in my yard. I have hung several cds on poles and cords to swing and reflect light, with the intent of scaring them away. I think it did the opposite, as they first ate the little sprouts, came back for the roots and now are rolling around in the dirt. I am so disappointed! They even routed around in the big pot where I planted some avocado seeds. I mean, it is not like they don't have other food sources in the yard -- there are two hanging "bird bell" feeders, a hummingbird feeder and multiple scattering of crackers or bread throughout the day. I delight in seeing the quails running towards the food, but not when it is my vegetables sprouting.
Plan B is planting a plastic boat with seeds and making it inaccessible to the birds, as well as using part of the playstructure my daughter has outgrown.
My next step would ideally be a small greenhouse, but both my husband and daughter believe that would attract suspicion. I would be growing radishes and cucumbers, peppers and tomatoes, and other herbs and vegetables. In the meantime, the only thing doing well in my garden are the two varieties of mint that have taken over and the oregano which is seeded itself everywhere. There is one strawberry on the strawberry plant, but as soon as it is red, I am sure it will be eaten by someone other than me.

Tours in Memphis, Tennessee

2007-04-04T13:37:00.002-07:00

One of the highlights of our recent trip to Memphis was the bus tour with Backbeat Tours. It is a funky old bus, updated, decorated with a music theme, and the tour guide is a working Memphis musician. This tour is the outstanding choice in the area, no matter which traditional tour your hotel recommends. They are informed, fun, share all kinds of trivial information about Memphis and the music scene, accompanied by a live musical performance. Obvously, most of their tours focus on music, but you do see the sights of the mid-South as well.
Our tour was to Graceland, and our guide was Memphis Jones. We saw the location of Elvis' Draft Board and his favorite barbershop enroute to his former home, which is quite a booming business enterprise. There are bongos and tambourines on board for those who want to participate in the music (I did.)
We had so much fun and learned so much about rock 'n roll during our bus ride -- do you know what the first rock 'n roll song was??? If not, take a tour with Backbeat Tours in Memphis. I am hoping I will get to go back --- while we are there, we intend to eat at Rendevous Barbecue and the Flying Fish again.
But, no matter what else you do, no visit to Memphis would be complete without seeing the National Civil Rights Museum. Your first visit will be emotional, and unexpected, for when you the spot (marked with a wreath) where Martin Luther King was shot, you have your breath taken away for a moment.
The museum walks you through the Civil Rights struggle, building emotion and passion until you end up in the room at the Lorraine Hotel where he spent his last hours. You see the bus where Rosa Parks sat; a representative lunch counter where all the protests were held; the actual burned Freedom bus, replica jail cells and signs/placards/posters too numerous to mention. I particulary noted a flyer of hotels that catered to the black community, listing, of course, the Lorraine Hotel. The heading was "Enjoy a vacation free of humiliation." That kind of stuck with me.
Then, you cross the street, and view it from the alleged shooter perspective. There was a display profiling all the conspiracy theories that were considered in this murder investigation. The world lost a man with passion that day -- I noted that he did not just talk about creating change; he was alongside all of those folks making the change. He was a do-er, and we left that place wanting to make the world better.
That was the dream, I guess, and it is still a dream.

Fortitude to Keep on Going

2007-03-22T22:17:00.000-07:00

I commend Elizabeth and John Edwards as they vow to keep moving along the presidential campaign trail, despite the devastating news of her cancer returning. We have personally experienced those appointments where you stop breathing while waiting anxiously for test results. We know the feeling of a "scare," and the relief when it is no more than a scare.
Our hearts and thoughts go to their family as they face continued challenges. Why do good people get extra hard challenges when they have already proven they can handle them? Maybe it doesn't work that way, but it just doesn't seem fair when he is trying to change the country for the better.
I have to say that I wept when I heard her diagnosis; we lamented their sadness all day.
It was a fitting day for it to be pouring rain.

I Know You Had The Same Thought

2007-03-19T13:45:00.000-07:00

When I read that "one-third of the residents of D.C. were illiterate," I had one thought. And that was that at least one of those people lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
You cannot deny you did not have the same thought.

Family Value Merchandise

2007-03-17T17:34:00.000-07:00

I never met a Spring Training souvenir store I did not like.
But the Angels have a new twist on the stuff that fans want -- shirts, hats, etc. They have a line of merchandise, with one particular logo, that is the "Family Value Merchandise." So adult shirts are $10, far less than the $27.01 I paid today at the Cubs, and hats are $10. These prices include the tax, so the shirt is $10. A kids shirt was less than that.
What a great way to appeal to fans that don't have lots of cash but still want to support their team. I think that is a great give-back to the community. Did I mention that all the Angels products are bright red?

National Coffee Break Day

2007-03-15T13:49:00.000-07:00

My husband says that once I find out there is something free somewhere, I become possessed. Today, I heard that Starbuck's was giving free cups of coffee between 10 am - Noon in honor of National Coffee Break Day. Needless to say, I planned my morning errands around a stop for my free coffee. I arrived about 10 am, and there was a line out the door, probably the same line at that time on most days. The manager was offering free cups of coffee to people in line; surprisingly 50% of the people refused it and waited to get another beverage. That was surprising for me, as they were getting coffee, and this was free??? They had samples of the low-fat cinnamon coffee cake my daughter loves. The staff was smiling, friendly and welcoming. I grabbed a big bag of "Grounds for my Garden" on the way out as I am going to start doing a composting pile.
The premise is that people are over-scheduled, and need a break for their second cup of coffee late in the morning. According to the news on the Starbuck's website, the goal was to introduce people to the new mobile Starbuck's locator feature on your cellphone. "Travelers far from home can simply send a text message with the local ZIP code to “697289” (MYSBUX) and receive up to three locations for Starbucks stores in their vicinity. "

Nuts About Futters Nut Butters

2007-03-13T08:55:00.000-07:00

In my ongoing search to come up with unusual, low carb treats, I searched on recipes to make flavored almond butter. BUT, to my delight, I found Futters Nut Butters, a small company that makes all kinds of flavored nut butters. There is almost every nut, then they add flavoring (unsweetened) of almond, orange, chocolate, cinnamon, etc. I am on my second order of goodies from them. The last batch included their special pistachio and hazelnut butters, and their dark chocolate bark with pistachios and dried cranberries.
We are fans in our house as they are delicious. My personal favorite is Cinna-pecan -- I eat it out of the jar with my finger (oops, not supposed to say that, I think.) and I love the chocolate orange almond butter. They also have seed butters but I have not tried those yet but be sure to go to www.futtersnutbutters.com.

U-Haul's Box Exchange Program

2007-03-12T10:32:00.000-07:00

U-Haul gets it -- I heard on the radio about their new box reuse/recycle program. They will assist you, via their website http://www.uhaul.com/boxexchange/index.aspx to find someone with boxes that you can reuse prior to buying new ones. They encourage recycling after multiple uses. A cheer for them!!!
Many people have been doing this informally with friends and neighbors for years, but U-Haul is now structuring this for everyone to access. If you need to buy packaging tape for the boxes, the U-Haul paper tape is the very best out there. I have moved a lot; I have tried many tapes. This tapes tears easily with one hand but sticks when and where you want it. Any other paper tapes are not as good; accept no substitutes.
I think you still have to drive carefully when you are near a U-Haul truck on the highway; usually those drivers are not experienced at driving trucks. But their new box program should win them some environmental and marketing recognition!!!!!

Grace Slick and White Rabbits

2007-03-10T22:27:00.000-08:00

We had a quiet Saturday night ahead, so we decided to go to Trader Joe's. Then we drove around the Promenade Shopping Center looking for a new restaurant when we saw the KSLX truck and a crowd in front of the "Rock Star Gallery." We saw people snapping photos and assumed someone was in there of interest. After parking the car, we walked in just as Grace Slick was leaving. Someone tried to get a guitar autographed, but the bodyguard said "that won't be happening tonight." Wow, that was so bizarre, seeing someone that you have heard sing in your memories of growing up. Her long black hair is now long white hair.
We ventured into the artist reception and saw much of her work. Needless to say, there were many paintings of different white rabbits done at different times of her life. She also did several drawings of other musicians -- Jerry Garcia was among them.
In all, it was surrealistic. The art was wonderful, there were some rock-star wannabees and the best thing was it was so unexpected today. Yes, this the day after the awesome Ostrich races, which were more than surreal and some adorable dog athletes at the Purina Incredible Dog Challenge. Spring training baseball was sandwiched in between, but that is a story for another day.

It Never Made Sense To Me!

2007-02-23T21:58:00.000-08:00

I have always resisted making my bed, figuring you get back in it at night and straighten out the covers. I have argued with my mother, and even my daughter, about making the bed and why I just don't. Well, it turns out I was right all along.

I read an excerpt of a new book by Jeff Bredenberg, How to Cheat at Cleaning outlining "what we really want is to cut corners in every way we possibly can and still be proud of our homes. So I call it cheating."

His advice includes 10 Things to Stop Cleaning Now. Among them: Stop making the bed.

"Dust mites thrive on the moisture in your bed covers and mattress," he writes. The mites cause asthma and other breathing difficulties. "When you leave your bed unmade all day, the moisture escapes and the dust mites die."

So there all you people that yelled at me for never making the bed...

I Was A Patches Pal

2007-02-07T21:32:00.000-08:00

Growing up in the Seattle area, I was a Patches Pal. There was this tv clown, J.P. Patches who lived in the City Dump. He had some other buddies, including Gertrude and others I don't remember. There is an upcoming event to launch the kickoff of a community-wide drive to create a J.P. Patches statue. Land was donated in the Fremont area, next to the infamous statue of people waiting for the bus. Even the Seattle Mayor is getting involved as a former Patches Pal. The setting of the City Dump may explain my ongoing fascination with trash and dumps (though more politically correct now to call them landfills.)
I was on the show one time when in 2nd or 3rd grade, as I sold alot of Camp Fire Girl mints.That was back in the days when the mint sales were competitive -- prizes for who sold the most. I had sold the second largest amount in my group and got a hug from J.P. in recognition. I really did sell them door-to-door; in those days parents did not take them to work to sell them to co-workers. Go to www.jppatches.com.
Another Seattle kids tv celebrity was Stan Boreson, famous for his side-kick -- Nomo, a beagle. He was very gentle and would sing all kinds of songs on his show.
Getting back to trash -- I read that "Phoenix residents throw away a lot more than most Americans. Each day, every one of the city's nearly 1.5 million residents sends 4.25 pounds of junk to the landfill, 73 percent more than the average American. The reason: year-round yard waste and the extra trash generated by winter visitors. As Phoenix grows, the costs of disposing of all that trash do, too."
As the article in the paper pointed out, we are not running out of space at the landfill yet, but we must try to reduce the amount of trash. That is part of my daily mission. If only everyone felt the same way I do......

Bears Fans in Uganda

2007-02-06T15:56:00.000-08:00

At the end of the Super Bowl, my daughter asked "how do they know which shirts to make?" We told her they make both and she wanted to know where the shirts for the losing team went. We told her we did not know, and she said "that is wasteful."
Well, now I know and I am passing on the information as it made me feel good. The 250 Reebok shirts and hats depicting the Bears as the victors of Super Bowl are donated by the NFL to World Vision. That organization is sending them to Uganda.
Perhaps the Bears will have a farm team there in the future? In reality, the rebels, and the issues surrounding their internal fighting, have created a very serious and ugly situation.

My Take on Super Bowl XVI

2007-02-05T21:20:00.001-08:00

As a fan of the Clydesdales, my favorite commerical was the fake Dalmation getting into the Budweiser parade. Perhaps he will be joining the real Dalmation and the donkey on the Clydesdale road tours.
But, my other takeaway from the Super Bowl yesterday was an odd one. It was an article in the newspaper warning people about protecting their identity at their party. The suggestions were to make sure you know all the guests that are coming and , as a precaution, secure your personal information in a locked room to prevent wandering guests from taking more than your beer and chips. I guess you wouldn't really think about this as a concern, but it does make sense.
Several years ago, the concern was that more men hit their wives on Super Bowl Sunday than any other day of the year. Hitting your wife anyday does not make sense; for some reason it escalates on Superbowl Sunday.
As soon as the game was over, I forgot it, except for that it was really raining hard and that Peyton Manning now gets a ring. We didn't get to see him greet his dad after the game -- we were looking forward to that moment. I have never seen a Super Bowl ring in person, but they must be similar to the World Series rings that I covet.

National Wear Red Day -- My Day!!!

2007-02-02T08:26:00.000-08:00

I needed no extra encouragement to wear red. My grandmother always said it was my color, so I am always picking red when given color choices. I am wearing my new red leggings that my daughter called "hideous", bright red sleep socks and who knows whatever else red I can find. On the serious side of heart disease, I am off to spin with my new RED and black shoes. I have one of those "Red Dress" pins from the American Heart Association too -- but not sure I will be able to find it before the day ends.....

My favorite e-newsletter (South Beach Diet) reminded me about this topic today:

National Wear Red Day
"Today, February 2, is National Wear Red Day, an observance aimed at raising heart disease awareness. Heart disease remains the number one killer of both American men and women. In fact, many women are surprised to learn that heart disease claims the lives of more women than breast cancer. More specifically, one in three American women will die of heart disease. But it doesn't have to be that way. "Today we have the knowledge and tools to prevent heart attacks and strokes," explains Dr. Agatston, preventive cardiologist and author of The South Beach Diet® and The South Beach Heart Program, his latest, most passionate book."

Hit Television Shows

2007-01-16T12:06:00.001-08:00

Once every few years, I pick out a new TV show that eventually becomes popular. This year, I got hooked on "Ugly Betty" -- it has some great characters, but particularly the one playing Betty. (Some of the characters are annoying, but the show overall is worth it.) It is adapted from a story on the Spanish TV networks. I love Betty's style and the overall message of someone being themselves in the fashion world. Seems like the Golden Globe Awards agreed with my pick this year.
Past picks have been "Monk", "Lizzy McGuire and "Donny Cogswell." That last show was a college student travelling through Europe with a video camera sometime in the late '80s. It certainly was ahead of its time as a reality show, but was so sweet, and sadly, shortlived. If all these various networks, on the three screens, are looking for content, maybe they could locate "Donny Cogswell", "A Year In The Life" or "Thirty-something." I might watch them on my cellphone, but probably not.

Even Non-Car People Can Revisit Memories

2007-01-16T08:57:00.000-08:00

It turns out, even non-car people can love the Barrett-Jackson Collector Car auction festivities. I dragged my daughter to family day, a preview fun event for regular folks to see the cars ( I am sure a few buyers were there checking out the stuff). My daughter loves old Corvettes and all old sportscars, and she saw her first "Woodies", Model T's and other vintage vehicles.
It was a blast: there were cars, but there was art, clothing, jewelry, food, vintage signs and gas tanks -- something for everyone, car person or not. You can rent golf carts to get around if you cannot walk around the mammoth displays.
The tent of cars for the charity auction had an Elvis-style Cadillac, Ken Caminiti's 57 Chevy being sold for charity and a variety of other Dusenbergs and very vintage vehicles. It was next to the Rock 'N Roll auction goods, including gold records, a drawing by John Lennon when he was 11, other clothing and memorabilia. Regretfully, only bidders could enter or we would have seen a Beatles headboard (gate?) and a piano played by John Lennon. My daughter wanted to touch it.
I loved the "Huckster", an old produce delivery truck, obviously the origin of my father-in-law's favorite shopping venue. The Fiat "Jolly" is a vehicle from Europe used by "playboys and their supermodel girlfriends" (My first car was a Fiat, but not a "Jolly".) We saw vintage sedans and convertibles from 1900 to 2000, with the majority of cars between the 50s to 70s.
Pamela Anderson had restored a 1960 red Cadillac convertible that was a big hit and was very cool!!! It was done as an engagement gift for Kid Rock. Another guy had rescued a 1952 Chevrolet Motorhome and lovingly restored it -- everyone that took off their shoes to go inside never wanted to leave. He is now working on a 1947 model. A Plymouth Fury was completely redone, with photos following it from the junkyard to completion.
My daughter loved the vintage bugs, all kinds of Corvettes, particularly the smashing "Miss Rose", in dusty pink, of course. I saw cars I used to have in the 70's. But my overall favorite was a 1907 Cadillac convertible. Two guys had inherited it from their dad. They were polishing the chrome, wiping it with a soft cloth, answering questions from people of all ages. What struck me was the iPod speaker dock on the floor of the car. 1907 goes to 2007.
I, for one, am going back in 2008. Yes, for the cars, but for the trip down memory lane, seeing old cars, Flying A neon signs, and people who have a passion for something of their past. As we waited for the shuttle back to the parking lot, a family with three sons were discussing the different cars they had seen. Since Ford sponsored family day, our bus was filled with mechanics from various Ford dealerships, carrying the auction catalog and looking at cars. Most folks there could never buy any of these cars, but we got to touch them, sit in them and talk about memories with our kids.
At least I did. She pointed to a 1915 Model T and asked if that car was my age. Thankfully, she did not ask if I rode in the original 1880 Wells Fargo stagecoach. Wow, those settlers were determined, riding in those cramped coaches over bumpy terrain on wooden seats. It was eye-opening. Many parents were telling their kids that those were the main form of transportation until the late 1800's; hard to imagine how much the world has changed since that stagecoach made a run across the country.

Clothing Along The Roadway

2007-01-15T20:06:00.000-08:00

We learned about an interesting phenomena this weekend at the P.F. Chang Rock 'N Roll Marathon -- runners throw their clothing off as they proceed down the course. This is evidenced by shirts, gloves, pants, littering the side of the race course as we cheered those hardy souls along. Apparently it happens in all marathons; last year two trucks were filled with collected clothing and netted $47,000 for Goodwill!
It was particularly cold this year (29 degrees at the start of the race.) That must mean people were layered up and shedding more clothing than normal as they got warmed up. One participant said that you don't want to carry anything that may chafe as you run, resulting in the clothing toss. It is an interesting side benefit to the local charities that collect and sell the running gear.
The whole concept of the marathon was motivating, when you see the variety of people on the course. Old, young, fit, heavy, chugging along; one guy was barefoot. Many were listening to something; some were talking and others were getting calls on their cellphones. People were cheering them, clapping, giving thumbs up. The concept of a band at each mile was a great way to keep them moving along, however slowly or painfully, towards the finish line. Others wore ribbon for various causes (Diabetes, Lymphoma/Leukemia) and ran as a team, watching out for each other.
I can only imagine the thrill of accomplishment at the finish line. It is the culmination of a year of training -- a thrill and a letdown at the same time. That is, until their next marathon.
I admire these people taking this challenge.

Noble Deed of Bird Counting

2007-01-02T14:17:00.000-08:00

The annual citizen bird counts are a valuable tool for gathering bird migration data. I experienced it first hand today on two golf courses and a landfill (still in use!). We saw few birds, but cataloged the ones we saw. We scaled a fence, slid down a hill, and generally walked several miles. The dedicated birders have books, telescopes and binoculars to identify the species. We saw 28 different species on our tour.
The bird counting began in the late 1800s when the birds were killed to count them. Then, avid birders realized that many species were being threatened by the use of feathers in hats and jewelry(brooches). That led to the Lacey Act and the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, both of which were designed to stop the use of feathers and protect destruction of the birds for the fashion industry. It has continued for over 100 years, based on citizen participation with compilation from the National Audobon Society.
I came home to find a lovely selection of feathered friends in my yard. I admire those folks that go birding regularly. I will be supporting preservation of the environment to allow all the various species to continue to enjoy their selected habitats. I think that birding as a hobby is not for me, as I don't like scaling fences, sliding down hills and peeing in the bushes.
I will commit to feeding and watering them in my yard as my contribution to that effort, and whatever ways I can help outside my private preserve.

Birding in the New Year

2007-01-01T21:56:00.000-08:00

The Carefree (AZ) Annual Bird Count is happening on Jan. 2, 2007 (the first time I wrote that!!!) and I was lucky enough to get selected to help count. I like feeding the birds in our yard, but have no birding experience. Thankfully I am assigned to a team of experienced bird counters. We will walk two golf courses and a closed landfill in search of our feathered friends. The day ends with a summary of birds seen in the 15-mile radius of Carefree, AZ. It tracks what species are here and how migration patterns are affected, by weather, fires, etc.
It will be a long day, strolling about, learning a great deal and helping out with my limited skills. I think it is a unique way to start the year, and hopefully, will be the first of many new adventures. My family thinks I have lost my mind, and perhaps I have (maybe I will find it as I wander about...) If I see a eagle, I will be happy, but I will more likely see a bunch of adorable quails and some cardinals.

My Dream Job

2006-11-27T11:52:00.000-08:00

I love homebaked cookies, but do not have the patience or interest to bake them. I have enough willpower to ONLY eat yummy-looking homebaked cookies or have no dessert at all. So, when the chance to be a cookie contest judge was available, I jumped on it. On Dec. 13, I am a judge for the holiday cookie contest on the food show ("Culinary Confessions") on KXAM 1310 AM and I am looking forward to it. I will exercise extra to prepare for that day.
I am not looking for a job, but had to sign up for some kind of job posting when entering a contest on "Monster Jobs" or whatever it is called. I put in that I was looking for a food testing/tasting job. Periodically I receive an email that there are jobs that match my interests; usually they involve some kinds of meat which I am not interested in.
Crunchy cookies, yes; meats, no!

My New Gas Cap

2006-11-08T22:58:00.000-08:00

I was trying to do too much in a short period of time. I spaced out while buying gas, and drove off with the gas door open. I noticed it down the street when a thump attracted my attention and I saw the open gas door -- the thump was obviously the cap falling off the roof.
I retraced my route several times until it got too dark; no one had turned it into the gas station. They told me to go to Checker Auto Parts, something I have never done, until today that is.
I located the nearest one online and headed out. My daughter accompanied me and told me to "stay calm, things happen." She waited in the car as the car repair crowd seemed to put her off.
The guy was nice, helpful and made me feel less dumb by telling me his own tales of lost gas caps. He said that I should be happy I didn't drive off with the hose still attached to the car...
There were so many items I had never seen before in that store, and I am sure there are people that know exactly what to do with each one of them. Who would have thought there were 30 different sizes of gas caps. How is that, when the gas pump nozzle is just one size?

Congressional Newcomers = Change

2006-11-08T10:16:00.000-08:00

I am crying with happiness over Congressional newcomers Harry Mitchell, Claire McCaskill and Jon Tester. Real people who have taught, farmed, lived the lives of the people they now represent -- we are so lucky. And, on top of everything else, they all support stem cell research. That alone is reason to celebrate. I volunteered for Harry Mitchell; he is as kind and gentle as he is respectful. Arizona will be sharing a special gem with the rest of the country.

Annoying Campaign Phone Calls

2006-11-08T05:37:00.000-08:00

We had so many campaign phone calls at our house that it became annoying. As someone that made calls for some candidates, I know that the motive is good, seeking to get the voter informed and voting. But more than six calls per day is too much. Calls can come from candidates on all levels, parties on all levels and various PACs and interest groups, meaning there is no coordination in who calls when. And it was probably worse because I contributed money to several campaigns.
Well, the election was yesterday and the future will be different thanks to the Democrats elected (good change) and changes in state laws adopted by Arizona voters (some not so good change). English as the official language is mean-spirited, but no smoking in public places is great.
ID at the polls was less confrontational than the last election, lines were long, people came prepared with their list of how they planned to vote, and the day flew by.
By far the most common complaint throughout the day was the annoying campaign phone calls. Some people had 20 daily on their cellphones. One of the pollworkers got calls all day on her cellphone reminding her to vote.
But, did it work? I say yes, it annoyed people enough to get out and express their opinions. People wanted to get their say on who and what, but they really wanted the calls to stop and the negative campaign ads to end.
As they say in "The American President", the president loves democracy (not an exact quote.) I have to say I do too. I love the thrill of campaigning and the stories of the winners and losers. I love putting up signs and being part of the positive energy surrounding campaign volunteers. I already miss it and look forward to the next time around. I think I was one of the people that Alexis deTouqueville discussed in "Democracy In America." No matter what anyone says, Howard Dean's campaign two years ago re-ignitied baby-boomer Democrats to get involved. For that, we owe him a huge thanks. This time around, it was Sen. Barack Obama and President Clinton.
Three lovely women I know ran, and lost, but they tried. Isn't that what it is all about? I admire them.

Household Hazardous Waste Collection Day

2006-11-04T13:01:00.000-08:00

I started today very early by taking two boxes of bad stuff to the quarterly Household Hazardous Waste Collection Day. I had a scary ride there as I had a near-miss with an obviously impaired driver, but the City of Scottsdale deserves tremendous respect for how well the day was handled. The sign as I left the drop-off site said, "We do common things uncommonly well," and they did.
From the police directing traffic (obviously if you come after 7:30 am the lines are long), to the greeter at the gate that gives out a water bottle, to the people looking at and taking out the waste, and even the routing around the collection tents between the trash trucks was perfectly organized. The website said id was required; they said they trusted me. But, reality is, they would rather have someone leave it there than on the side of the road, in their trash or down the sewer.
The bad stuff I took was paint and pesticides left in our home from the previous owner, plus some batteries and pool chemicals. I know that the fumes that came from my stuff was harmful, but it may not be as horrific as the methyl bromide I read was just approved for use in the US, despite its negative impact on the ozone layer.
I buy organic now when I can, and my garden is organic. That new pesticide is enough to make me buy organic exclusively.
I look forward to Electronic Recycling day coming up soon in December. We sure have lots of that stuff in our garage.

Another Halloween

2006-10-31T22:02:00.000-08:00

I don't like Halloween for some reason -- many people think I was traumatized as a kid. But I also don't like costume parties, so maybe there is some correlation. There are some candies I like that are possibly no longer popular -- these are "Good 'N Plenty", "Big Hunk" and "3 Musketeers". I only like the "3 Musketeers" bar when it is frozen, however. My daughter offered to share her loot tonight, but there was none of the above and there was no dark chocolate of any kind.
I feel I cannot let this day pass without acknowledging the anniversary of this day six years ago. I started my radiation treatments on Halloween. It was perfect, in that a scary, strange treatment began with all the staff in costume and treats everywhere. It took the edge off of an odd day. Yes, I am here six years later to remember and appreciate it, but I still don't like Halloween. I admire that people are doing such creative decorations and worry so about their costumes, but it is not for me. I hope I am here to not like it next year as well.

Bob Dylan and Sen. Barack Obama

2006-10-25T08:49:00.000-07:00

I bet you did not think you could use the names of Bob Dylan and Senator Barack Obama in one sentence. Well, not only did I do that, but I saw both of them in a 24-hour period. Thinking back, it was pretty incredible and more exciting that I had expected. Not surprisingly, they have much in common. Listen up....
Bob Dylan -- our first show, but clearly not our last -- was seeing a legend perform his magic. It was surreal (we asked each other later if it really happened). He sang old songs, new songs, gave us chills. The highlight was "Like A Rolling Stone." He has influenced, and been influenced by musicians around the globe and throughout several decades. His music has changed the world, when he was seen as a symbol of the peace movement, even though he did not choose that as his hallmark.
Senator Barack Obama is going to change the world -- that is what I told him when he signed my book at an event Monday evening. He shook hands with 1200 people while signing. He is awesome, and his speech brought tears to my eyes as he touched on issues and ways to bring diverse people together to solve issues. His interest in the environment touched me personally. The poise and ease with which he spoke (we could not tell if it was scripted...) was phenomenal and he spoke a bit longer than planned as he was enjoying the acoustics of the majestic Orpheum Theatre. Ruth and I were honored to be in his presence, and he smiled when I told him that.
I was in the presence of greatness with both of these people as both are leaving their mark on history.
These two special days preceded the very last Homeowner Association Board meeting where I was president, an assignment I naievely accepted last year. And, then, this really fun, unusual flower and gourd arrangment with faces on the gourds arrived from my brother that makes me smile each time I look at it.
In all, my birthday year is off to a great start, but Jacqueline Bigar already knew that in my birthday horoscope. Will the hits keep on coming? I hope so and appreciate all of them.

Grazing

2006-10-19T08:15:00.000-07:00

Or, maybe it is called "reap what you sow", but I ate dinner from my yard last night. It was one-half of a pink grapefruit, two globe eggplants (girlled on my George Foreman grill), topped with chopped oregano and basil. That was a wonderful fall dinner. I think I now know how cows and goats feel when they graze, eating what is available.
But, seriously, I am so excited that stuff is actually growing in the heat. And I am thankful that I am here to enjoy the harvest as I enter my senior years. I am now eligible for the senior citizen discounts at Arizona Fall League and who knows where else?

7 Flower Day

2006-09-28T11:18:00.000-07:00

Many people rate their days by the number of stars in their horoscope. For me, it is the number of flowers that bloomed on my cactus overnight. Last night there were 7 -- a new record and a sign of a good day to come. The flowers last just one night, and by early morning are closing up, while being appreciated by bees and hummingbirds. It is a gentle reminder of the importance of each day, especially during the period of reflection during the Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur holidays.
Our days in synagogue were more inspirational than expected, thanks to Rabbi Fields-Meyer. But my ongoing inspiration can be found in my growing garden, seeing people (my husband and daughter included) continue to amaze me with their spirit and reading of the generous acts of kindness by some folks around the world. It helps balance out sadness from horrific tales of abuse and murder and my personal sadness when I hear about hunger, and animals on the verge of extinction due to environmental changes.

Target My Way

2006-08-28T22:03:00.000-07:00

Everyone seems to be loving Target stores these days. No matter what you like, you will find some version of it available at Target. I don't go often as I find their "clearance" sections to be irresistable, always buying items I don't really need. The Garden Center has become a draw for me as they offer great, healthy plant starts.
Today, I made a discovery. The bags, the dreaded plastic bag, have tips on them for reusing the bag (if you cannot recycle it, of course.) I go to great lengths to reuse paper and plastic bags, to the extent that groceries often end up in the driveway when the bags break open.
Target's suggested uses are a mix of practical ideas with really funny ones: tiny trashcan liner, doggy duty, water balloon, roadtrip rubbish, soggy laundry, ice pack for head lump (my personal favorite), toiletry tote, kitty litter liner, tomorrow's lunchbag or care package padding.
I hope people take these ideas to reuse the bags to heart. My daughter went on a desert jeep ride last year; when she came home and was asked what she saw, her reply was "lots of plastic bags stuck on bushes."

Butterflies For Belleruth

2006-08-27T18:52:00.000-07:00

A flock of butterflies fluttered over my car this morning as I headed to the second day of the session by Belleruth Naperstek on "Breakthroughs In Healing Trauma". I was introduced to her guided imagery work six years ago when I was going through cancer treatment. Her gentle, kind voice and words led me through chemo, radiation, stress, insomnia and assorted other challenges. I have given her materials to friends and family in need of healing assistance for grief, illness or trauma.
I signed up immediately when I first saw the announcement last January that she was coming to Phoenix. It was a thrill to imagine being in the same room with someone who greatly influenced my ability to cope with uncomfortable situations. I learned so much about the benefits and uses for imagery with people that have post-traumatic stress disorder, facing horrific memories and struggling to cope with their lives and fears. When Belleruth did some guided imagery for those fortunate to be in attendance, I had chills and tears as each session carried me back to all the places where I have used her imagery. I actually had to open my eyes to watch her as she led the sessions, hardly believing that I was hearing her do them in person. It was magical.
Belleruth is miraculous, carrying people with her to the other side of trauma, illness and fear -- a place where it is safe, loving and accepting.
Yes, I'm certain that those butterflies were for her, for her gentle guidance in helping people become free of constraining pain and memories. We go to sleep each night with the sleep cd from Health Journeys. Tonight I will listen to her melodic words with an image of that caring soul and I will smile, as I was in a peaceful place for the past two days.

My New XM Radio

2006-08-22T22:14:00.000-07:00

My husband bought me a portable XM radio for our anniversary -- and so far, I love it. I am probably an unlikely customer as I mostly like hearing "The Eagles" or talk radio. I am also not a big technology person, but the radio and remote work very simply.
The problem is that the local talk radio is limited as I am fussy about what I like. Ronn Owens in San Francisco was classic as, when listening to him, I would stay in one room and complete a task. That is my main reason for talk radio, until, that is, I heard "The Bob Dylan Theme Hour" on a United flight, as a sampling of XM radio programming.
I listened to the same show all the way from London to San Francisco, learning about music from Bob Dylan's perspective, based on the theme of "rain." As a result, we now have XM radio to hear that, comedy, an old favorite Bruce Williams, to name a few. How fortunate for us that our anniversary is the same weekend that XM is playing the first 16 hours of the show in a sort of marathon.
Will it help me stay in one place to straighten up the garage, clean a closet, dust? Tune in later and find out (that is a radio pun, in case you did not get it.)

Uneasy Night

2006-08-14T10:33:00.000-07:00

Was it the late afternoon cup of coffee? Or lots of dark chocolate before bed? Perhaps the new Pepsi Jazz soda which had caffeine? Was it pending travel with uncertain travel and safety concerns?
Whatever the reason, it was a restless night at our house. We could blame it on the beeping noise coming from the salt chlorinator. Or perhaps it was just hot and humid.
The most likely reason, however, was just the first day of high school for an unaware freshman, not accustomed to very early rising and all that lies ahead.
She did not need to have the first-day-of-school stomach ache; we had them for her.

Summer Hiatus Comes to an end

2006-08-07T15:55:00.000-07:00

When school is out, I am on hiatus. This means, to me, lack of a structured schedule. But, with school one week away, my hiatus is ending.
It has been a summer unlike any other in my life. Travel to the Florida Panhandle was amazing and we have menus taped to our refridgerator to remind us daily. We loved it from start to finish and discuss when we can return.
The MLB All-Star Game in Pittsburgh and AAA game in Toledo, Ohio were dream-like. We watch clips of Ryan Howard winning the Home Run Derby and have to pinch ourselves that we were there. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland was fantastic, and gave us a thirst to learn more about Bob Dylan.
A one-week excursion to Europe had high and low points. The chocolate and food in Belguim were spectacular, the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam showcased the artist's madness, while madness of another sort was evident at the nearby Anne Frank house. I gasped when I saw the infamous bookcase that blocked the entry to their upstairs hideaway.
London was a myriad of people, diverse cultures, surreal street markets, retracing the steps of the "Notting Hill" movie...I always say it is good to leave a place when there are more things to do than you have time to do. We just scratched the surface of London and will plan a return trip, we hope.
But school, and routine, and meetings and driving obligations loom. I have some great summer memories to get me through those days. Plus the re-emergence of Spinning classes in my life will help.

We Left A Piece of Our Hearts

2006-07-03T13:03:00.000-07:00

Last month we had the chance to visit the Florida Panhandle, a vacation destination my husband has hoped for. It was kind of last minute, but we got condos on the beach in Panama City Beach and Destin, and used Delta miles and flew to Pensacola. It was a long way to go, but hard to leave. The people were friendly; the food was amazing; the beaches were a combo of Hawaii, Cancun and Rio. Every day we talk about when we will go back. It was sobering for us "Yankees", as someone called me, to see the remaining damage from Hurricane Ivan, Katrina and others. The people are continually rebuilding and trying to make a living, despite Mother Nature. One woman said her husband wept at the sight of his century-old pecan farm destroyed.
The highlights -- Marina Oyster Bar in Pensacola, Pier 77 in Panama City Beach, Dewey Destin Seafood, dolphin cruise in Destin, floating on the waves.
It is not a question of will we go back, but when? Lots of folks from Lousiana, Georgia and Mississippi sure know a good vacation spot that they have kept to themselves.

Breakfast At Our House

2006-06-09T09:31:00.000-07:00

Creativity is the word these days for planning breakfast at our house, in order to accomodate different dietary requirements. Sadly, we are lacking the needed creative touch and are settled into monotony. Eating non-traditional breakfast foods for breakfast is a good idea, but shrimp rolls, herring, lentils, etc. just doesn't sound good with your morning coffee.
The birds that visit our yard, on the other hand, are enjoying a fresh, vegetarian breakfast buffet. The parent cardinal (big, red and gorgeous) eats my ripening tomatoes while perched on the contraption designed to scare birds away. It then goes to its tiny, scared baby sqwaking in the corner to feed it in mouth-to-mouth fashion. It is so cute and sweet that I cannot be mad at them for eating my tomatoes. I tried picking the partially-red ones so I could get them first, but now they are eating the green ones anyway. (Just a side-note, the other new gorgeous Cardinal in town (Matt Leinart) is welcome to join us for a non-traditional breakfast anytime as well.)
The quail families run through the garden, only stopping to peck at the beet and mustard greens. The lizards run through, eating the bugs, I guess.
I am enjoying watching our mini-verison of the ecosystem, even at the expense of a few tomatoes and lots of water.

Today, June 4, 2006

2006-06-04T21:19:00.000-07:00

Today was a special day in so many ways. It is one year since my daughter's Bat Mitzvah, a magnificent day on which she shined and we were proud. As Dr. Weil pointed out, today marks the 19th anniversary of National Cancer Survivors Day, a symbolic day intended to demonstrate that a cancer diagnosis doesn’t necessarily mean that our life is all behind us. And that is cause for celebration, as one of my goals for surviving was to be able to participate as my daughter celebrated her milestone. I hope to be part of many more milestones in her life and help her navigate her teenage years.
Today my husband and I reflected (and smiled) about our recent vacation where we explored somewhere new and different, as well as got up close and personal with dolphins. I wandered around my vegetable garden marveling at the fact anything could grow when it is 113 degrees. We tried to cool off in the pool, gleefully shopped at our neighborhood Trader Joe's and cooked a feast of many favorite foods for dinner.
All in all, it was a good day, and I am thankful for everything.
Tomorrow, I look forward to starting the day using my new Foxgloves Garden Gloves, part of a fun-filled gift package from my cousin. My first task in the new gloves will be harvesting the beets and spaghetti squash.

You Know You Need More To Do If...

2006-05-22T17:55:00.000-07:00

You know you need more to do if --
- you do a dry swiffer on your walls. It was fun, but amazing how much dust was on the walls??
- you actually tell someone that once you use an iPod that you can't go back to a cassette player or portable CD player due to the fact that they are so bulky and hard to manage when on an elliptical trainer;
- you lament the service in the "old days" at Nordstrom. I have large feet and have shopped there for over 40 years. They used to care about helping you find the shoes you wanted. (Note: after I did comment, I received a personal note from London Edwards, a nice salesperson in Scottsdale Men's Shoe Department thanking me for my business) Yes, Men's Shoes. Like I said, I have large feet.
- you go outside every few hours to see if the cucumber plants sprouted any cucumbers yet, or if any of the other vegetables or herbs are getting too much sun.

CliffsNotes For Life

2006-05-06T22:27:00.000-07:00

The other night in Fry's Electronics we saw a huge rack of laminated pages, on all sorts of topics that attracted our interest: knitting, crocheting, use of different software programs, asthma, diabetes, to name a few. I rushed home to look up quickstudy.com and found that they are the largest source for laminated reference guides (is it a huge demand?) on all sorts of topics. Categories are business, home, medical, academic, computer and there are over 350 different topics. The website says they are quick study guides. They range from menus to any subject you would want to study or hobby you want to start -- I saw quick menu ideas, use of different herbs and spices and that barely scratched the surface.
The whole idea struck me as CliffsNotes for life. Perhaps memorizing all of them would be a good SAT preparation. All I know is that I am curious to go back and look at them again. Who could not find one or two that they could not live without? What a great gift idea for someone with a hobby or interest. To look at them, go to
http://www.barcharts.com/default.asp?page=charts&pg=quickstudy

My Camera Phone

2006-05-02T09:17:00.000-07:00

I did not plan on getting a camera phone, but when my phone contract came up and I got a new, no-cost phone, I ended up with a camera phone -- only because the shape I liked had a camera in it. I did not expect to use it at all, but have surprised myself, and I think my family as well. I have photos of my family to attach to their phone numbers as Caller ID, World Baseball Classic festivities and close-ups of players, shots of the sidewalk vigils outside the house of the recent Seattle shootings, as well as my beloved cactus flowers. But, I don't send them to anyone (I tried once, actually, but it was too difficult for me to do.)
So, the headline "Few Camera Phone Users Send Photos" was no surprise to me. I like taking my personal pictures, quickly, with no hassle. But no one else will care about them. I did note that hundreds of people were taking camera phone photos at the World Baseball Classic Finals, but have no idea if they sent them off to someone, or just kept them stored to review or share later. It is a good way to mark a moment that you are enjoying, so when you are waiting somewhere you can flip through your photos like a photo album of good memories.
I guess that some of the carriers anticipated that cellphone users sending photos would be a revenue source. When I saw that photos received from a family member cost me 75 cents each on my Verizon bill, I requested that they not send me any more photos, rather than signing up for the pix service. I may not be the only one that feels that way. They are cute pictures, but not at that cost.
The full article is here:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/cmp/20060502/tc_cmp/187002419

An Uplifting Way to Create Awareness

2006-04-30T22:12:00.000-07:00

If I had known about the 70-mile chain of bras created in Cyprus, I would have been able to contribute. There are about 115,000 bras hooked together in an effort to heighten awareness about breast cancer. I have many bras of different sizes and types, from before and after breast cancer surgery. The headline "Women break bra world record" was a clever way to draw attention to the disease, and broke the previous record in Singapore.
I marvel at the unique ideas people have. One such idea is Ben's Bells, a small effort in Tucson, AZ. where handmade strings of bells are hung randomly, waiting for the right person to find them. They are in honor of Ben, a two-year old boy that died suddenly. His family started the twice-annual bell distribution to spread the bells, and thoughts of kindness to strangers who needed positive thoughts after a loss of their own. People are encouraged to write back with where they found the bells and how they helped them heal. The stories are amazing, and it is more fascinating that the bells seem to be found by those in emotional pain. Their goal was to make the world a kinder, gentler place. It is such a great, and simple, start.
Another idea was the collection of flip-flops to be distributed to children in Uganda. Their feet are cut from walking on rocks and glass, becoming infected. The simplest pair of flip-flops can change their lives.
Ideas of simple acts that change the lives of other are priceless. Is that what karma is? If not, it should be, in my mind that is. If only I could come up with some simple idea to help those penguins and polar bears affected by global warming and melting icecaps.

Lilacs -- I Love Them!

2006-04-23T20:03:00.000-07:00

There were big branches of lilacs today at Trader Joe's. Needless to say, since they are my favorite spring blossoms, I brought some home, sniffing them all the way. They make me remember every spring in Seattle as we had them in our yard. My cousin came off the plane last year with big chunks of her lilac tree to share with me, knowing how much I love them.
I was wondering about their aromatherapy significance, as it is difficult to find toiletries or candles with lilac fragrance.
It turns out that lilac smell is difficult to create, as is capturing the real fragrance. Why does the fragrance make me so happy? In one aromatherapy reference, "In The Secrets of Flowers" written by A. Stoddard Kull, the lilac is a symbol of the first emotions of Love. To find a lilac blossom with five instead of four corolla lobes means good luck. Some say the purple color denotes sadness and mourning."
All I can say is, that sure is a complex fragrance.

Make Every Day Earth Day

2006-04-22T21:00:00.000-07:00

The headline read "Make every day Earth Day" -- I decided to make that my motto. I try my best to conserve, to make a difference, in hopes of making up for those who do not. We celebrated today by donating old monitors to an electronics recycling drive by www.azstrut.org, a group of Arizona college students that collects, refurbishes and donates outdated electronics to organizations in need. We ate locally, with our salad from our very own (and nearby) garden. I was there when it started 36 years ago and hope to be here to contribute in the next 36 years.
My daughter had the opportunity to go on a desert Jeep ride last year. She came home, and I asked what she had seen. She replied, "lots of plastic bags." I can only imagine the birds, owls and other creatures negatively impacted by these horrible items. The City of Scottsdale says that plastic grocery bags are the No. 1 contaminant in the Curbside Recycling Program. At least, if you are not going to use paper bags, PLEASE dispose of them properly so we can keep our animals out of harm's way.

Seeing Your Progress While Housecleaning

2006-04-19T22:49:00.000-07:00

Anyone who knows me well knows that I hate housecleaning, and will procrastinate whenever possible. When I eventually do clean, I am very crabby and unpleasant. However, lately I have unearthed two cleaning tools that add some element of interest to my cleaning.
When I bought a Swiffer a few years ago, my daughter took the pole to use for a class on being an inventor. I located the pole recently and, lo and behold, my dry Swiffer is fantastic. I can push it around the house as I aimlessly wander about, cleaning at the same time. The BEST thing is that you can look at it and feel great about all the dirt you are picking up. I can only imagine the satisfaction of cleaning the floor with a wet Swiffer!
After much consideration, we bought a HEPA, bag-free Dirt Devil vacuum cleaner last December, and I just opened it. It is heavy, awkward, difficult to push, the on/off switch is in an inconvenient spot as a terrible design flaw, and my hips are bruised from attempting to shove it along when I cannot push it. That said, it was too late to return it as I do not think it is user friendly at all. Thus, I am using it and find that it does have one redeeming feature -- the ability to see the dirt collected in the clear, bagless container. It is amazing how much dirt you can collect with a vacuum strong enough to pull the tassels off the end of an area rug.
I LOVE seeing the dirt, but the bag-free feature is really not effective. When you empty the cannister, a good portion of the dust/dirt is sprayed around the area again, which means you should be emptying it outside. Someone with a dust allergy could use the vacuum and benefit from the results, as long as they did not have to empty the cannister.

Finally - Reality TV I Can Get Into

2006-04-18T19:35:00.000-07:00

The Learning Channel (TLC) has found a way for me to watch reality TV. "Shalom In The Home" is the story of an Orthodox Rabbi that travels around in an Airstream Trailer, helping families heal, solve their problems and bring peace to their lives (the meaning of Shalom is peace.) It is honest, captivating and charming, while being very realistic. Some of the interventions appear that they will be unfixable.
The show immediately after that also offers real family situations with lessons in family health, wellness and nutrition."Honey, We're Killing The Kids!" uses some high-tech method of aging kids to age 40, without changing their diets, exercise and lifestyle. This motivates the parents to participate in a three-week deal with a nutritionist that makes rules for each week and monitors enforcement, including a hidden camera at the junk food stash. At the end, the changes in each child and the family progress are reviewed. The family discusses carrying their lessons forward and how they have benefitted. It is reality at its best and worst --- we love it!

New Ways to be Non-Productive

2006-04-18T13:32:00.000-07:00

I have added two new hobbies recently that are wonderful, but also have added to my ability to be non-productive. I spend a great deal of time looking at (admiring) my new vegetable garden, noting what is growing, what needs water, etc. Until now, I did not understand the desire of folks to drop out of the business world to become organic farmers. The satisfaction of something actually growing is unbelievable.
It turns out you can also waste time monitoring the fermentation of your homemade sourdough starter. Within two days, it is already bubbling and expanding. I am pondering all the baked delights I can create when it is ready. Baking is not usually my forte, but this will be fun. A new, fantastic bakery has opened, at long last, in Phoenix (Simply Bread). I could not dare to think that I could come close to their superior breads, perfect in flavor and texture, reminscent of Acme Bread in Berkeley.
Add those to my existing timewasters of fiddling around with the pool, looking over the fence into my neighbor's yard, and rummaging in the mark-down bin at the grocery store...
Meanwhile, I have some other projects that need some attention, but they are not nearly as fun.

My Vegetable Garden

2006-04-14T14:35:00.000-07:00

I had talked about doing a vegetable garden and this year I did one. I bought a few starters but planted mostly seeds -- I planted them closer together than instructed as I could not believe they would actually come up!! Unbelievably, I have two kinds of radishes, mustard greens and parsley -- which we used for the bitter herbs in our Passover Seder. Cucumbers, green onions, squash, beets, basil, multiple mints, peppers, a variety of tomatoes, lavender and dill are all in various stages of growth.
I hung CDs that come in the mail on string to wave around as the scarecrows, keeping birds out. They actually worked too!!! My plants are organic, with no sprays and nothing added, except the holes dug by a few quails seeking relief from the heat.
Each day, I run out to see what has popped up. My husband is delighted with each new sprout and requested more cucumber plants. I got those, plus two kinds of eggplant and red peppers, as they all have tags that say "Full Sun." That they will definitely get.
Who could have imagined how much fun I am having, now that I truly am a "farmer."

An Early, Violent Death

2006-04-01T22:29:00.000-08:00

This past week was full of emotion and grief, as a young family member was killed in the Seattle shootings last Saturday. My special cousin lost her son, and the family has rallied around her, as they did during his short life. Rabbi Ted Falcon, BetAlef Meditational Synagogue in Seattle, WA. had done the boy's Bar Mitzvah and rose to the challenge of saying something comforting at the funeral. His words were healing, while addressing the difficult, unexpected way that this life ended.
Looking for ways to cope with this as I go on with my life, forever changed by this, I found Rabbi Falcon's Weekly Letter to his congregation. He has summarized his thoughts, feelings and sadness so well that I just have to cut and paste an excerpt below. His weekly writings can be found at www.betalef.org and I will be reading them from now on. I want to thank him for writing something so poignant, something I will be reading over and over again as I sort out my own feelings.

from Rabbi Ted FalconTorah Portion for the week of March 26 – April 1,2006: Vayikra (Leviticus 1:1 – 5:26)
" It’s been a heavy week for me and for many. A very special young man whose Bar Mitzvah I had conducted eight years ago was among the seven killed in last Saturday’s shooting here in Seattle. Justin Schwartz’s funeral was Tuesday, but the weight of the event has remained with me. We are all aware that we live in a terribly violent world, but when that violence claims those we know personally, the experience is jarring,and the tearing affects us more sharply. Over these days, I have experienced a growing discomfort, and I knew this Weekly Focus had to waituntil I could get a handle on it. This morning it found me. What the moment of Justin’s death revealed to me is the degree to which I had been keeping the world’s pain at a distance. In order to go about my business, I had closed myself off from the daily anguish. There had just been too much for me. Perhaps it was Katrina’s legacy, perhaps the escalating deathsin Iraq, perhaps the genocide in Darfur – and these are just a few of the deep pockets of pain, loss, andgrief that are exploding in our world – at some pointI turned away. Justin’s death, at 22, was the event that opened me towhat I had been hiding from, to what I had beenavoiding. The truth is, we cannot avoid one feelingwithout inhibiting all feelings; we cannot depress ouravailability for pain without depressing ouravailability for rejoicing. In this week of opening, it is mostly the pain I amexperiencing. But I know that my willingness to meetgrief will serve me as a willingness to meet joy.Perhaps that will find me this Shabbat. Perhaps I willbe ready for it...
The entire sacrificial system in the ancient days was created as a means to draw near to God. Today, we sacrifice in other ways, and draw near toGod through prayer, through meditation, through study,and through acts of lovingkindness. Yet with so manymaking such great sacrifices these days, one wonders whether those, too, can serve to draw us near. Can we sacrifice the shells we have constructed around our hearts to protect us from the pain that is all around us? Can we sacrifice our turning away in favor of standing firm in the face of loss? Can we sacrifice our separation from each other? Can we sacrifice ouranger? Can we, finally, sacrifice our violence? All these sacrifices will draw us nearer to the Source of our Being. It may help each of us to consider what we need to sacrifice in order to step back into the orld where we might care for ourselves and for each other more abundantly." ......

I wish my cousin and her family peace. I wish that gun control could prevent such needless deaths.

"Take Five" Comes Alive

2006-03-24T11:23:00.000-08:00

Something about the announcement of Dave Brubeck performing with his sons intrigued me, so we had the good fortune to attend a performance by the jazz master himself, accompanied by two of his sons and a saxophone player from his Quartet. He played several of his pieces, with a twinkle in his eye. The piano ranged from being the strongest instrument, to being the backgroud or a chord used as an accent to fill in a break in the melody. His sons delighted in playing with him and surprising him with their drum or guitar improvizations. It was a delight when Dave Brubeck told of how and where the songs were written -- once knowing that, you could hear that in the music.
But, when he played the opening notes of "Take Five", it was with the energy and passion of a song he had just created, not one written in 1959. It came alive, and is something we will remember forever. He was so amazed by the drum performance of his son that he leaned forward over the piano. This man helped cross the racial barriers in jazz in the 1960s, when he had African-American musicians and refused to change when performing certain clubs or TV shows. He helped make jazz accessible for everyone with his magic fingers. I never knew you could do so much with a piano. It was like watching a special recipe being made: the piano was the crust holding the pie together, with layers of bass guitar, drum and saxophone blended over the top, all the while with the piano accenting the melody. It was delicious.
Dave Brubeck travels all over the world performing, up to 80 concerts annually. We are honored to have shared an evening with him.

Post-WBC Reflections

2006-03-22T21:21:00.000-08:00

It is a blur, but it was a blast. The semi-finals and finals in San Diego of the World Baseball Classic were a blend of cultural and national pride for the countries that made it -- Cuba, Dominican Republic, Korea and China. Flags, banners, signs, horns, face painting -- all the fans from the various corners of the globe shared their passions. Bands of traveling minstrels paraded around the stadium, drumming, cheering and revving up the crowd. I loved the fact that all the Latin American countries banded together in one traveling minstrel group at the finals, encouraging Cuba to win for all Latinos. The band from the Las Vegas show, "Havana Nights", drove down for the finals, and treated the crowds to continuous drumming and cheering for Cuba. They were about 3 rows behind us, so it was hard not to join in their enthusiasm.
Lots of cameras of all types (and camera phones galore) flashed whenever Ichiro batted; the fans loved Big Papi and Albert Pujols; the umpires got more than their share of boos (which they deserved.) The Cuban players kept throwing something out of the dugout, but we don't know what. Even the sedate Japanese team was so excited in the ninth inning that the umpires had to ask them to step back into the dugout.
It was hard not think about what politically was at stake for the Cuban players -- what would they get for winning, or maybe, what would they lose for losing? The South Korean President waived the mandatory two years of military service for 11 of the Korean players, so national pride and politics were at play, even if understated. After the game, a speeding police car followed by a van of men in beige suits made us wonder if one of the Cuban players decided not to go back.
I scored the last Cuba hat in the Padres gift shop after they said they were out, when I found one tucked inside another hat. Odd to be able to buy something that says Cuba, as well as see their flag flying with the American flag.
In the long run, what I remember most is the opening ceremony for the final game. A giant globe was in the center of the field, with the San Diego Symphony performing an original piece composed just for the event with a few lines of each national anthem. As the music played, flags in groups of the WBC rounds were raised. It was weird to see the Cuban and Japanese flags displayed front and center, since they are two countries with negative feelings about the US. Then fireworks exploded around the field, followed by a shower of strings of ribbon in the colors of the WBC logo. Needless to say, I brought home one of each, to drape around the house when we want to relive the memories. It was so many memories that it was overwhelming. The closing, award ceremony had fireworks as well, and the Cuban team went out on the field to congratulate the winners before receiving their silver medals personally from MLB Commissioner.
One forlorn fan had his Team USA jersey on and held a sign: "I am here for my country; where is my team?" That's how we felt about it too. Also would be curious, in about six months, to see a followup on how many of the various international players have ended up on MLB teams. We are looking forward to the next World Baseball Classic. Until then, only 4 days until our next spring training game.

MVP = Class + Heart + Cash

2006-03-17T09:43:00.000-08:00

Being an MVP for the Phoenix Suns means more than just a title for Steve Nash. He obviously loves someone very much that was born in Paraguay. The following news caught my eye as, having been there, there was a tremendous need for the ICU and medical unit, increasing the chances of survival for children born in Asuncion and the surrounding countryside. Wow, a person of character....

Nash spends endorsement cash on Paraguay hospital

Paul Coro The Arizona Republic Mar. 16, 2006 12:00 AM

It's not just that Steve Nash is the reigning Most Valuable Player and favorite to become the eighth player in NBA history to repeat.And it's not just that a Canadian computer company called one of its systems the "MVP" because Nash pitched it in commercials.It's what he did with the fees he received for a rare corporate endorsement. Nash did commercials for MDG, a Canadian computer company, and used his pay to cover half the costs of a new intensive care post-operative pediatric cardiology ward in Paraguay. Nash paid for the other half, too.

There was no neonatal care unit or operating room at Hospital del Clinicas in Asuncion, Paraguay, where his wife, Alejandra, grew up. He said it was one of the most fulfilling things he has ever done."This is paramount for the children," said Nash, whose charitable foundation targets youth causes. "The kids either have to fly to Brazil or, unfortunately, a lot of them die."

National Pride in World Baseball Classic

2006-03-13T08:01:00.000-08:00

My thoughts are varied after attending all six games in World Baseball Classic Round 1, Pool B in Arizona, not to mention three exhibition games with WBC teams. Yes, it is a big blur, but a good one. My reflections have been on the tremendous demonstrations of national pride that have emerged.
Mexican fans are draped in flags, have their faces painted, adorned in all sorts of clothing with the colors of Mexico's flag. There is also cheering, singing, horns playing, doing the waves, clapping and unabashed excitement at being part of this event. The usher at Chase Field agreed that we had never seen so many photos taken, of people in front of home plate, ranging from disposable cameras, phones and videocameras.
Canadian fans are more subdued, wearing the red and white, taking photos, with a few cheers for their country. There were folks decked out in all sorts of odd hats and shirts. I wonder who has the concession to make jester caps for every nation's flag colors??? And, who would buy them?
South Africa -- those young players went home with a piece of my heart. They played their best (when we wished them good luck in their game against Team USA, one player replied "we will do our best.") And they did throughout the tournament, going winless but their pride carried them through the tournament. They attended all the games in which they were not playing, were very well-behaved and appreciative of fans seeking photos or autographs. The supporters were enjoying the moment as well. As they were losing 14-0, a group of fans in South African flags and cricket uniforms paraded through Scottsdale Stadium cheering, with the flag waving proudly in the wind. I can make no excuses for the USA fan behind me who hollered a politically-insenstive comment as they passed. But, when his friends asked him to tone it down, he replied "I stayed up all night planning my comments and intend to use them."
USA fans -- they were there, they were cheering, but I must admit that I always go for the underdogs. Of the USA players, two stand out as approachable and available for their fans, signing at each game -- class act Derrek Lee, who is an amazing first baseman, and Johnny Damon -- cuter in person than you could even believe.
I overhead a MLB official say that the demonstration of pride at the games of Caribbean nations was even more exhuberant. I cannot wait until next weekend.

I Admit I am Starstruck

2006-03-08T10:00:00.000-08:00

I have to admit I am starstruck at the World Baseball Classic. Up close and personal, at Scottsdale Stadium, we are about 30 feet from Damon, A-Rod, Jeter and Street. I even used my new camera phone to snap photos as souvenirs. Our seats are in the area with scouts, managers, team owners and, yes, Hall of Famers. It allows me to continue my favorite sport of spotting World Series rings. Last night I saw my first guy with three rings! I have discovered a "scout" ring, with a blue background and one single diamond in the center. It was my first sighting of two Cardinals rings.
What I don't understand is fans jeering at A-Rod, screaming out "you suck" ,various comments about his sexual orientation and boos -- my husband says it is because he is not playing for Dominican Republic team. It is reminscent of the games on the east coast, where everyone yells "you suck". I don't get it, but I think they are just jealous that they are not out there playing baseball for milllions of dollars. Damon, got screams of "traitor", but most of the crowd loved him; he loves them and signed everything for everyone. The flashbulbs flash most for A-Rod, with a close tie for second with Jeter, Damon and Griffey, Jr. Flashes were rampant for Roger Clemens as well.
At Chase Field, I was in the crowd waiting over the USA Team dugout for players to come out -- and ended up on the big screen where they play my beloved relish races. I loved the little clips they made for the World Baseball Classic (spinning globes instead of hats, three balls running around the map to each country in a race past all their flags). I am touched by the ceremonial hat exchange that follows the playing of the various National Anthems. I screamed and cheered so furiously for South Africa that I was asked if I was South African. I replied that they were playing their hearts out, we had met some of the parents and I was cheering for them as underdogs. Unlikely that they will move on, but they are sure trying.
We have a new family favorite -- Vinny Castilla. We spotted him and his teammates, still in uniform, in the bleachers at the Canada-South Africa game. Yes, they were sizing up their competition, but smiling, having a great time and soaking up the whole event. Kind of the same thing we are doing...

South Africa: It's In The Wind Today

2006-03-06T18:00:00.000-08:00

South Africa is in the air the past few day. "Tsotsi" won the Best Foriegn Film Oscar; Charlize Theron (South African-born) was nominated for Best Actress. Yesterday, at the Giants-Team USA event, the coach and some players from the South African team in the World Baseball Classic sat near us as they soaked in the moment. The afternoon before, however, they were the center of attention as they played the Oakland A's.
The South African team was enthusiastic and excited to be at the ballpark. Every player was standing in the dugout during the entire game, despite the score 14-1. They played their hearts out. Their few fans and family members cheered them on, waving little flags and wrapping themselves in flags. The two coaches talked during the game, perhaps discussing Oakland's hope to not embarrass their earnest rivals.
At the end, Coach Rene Lachman led his team to do a full team handshake with the South African team; it spanned the entire diamond and demonstrated tremendous class and diplomacy. There was also a hug for South Africa's pitching coach, Lee Smith. The Giants were not so classy with Team USA, so that Team USA did their own handshake line. That was weird, but it was Oakland's Coach that led his team over.
After the game, we waited at the bus, with family and friends. They were delighted to share their South Africa baseball stories with us as some people gathered autographs and photos. The mom of one player said he was so happy to be at the Classic, elated by all the free Coke he could have and a locker full of new baseball gear. He was thrilled to be part of this, no matter how long they last in the tournament. I cannot help but think that the contrasts of life in South Africa, with the racial and economic issues portrayed in the Oscar-winning movie, make such dramatic extremes for the players and their families (or for that matter, the two young stars of the film that attended the Academy Awards ceremony).
The World Baseball Classic will be a few weeks that these players remember forever; their enthusiasm and genuine delight will be something I remember as well. I look forward to the Team USA game vs. South Africa on Friday and hope that their moments of playing with A-Rod, Jeter, Damon, Utley and Street will be memorable.

A Retail Store

2006-03-06T16:07:00.000-08:00

The string cheese package has riddles on each piece: the riddle on the one I ate had "Where does a monkey go after they lose their tail?" (answer above). But, if the monkey goes, they should be patient while waiting. We went to Radio Shack today to buy an obscure replacement battery. The young man working there had 3 customers ahead of us and he had to also take inquiries about products on the phone. Two of the people in line were older customers that had been given hand-me-down electronics (cameras) by their children, obviously when they were upgrading. The salesclerk had to find the parts they needed, install them and then do detailed explanations. The third guy in line was rummaging in some replacement parts bins, put his intended purchases on the counter and waited. He obviously grew impatient, wandered about and ultimately left, with, as my husband said, "a five-finger discount". When it became our turn to be waited on, the clerk looked around for the parts the previous guy had left behind and then focused his attention on us. They did not have the part, but we left with a part number to use at other Radio Shack stores and some empathy for the young man, who was working hard, courteous, trying to please the customers --- he probably had a frustrating afternoon.

Olympics I Could Get Into

2006-03-04T21:56:00.000-08:00

I have never been a fan of The Olympics. Don't get me wrong -- I admire the ambition and drive of the athletes to compete for their country -- but I am not interested in watching the events. But, now, reading about the Knitting Olympics -- I see an Olympic event that I could be interested in. I recently took a knitting class with my daughter, so we would have something we could do together and knit items for the homeless, children's hospitals or other groups in need. It was also something I felt would be a practical use of odd periods of time, while waiting here and there.
The idea of the Knitting Olympics was very creative. The event was to start a difficult project during the opening ceremonies, work on it throughout the games and complete it during the closing ceremonies. An admirable goal, in which 4000 people in 22 countries participated, many neglecting their jobs and families to achieve their goal. It started from an idea on a popular knitting blog and spread rapidly around the globe. Good activity for all the armchair athletes around the world, and, best of all, there was no drug testing required. I do admit that I am often overwhelmed by the stories of human drama surrounding the Olympics.

Let The Good Times Roll

2006-03-02T18:52:00.000-08:00

Last fall, during Fall League baseball, we were handed a small card promoting the World Baseball Classic coming in March. It was on our calendars from then on, though not very well known to others at that time. Yes, we bought tickets to all the Arizona games and the semi-finals and finals in San Diego the minute (really) they went on sale. Actually, there was a glitch and MLB did not release the tickets as promised at 10:00 a.m., so I called every 10 minutes until they were available, taking a total of two hours. I was very friendly with the accessible operator by the time we were done.
That time was well spent as it all starts in the next few days. We both have our new WBC clothing --me a t-shirt with the logo, my husband has 12 shirts with country logos for those that had them online last month and I even got two assorted caps. We will be decked out and grinning from start to finish.
Our seats in Scottsdale are 9 rows up, behind home plate, close enough to actually look at major stars up close. The seats in Chase Field are great, but not quite so up close and personal. San Diego, well, we will be up close in more ways than one as we happen to be staying in the media hotel. As I said, let the good times roll. I will delight in seeing my husband run trying to catch it all on film.

A Big Break?

2006-02-18T19:38:00.000-08:00

Anyone who has ever been in a band hopes for the big break, being discovered and the dream of becoming the next hot phenomena. Several "garage bands", comprised of high school and college students in Arizona are getting their shot -- courtesy of the Circle K Tempe Music Festival. Today, six bands played three original songs at Desert Ridge Marketplace. The same will be repeated over the next few weeks, whittling down semi-finalists to a show on COX 7, "Cox Rox" where viewers can vote for their favorites. Five bands will perform at the Music Festival, with the winner opening for John Mayer on April 1.
We got there early, had front row seats and watched these musicians perform. They played their hearts out, carting their gear in and out of the stage in the middle of the mall. Their parents carried amps and speakers; friends helped cart guitars, drums and assorted gear. The small crowd was mostly family and friends cheering them on -- taking pictures and sharing the concert via cellphones. Their energy and enthusiasm was contagious. Parents and grandparents rocked along with them, mouthing the words, supporting and encouraging their dreams. It was hard not to rock with their songs when they tried so hard. Some of the bands will go on to the next stage, others will not. But, no matter what, they touched their dreams today, and that is what this was all about. We are looking forward to going back for the other rounds and look forward to seeing who gets big break.

I Don't Think So

2006-02-16T18:50:00.000-08:00

Accept no substitutes -- there is only one "Rat Pack", as epitomized in the original "Ocean's Eleven". The headline in the paper today said "Country Rat Pack", explaining that a trio of country stars is touring the nation as the Country Rat Pack, sporting a nifty name for a solid group of Nashville's second-stringers with a twangy sound. Whatever or whomever they are, they cannot duplicate the charm, kitsch and chemistry of the real deal.

Westminster Dog Show

2006-02-14T21:20:00.000-08:00

Luckily, we happened on the finals of the Westminster Dog Show on television tonight. We love watching and cheering for these champions, picking favorites and poking fun at the announcers and handlers. The winner was not our first choice -- we liked the Dalmation and the Scottish Deerhound personally. I cannot help but think of the contrast in the lives of homeless people and animals on the street who have no food, shelter or medical care, when these dogs are treated as royalty.
We will likely never have a dog in our house again, but dreams of Andy, the Retriever will be around for awhile. The dog show, though not as funny as with Fred Willard in "Best In Show" is a wonderful diversion from reality. We did try to get a Doberman a few years ago, after watching a red Dobie, Indy, win the Westminster. He was not the right dog for our house and it ended sadly for us --- but the dog is happy and a champion himself.

Super Bowl 40 Commercials

2006-02-07T06:25:00.000-08:00

We planned ahead for Super Bowl XL -- think of how rarely you use Roman numerals. I originally wrote XXXX, but that looked weird, so I changed it back to Super Bowl 40.
Anyhow, Super Bowl commercials were a big deal in our house. We staked out our chairs, armed with rating sheetings and pens. We were so busy watching commercials that we did not eat all the snacks planned for the event. As a Seattle-born viewer, I was saddened by the game calls and outcome.
My favorite commercial was predictable, since I met "Duke" at a traveling Clydesdale road show in Seattle 20 years ago -- yes, the young Clydesdale pulling (or so we think) the cart aided by two big horses, unseen to the parents. I cried as it was so sweet. I am hoping that our summer travel plans include a visit to one of the Clydesdale stables around the country in search of the little horse.
The Dove commercial, aimed at young women and their self esteem was excellent. I deal daily with those topics (weight, being different, popularity, fitting in) with my daughter and her friends -- they hit the topic right on. We all have to do whatever it takes to keep our teens from doing self destructive behavior.
The revolving refridgerator reminded me of the scenes in "Blast from the Past" and was a favorite until forced to eliminate some of my choices by my fellow reviewers. It got bumped by the choreguys on the roof as it was so clever and elicited a laugh.
Overall, my ratings were based on whether they were original and made me laugh or cry the first time seen. The one about working with jackasses was just plain funny as it is so true for so many people -- who has not worked with a bunch of jackasses?

The Heimlich Maneuver

2006-01-25T22:27:00.000-08:00

I had the honor of talking to Dr. Heimlich himself when he was on a local radio talk show. Everyone knows that the famous, and easily done, maneuver is the way to dislodge food from a person that is choking. But, did you know that the same procedure works for reducing an asthma attack? The maneuver opens up the airways. So, it dislodges food or pushes out the mucous that blocks the airways into the lungs during an asthma attack. And, as he told me when I asked about the use during an asthma attack -- if the mucous is blocking the air from getting into the lung, it is also blocking the medication from the asthma inhalers. He was saying that there is currently research going on to find out if an asthma sufferer performs the maneuver as prevention daily, it could reduce the frequency of asthma attacks. How cool is that? All the info is available at the following website: http://www.heimlichinstitute.org/howtodo.html.
Best of all, the Heimlich can be easily done by any one of any size. Interestingly enough, you can also do the maneuver on yourself or by using the back of a chair if need be.

Global Warming

2006-01-20T14:44:00.000-08:00

Global warming is not a new topic for me to think about, but it is still disturbing for me. I read that some tiny tree frogs in Costa Rica are now going extinct (they think 122 species are already gone) because the global warming is encouraging growth of a tree moss that is poisonous to the frog. So more moss grows, the frogs eat them, and so the story goes.
Everyone knows that "The March of the Penguins" is a documentary film about the breeding habits of the penguins returning to ice caps -- but do you know that these are shrinking annually due to, guess what, global warming? If you saw the movie, you will never forget the sadness of the fathers at the ruined eggs or mothers when their chicks did not survive the cold in their nesting spots on their feet.
The film crew went to document the penguins, with the intent of showing the impact of global warming in a way that people could relate to. Ski resorts without snow are a bit closer to home, but no less disturbing. Can we change what we have started? Well, since people STILL litter while driving or throw lit cigarettes out the window, we are doomed. And so are those cute penguin babies and tiny tree frogs.

Vintage Automobiles

2006-01-08T20:53:00.000-08:00

This morning, on the way to exercising, I saw a Model T driving down the street. This time of year, around the time of the annual Barrett-Jackson Classic Car Auction (and other car events), you start seeing lots of old cars coming out of people's garages and out on the road. It is sunny and warm, not too hot, and perfect convertible weather. I like seeing all the old cars, as they are well-cared for, shiny, in good shape, and often brightly colored. I will miss seeing all the old cars ready for auction at Rawhide, particularly those old pickup trucks. I respect that people put so much time and effort into maintaining their cars. They are part of our pop-culture past and a fun trip down memory lane. I would love to go gawk at the cars and celebrity car collectors that attend, but, I must confess -- I would not recognize most of them without my husband's help.

New Year's Day Blogging

2006-01-01T14:34:00.000-08:00

As we wandered about town today in 70 degree weather, we were in search of the two teams playing in the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl game tomorrow -- Ohio State and Notre Dame. We gawked our way through the host hotels for each team, looking at players, their families and friends, fans and souvenir goodies. We saw more players, including the quarterback of Notre Dame at the Scottsdale Plaza Resort, noting some really big tennis shoes by the edge of the pool and spa, which were packed as it is probably at least 60 degrees warmers than their home town in Indiana. I noted one player, at the Tostitos Bowl, eating a big bag of Doritos. Seems like for the weekend he could have changed brands?
On the way home we stopped for some groceries, and I encountered "Santa Sweets", a little cherry tomato. The package sported Tom, Matt and Otto, wearing Santa hats which, of course, made it necessary for me to buy these sweet, non-squirty morsels. It lead me to their website (www.santasweets.com) where I was delighted to discover a company that gives back to its community as well as growing interesting products. Some of their sun-dried Santa Sweets and ugly ripe heirlooms will be winging their way here very soon.
I love finding new food products -- off to a good start this year!

"Slow Down and be safe"

2006-01-01T10:01:00.000-08:00

Those were the words from the policeman that gave me a warning as I was speeding down our nearby road, which I know is monitored closely on weekends. I had no real excuse for going fast, but, since I found my current insurance card, he issued a warning to "slow down and be safe."
That could be the message for my 2006 -- a warning I will take to heart, since it came early on Jan. 1, 2006 when I was headed out to pick up my daughter after yet another sleepover.
Our year ended with a comedy show and wonderful, casual bbq dinner at BBQ City in Mesa and the year ahead holds much to look forward to. This may include seeing Sinbad a week before pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training. Will it yield a Barry Bonds sighting like the Cedric show did?
Life is good when your end-of-the year excitement is going to different Walgreen's stores to find out where the pharmacy staff that we used to like at our closest store may have relocated. I know it sounds silly, but, as often as we visit Walgreen's, a friendly and accomodating pharmacy staff makes a big difference. We also went looking for the Notre Dame and Ohio State football teams, practicing before the Fiesta Bowl. We are not alums at either school, but that search continues today, while we drive slowly and stay safe, of course.

Regional Olympic Qualifying Baseball Tournament

2005-11-19T16:06:00.000-08:00

Arizona hosted six teams in a Regional Olympic Qualifying Baseball Tournament -- we attended a game today between Panama and Guatemala. We saw most of the USA team and many of the Canadians during Fall League, so we opted for a Central American matchup. There were about 50 people in the stands, not counting the players, many of them fellow citizens of the players. The flags were flying; the national anthems played; the game was underway. Panama had many hits -- Cesar Quintero, #21, the catcher for Panama was a very fine looking young man, who hit each time at bat and one was a homerun out of the park. Both TV and radio stations from Panama were excitedly carrying the game live. When the call came to the media booth from Panama, the announcer answered it: "Hola, Yankee Stadium", with a big grin. Well, their national hero must be Mariana Rivera.
On the other side of Phoenix Muni, Guatemala was warming up their entire pitching staff, which they needed. But, #23, Aroldo Alvarez, was not in view -- a fellow fan said he was her favorite as "he is clean-cut and flashes a winning smile that says "I am glad to be in America."
That is probably true, after I read that 285,000 people are homeless and hungry following Hurricane Stan in Guatemala. There are international efforts to bring food to this impoverished nation, which lost its crops in the flooding. People are housed 10 to a room in make-shift shelters, awaiting arrival of plastic tents from the US. Over 200,000 children are at risk of starvation. The story about the poor living conditions and starvation follows: http://www.macon.com/mld/macon/news/world/13200702.htm.
The contrast of being on an Olympic-hopeful team playing in Arizona is truly a million miles away from home and their daily realities. It is unlikely these Guatemalans will make it to the next round of play, but they are playing with their hearts and those of their hungry nation.
And, yes, there were two scouts and one World Series ring was sighted.

Retail Shopping in 2005

2005-11-19T09:30:00.000-08:00

We had a retail shopping experience last night that left us shaking our heads. I had multiple emails from Kohl's promoting the "A to Z" sale this weekend, with extended hours. An oversized postcard arrived in the mail, increasing my excitement to go look for new jeans for my husband. There was a big sale insert in the Sunday paper as well as another promotional insert in the Wednesday paper. In short, the promotional dollars to attract shoppers to this sale were huge.
But, it worked; we went. The selection of merchandise was plentiful; there were quite a few shoppers browsing about. I found a pair of jeans on the 80% off rack that ended up being the only item we were going to purchase.
A line of six or more shoppers waited at the one open register. There were two loudspeaker calls for "all available cashiers." After about 10 minutes, two strolled over. One opened a line; the other helped the cashier already open. We made our purchase and the gentleman that helped us was very nice. We arrived home with our purchase, to find the following:
1. My daughter did not like the way the jeans fit me;
2. The security sensor on the pants was not removed (and did not activate the alarm upon departing the store) and,
3. I was given a "tell us what you think today!" feedback survey request about our shopping experience. Gosh, do you think I will fill it out? I really like Kohl's, but the experience yesterday will definitely keep my husband from going there again.

Like I Said

2005-10-19T08:46:00.000-07:00

The review in the Arizona Republic was like I said....we knew what we were going to see when we got there. And we were not disappointed.
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/music/articles/10191018eaglesrev.html

The Eagles In Concert Again (Not the football ones!)

2005-10-18T13:48:00.000-07:00

I am still smiling from the excitement of "The Eagles" concert last night. Yes, it was the third one in three years --- but I listen to them every day when I exercise and am in my car. I get a thrill seeing my favorite songs performed live. So what if it is the same comments and jokes as the last two concerts? The audience demographic at the event in the Glendale Arena (AZ) skewed to middle age -- and the performers themselves are showing signs of aging and appear to be a bit road-weary. In fact, Glenn Frey said, "Are there any young people in the crowd tonight? If so, your parents had some great friends. Us!" They proceeded to play for over three hours, with their signature three encores, ending with the traditional "Desperado." I did not want the lights to go on or the evening to end. And if you offered me tickets for the show here in two weeks, I'd be there all over again.
Oddly, "The Eagles" were not even mentioned in passing in the story below "That Old Time RockNRoll Still Reels in Fans." The arena was sold out; people are pricing tickets very high on auction sites -- someone else is buying them besides me. I know that I saw alot of other oldies, as my daughter calls them, singing along with their old friends last night.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/20051018/en_usatoday/thatoldtimerocknrollstillreelsinfans