Saturday, May 31, 2008
They have lived on in re-runs but how I have longed for a reunion of those old friends from TV land. Although I was married and a mother, their glamorous lives seemed to add some excitement to mine. Thirtysomethings who dated instead of diapered. Thirtysomethings who gave parties and dined out instead of preparing macaroni and cheese.
The heroine’s career, beautiful wardrobe, city apartment, and dating life were an escape from my life. I even envied her slim figure and hair styles, but mostly the time she had to spend lunching with girlfriends. I smiled at the lusty life lead by the blond in the series. A fantasy life. Oh, Mary, Rhoda, Phyllis, and Sue Ann, you were appreciated and still missed.
Haven’t times changed? The movie “Sex and the City” premiers this weekend. We didn’t have HBO and I didn’t watch it. I have seen snippets in reruns and still wouldn’t be the demographic audience for this show, but am struck that they have some similarity in storylines: single girls, city life, creers, dating. Dating with Mary Richards kissing her guys goodnight at the door. Haven’t times changed?
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
That is probably why she called to make sure we were okay.
A two year old boy was killed when the twister demolished his home. That is the saddest of stories. Everyone's heart went out to that family. I just received an email from my uncle telling me they are related to us. The child was the grandson of one of my mom's first cousins. Keep them in your prayers.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Mamallama of Como Park: "Two things occurred to me as I was reading the May 15 submission by The Doryman about the alternative method of disposing of human remains. Right after the words 'by placing it (the dead body) in a vat of lye,' I thought: 'Isn't that how lutefisk is made?'
"That was immediately followed by my decision never to eat Soylent Lutefisk."
The MOM in Stillwater: "I enjoyed Doryman's comments on his funeral arrangements and eventually getting a 'straight flush.' Disposal of the deceased by chemicals seems the ultimate 'acid trip' for the Boomer generation.
"All this gory talk reminded me of Stillwater's Lumberjack parade years ago. A local septic pumping company had their (clean) truck in the parade. Painted on the side of the truck was their slogan: 'A Straight Flush Beats a Full House.'
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
A freshman at Eagle Rock Junior High won
first prize at the Greater Idaho Falls Science
Fair, last April. He was attempting to show
how conditioned we have become to alarmists
practicing junk science and spreading fear of
everything in our environment. In his project
he urged people to sign a petition demanding
strict control or total elimination of the chemical
dihydrogen monoxide. Please find below a
summary of his argument:
1. Can cause excessive sweating and vomiting.
He asked 50 people if they supported a ban of the chemical. Forty-three said yes, six were undecided, and only one knew that the chemical was water (H20). The title of his prize winning project was, 'How Gullible Are We?' He feels the conclusion is obvious. "
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Picture: painting by local artist Kami Polzin. I like her stuff. I googled Boom Site and got this. A boom site was the place loggers sorted out the logs according to owner. Everyone pushed their logs into the river and floated them downstream. Logs were marked kind of like cows are branded. Next step was the sawmill. This town was full of sawmills in the late 1800s - early 1900s. As that is left now is a small roadside marker and rest stop.
The other Boomers, that rebellious generation that drives the culture has another adventure coming. I was listening to the radio this morning and someone said that when they retire it will adversely affect the stock market. It is predicted boomers will withdraw funds from the stock market and reinvest in bonds, a safer place to invest that pays steady income. Don't blame me. I am not a Boomer. Born a year too early. I am retired but still in the market. I think I will forego checking to see what happened to my China fund today. I am still reeling from my Financial services funds hit. Anyone have a good idea where to put the $$ besides the matress?
Monday, May 12, 2008
Our youngest son graduated with honors Sunday from St. John's University. The weather was sunny and warm enough. The ceremony was in the Abbey church. No one did a cartwheel or made a radical political statement, but two of the graduates received their diplomas barefooted. Andy wasn't one of them.http://www.youtube.com:80/watch?v=tt9TX95pLC0
The past four years have gone fast. His friends said the same. I think it was beginning to sink in that their lives would never interact the same way again. Andy's roommate freshman and sophmore years is moving to Florida. Another roommate will work in Houston this summer and then work at the college for a year before going to grad school.
I spent the day cleaning out closets and storeage space making room for the stuff that will come home with him. It takes time because I stopped to look at a box of childhood art and school projects from the kids. Kids art--the best. Why didn't I frame it? My daughter was the most prolific. Will have to take that box out and show it to the kids next time we get together. There may be 16 yrs between kindergarten and college graduation but it seems much shorter.
News today of a huge earthquake in central China. I asked the "kid" if it was near where he stayed last summer. He did spend four days in the city that was the epicenter of the quake. No news that Chongquin (where he lived ) was badly affected. Aren't these disasters coming a little too close? We will keep China in our prayers and especially Linfeng, Andy's Chinese grad. student partner from last summer.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
I am trying to cheer myself up. I am walking more now that it is nice. I am my own worst enemy most of the time. I eat when bored. This morning I was at Curves and noticed the name of a woman who had won a contest at Curves. Her name; Hope Lean. Hope lean. I think I will change my name. No more plain Jane. How about "Disciplined Jane"? or "Thinner Jane"? When someone asks me my name I will say, "I am Thinner". I believe in the mind connection to outcomes. I think I will be Thinner.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
I love peoples travel stories. After high school my husband took a trip on a motorcycle with his best friend. Two guys. One motorcycle. They worked their way around the perimeter of the USA. They were underfunded and only made it to LA before having to sell the bike. They made it the rest of the way on their thumbs. There were a few relatives and acquaintances along the way that put them up free. They stayed with Jon's uncle and aunt in Pennsylvania. When it was time to go the uncle took them to the freeway ramp. They stood with a sign that said, "Minnesota". When Uncle Butch came back from work in the afternoon the boys were still there. Most times they got a ride. One of their benefactors was Jimmy Hoffa's son. Another was a guy who offered them a ride working in the carnival? Any of you read Jack Kerouac's "One The Road"? He had the same experience. Jon relates being offered a ride by two attractive girls in a convertible somewhere out west. They declined. The girls were going the wrong direction. Oh to be young.
One of Jon's cousins is a great story teller. Her tales of family road trips are hard to top. Her father, a no nonsense small town businessman, was all about "making good time" when they traveled. Her mom was more sympathic to the three kids in the backseat. One time she pleaded for him to stop because one of the kids 'had to go'. He didn't. No unscheduled stops. Couldn't the child wait until they needed gas? He didn't stop. The kid couldn't wait and had an accident. An annoyed mom made dad stop and give him a bath in a shallow stream.
This Uncle also had cleanliness standards for restaurants. This was the 50's. Not as much fast food. They would drive until the kids were famished. If they went into a restaurant and the dishes were cracked or dad's elbows stuck to the tabletop they would leave without eating and drive on. I don't think the kids or mom cared. One can see how McDonald's became so popular.
No cracked or chipped dishes. No tabletops.