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{December 19, 2010}   Day 87 – Bad blogger…moi

Ok, so I am hanging my head in shame, I had listed on my 40 by 40 list that I was going to write and post a blog every day and here I sit at day 87 and I may have posted about 20 so far, maybe less, how is that living up to my goal? I thought I had to write something profound each time and I realize, after seeing some other posts [daily posts that is] that it doesn’t have to be profound, just something [ok, most of those are picture posting blogs, but still…]. I am a writer by trade and I, in my swiss cheese brain thinks you should read something terrific every day, not so. I am still going to write movie reviews and book reviews, but some days it might be just a thought, so consider it some light reading for you!

Today I am sitting on the sofa, waiting for someone to show up for my open house [I am trying to sell my SLAH products and if it doesn’t work, I will be going to Craig’s List and EBAY next, beware]. One of my goals on my list is to take a French class, well, MR.B, my teacher of French [as my dad liked to point out, you are a “Teacher Of…” not a …Teacher [i.e. if you were from France, then you would be a French Teacher, but if you are American, then you are a Teacher OF French, get it?] Well.. Mr.B said that I don’t really need to take a class, not because I am so proficient in my mastery of the French language, but because I have a basic knowledge of the language and I am looking to be able to carry on a conversation, not just conjugate verbs.

Side note, before I was in Paris last, I had done some refresher for myself, listened to some tapes, bought a guide to brush up, but when I got there, things came flooding back, it was so cool. Everywhere I went “I know what that means” “I recognize that!” it was awesome! I knew enough to get by, to ask for some things, up to a point and no one questioned my level of comprehension until I asked them to slow down or repeat themselves, which was very cool in and of itself. Now, I want to be able to complete an entire conversation or listen to a guide or watch a movie without subtitles or assistance, maybe even help or teach someone else. Another thing I did to prepare for my trip was to change my GPS to French, that was very cool, every little bit helps!

Ok, back to whatever I was saying… MR.B told me to look into The Pimsleur Method [http://www.pimsleur.com/] and I did! Merci Beaucoup Monsier B!  Got one set from the library and ELW got me the rest, my library only had part of the package. I loaded them on my phone and I have been listening and practicing every day in the car. I can ask you if you understand English, French, are you American and would you like something to each or drink? Ooo la la! Now, I am changing everything I can in French, i.e. movies, to get some practice.

On that note, right now I am watching The Muppet Christmas Carol in French! I love this movie to begin with, it was the first Muppet Movie that came out after Jim Henson died and the first done by his son, a fine job if I do say so myself. I watched it a few weeks ago, in English and now in French as I sit here writing. I am getting some of it, probably because I know the dialog, but I’m a hopeful girl that some of it is because I really understand it!  I do know that they did a great job with the Muppet voices. [although this scene has Belle singing in English, not sure why they didn’t translate this into French].

Thank you for bearing with me and reading my posts, I do enjoy the comments and feedback!

écoutez et répétez mes amis: au revoir et ayez un beau jour [goodbye and have a  good day!]



{December 1, 2010}   A very Happy Chanukah for me

Tonight is the first night of Chanukah, so those of you who don’t know me, now know I’m Jewish, hi. [Funny side note… I didn’t capitalize Jewish and my options were Jewish and Newish, hmmm]

Ok, so why am I writing about Chanukah, aside from the fact that it is a wonderful holiday filled with amazing stories and memories and spirituality? Well, yeah that too. I do have some amazing memories from when I was a child through adulthood. I remember being a kid and my christian friends being jealous that I got eight nights of presents, I always looked at them funny, ‘don’t you get a bunch of presents at Christmas’? well, yeah, ok, so mine are just spread out!

As you may have guessed by some of my writings, I am divorced, no duh. I’m not quite ready to share any particulars with you here today, but it happened over two years ago, in fact, I believe I was divorced on my birthday 2008, nice, huh? Well… let’s just say that 2008 was not my favorite year. I couldn’t seem to bring myself to celebrate anything, my birthday was sort of by force, my dad flew me up to spend a week with him and that was fantastic, I loved it, but if I had been home, I don’t know what I would have done. Thanksgiving was with the family up north, good plan again. Then came Chanukah… my family sent me some fantastic gifts, well, I assumed they were fantastic at the time and I say assumed, because I didn’t open but one gift and the only reason I opened that gift was that I was on the phone with my sister and I opened one of the gifts she gave me, from my niece EJS, how could I not open it, but… I didn’t light one menorah, I say one, because I have a collection.

Let’s digress… My menorah collection. It started when I moved to GA, my mother sent me with one from when I was a kid, it had the Maccabees on it, then I had the one I got from the Hillel [The Foundation for Jewish Campus Life] in college and then my ex gave me one to paint, very cool and here and there I have purchased a few, but, like most collections, people have given me some great ones. [I will make an addendum to this posting after Friday when I have opened the box with all the menorahs and light them!]. Most recently, my sister gave me a VW bus and a stained glass garden, my dad gave me one with cats and mice and another one of a motorcycle made of wrapped wire. What will they think of next? I made one for EJS out of FIMO, barnyard animals, TOO cute! Next year, her new sister, MGS will get her own. Mine is a collection that I am happy to add to each year, I will never turn one away and I know I will treasure each and every one of them and the best part, I will remember each person who gave me the menorah.

Back to why tonight is so special. As I mentioned, 2008 was a wee bit difficult for me. When it came time to celebrate Chanukah, I couldn’t. I couldn’t light one candle on a menorah, I just didn’t have the heart to do it. I love Chanukah, spending the time together each night, ensuring that we are together to light the lights and wish each other a Happy Chanukah, exchange a hug and or a kiss and then exchange a token with each other. Chanukah gifts don’t have to be extravagant, the next one doesn’t have to be bigger and/or better than the last, something I had to teach my ex about right from the beginning. When I was growing up, there were times I got things I needed, could have been socks and underwear, ok, let’s be real, they were more likely Underoos and who didn’t love Underoos [am I dating myself?], but it could also be a book, a game or a piece of jewelery, whatever it was, it came from the heart and the person giving the gift really took the time to think about what someone else might want. I remember torturing my mom one year, I bought the tiniest star necklace and thought it would be funny to wrap it and wrap it and wrap it… you get the picture.

When we were kids, we loved the fall festival at school, that meant a chance to bring our money with us to buy things for our families, it may have been junk, but it was something we thought mommy and daddy would just HAVE to have! Kind of like bringing your mom a bouquet of dandelions, she loved them all the while knowing they were weeds, but we picked them for her and she loved them!

As a family, we would have one big gift as a family, such as one year… wait for it… a COMMODORE 64!!! We were stylin’! It came with the OKIDATA printer and the cassette tape recorder and the FLOPPY DISK! NOT the 3.5 inch, we’re talking the five and a quarter or the 8 inch floppy disks… ACK! Most years, it was tickets to the Nutcracker Ballet by the City Company at Lincoln Center in NYC. [One year, Macaulay Culkin played the prince, another year, one of the children yelled out “C’mon on!] and this was fantastic, we would go every Christmas Eve and watch a matinee and then go to Balloons across the street for dinner. One year, someone asked if I was in the production, I was tickled!

So, if by now, you don’t think that I have great memories of Chanukah as a child and into my adulthood, go back to the beginning and start reading this again! Chanukah has always held such a special place in my heart and my life, I really love to see all my menorahs set  up on the dining room table, presents piled up is fun too, but when the candles are lit all at once, especially on the last night… what a sight to behold!

Back to our originally scheduled programming. So, there the gifts sat, on my dining room table for a few nights, then I just couldn’t handle the sight of them, these included gifts from some very special friends as well, and into the closet they went and there they sat… Last year, I was with my family for another holiday and I told them I needed to tell them something important; I told them that their gifts were in a closet, that I just didn’t have the heart or strength to open them, that I didn’t even celebrate Chanukah that year, all of this with tears in my eyes. They were very understanding and told me they wondered why I hadn’t said anything to them about the gifts they got me, but it made sense to them now and it was alright, when I was ready I would open them. It was still hard for me to tell them.

Every time I would go into that closet, I would see that bag, sometimes I would avoid looking down, sometimes I would glance at the bag. I knew I needed to pull the bag out and open the presents, I just couldn’t. I remember thinking maybe I’ll meet someone who will help me pull out the bag and just open them. I’ve had friends offer. I once pulled the bag out, sat down and started crying and had to put the bag back into the closet, I just wasn’t ready yet.

Recently, I started making a real effort to get my house picked up, packed up and in general ready for living in again. If it sells, great, if not, great, I am going to make it mine, all mine. [Another post for another day]. I was in the foyer and I said to myself, [nod to Mr. Pignatelli] “Self, open that closet, take the gifts out and OPEN THE DAMN THINGS!” Ok, I heard you loud and clear, I’m doing it! So, there  I sat, on the floor in my foyer, cats walking in and around and I picked each one up and opened them, that’s when I found the three newest menorahs [cat & mouse, garden & motorcycle] and some other fantastic gifts, including… a Monopoly game! Imagine that [another post]. I even found a fantastic menorah from dear sweet neighbors who have moved, DB & LB a Votive Menorah, how cool is that! and a charming pair of silver hoop earrings, exactly what I have been looking for lately. I am a very lucky woman to have friends and family who are so patient with and kind to me. People have stood by me through the worst times of my life and have helped me get through those times. Opening those gifts was a huge step and even though some people had offered to hold my hand or just do it for me, I couldn’t let them, I had to do it in my own time, in my own way and on my own, but I could feel them all there with me.

So… that is why tonight was so very important and special. I was excited to get home tonight, even though it was way after sundown when i got home, I was excited. I decided to pull down the VW Bus menorah, I put it on the stove top and I pulled out two candles, got them ready, smiled HUGE while I lit the shammus, held it, said the blessing over the candles, cried a little while I did it and then lit the first night’s light and stood back and looked at the light and beamed, possibly brighter than the lights from the menorah. I did it, I took that first step at living again, celebrating something that means so much to me realizing that I took my life back [there have been other steps along the way, but this one was really big for me] and I am ready to take on the world.

The gift I opened was from my sister, a Kermit the Frog notebook and another Kermit the Frog note set: notebook, pencils, pencil sharpener and a clip, does she know me or what? See, something simple, but SO me!

This coming Friday I am having some friends over to share the Festival of Lights with me, we’re going to light the lights, everyone will have their own menorah and depending on how many people are there, they could each have more than one! We’ll have some latkes and applesauce, play dreidle, get some gelt and just enjoy each other and the miracle of the season.

To those of you who celebrate Chanukah, may it be joyous and sweet and filled with much love, laughter, latkes and naches.



{November 17, 2010}   The Transformers

I was cleaning out my office and I found a copy of The Transformers, unopened; happy birthday/Chanukah to me! When it was time to take a break from cleaning, and I am doing a bang up job at that [4 bags of garbage and a whole “mess” of shredding and a lot of stuff for the next yard sale] I decided to have some chow and watch the Transformers. I am so glad that I did!

Everything about this movie is just perfect. When I was a kid, I watched The Transformers cartoon, it was great, always having fond memories of it and definitely something I could talk to other “kids” about when I got older, ok, other geeks… When I heard that they were making a live action movie I was stoked, I had a really good feeling about it, it was going to be good. I am pretty accurate when it comes to predictions about movies and I will admit that i have been wrong a few times, but not this time.

I LOVE THIS MOVIE! As evident by the fact that I saw it in the theater three times and then it was one of the movies I got to see in the Bahamas for free, I can’t remember if it was once or twice. There was an opportunity this summer at Screen on the Green, a great event in our wonderful Piedmont Park. The Screen on the Green Series might be something you have in your own city, they have a giant movie screen in the park and people come with picnics and friends and families and there is usually some form of entertainment from a radio station and at sundown, they start the movie, and one of the movies this summer, The Transformers. So, I digress as I always do…

Back to our regularly scheduled programming…

I sat in the theater excited for the movie to begin and I was not disappointed in the least. I have to say that Shai LeBouf, despite his bonehead antics off the screen, has become a good action star. I enjoyed his character, the reluctant hero who steps up to the plate and saves the day, hell, saves the planet! Megan Fox was great [pre HUGE pouting lips that totally distracted me during the next movie] as the sexy, smart chick who can fix a car, every guys dream, right? Cedric the Entertainer was a strange addition to the mix, but he was only in it for a few minutes, if it was longer, i don’t think it would have been good.

Then… came Bumblebee, driving onto the lot, the beat up yellow Camaro with black racing stripes, auto-bot emblem in the steering wheel, and so it begins. The car chooses the driver, not the other way around. As much as I love beetles and we both know how much I do, I would have taken that Camaro in less than a heartbeat, strictly because it was Bumblebee! And then when they were in the tunnel and Megan Fox makes a comment about him transforming back into a p.o.s. Camaro, hurt his feelings and he comes back as a brand new 2007 Camaro, ooooooh, I would take one of those in a skinny minute!

What did it for me? Optimus Prime! OMG! He came down to earth and transformed and that was it for me! The coolest part, the Autobots [Peter Cullen is Optimus Prime] were voiced by the original actors, the Decepticons were mixed, original and new, Hugo Weaving was Megatron, was I in heaven? Absolutely! All the characters were perfect!

Some of my favorite moments? One was for my computer geek buds, when the little deceptibot was on Air Force One and they pulled the plug, he banged his head on the computer screen when it crashed. Then, when Josh Dummel’s character was making a call to the Pentagon and the operator was Indian call center operator. Sam Whitwickey’s parents were a riot, perfect in their roles and John Turturo, in a role that he was made for! What a goob!

A lot of action movies, especially ones that use computer generated [CG] effects, can seem hoaky and they seem to take forever, this one had none of that. Even when Josh Dummel’s character jumped on a crotch rocket and then slid on his back under one of the Decepticons to destroy it. Everything had a realist feel, never losing a moment of action, kept me riveted and, I will admit freely, choked up on occasion. When they had Bumblebee tied down, it was so sad, he was hurt and struggling, I wanted to jump through the screen, untie him and make everything better!

Could the soundtrack have been more perfect? Nope, don’t think so. It really is true that sound makes a movie, try to watch a movie without a soundtrack in the background,you feel oddly out of place. Am I gushing on this film, you’re darn tootin’ and it’s my blog, so there!

As I sit here watching this movie, i am riveted to my seat and I am loving it all over again, and I am sure I will watch it over and over and over again and never lose that sense of wonder and excitement, much as I get when I watch the Bad News Bears winning, I still get tense watching Luke Skywalker take off his computer to use the force to get that shot into the Death Star, Dorothy and friends are being chased into the tower of the Wicked Witch of the West’s castle, before she throws water on her and melts her [PLEASE tell me I’m not giving something away here!].

All in all, I was ‘transformed’  by this movie. Not sure what I was transformed to but it sounded good. I give this movie five headlights [get the auto reference?].



{October 17, 2010}   An uplifting experience

Today I had an uplifting experience, I had a bra-fitting. [Yes, fellas, I am indoctrinating you into a female ritual… enter if you dare]

It’s the latest rage, you need to know what size you should be wearing to keep the girls where they belong, not necessarily up by your chin, but definitely higher than your belly button, which is something I tend to see as women get older. There are so many different places you can go for a fitting, there are upscale stores where they actually measure and then make the bra by hand, you can go to a store like Intimacy “Bra Fit Stylists”, make an appointment first of course, then get fitted and they may have what works for you or they may need to order or even alter what they might have in house. You can go to someplace like Victoria’s Secret and get fitted, the experience is not the same, but they will tell you what size you should be wearing and buy something off their racks or online.

You don’t do like I used to do and just go to Wal-mart to buy one because it’s cheap, it’s ok, I am still wearing my purchased at Wal-Mart bra, I can only afford one “real” bra at a time! And us girls know that you should have at least 3 bras in your collection, one for wearing, one for washing and I keep wanting to say, one for sharing, but I know that’s not it! There was a sign in the fitting room that said “Like good religion, wash your bras on Sunday so you will be good for the week”.

There are bra-fitting parties, I have been to one. The consultant shows you how a bra should be worn, how to measure and then you get to try different ones on until you find the one that works for you. You also learn about maintenance of your bra, how to care for it, so it cares for you for a long time. That was a lot of fun, we cracked up over and over, it was definitely an experience!

A good bra is not an inexpensive purchase, but when you do purchase one, it does so much for you. It lifts you up, makes you stand a little taller and even smooths you out a little in the back, you know what I’m talking about…

So… EW and I were driving, and he knows how much I have always wanted to have a bra fitting, so we stop at a place, no, not on the side of the road, and we go in, he takes the customary seat, no he didn’t have to hold my purse, I don’t carry one, lucky guy and I went into the dressing room. dun dun dun…

I was told to disrobe on top down to my underthings, so I did and put on a robe while I waited for my person to come into the fitting room. She came in, I removed the robe, she looked at me and estimated, 36 – I said really? I didn’t think I was ready for 36 yet, but what they hey. Then I asked about the cup size, F, huh? Sure, whatever you say… Then I posed the challenge, I never wear an under-wire, hmmm… She came back with three bras she thought would fit, um… nope, then she comes back with some 40’s, now that was a real morality booster… and we talked about wearing under-wire bras and why I don’t and why she thinks I should reconsider. Yeah, the 40’s didn’t fit either, that was a whew moment! So, she brought under-wire bras. I posed a quandary, this one was too big, this one didn’t fit, this one had too much space in certain places, I love being a challenge!

We finally, 15 bras later, found one that worked for me, and her. I am in the exact size I am supposed to be and was in when I walked into the shop, and that’s ok, I’ve always worn the right size, just not the right style and that’s where we found a happy medium. So, now I am wearing my new, perfect for me, fit bra and I must admit, I think the girls are happy, they seem to be a wee bit perkier and talking to people, “Hey, look at me!”,  but you can be the judge!

Let’s see if they notice at work…



{October 17, 2010}   A spooky good time!

Last night, I had a great time! I went to downtown Lawrenceville and took the Lawrenceville Ghost Tour, http://www.scarytours.com.

It was led by Cynthia Rintye, who I had worked with at the Georgia Renaissance Festival about a thousand years ago! It was fantastic to see her again and watch her work! She is really good at what she does! The stories were great, she kept the crowd engaged and intrigued and gave me the heebie geebies a few times!

I took the tour with EW, BG, CA, SM, TS, SF and SM’s date M. We really did have a good time walking around Lawrenceville, after having dinner at the Oyster Bar on the square. The ghost tour took about 90 minutes and we were on all four corners of the square, in an old jailhouse and through a pub, I think we covered all the bases.

The stories gave us a good history of Lawrenceville, it being one of the oldest cities in Georgia and actually known for it’s paranormal activity. I am not a believer in ghosts, but I do enjoy a good story, one that will not scare the you-know-what out of me, but there are times when a story is told, as was the one in the jail, and then I walked into one of the cells and brrrr,  i got the chills, that one got to me! Could have been the reaction to the sad story or it could have really been a spirit, who knows, definitely made it worth going!

There was another story, which might not be over…  check out on IMDB.com: 83 hours ’til dawn. A made for tv movie about an heiress who was kidnapped in 1968 and buried alive for 83 hours. She was eventually rescued and her kidnappers were found and sent to jail. The mastermind got out eventually and was busted again for a different crime, he is actually due to be released next month, oooooo!

All in all, a great night, perfect weather, a fantastic hostess and a great group of friends to top it all off!  I give the Aurora 5 spooks for their fantastic performance! Go check it out!

Boo!

 



{October 17, 2010}   My mini- scare in the scuba pool

I am really enjoying taking scuba lessons, I don’t think I’m that good at it, but I am having a good time. I’ve met some great people, like our instructor Bruce Klein, of The Dive Shop in Marietta, awesome establishment, awesome people to get to know and to teach.

Bruce is very patient with me, spends time going over things, sometimes more than once, twice [three times a maby, ha ha ha]. He is definitely gifted as an instructor, because you definitely have to have patience to be one and to deal with me, well, sometimes dealing with me. 🙂

EW is taking to scuba like a fish to water, ha ha and has mastered each step with ease, I’m extremely impressed with him, I’m the one having a harder time and not really sure if I’m going to make it sometimes. Something you should know about me, the simple things can sometimes be very complicated and when you tell me something is complicated, no issues for me, go figure. There are some concepts in scuba that are harder for me to master.

Last night, after what we did what’s called a blind dive, which is where one of the buddies, and you ALWAYS scuba with a buddy,  pretends to lose their mask, which could happen, and the other buddy leads them to safety. EW led me around the pool, he thought I was leading him in circles, could have been, I have that effect on people…

After this lesson was over, it was time to descend to the bottom of the pool,which I have not been able to do yet, due to my ears not popping. We were testing our buoyancy, not to be confused with flamboyancy… to see where we would be able to float in the middle, not on the floor and not on the top, in the middle. I have been having trouble with this one, trying to regulate my BC, and for those of you who know me, know my buoyancy has nothing to do with ‘the girls’.

I finally made it to the bottom, ears popped, awesome! and i was swimming along when Bruce wanted me to try to swim through a thing [it’s a diamond shaped hoop, does that still make it a hoop?] to get a feel for swimming through things. I was putting too much effort into swimming around and we started to work on the air in my BC and I wanted to surface and make the thumbs up sign for surfacing, I really don’t know why I wanted to surface at the time, but something happened and all of a sudden, I got a little too much CO2 in my system and I started getting woozy and wonky.

He helped me reach the surface, but I thought I was spinning in the pool, I don’t think I was, but I will tell you, it was not a fun experience… I finally surfaced and decided to stand still for a while. I was taking a lot of deep breaths, as slowly as I could, but don’t you want to hyperventilate when you’re wicked nauseous???

After a few minutes, I decided that I had had enough of scuba, and took my gear off and sat on the bench for the next twenty minutes while everyone else finished practicing. Bruce was great to stay above and talk to me for a while, then he submerged again, it was fine. He messaged me today to ask if I was alright, I told him I was and you couldn’t keep me out of the water, well, sort of! ha ha.

I will be ready next week to get in the pool and try again, I have to practice,I really want to get certified and I am stubborn enough to make that happen!

 



{October 16, 2010}   A very busy day

Today was a very busy day and it’s not over! Started out when I woke up on the couch about 6:30 this morning, I sort of remember falling asleep there, do you ever do that?

I had a great time Friday night, TS came over and we played dress up! She tried on almost all of my costumes and then bought them and a few other things too! It was a lot of fun to see someone else enjoying the things that I had loved so dearly!

So, after waking on the couch, there was no going back to sleep, so I turned on the DVD player and pulled out the cross stitch. I watched Moonstruck, one of my ALL time favorite movies, worked on the blanket for my new niece that I have to finish SOON and just spent some quality time with my furry babies.

Ok, I know you’re sitting there asking yourself, since you can’t call me and ask me directly “this was busy?” no… this was just the start of my day.

I finally got up, well the alarm went off, and I got ready to head out the door for my VERY busy day. I was meeting EW at the Brookhaven Arts Festival where CM is the co-chair with GR and it was great fun! We ran into TH and JB who are both volunteers, along with A & E [ha ha] JB’s family. There were some artists I knew and said hello to and just enjoyed walking around looking at all the fantastic art work and drooling over what I would love to have purchased if I just had the funds.

We walked around and then it was time for some lunch, can you believe it… they had veggie corn dogs! I was in heaven! Of course, it wouldn’t be a festival without funnel cake, YUM! and I always have to share with CM, it’s the rules. We had lunch while listening to some great music by the Kristen Tinsely Band, what a voice!

It was a great festival, CM & GR did a FANTASTIC job! Kudos to them, I can’t wait to see next year’s festival!

Next, it was off to Stone Mountain for the Scottish Highland Festival, another great event. The day was certainly warming up! There were Kilts EVERYWHERE! where were my mirrored sneakers? Forgotten again! I saw a great t-shirt that said “If I wore something under it, it would be a skirt!”

There were marching bands, bagpipers, drummers, pipers, clans, fanfare, throwing contests, you name it, if it’s Scottish, it was there! And as you know “If it ain’t Scottish, it’s crap!”.

The food line was forever! But they had haggis, no thank you and scottish eggs, we settled for fish and chips, much safer. For dessert, we had a Bakewell Tart, yum! We walked around to look at the different “shops” with all sorts of fun things to look at and buy and the people who were selling were even better! it’s great to be in Georgia and hear a Scottish accent! We saw some bands go by and then some throwing competition, all done in kilts, impressive!

Then… yes, there is more! it was off to Lawrenceville to go on a ghost tour, check out my next posting for that one!



{October 13, 2010}   A Ghastly Good Time!

EW got an e-mail about something he thought I might enjoy and he was right! The “Ghastly Deadfuls – Demi-Omnibus”. It was dreadfully funny, a ghoulishly good time was had by all!

It was actually their preview night, the show opens on Thursday, October 14th and runs through Sunday, October 31st, it is recommended for children 16 and up. I am done advertising. Now I’m going to tell you about the show!

I am not sure how many years they have been putting this show on, but there were people in the audience I am positive have seen the show year after year. It was a combination of songs and puppetry, all of the puppetry being ghostly related with spooks, legends, murder and blood. All the performers were crossing over from the great beyond: A demure cello player, Daftly Dreadful, a southern gentleman violin player who also dazzled on acoustic, Dudley Dreadful, the dead dog on electric guitar, aptly named Doggedly Dreadful, the gruesome piano player, Deadly Dreadful, Darkly Dreadful, who sang, danced and played bongos, Simply Dreadful who was an MC of sorts and played guitar and Lady Dreadful who sang and danced.

There were different types of puppet vignettes within the show, there would be a musical number in between to set up for the next vignette. Some of the puppet stories had singing and dancing, some had no words at all, just spoken through music. After most of the puppet segments, I understand why this show is not for children under 14, some of them were downright creepy!

During intermission, EW said ‘You want to be a puppeteer, don’t you?’ I was amazed and not amazed all at the same time, yes I always have. Who knows, maybe it’s something I will look in to.

I thoroughly enjoyed my experience and I would most definitely do it again.  Looking forward to next year’s ghastly good time!



{October 12, 2010}   New Brakes are a Wonderful Thing

I had the brakes on my bike worked on by a great friend, EM [I’m going to refer to him as EM, his first name and where I met him, the Masquerade in Atlanta. I can’t call him by his initials ED, because all I think of is the other ED and he is so not that!]

It’s important to have your brakes checked and your entire bike serviced, just like your car. My brakes have squeaked since I got the bike about 6 years ago. I was told that they would squeak, nothing I could do about it. Not so… New brakes do not squeak.

So, here I am year after year, with squeaky brakes. Then recently, when I started riding again, they got worse and then I could feel that something was not right and I was right. I was only using the front brakes, I didn’t know that it was better to use the back brakes, so I was just using the front ones. I finally realized that I was grinding metal on metal, so at that point, I started using the back brakes exclusively.

Ok, so part of the reason I needed to use the back brakes, I say needed, is that I laid my bike down. I’m OK, so exhale. I am writing to you with all my limbs intact, my skin is still attached, my clothes are fine and my bike is still running. So, here’s what happened:

I was riding home, this was during the time I was still car-less, before Annie II came into my life. It was about midnight and raining, raining being a thing that does not go well with a motorcycle. The light changed, I applied the front brakes, hit some water and down we [myself and the bike] we went. The bike slid and I slid with it. We did a spin and landed in the same direction we started in, facing forward. Someone stopped across the road and asked if I needed help, I said I wasn’t sure, but I did lift the bike, which was what I had to do, that’s the first rule of riding a motorcycle, can you lift the bike from a dead stop or if it falls. Then I stood there for a moment, I think I was in a wee bit of shock, checked myself and looked around. A tow truck had stopped about 20 feet behind me, what are the odds, and a few cars stopped.

A few guys got out of those cars to check on me. One guy tested the bike to make sure it would crank and get into gear, asked me a few questions and when they realized I was ok, they took off. I am very appreciative that they stopped. It’s interesting that people will stop for a motorcycle more than they will for a car, which for a biker, is great. I rode home and got the bike in the garage and then I checked the damage, first to my bike and then to my person.  I know you’re wondering why I would check the bike before me, well, I had to ride it to work the next day, had to be sure it would be alright, even though I rode it home. There were some scratches: the mirror, the foot peg, the windshield, but other than that, ok.

Next, I checked myself. I went into the house and slowly took off things. My gloves were in perfect condition, well, the snap on the side is bent, ok. I LOVE those gloves. They are black leather with red flaps at the wrist, I got them at a Harley dealership in Seattle, they were way discounted, I think I paid $15, originally about $60 and even though I am a lover of animals, I am happy that my gloves are leather, they will protect me. My jacket, which actually is “pleather” was in great shape, save a few scrapes on the left arm [I went down on my left side, by the way], and a tear, but all in all, intact. My jeans DID NOT HAVE A MARK on them! You would not have known that they were involved in a wreck. My t-shirt which was underneath two layers had a few teeny holes on the right side, that was strange and my sweater had a hole in it. My sweater… it was my mom’s cashmere sweater, black and I have been wearing it every winter [the only cashmere that I can handle, normally it’s too itchy] and I was wearing it under my jacket on the bike, there is a hole right in the middle of my forearm.

Then I assessed my personal injuries… My left forearm, where the sweater has a hole in it had a right nice scrape, it was black in the blood, I was a little freaked out, to say the least, then I realized it was fuzz from the sweater! I cleaned out the scrape, I knew I had to do that. I used soap and water and then peroxide, neosporin and put the biggest band-aid on it I could find. That was really it.

Until Tuesday… then the bruises started to show and the bruise on my left hip is something you do not want to see… I think it’s cool, but it’s my leg and I have been watching the colors develop. Imagine people’s reaction when they see it at the gym or scuba, it’s something.  Bruises started showing up all over my person, on my legs and each arm, in the most unusual places, but they are starting to fade and my forearm? That is my first road rash and I am going to wear that scar with honor! I am very proud of myself, no not for the accident or the bruises. I am proud of myself that I had the accident and I was able to get up, pick up the bike, make it home and get back on the bike again, have to get back on that proverbial horse again when you get thrown, right?

I was sore the next day,  a bit more than I was from the car wreck, but I remembered to take a muscle relaxer the night before and the anti-inflammatory pills that I had left over and in a few days, I was alright.

They say there are two classes of rider: those who have laid their bikes down and those who are going to… guess which category I fall in to? EM said it would happen again, not looking forward to that, but I hope I am confident that I will handle it just as well.

This is all part of my exploration of myself and I think I’m turning into an alright chick!



Ok, those of you who know me know I am one goofy girl! I love to laugh, I love to laugh to the point of snorting, it makes me laugh more! I love to make people laugh and I seem to do that so very easily! I’ve been told my laugh is infectious, which works just fine for me. I saw a plaque at a card store that said “If you can’t laugh until you snort, what’s the point?”

So… here is my goof for the day. I needed a new bra, so I went to the store the other day and bought one. I thought it was pretty, steel grey cotton with soft creme cotton lace trim. I tried it on when I got home and it seemed to fit, a little tight on the sides because it had some boning for support on the sides, luckily, a cute bra with no under-wire, I thought I hit the motherload!

I put it on after I went to the gym this morning and made it through the day, then on to dinner with a great friend, SDL. We’re sitting there and I have an itch, it feels like there is a hair on my chest, one from my head that may have fallen into my shirt, no I do not have a hairy chest! Well, I look down inside my shirt and notice that the bra had what seems like a strap on the inside of the cup. I am bewildered… SDL is looking at me, thinking I had a bug in my shirt and I said, no, it felt weird so I was just adjusting myself and I said to look at my bra, what’s the deal?

She took one look and started laughing and finally through guffaws, told me it was a nursing bra! What? I had no idea! How did she know? She has enough friends who are nursing and who do it front of her that she knows what one looks like! Oh brother! I was wearing a nursing bra. I thought, well, I could put this up for another day when I might need it, of course we came up with a few other ideas, but my blog appears to be PG, so I’ll leave it up to your imagination. I could not stop laughing, I was wearing a nursing bra! I was a little disappointed, I wanted to use it before it got put away.

Just goes to show you… no matter how smart you are, you can be a complete goof!



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