ABRASIVE BUTTER

OF GROUNDHOGS & POLITICIANS

2012-02-05T10:41:00.000-08:00

Why can't we limit our annual exposure to the ludicrous clowns much like we enjoy the spectacle of Punxsutawney Phil's pompous prognosticators preoccupation with Spring. Why don't we limit politicians to one day, or even one week, to their equally ridiculous antics, lies and slander? One week where they can say or do anything they want and then we are done with it for the year. Let's start a movement as it sure beats the traveling "nasty" show that has been the political scene for the past several months with more to come. Expensive, nauseating and unnecessary.

Though I dread the system we use at work for interviewing prospective employees due to its interminable, heart-wrenching and sometimes, boring, interpretations by the interviewee who missed the point about 5 minutes ago; it does have its strengths in determining a "fit" with the competencies for the position. Wouldn't debates be much more interesting and MEANINGFUL if the political wannabes were actually asked questions that forced them to give examples of how they personally resolved real-life situations that are pertinent to the high office for which (in their own mind) they believe they are so qualified for? Are they able to think under stress, during a crisis? Do they know how to motivate and bring consensus? Do they know how to learn and change their minds when they have all the facts? Are they strong enough to do "the right thing" when the selfish are screaming their own agendas? Are they open to new and innovative ideas or slaves to their "handlers".

In my humble opinion, after 60 years of life, my experience as a manager and based on the many interviews I have conducted, adults do not stray too far from their own "normal" under any circumstances. They revert to the character and coping mechanisms they have learned and found successful based on their life experiences,education, employment. To expect them to react differently takes massive internal mental changes. Basically, people do not change all that much after they are adults. Surface maybe, but not core beliefs, how they address right and wrong, their feelings towards others, etc.

Forget the sound bites and attacks on others-which really makes the mud-slinger look worse if you ask me. Look at their past because it definitely predicts their future.

JANUARY THAW OR FREEZE?

2012-01-19T04:54:00.000-08:00

Interesting how the spin doctor extraordinaire spun 2011. Increase in jobs-duhh the auto industry picked up (partly based on bailouts)opposed by most "r"'s. Paid down some of the unfunded liability-- ahh on the backs of public workers. Apparently promises, contracts mean nothing. Goal posts can be changed at will. Tax surplus gained upon the backs of seniors, the poor and public workers again, including public safety.

Support for an educated workforce being the answer for Michigan while taking away funding from both K-12 and Universities. But that's ok the formula is, if you take away money and incentives for good teachers and public workers to take jobs in the public sector, you will get a good system and the tax payer will receive better service from those who just "called it in" or flunked or cheated their way to their degrees. Explain the logic of that. As far as I know you get what you pay for.

Is there anyone we haven't made happy yet? It's ok though that 1.2 Billion tax cut for business will result in jobs. Would it have been too much to hold business to that scenario before raising taxes on everyone else? Who's the tax and spend group? I keep getting it confused.

Christmas is over but apparently Snyder-ly Whiplash is alive and well and assuming everybody is happy. Beware folks, the same thing could happen on the national scene if we don't take care. Want another "business person" running the US of A? Just saying.

HELLO 2012 - SCENES TO COME

2012-01-02T09:00:00.001-08:00

Election year. Whoop te do! Now that they've made corporations the same status as people wonder who gets their election bought (hint-all of them)? Let's start a movement. Everyone TIVO through political commercials or just shut off the volume. They are really quite humorous if you shut off the sound.

Trying to find someone who understands and is in sync with the "people" could be a fruitless task. Here's a thought - look at their economic status and find out how they earned their money. That will tell you a lot about the candidates.I have no problem with a highly educated individual who actually knows something about finances, the world, etc.,and was not born privileged, but I have a real problem with "set-ups" who are only in the national spotlight because of who they know, who their daddy is or who's paying the bills.

Another topic: Of course been exercising every day while on vaca and there is a whole different crowd when you go later. Went as late as 8:30 today (Monday) and the place was filled with guys! Don't know if that is indicative of the employment status of the male population in this town or what. I will try not to speculate. However the masculine grunts and banging of weights as they loaded on too much was actually better than the "chatty cathies" who normally populate my early mornings. Also I believe I affected behavior (think toilet seat up in an all-male household) by very deliberately wiping each piece of equipment down before and after my use while muttering about pig people not showing the same courtesy. Eventually there was a gradual movement by the gentlemen to accommodate my delicate sensibilities. Don't care how they get there, just so they do. You're welcome Ladies.

MERRY EVE

2011-12-24T08:03:00.000-08:00

Went to a leisurely breakfast and made one final grocery stop for essentials. Booze and ice, well I said essentials. Though he cooks a fantabulous dinner Christmas Day, a little lubrication just makes the candles burn brighter don't you think?

Have to eat a prediction, but in the best way. The Legislature did manage to pass the heating assistance bill before they scurried off for their multi-week solstice break. One good and necessary act in the midst of some pretty coal-deserving ones this year. Well they have to look at themselves in the mirror each day, hope they can deal.

Exercise club was packed this am with all my favorites and a few new ones, who basically get in my way! The only elliptical was next to, oh no, stinky man! Well now at least I'm happy that my allergies block up some of my smelling abilities so I was able to exercise next to him calmly and not knock him off his machine. Naval comtemplator has now become another Chatty Cathy! Who knew? She was merely an oddity before, now she has joined the coffee club in the am. Chatting people up who are changing their shoes, chatting people up working out, chatting to the voices only she can hear. Double arghhh.

Final thoughts: House is clean and cozy. Decorations are up and beautiful. Presents wrapped and under the tree. Sun is shining. My family will all be together. As they say it doesn't get much better than that. See we 99% don't ask for much. Even popped another $10 in the red kettle this am though I already sent a nice check. I'm mellowing out and about freakin' time too!

DECEMBER WOMAN

2011-12-11T08:07:00.000-08:00

A big Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter on her special day. I communicated with her at approximately 10:03 am, the time of her birth which is my annual tradition. Technology certainly changes how we communicate as it was in the form of a text message. My competent, independent daughter and now my friend.

She is happily with child and in another 4 months or so we will be celebrating the birth of my baby's baby. That thought is both strange and exciting! I already see the Mom genes kicking in so I get to enjoy a whole new facet of my daughter. Hang on; we're in for a wild and bumpy ride! LY Mom

TIS THE SEASON

2011-12-11T07:28:00.000-08:00

MUSINGS --

In the wonderful world of SPAM I was given the opportunity to receive a letter from Santa. Hmmm - maybe I should. If he/she doesn't deliver I may have lawsuit potential. I'm sure there is someone who would take the case - suing Santa. There are so many new lawyer types being churned out these days, they are eager for business. Contingency basis of course.

Another wonderful week on the legislative scoreboard. Jobs and improved economy - 0; more social bs and things "who cares" 47. Let's see in one bill they managed to trump not only the Civil Service Commission but continue the campaign to bust unions by making a bonafide benefit no longer subject to bargaining...Wha? I do believe wages, benefits, working conditions are the actual REASON the union bargains.

Workers comp changes got hammered through that will make it horribly difficult for injured workers to get benefits. Explain this logic. One of the changes is if an injured person becomes well enough to take a job that pays more than their wc benefit they will have their benefits cut! Now understand, no job actually has to exist nor does it matter if you can get the job you just get your benefits cut. No sweat though, they said you can go to court. Well that solves the excess lawyer issue.Understand I used to administer wc bennies as part of my Personnel Director days. Trust me 99% are legit, are handled and people come back to work. I went after the 1% and won usually. That takes work and perseverance-everything cannot be legislated away folks...

Another mind-boggling, economy saving bill floated out there is to not allow hospitals to order mandatory flu shots for staff. Another wha?? If Grandma gets sick heaven forbid she has to go into a hospital where the biggest threat is from personnel who are already understaffed and working too many hours. Brilliant.

Now one potential bill I like is the idea that they cannot referendum-proof some lame brained legislation by attaching at least a $1 implementation fee to it. That means we the people, do not have the ability to question their judgement through a vote. Neat huh? Used by both sides for years. Time to get rid of this. If our overpaid part-timers really believe in what they are proposing, then let us have a chance to decide. Yeah, snowball's chance in Hades that one gets passed.

Oh and in the spirit of the Holidays a potential use of the "found" money in Lansing was to provide heating assistance to the less fortunate. Ooops, can't miss our extended winter break--so that bill may languish until after the holidays. Well it really gets cold in late January anyway. Hmmm, tax increases on the middle class, pensioners and teachers, ending of tax credits for mortgage costs and charitable contributions zoom through the legislature like roller skates on lard, but something to actually helps citizens not so much. Bah Humbug. Scrooge would be proud.

EXERCISE THIS!

2011-12-08T16:02:00.000-08:00

Thought I'd fill everyone in on my little cast of characters at the fitness club I hit every day. Anyone who exercises on a regular basis knows the extreme, and painful, boredom that sets in as you do your interminable reps or coast the elliptical. You try not to watch the second hand of the clock go around (much like Lamaze timing contractions) but you can't help yourself.

First I do not wear a different designer outfit each time-same old crappy black shorts a couple of black t-shirts taking turns, hair in a knot which is usually soaked by the time I get done. Unlike the matchie-matchie outfit girls with their weird ceiling-pointing pony tails and the silly band wrapped around their heads (though I've seen that particular style on the street-go figure). I just sweat into a towel I carry around. In other words by the end of 45 minutes I am generally hot, sweaty and whatever the opposite of ravishing would be but done! At which time I put my "walking" tennies back on which look absolutely identical to my gymmie shoes to walk the 10 steps to the car.

To amuse myself and stay motivated I have named several members who stand out and note their antics. Helps mollify the pain I guess. Better than dwelling on the numerous times I have been struck by bars and smacked by machines when I don't move fast enough. Always a couple of interesting bruises in odd places.

Anyway there is "Naval Contemplater". Sits at each machine like she's worshipping at a druid altar between each movement staring off into space. Consequently just taking up space and holding me up. I looked one time and there is no weight on the machine -10 lbs-piffle. So what is so fascinating between strokes? The naval obviously.

Next there is grunt thump. Over-estimates capability and lifts too much weight which results in a very disturbing grunting sound and the subsequent smash-down of the equipment (plus does not wipe down the machine afterwards- yuck).

Next are the Thumpers. They attack the treadmills like they are racing up the steps in a Rocky movie. The crashing and banging makes you wonder if the machine is coming apart. Totally drowns out the TV news I'm trying to watch. But not a problem for them because they all wear little ear thingees-no doubt cranked up to 100 decibels to ACTUALLY HEAR ABOVE THE FOOT STOMP PARADE.

On weekends we have "stinky man". OMG. As soon as you walk in the entire room smells like, well you know. Though last week stinky man smelled like cinnamon BO-perhaps in a nod to the Christmas season. Nauseating but interesting.

But the worst is Chatty Cathy. From the time she walks in until I leave it's yap yap yap yap. If I wanted to hear someone talking at that time in the morning, I'd, well I don't know, because I don't want to hear someone talking at that time in the morning. I have literally seen this person move from where she is to another machine just so she can yap yap yap to someone. Now that's just sad. Needless to say she doesn't come around me.

Of course for the sake of honesty I have to wonder how my exercising buddies refer to me....

RED (or BLUE) LETTER DAY

2011-12-08T15:59:00.001-08:00

Today Joseph Paul Robel made his presence known. Though he has another 4 1/2 months of growing time he definitely made an impact when he had his close-up ala ultrasound. His father proudly posted the news to the delight of all.

Welcome Little Joe. You'll be with us in no time!

CHAPTER 6 - FINALE (I HOPE)

2011-11-13T13:42:00.000-08:00

Don't look now, but I do believe the massive "house-lift" has been completed and before the first snowfall no less! All my beeaacching and impatience has been rewarded. Oh yeah, now I get to pay the bill. Oh well.

Our fancy new porch lights that are motion and light activated played a little peek a boo on all Hallows, refusing to turn on at the appointed witching hour of 6 pm-too much daylight. Which caused the early "trick/treaters" to turn tail. Dressed like a vampire and afraid of a little light? Oh yeah, I guess a vampire would be. I literally had to stand on the porch waving goodies to get the first ones to come back and collect their prizes. Since I only get about a dozen the whole night I didn't want to miss half of them. More candy for the Burt man to eat. We got his favorite kinds to keep me out of the bowl. Working so far but he does take his time.

Leading into a rant of sorts. Where the heck are all the kids? Is everybody too afraid of the remote possibilities of poison apples ala Snow White to let their precious trick or treat? Bummer. Of course that fits right in with the latest "r" topic "they think is important" for the week. They are trying to pass a bill to make the reciting of the Pledge of Allegiance mandatory each school morning. Huh. Next they will mandate brown shirts as acceptable school dress along with practice marches and heils to the.... well you get the drift. Again how does all this hoopla add to strengthening Michigan's economy and producing jobs?

The men and women of the armed services yesterday and today fought and died to give us all choices and freedom. Why is there a dedicated group trying to run our lives and privacy into the ground under the guise of doing what's best for us. Right. What if all these old men called up another war and nobody showed up? Hmmm

And as the party of NO is ranting and carrying on about every issue or jobs bill that comes from the Prez I saw a little article tucked into an inner page of the newspaper. The National Health Care law has already saved Seniors over one billion dollars in health care costs for prescriptions by closing the so-called donut hole. That is not to mention all the jobless, college-educated unemployed younger adults who are able to keep medical until age 26. Golly, maybe if we just let something work or fail, we might learn something instead of just saying no. Makes you think, I hope.

Nice to know brain and body still work and I'm still ranting as November marks my entry into the 6th decade.

SURPRISED? NOT

2011-11-03T15:05:00.000-07:00

So the legislature finally had the guts to pass an anti-bullying law, after 10 years. Understand the term - bullying-there is no positive twist to that word. It is wrong wrong wrong to beat down on the defenseless, the disabled, the different - CHILDREN! So what did our illustrious "where are the jobs" politicos pass? Something that says, Oh yes, bullying is wrong unless it is a religious or christian belief statement? What? Did I miss something here?

Again, slowlyyyyy....bullying - bad; demeaning, nasty, hurtful, hateful comments that are hiding behind a cross - also bad. Isn't there something about a Christian embracing all of God's children. Who are we to pass judgment on someone different and make their life a living hell because of that difference. These are CHILDREN! They cannot walk away from their school, they cannot get in their car and leave, they cannot report them to HR, they cannot bury them with their money or influence, find another job, another town, another life. Turn the other cheek and they will rip that one out too-because they can.

Oh yes, they offered an excuse. "We think this is all-encompassing. School districts need to be able to pass their own rules," autonomy and all that. Right but you can take away school funding, bust their unions, fire teachers, force mandatory changes to retirement and health insurance at will. Excuse me. Is it only me or are we pointing out the emperor's lack of clothing, again. I guess it felt good to do something to get this annoying and bereft father who lost his son to suicide because he couldn't take the abuse anymore, off their backs. This was the best they could do? Don't get a sprained shoulder from patting yourself on the back any time soon.

P.S. The cowards also kept the part about cyber-bullying out of the bill. What century are you out-of-touch idiots living in????? Ever heard of something going viral? We can only hope your clout keeps your child from ever going through the torture these victims have had to endure. But then you might possibly understand it, but I doubt it...

CHAOS CONTROLLED (well almost) CHAPTER 5

2011-10-23T09:44:00.001-07:00

Ok, things are painstakingly, agonizingly, pantingly, excruciatingly close to completion. Chaos slowing down; results starting to turn heads. Though I believe the neighbors are happy to see that crappy looking roof finally wearing its Sunday best. A chapeau of spartan green, glistening linen dress, shiny new lights and a porch-ZAP, BAM, POP, OOPS, not yet. My new pics reveal beauty and a "wtf"? kind of moment.

Siding guys took FOREVER to finish the project. Threats of rain (rumors, even), 9 to 5 days, pulled off for other rush jobs and no weekend work wrecked havoc with my personal agenda and longing for completion. But I cannot argue with the results. Anal impatient me would never have lovingly wrapped each little corner with such precision and passion to an over the top result. But I do appreciate the look. Our fear was not getting the job done before winter snow halted all progress. Oh yes, there is one minor issue - the "freakin' gutters aren't on yet!!!

We are out doing sun dances and sending semi-nasty messages to the contractor about covering our precious new look with giant commercial sized gutters. Although awesome they will cover up the pretty white fascia and soffit that was totally replaced because it looked so nice to all be the same color. Ah well. Also added was another layer of attic insulation and house wrap. Peace to any unsuspecting raccoon who managed to sneak in and take up residence up there. You "ain't never" getting out alive, you nasty bandit-masked marauder - MEHHHAAA!

Porch is going through final face lift with matching brick all the way around. Should be able to move an elephant over that thing or at least a piano that doesn't get played anymore. Anybody want it you can have it if you want to pick it up and carry it off over our sturdy new porch-no scratches please.

Yesterday was rather hysterical. I'm glad that State was playing late. COMMERCIAL BREAK --Shout-out to our awesome Spartans!END COMMERCIAL BREAK It was the clash of the contractors as they all converged at the same time. Porch people flinging dirt, roof/siding contractor critiquing all projects. We got our little punch list going and everybody's cool. He said I needed to up the nasty on my phone messages - I wasn't too bad just feisty. Golly most people call me the B-word. I love construction guys!

PASSING OBSERVATIONS

2011-10-23T07:40:00.000-07:00

I feel like Andy Rooney today.

Don't you think it's funny that the same bank we bailed out to the tune of $45 billion (B of A) now wants to take a monthly $5 fee from each of its debit card customers because the gov't who bailed them out (meaning us) wants to limit their obscene profits on transactions? So to retain those obscene profits they will go back and charge the very ones who bailed them out the first time to recoup those obscene profits. Wow-Score! Or maybe it was the $11 million severance package EACH they paid two executives that were let go. Poor things. Most of us get a "you have 15 minutes to clean out your desk and leave". Don't let the screen door hit you on the way out. Score Two!

Since you don't make diddly-squat on your savings now and you do the bank's work by using online banking and debit cards, I am having a fire sale on mattresses if you would like to go old school with your money. No transaction fees required to access your own funds!

Isn't it funny that those in charge were elected (ha ha)to create jobs and strengthen Michigan's economy. Instead time has been spent arguing over a bridge, demonizing teachers, curtailing medical freedom & privacy, stripping bargaining rights, proposing right to work (which trust me only helps the employer), taking $470 from every public school student & putting it into the pockets of corporations, taxing pensioners, reducing payments to the working poor, attacking universities, etc. Keep looking, but I don't see a stronger economy or jobs appearing. When does that start? Rhetoric vs. reality bites you know.

Isn't it funny that the Iraq war is now ending as proposed by Bush, carried out by Obama and the "R"s are screaming - Wha? Is somebody or several somebodies losing their profits over there or their protection to collect their profits over there?

Isn't it funny that when the great trickle down man Reagan proposed closing loopholes and having the rich pay their taxes like the rest of us there was nary a peep of class warfare. Now when the same is proposed by our current President the "R"s are screaming -Wha? I'm no expert, but seems to me it is much easier to take the taxes out of someone who has to receive a paycheck from an employer than someone who has "stock options" or other means of receiving their compensation don't you think?

The 99% do have a point. When so many are suffering the loss of jobs, homes and savings while the 1% who were the major source of the meltdown are still in their homes and jobs receiving the benefits and bonuses they always have, based on a bailout from us, one has to wonder. I am starting to think this has been the plan all along -to keep the masses poor and ignorant; just saying....

PROTEST JUSTIFIED

2011-10-14T16:47:00.000-07:00

If some are still struggling with why people are gathering in protest and demanding redress or at least justice I will relate a story that I had a small part in today. A small local company had called for assistance from our office. They have been held accountable for a training issue out of state but need our help in mitigating their problems. In all good faith they paid the employer they were working for to take care of their issue. The employer took the money and never took care of the issue. They then get notice that they still owe, they still have not resolved the issue and need to do so yesterday. What happened? They are now out of the money they paid and are still on the hook for the original problem. The employer meanwhile used the money for their own issues or profit-who knows.

Here is the moral of the story if you are not disgusted already. They must continue to work for this employer and move on to another job because they "have no choice" if they want to keep their business, pay their bills and feed their families. I don't know what you call it, but I call it slavery. Silent, non-violent protest is the least that we can do.

DIFFERENT TYPE OF CHAOS (CHAPTER 4)

2011-10-03T16:28:00.002-07:00

Ok-not a lot to report this week as, yes monsoon time. One day of work from the siding contingency. Odd shaped and oddly placed plastic wrap and insulation sheets. Hopefully things will get better as the prediction is awesome Indian Summer type weather for the next 2 weeks.

Extra costs for extra insulation in the attic and possibly replacing all the fascia, because it just won't look nice against the new siding-sigh. Came home tonight and not a whole lot of work done-one dormer that I fussed about looking perfect and a chip out of the back door that will have to be fixed. Call the company owner who complains I haven't called for two days so what's up with that. So to punish him, or reward him, not sure which, I give him my litany of beefs for the day. Hey if you're going to half rebuild you house and spend a ton of money, they get to listen and make it right!

However, the weekend included a great breakfast with our beautiful, preggers daughter and some great conversation. She is so calm, confident and beautiful I am in awe. What is it about pregnancy that makes a women show her true colors. I have no doubt that she will be an awesome Mother. Our grandchild or grandchildren are very lucky people and in very good hands! My job will be to provide the silly and relief for their Mother! Reporting for duty!

Funny she pointed out last week that in the almost 29 years she has known me, she has never seen me react quite like I did when she announced the big news. Surprise to me too! I have had to wade through the mud, the blood and the beer in my line of work and always kept my cool. Might have been a little testier when I got home, but I did what I had to do without getting, at least overtly, emotionally involved. It doesn't mean that it didn't hurt but I had to do what I had to do. I earned a label of "cold" because of it, but I'm ok with that. I hope it made a difference.

CHAOS WITH A PURPOSE (CHAPTER 3)

2011-09-25T07:59:00.000-07:00

Monday -lst day of roofing! Yay! Monsoon weather. Boo! However Tuesday all systems go. Crew labors 3 full days 10-12 hours at a crack. Demo, fixing, nailing, debris everywhere! Perfect. Noisy as heck too.
#1 - As they know this is a "MIOSHA" house, we are assured that they are up-to-date on fall protection. The B-man notices right off, that bags are opened and sparkling new harnesses and ropes emerge to the light of day. Should I apologize I saved a life today? Nope.

#2 - They bring boards to do repairs which would probably take a normal man two hands and a lot of man grunts to carry. One of the workers hefts it in one hand and laying it over his shoulder, clambers up a ladder-no sweat. Scary to run into these guys on a dark night eh?

#3 - As I get home each night I inspect ongoing activities which of course leads to 30-45 minute conversation with the "bouncy" young foreman. He explains, presents,preens and keeps repeating his commitment to doing it right aching for approval. I indulge slightly which leads to a life story and family issues. But all in all, he's doing a good job.

At one point I mention his worker bees would probably like to quit for the night wherein he shows his power that he's the boss. Finally get in the house where the B-man says, "I walk around several times a day to see the work and they don't say diddly. You get there and and it's yap, yap yap". Believe me it's not my ideal after working all day to schlep around with my heavy bag and heels walking around the house each night to see all the progress eagerly being shown to me. But then for 37 years, that is pretty much what I do. I talk to worker bees and find out what they're doing and how, so occupational hazard. Though the B-man would point out I'm a control freak, so I probably wouldn't miss the end of the day review anyway.

#4 - In fact the last day of the job, they were supposed to be gone by 3 or 4 and were still there when I got home. Burt came out to say, ha too bad, you didn't get away before the "boss" showed up. Well you'd be surprised what you find out when you act slightly disapproving and you're a woman. They don't think you get it at all, so they blab a little too much! LOL.

#5 - They will cheerfully haul away all the debris, hang your hummingbird feeder back up and move your flower pots back. Odd though, they bundled all the aluminum up together and took it away in a separate truck. Hmmmmm wonder if I can cut a deal on how much the crew made on that particular transaction.

Meanwhile the concrete guy came back and poured a foundation which hardened in 2 hours! Then his worker bee spent the next couple of hours filling the new hole with the most sand I've ever seen since I was at Lake Michigan. If a cat makes a potty out of that, I do not want to see that particular cat-it would be roughly lion sized.

Next week - insulation and siding starts! Yay! Monsoons predicted for several days. BOO!

FALLING INTO CONTROLLED CHAOS (Chapter 2)

2011-09-18T07:30:00.000-07:00

Don't you just love an oxymoron like my title? Well that certainly describes destruction-oops construction which actually does require destruction. Case in point. Chimney guy finally calls after fire lit under his rear by our roofing guy. I have learned, I make frequent "so what's our progress" calls. Chimney guy takes a look, crawls inside, outside, under, over and through and decides to tear down the entire chimney and build it back up!

Humorous side story. I get home the first night and wander outside to see the scaffold set up and the brand new chimney that the B-man is eager to point out. Apparently it was a family affair as chimney guy's two kids and wife show up late in the day to "watch the show". Apparently they supply words of encouragement, applause and collect any checks that get distributed. (No, really they were a nice young family). Anyway the word is out that they are working on a MIOSHA house. He asks Burt the next day when he comes to finish up if I saw the job and the scaffold. B, always cool, says yes. Dying, he asks well did she say anything? B says yes, she had a few comments. The chimney guy berates himself, "oh yeah I should have done thus and so". See they KNOW what they are supposed to do, they just don't always do it. Anyway nobody died, nothing collapsed and we have a beautiful new chimney.

2nd case. Concrete guy shows up, spends 10 minutes and writes up a quote, complaining about the price of concrete, small load, comments about his wife and her landscaping issues, etc., etc. Otherwise he seemed competent if a little hectic. Not feeling it, listening to other interested parties and checking Angie's list, I call concrete guy #2 because I would like to see if this quote makes sense. We're not talking the Taj Mahal here. Note: chimney guy had recommended a concrete guy who, you guessed it, never responded to my phone call.

Anyway, Concrete guy #2 comes out same night fresh from a job in Saginaw, and I do mean fresh and dripping, but he didn't come in the house so no prob. He's a little talkative (what is it about these concrete guys?) and offers all kinds of different ideas and ways we can go rather than one. I've learned so I tell him I have another quote, but no you don't get to know what it is. He comes out again, after a job in E. Lansing and digs around the porch to see what is under there(wow good idea, also he didn't believe Burt when he told him what was under the porch). Then he leans on his shovel and kind of chit chats.

Meanwhile, concrete guy #1 thinks he has the job so he places a sign in front, I swear, between the time I went to exercise at 5:15 am and 6:00 am. Then he calls the B-man & says he's ready to tear out the porch 'cause they have an open day. Ahh we have not signed any contracts, no handshakes made and we had said we weren't ready as we were coordinating roof, siding etc, etc. Burt says no so concrete guy wants to talk to me. I get call at work-great. Tell the dude, no not ready to tie the knot on this one, will let you know.

Concrete guy #2 comes out 3rd time, gives me worse case scenario cost as asked and it's lower than #1 and he is throwing in taking out the shrubbery. More chit chat and we say let's do it, but no money until someone actually shows up! Told you I've learned a few things. Bottom line, I hide concrete guy #1's sign and concrete guy #2 rips out the porch the next day so siding guys know where their pieces end & porch begins (not explained by concrete guy #1). I get home to the controlled chaos listed above and the B-man is out there in ripped jeans and work shirt rolling out caution tape and generally running, and enjoying, the operation. Boys do like destruction and neat toys like bobcats and concrete busters.

Anyway, roofing scheduled for this week-notwithstanding the monsoon expected Monday, so we shall all cross our proverbial fingers!

AUTUMN ALREADY?

2011-09-04T10:06:00.000-07:00

The Committee (Kay, Marc, Lo) plus the young committee (Kris) put together an awesome 40 year anniversary party for the Burt man and I. Good friends, good food, much laughter and not enough wine! I should have remembered our friends are all winos. In fact a gift from the Claus' underlined the point with a bottle from "now" Pinot Gris, and a bottle from "then" Mateus. Oh yes, we thought we were on the cutting edge of sophistication in the early 70's when we graduated from good ole Boone's Farm to the urbane taste of the Portuguese red rose. Ahh heck it still tastes good, if not a little sweet.

I contributed several bottles of white, red and bubbly, but we ran out quickly. There was a late showing of the infamous 25th anniversary video narrated intentionally or not, by one photographer Larry Mc. Anyone who knows Larry understands. Hilarious as amateur productions tend to be. All of the family were there on the Sweet side, including our Wisconsin contingency-Nic, Caryn, Aly and Joe; and representatives of all branches of the Ide clan. Towards the end of the gifts and crazy cards it was almost like the story "The Gift of the Magi" Burt presents me with a ruby ring that he went through many hassles and gyrations to obtain and I, presented him with his gift of a ruby/diamond tie tac that I went through, yep, many hassles and gyrations, to obtain it on time. Then the story got even more interesting....

To me September, the start of the Fall season has always seemed a time of renewal - faster pace, crisper air. It feels like the beginning rather the mournful herald of winter's dark and cold. The colors are more vivid, the skies are bluer, and the feeling of everything coming back to life is closer to me than any other time of year. Our anniversary, my sister's birthday, the beginning of the school year and now something else that I will always remember about September.

As I left for my workout yesterday morning I looked over to the right and saw Mama doe and her twin fawns staring at me for the longest moment, until they ran in mock fear leaping over hedges and disappearing towards the river. Butterflies, both yellow & white(that I call Mothers and Daughters) were bombarding me all day wherever I went. Then my daughter handed me a special gift from her and her husband. I was puzzled as I unwrapped a small picture frame with a rather unusual black & white design in it and one word - BABY.

Yes my beautiful daughter and son-in-law presented us with the news of the impending birth of our first grandchild. Love is in the house little J-Bird. Thank you.

TOO LITTLE TOO LATE (Chapter 1)

2011-08-28T08:04:00.000-07:00

Strange phenomenon over the past 3 years. We have been trying to get our roof redone, and if we like you how about siding too? Not jobs that I would think desperately seeking contractors would turn their noses up. And a cash deal. Hmmm. What could go wrong?

Contractor #1 - Comes over, does the walk-around,takes measurements and NEVER CALLS BACK!

Contractor #2 - Several months, or a year later we get a call from someone who used to work for contractor #1 and he asks "hey did you ever hear back from contractor #1?" Now how did he know that? Hmmm. He is now working for Contractor #2 so he asks if he can bid-sure, we innocently agree. Comes over, does the walk-around, takes measurements and NEVER CALLS BACK FOR 8 MONTHS! When we say no thanks, he is confused! 8 months for a call-back and I'm going to use you for potentially sensitive and crucial changes to my house? Right. He is offended. I swear you can't make this stuff up!

Things mosey merrily along but, we really need this done! We do get flyers in the door from "drive-by" contractors offering your roof done, no questions asked-we restrain ourselves from biting.

Contractor #3-see him working on my street-roofing no less. I stop and ask if we can get a quote, or a visit, or a howdy do. Sure, sure. 2 weeks later he stops by and says did we get a call from anyone? Uh, no. We got the routine down by now. He says he will talk to his partner who does the quoting. 2 weeks later finally get a call-set up appt for the visit, walk-around, measurements. Bets are made by various interested parties. Another 2 weeks and several calls and I call...

Contractor #4! He visits immediately, walks around takes measurements and....

Contractor #3 finally calls back and wants to meet 2 hours later. Really. I'm at work, Burt man is out of town. I say can you come Friday night-No, Saturday-No. Ok does he want the job or not.

Contractor #4 visits "on our schedule" and lays out the plan, quote and credentials. Success, maybe-I've been burned before. Dare I hope? Gave Contractor #3 a chance to get back with us then finally pull the trigger and make deal with #4. I leave a message for #3, as he never answers his phone, and tell him we're going with a different contractor. Calls back in 60 seconds (we timed it) and he is all upset-I let it go to voice mail (good will on my part now over-you know my patience limit). He is all up about "I thought you would call me when you were available". Huh? Us keep begging him to meet with him, again rightttttt.

Sign deal with Contractor #4 and sign goes in front yard. Fingers crossed!

Oh yeah Contractor #4 gave us the number of one of his subs to tuck point (pick mortar out) and fix our chimney before the roof is done. Yep, you guessed it, they won't call us back!!!!! WTF?

Hope springs eternal, we are sitting here waiting for an 11:30 call or visit from the concrete guy working down the street as we also need work done on our porch. Anyone want any of the action about whether he shows up?

AUGUST FLIGHT STORIES

2011-08-21T09:24:00.000-07:00

Well update on the HumBee marauders continues. We are up to about 4 of the little beasties feeding at the sugar tube. Juice is going down fast. I think the original HumVee HumBee has slowed down a tad. He is still the little piggy running others off their perch. Some have learned to hover and sip before the kamikaze owner comes flashing down with murder in his heart. He doesn't even let the little female get too long a perch before he knocks her off. His latest ploy is to hide in the bush below and like a great white shark come zooming straight up to dislodge the interloper. Hilarious!

Second flight story. While breakfasting at a local eatery before our morning errands a whole slew of corvette clubbers take over the restaurant. We already had our food, so I'm cool. Heading out to the parking lot, however we see the rather startling scene of a classic car rolling gracefully backwards towards the parked cars. At some point during its escape we noted no driver, short or otherwise at the wheel! Holding our breath, we watch it glide to a stop mere inches from the nearest parked car. Gear-slipping, yes, but apparently the frame is perfect as it took a very direct route backwards.

My safety background kicks in. We decide the car's probably locked and if we touch it, it will probably be enough to start it rolling again and actually cause damage to other cars. So I scoot back in to the restaurant to try to find the hapless parker. I should have realized my mistake, but I headed for the "chevy" clubbers and said "is anyone driving the classic Chevy Chevelle, cause it's taking an unapproved glide through the parking lot." Condescending smiles and negative head shakes greet my announcement. Apparently they are CORVETTE chevy lovers, not classically restored Chevelles. Cruised the restaurant looking for a worried patron, and nobody bit. Having done my civic duty, we carried on and out. Probably the person was too embarrassed in that crowd to admit they liked an old muscle car over the sleekly sexier classic corvette. Ah well.

IS IT OVER YET? SUMMER THAT IS.

2011-08-21T09:08:00.000-07:00

So many things to rant about. Stock market continues to bounce as traders take quick profits. Love how they toy with our futures like that. No real progress on the "jobs, jobs, jobs" agenda the "r's" ran campaigns on. Ahh not happening boys and girls. Though the crackpots that keep climbing out of the primordial slime to throw their prospective chapeaus in the ring are amusing, if not downright scary! So I have an idea, let's vote for them again. Definition of insanity I believe.

There is such a frenzy on putting a negative spin on everything they want to pick on the prez for going on vacation??? Ahh the bushman took a month at a time, since I suppose technically he wasn't running anything anyway. That kind of proves it I think. If you still don't believe go back and watch the tape of him reading to the kiddies when all "hell" broke loose in New York and he just sat there because he really didn't know what to do-a show of being in charge would have been nice. And hello, (don't you hate valley girl slang) do you really think the prez isn't connected six ways from Friday no matter where he/she is-this ain't horse and buggy days folks. Geez.

Now let's start passing laws on "social issues", huh? Jobs, jobs, jobs remember and stay the hockey puck out of my bedroom and doctor's office. Independents, older people, young people and women do vote don't you know. Though the new rules on showing six pieces of ID, stating your "party" to vote and not allowing students access to voting in their college town smacks of a conspiracy of fear the "r's" have of losing their power grab status. Everybody needs to start showing some respect for the intelligence of the people they represent instead of telling us what is good for us. Two ears and one mouth for a reason folks. Whew-that rant was cathartic. I feel better.

I AM NOT AMUSED SAYETH THE JUDGE

2011-07-30T09:06:00.000-07:00

Well the Burt-man had his day in court as jury member number 4.(you're always number 1 with me!). Anyway a simple domestic abuse charge-though I suppose you can never call that simple, managed to last all day until after 6 o'clock. What is amusing or tragic depending upon your point of view, the jury was out 20 minutes, did one paper vote and came back in "guilty". Apparently that could have been decided several hours earlier.

The first 3 hours were spent reviewing 7 medical records by prosecutor, defense and one witness. Couldn't you have stipulated those pieces of evidence before you tied everybody up all morning? As I told the boy when he left, remember justice is swift. Especially since I was waiting for him to get home to go to an event with me. His take on the whole thing was pretty much everyone appeared to be lying except the cop. As each witness did their utmost to destroy any previously submitted testimony it became "circus-like".

He enjoyed the judge who liked to cut to the chase when the defense went into long-winded hash and rehash of every question. At one point the judge said "you're going to ask her this" "her answer is that" move on. WTF? Was the lawyer getting paid by the hour? Oh yeah, he was. LOL.

NOT SO AMUSING

2011-07-23T08:20:00.000-07:00

This picture illustrates why universal health care is needed. This is an actual picture from our break room at work on behalf of a student intern with no benefits. It is asking fellow workers to drop in their change to help a child fighting cancer. Working parents should not have to rely on charity to save their daughter's life.

JULY AMUSING

2011-07-16T09:32:00.000-07:00

Busy July makes you wonder what is so horny about October when all these were conceived? July 16 is the paternal unit's 87th. In descending order - Saint Burt and Dr Mark attained Social Security status while young Jamie is only 9 months shy of terrorizing the neighborhood when he gets his learner's permit. That's just on the Sweet side with a couple more on the Ide side as well.

The occasion(s) will be suitably noted by our usual mix of potent libations, liar's poker and general hilarity marked by nasty and extremely judgmental (though witty) comments on old age. Works for us with paybacks both brutal and expected.

JULY MUSINGS

2011-07-16T09:20:00.001-07:00

Ever notice how at a certain level of money, income, etc. people suddenly become more miserly? I am not sure at what level that is-I'm apparently not there yet. But at some point a fear arises that someone is going to take it from them and a conservative philosophy takes over. It's mine-mine-mine. No one else should have it. Yet, charity begins at home and those who have the most can also give the most.

I know I don't understand why we continue to give handouts to people and countries who hate us and laugh at us behind our backs but feel such loathing and, lets call it what it is, fear of those at home in our own backyards who we are afraid are going to take what we have. They haven't earned it, it's mine.

One friend put it this way-people still believe they can be part of the rich and elite and as long as they think that, they are willing to trample others to get there. The sad truth is, yes, there is that possibility through much hard work and a probably a lot of luck, but most of us will just be what we are reliant on our jobs and savings to see us through. Yet we continue to idolize the 1% who, trust me, are laughing at us poor saps who continue to defend "their" lifestyles in hopes of achieving the same.

Put it another way. What did you do with your tax break? Spent it on necessities and paying off some bills. What did the 1% do? Another yacht or off shore account. Not condemning just observing. We need to understand this and start standing up for those who have no voice and influence. There's a lot of us in that 99% if we only understood our power.

LEADERS et al

2011-06-19T07:27:00.000-07:00

I'm just one opinion. But don't we want leaders who ultimately make the decisions and carry the responsibility? From the President to the business owner, to the coach to the first line supervisor I believe that is what we get paid for. Yes, take other opinions, do your research, trust your gut, then make a decision. And be prepared to sit back and take the criticism from the 20-20 hindsight armchair quarterbacks who don't have the ability, or possibly the guts, to make any decision. At least not one where they bear the sole responsibility. Hang together so no one can say you alone did that. I believe that's called courage whether it be in the workplace, on a camping trip, in a crisis, privately or on a worldwide stage.

Dithering doesn't get the job done or the battle won. Sometimes even when the decision is to do nothing.

SUMMERTIME & THE LIVING IS BREEZY

2011-06-09T16:30:00.001-07:00

June, one of the prime boating months and the Burt man gets a jury summons for the entire month! The Court eager to start ruining his summer right away, calls him in June 7.

We were pushing for him to wear his totally patriotic red, white & blue Tabasco American flag shirt, but he opted for quiet brown plaid instead. Apparently every form of dress is acceptable right up to the dude who was 30 minutes late wearing yellow and white beach gear and flip flops.

The "instructions" indicated proper garb as being casual-something you would wear to an interview or church. Huh? Now that's like receiving a wedding invite that specifies guest wear semi-dressy casual cocktail bathing attire.

Anyway he won the lottery right away and has an invite to a party on July 26. One day-no muss, no fuss, do not pass go and do not collect $200. Not sure if I can reveal his "voir dire" (look it up!)until after the trial so stay tuned. Needless to say no one in the courtroom laughed but I found it priceless!

MAY DAY MAY DAY

2011-05-26T11:55:00.000-07:00

That's a prophetic title. Love things that have two different meanings.

Yes, the budget was done in record time. First time in 50 years. Two thoughts.

1) What will they do all summer now that their main work is done this highly effective full-time paid legislature- damage control I imagine.

2) Budget can be done in record time if you balance it on the backs who have the most to lose and the smallest ability to be heard. Plus graveling down or refusing to hear any opposition positions. This is democracy? But by golly, the promises were kept for business. Kudos

RANDOM THOUGHTS

2011-05-15T07:42:00.000-07:00

I probably should blog more often. Practice and all that. I remember Mother telling me, every uttering does not have to be O'Henry worthy. Well when you're anal of course it does.

I remember writing to my nephew Nic when he went to college. I would just sit and write nonsense about everyday things and he said there was a certain (warped) audience who would query on whether he heard from his crazy Aunt Sheila lately so they could hear the letters. I'm sure dramatic flair was utilized to emphasis my more outrageous ravings. An occasional check would also be enclosed which of course added to the interest level but I do think he enjoyed the letters too. There may be a market in writing nonsense that I should probably research. No worse than the "pap" that goes for news these days.

Isn't it interesting that multi-billion dollar corporations (read oil)are making the case that they need their tax incentives to continue their, oh I don't know, billion dollar quarterly profits or prices will go up (further) and jobs will be lost. Huh? Isn't business profit supposed to be used to increase product, fund new technology, expand the business etc? When did a work ethic and plowing your profits back into the business turn into government subsidies to make money? Yet certain groups want to condemn the poor and disenfranchised who are looking for some assistance as well from circumstances that were, in most cases, beyond their control? Odd that.

Middle east spring may be turning into the middle east winter Ben Stein says. Remember what happens to any of my brothers and sisters wherever they are happens to us all. Like it or not we are one world and too many petty, self-centered interests are battling for supremacy. If you ask most people they just want to live, love and thrive without espousing one radical cause or another. Unfortunately the ones who passionately care about dominating others seem to be winning.

And when did we ask those we elected to cram social and religious agendas down our collective throats. I believe you all ran on jobs, jobs and more jobs. Where the heck are the jobs, regulations against those who drove us into this economic nightmare and the help for America you promised? Hopefully our memories are long.

A young man who admittedly through his own fault, loses the ability to walk in a tragic accident, becomes an inspiration to an engineering professor and students at his university. He "walks" to his graduation and accepts his diploma. That's what its all about.

AT WHAT COST?

2011-05-10T05:24:00.000-07:00

Well joyous news I guess. The State budget will be approved early and way ahead of deadline. I will admit that is an improvement. However how transparent a budget can it be when there are only two bills? One for Education and one for everything else. Interesting.

Though I realize I am not an expert I have to wonder. Doesn't that mean you can move funding all over without oversight, without debate, without interference? Appears "less than transparent". And since the chairs are stacked with questionable beings (lobbyists, old cronies from 8-10 yrs ago) and you know, favors must be paid back, do you think the "people" most affected will have any say or influence? Not "bloody" likely.

Let the games begin.

IS IT SPRING YET?

2011-04-30T08:50:00.000-07:00

Hey I love Michigan and all its seasons, just not in the same week!!! It's crazy carrying an ice scraper, umbrella and sunglasses everywhere. Anyway been bugging the Burt man to get my hummer (hummingbird) feeder up to see if my buddy Humvee makes an appearance. Hmmm bugging about a bird feeder. I guess it's related. I could say badgering but then that introduces another species.

Anyway despite our best efforts to destroy the environment, my daffodils have come up for the record 29th year and the tulips are cautiously expanding and furiously retreating as the temperature plays havoc with their colorful destiny. The boat has made it from storage to the garage, but hitting the lake is a whole other story. The grass is lush except where the moles have made merry.

I believe we are heading directly into summer - do not pass GO - do not collect spring dollars. But darn it, we don't care what the thermometer says, shorts and sandals are in evidence everywhere. Now the young people I get, they wear them all winter. But the chick I saw today was over 65 unless I miss my guess. Funny how the older I get the more age I have to put on it to describe an "older" person. LOL. At any rate, ewwwwhhh.

JUST SAYIN'

2011-04-30T08:34:00.000-07:00

What a joyous week. Michigan House passed a budget that taxes seniors and the poor, takes from schools, does away with property tax and charitable credits while giving big business a huge tax break. Now I know it's been since the early 70's since I took college econ, but I do believe I remember the old supply and demand scenario described by Professor MendelScleck. When you tax the crap out of the widget buyers, they don't buy widgets. Instead tax breaks allow huge bonuses and large salaries for short-time CEO's who do nothing to improve the bottom line. But apparently it's all the fault of the workers or the pensioners or the poor. It had nothing to do with Wall Street and the Banks greedily absconding with all the money (which funded the pensions btw) or large businesses run into the ground by inept management. Again basic economics says the company deserves to go under if it is not run efficiently. New economics apparently is strip the company of its assets, pay the top couple of folks and blame the workers. Sad part is, "we the people" are buying into it that it's all our fault and hating on each other. Hmmmmm

For 40 years the r's have been saying cutting taxes will lead to jobs. Uh duhh, definition of stupidity "keep doing the same thing and expect different results". I'm no genius, but I do think cutting entitlements to special interests and lobbyists that benefit a few, chasing fraud and waste rather than assuming "everyone" is on the "take" and taxing services would be palatable and would involve "all of us" to participate in the cure. Oops too logical I guess.

LOVE & OTHER MUSINGS

2011-02-16T17:52:00.001-08:00

Mother told me when I first got engaged. Love is easy to find. Staying in love is hard. Being in the throes of exciting romantic love I did not fully understand what she meant.

Now 40 years later I think I am beginning to understand.

JUST SHOOT ME

2011-02-06T10:13:00.000-08:00

Opinion this week on the legislation presented this week on doing away with "no gun zones" - churches, schools, sporting venues, etc.

"Carrying to a sporting event, a street festival or school without incident appears overly optimistic. Police are highly schooled on when to draw their weapon and even they make mistakes. With sports fans threatening referees on a decision and parents physically attaching other parents at their children's events, I have to think there will be times when good judgment will probably not prevail."

NO APOLOGY

2011-02-06T09:56:00.000-08:00

Heard something today that underlines what I have been thinking for quite awhile. I am so tired of our constant "glamorizing of ignorance" and putting down education and intellectual abilities. We truly need the best of us, the most intelligent, the most educated to help solve the problems of this world. And we need to quit putting down compassion and offering a hand up as un-American.

Are you listening SP and others of your ilk? Notoriety does not give you the right to have a worthwhile opinion on matters that are clearly above your level of intelligence and experience. Those getting the press are merely loud entertainment. Meanwhile the worthwhile people of the world are quietly going about their business making it better for us all. Thank you.

ENTITLEMENTS

2010-09-08T15:51:00.001-07:00

Why is it ok to provide bailouts, tax breaks, etc. to large corporations, banks or Wall Street but not a handout to individuals who need assistance? I can only conclude that it is far easier to hate an individual and assume they are lazy then to blame the corporation who caused the situation.

BUTTERFLIES ARE DISTRACTING

2010-08-08T15:21:00.000-07:00

Odd thing happened today. At the very moment Dad called to see if I wanted something he and Mother received as a wedding gift many moons ago, a butterfly was frantically trying to get my attention at the window. I know that messenger, so I said "yes". Symbols are where you find them and I always had a thing for brushed aluminum anyway....

CONVENIENT TRUTHS/POLITICAL SCENES & SCHEMES

2010-08-08T15:03:00.000-07:00

Really hate this time of year. When the exaggerations and outright lies permeate the airways pretty much 24/7 or 31 as Jake says. If this whole economic mess was the fault of one person or two why haven't we taken them out already? So easy to sit on the periphery and point out what should be or should have been done. And, oh yes, it's the fault of one person, or one philosophy or one party. Grow up already! Shall we point out that this whole ball of yarn starting unraveling due to the unsheathed claws of the wall street traders, greedy CEOs (with no expectations, stake or loyalty) and unscrupulous bankers, as we merrily played along buying houses we knew we couldn't afford and running up debts that we were assured we had years to pay off....

The rallying cry "Let us have less regulation and let business run it's business". Would it be facetious (or obvious)to point out that business as usual is what probably caused this morass of molasses that we call the economy. Need I point out that jobs got moved out of the US when it became cheaper to ship things in then pay our own people? Ah well. That's business. Then when something goes wrong-think oil spill- the scream for govt regulators rings out across the land. Make up your minds people!!!!

Ok to bail out banks who don't make loans, wall street with its traders who are happily taking their profits with their manipulations of panic vs. optimism. However not ok to save an industry and it's suppliers that employed a lot of the middle class. And lest we forget-who is actually paying back the loans made by govt? Hmmmm makes you think.... Replace the incumbents with the other side and we take the same route the other way, wasting time and money merrily along the way again!

The anger and frustration is healthy. All I ask is "do the homework" "research the issues" "determine who is legit and who really has the interests of all at heart" "take care of your fellow citizens who need help" "offer assistance to those who just need a little something to get back on their feet" "say no to the power brokers who do not care what happens to you" "don't be swayed by personal or religious agendas" "do not believe the lies". Do your own thinking and do the right thing. I will respect you more.

THE SEASON OF PANDERING POLITICIANS

2010-06-30T16:35:00.000-07:00

It is so amusing if it wasn't so tragic. Got to love this time of year when the politicians are throwing out all their fantastic ideas for fixing the economy. Duhh, begs the questions:

1) if you knew the answers how come you didn't tell anyone?
2) if it was that easy and obvious what do we need you for?
3) if you have good ideas why didn't you unselfishly put together a group of like-minded soothsayers and promote the changes that will save the world?
4) if it was that easy to change legislation and legislators how come nobody can do it?

But come January it will be back to business as usual and blaming the previous administration. Predictable and depressing...

PICKY PICKY

2010-06-27T08:10:00.000-07:00

LSJ opinion this week-apparently I was the only one to oppose the prevailing sentiment. In response to whether we should give the primary over to the two highest vote getters I wrote:

"I am intrigued with the thought of actually picking the best candidates unhampered by party designation. As soon as some appear of course. The current closed system allows no chance for those of alternate and whimsical parties to even wet their toes in the murky pond called "fair and open" elections. It's about Michigan's economy not personal and private agendas. Independents unite and let's get this idea rolling! Partisan politics are dead! Long live freedom of choice!"

However what they printed was:

"I am intrigued with the thought of actually picking the best candidates unhampered by party designation. As soon as some appear, of course. The current system allows no chance for those of alternate and whimsical parties. Independents unite and let's get this idea rolling!"

Now I don't know about you'all, but those changes take away the "tongue in cheek" humor I was using to make a point that it's all about which party has the best machine and smear tactics. They forget the issues they are being asked to address and espouse support for "personal" issues that have nothing to do with the public needs. Humor that makes a point is ok, but don't change the "sense" with the editing.

75 words limitation is confining to say the least!

LEGAL BLOW

2010-06-11T06:47:00.000-07:00

For June 13 the State Journal asked our opinion on making those fireworks that are currently illegal (you know the ones that climb into the air and go BOOM) should be made legal in Michigan. My response was:

"Yes. Safety is an issue, but it is with illegal fireworks as well. The careless will still thin out the herd with their foolish actions. Let the State reap the tax revenue from one of those pesky vices people will indulge in anyway, and free up law enforcement to chase "other" criminals. Also as long as we're at it, one of my clan thinks we should legalize fireworks fishing as well."

KRISTEN'S PEOPLE

2010-06-05T08:42:00.000-07:00

Yes, I have been tempted to write about my own outrage at everything that is going on socially, economically, politically. But what it comes down finally, is that we are finally motivated-right or wrong. In a lot of cases we are angry at the wrong people or entities, but we feel helpless and are fighting for some sort of control. Enough said. Which brings me to the life-affirming issues and the cycles that we engage in and embrace.

Every year around our house it is not Spring until Kristen's people appear. These are those wooden figures that you see around people's homes that range from chickens, to slinking cats, bent-over ladies showing more than they should, etc. Ours came from Great-Grandpa to Kristen. The dutch boy and girl who Kristen would always place facing each other, though her father would toy with her observation skills by posing them in odd positions. She would always put them back where they belonged-face to face looking lovingly into each other's eyes. She's a romantic.

There's also the rabbit with the hoe whom old Farmer McGregor would have appreciated. A bunny who toils rather than steals. My Dad picked up a bb gun we kept by the patio door one day (to pop ground moles-LOL) and starting taking shots at Kristen's people. He remarked that he thought that was so accommodating that we supplied targets! NOOOOO. Ah well Kristen's people survived the onslaught. I put balloons out for him to shoot. (Note to self: bb guns are not that freakin' accurate).

Every Spring they come out and every Fall they go back into their dark little space in the shed. As inevitable as daylight, as comforting as a Mother's hand. Seasons progress regardless of the human turmoil that persists.

However this year Kristen, who has long since moved away and is busily creating her own family, her own cycles and traditions, found a little gift planted at her house while she and her husband were away. A whole new set of Kristen's people waiting amidst the bushes and flowers in her little garden spot. A hunting cat, red birds and of course, two little wooden people looking lovingly into each other's eyes. May they herald Spring at my beloved daughter's house as they always have at ours.

GRADUATED OPINIONS

2010-06-05T08:35:00.000-07:00

The State Journal asked, as usual this time of year, what advice the community panel had for the 2010 graduates. Mine hasn't changed much over the past couple of years.

"Today you feel that you've climbed that mountain, but it's just a foothill to the rest of your life. Laugh more than you cry. Love your family because they are with you-good, bad and ugly and part of you no matter what. Point out when the emperor has no clothes even if you are the only one with the courage to say it. And, finally, if you don't own the business, you don't get to make the rules!"

As a safety professional and human resources director for many years, I have the most issues with the last one -LOL.

WHO DO YOU TRUST?

2010-01-18T10:39:00.000-08:00

When asked by the LSJ which side I had more confidence in the legislature or insurance companies in setting car insurance rates, my response probably echoed most peoples'.

Frankly, I do not believe either "authority" at this point. Both sides are presenting noisy rhetoric and finger-pointing with little or no explanation. If bad credit scores make people crash their cars in sheer despair, let's hear the proof! Or does it make sense to arbitrarily (the legislature) cut rates wherever and for whomever with no rationale?

The insurance industry should be able to demonstrate statistical information proving who has a higher rate of claims and the legislature should quite playing to popular sentiment and weigh the facts. Maybe they could sit down, shut up and "listen" to each other?

COLOR ME BLUE

2010-01-12T04:51:00.000-08:00

Latest rant. Why is such a big deal being made out of idiotic remarks made a couple of years ago? The President has accepted the apology and moved on. We need to do the same. How can he be the president of us all when certain interest groups continually want him to make "issues" out of everything. We have fought these wars before- racism, sexism, orientation. We are all human beings, each with our own talents, failures and humanity. Get over it already.

As a woman who broke several barriers in the course of my non-traditional career over the years, I understand what it's like to be different. If I carried a chip on my shoulder and rallied for "my rights" every day and on every issue I dare say I would have not been able to accomplish half of what I had done. Sometimes you just have to ignore the subtle insults and prove you can do the job. But making me stop to insist on my "rights" doesn't work people!

Eventually we all have to get along with each other and accept what each of us brings to the table. Do we have built-in bias' and fears? Of course. But the sooner we get over it, the stronger we will be.

TERROR SCENES

2010-01-07T14:54:00.000-08:00

LSJ question this week was what were our thoughts about protecting the public against terrorist threats like the one in Detroit at Christmas. Serious stuff and opinion, but my answer did make me laugh.

Upon asking for input from my peers the best suggestion was landing everyone on an island and bringing them in on metal-detecting boats and buses. Also prohibit all carry-ons! That one seems obvious. Otherwise let's use a little common sense on the profiling. In most terrorist events, the perpetrator looks pretty much the same. Stop harassing the middle-aged professionally dressed female business traveler. Oh,and one more thought. We might quit advertising every detail of the security measures being used!

LSJ OPINIONS

2009-11-15T08:23:00.000-08:00

Thought I would post a couple of recent opinions that did not make the Sunday edition. They are always online for LSJ, but hard to find. Difficult to express all the thoughts or issues in 75 words or less, but therein lies the challenge!

For the question on what I would like to see in the State budget:

"The State needs to get creative when it comes to the regulations and tax structures that are crippling small and mid-size companies. They are the ones struggling to survive yet employ 1,000's of people. They do not have the clout to demand concessions yet they will bring this state back if we just support their efforts. Some assistance or alternatives to allow smaller companies to cover health care costs would also be a major step forward."

On the question of what I would like to see in the next Governor:

"First there should be a limit on election spending. No buying of elections. The next governor should be compassionate to the needs of the people yet strong enough to make the tough decisions regardless of who it upsets. However no governor can succeed or focus on more important issues when they are constantly wrangling with a self-serving partisan legislature. "Politics as usual" has been a devastating win/lose game with Michigan taxpayers ending up the losers. Get over yourselves!"

ONE SMALL LIGHT

2009-11-07T08:33:00.001-08:00

One must admit there are extremists on both ends of the world view spectrum which really do not define who most of us are and what we believe. As we grow a little older and hopefully wiser, we find our ideals encompass both liberal and conservative viewpoints. We believe what we believe based on our experiences, our families, our friends and most of us try to do the right thing.

But I have to admit if it wasn't for those annoying, saber rattling, hysterical opposite views being expressed,the world would be a scarier place. Debate and protest prevent one group from taking over completely and I thank whoever, that we can still do so in this country.

I ask you, if the crackpot liberals did not keep fighting for what they believe is right the wealthy, the bankers and wall street would force us to take whatever they deem fit and personal freedom would be a thing of the past. And if the wild-eyed conservatives did not continually fight to preserve their world view we would probably descend into chaos.

So I raise a glass to both sides of the everlasting debate as I contemplate the wisdom of my 57 or is it 58 years on this planet. ROCK ON!

FALLING SCENES

2009-10-03T09:00:00.000-07:00

Noticed a bouquet of fall flowers today. The colors were rich and succulent. Reds, yellows, purplish pink and white. Funny that the end of the season presents such vivid colors. Every notice how on a sunny fall day the sky is so blue it almost hurts your eyes? The leaves wear crimson and golden coats just before they skydive to their eventual demise. Almost as if the dying makes everything more colorful and vibrant.

A metaphor for life, love and death. A fever burns hotter; eyes shine brighter. A glimpse into heaven. Makes a lot of sense really. Two years ago this week. There must be a butterfly nearby....

SCENES OF PROTEST

2009-09-13T07:51:00.000-07:00

I find the vehemence and passion of the protests against a health care reform totally amazing. This affects every citizen of this country. People should not have to die for lack of care or go bankrupt due lack of coverage.

Where were all these protesters when Wall Street was bailed out and executives rewarded for crashing the economy? Where were the marchers and venomous rhetoric against the bank bailouts which were used for executive bonuses and banks buying up other banks. Yet the businesses and people who were begging for a small piece of these billions for loans "WHICH THEY WOULD PAY BACK" were getting nada. Ahh ahh the same people and businesses who would stop foreclosures, produce products, pay their workers and get the economy going again.

Protest and disruption are great tactics. We children of the 60's and 70's learned that lesson very well. Unfortunately normally thinking, intelligent people are questioning the need for health care reform rather than the tactics that are being used to confuse and condemn any change. Apparently it is ok for the rich to get richer, but not for the rest of us to have the basics of preventative care and choice. The large insurance companies control 70 to 95% of the business in most states. There is no choice.

Is the govt perfect? No of course not, but changes are needed and it takes a giant and compassion to slay the other giants. All options require compromise, but to do nothing but accept the status quo rewards the wrong segment of society and may condemn many to bankruptcy or worse.

HUMMER UPDATE

2009-08-29T09:37:00.000-07:00

Apparently the original visitor "HUMVEE" as I like to call him/her as been joined by other greedy friends. A longer, skinnier version of the first and a smaller neck-banded male of much aggression. The battle ensues when one attempts a quick snack and run. Bombarding mites blow each other off course in a comical aerial act of foolhardy bravery. They literally fly sideways to avoid the evil wings and beak of the feathery flapping defense. He jealously guards the red sugar water that, trust me, one little bird smaller than the size of my fist could not possibly hope to demolish within his or her lifetime.

To be available for guard duty we have determined he must hang in a nearby tree or bush ready for instant attack should another hungry beastie approach. Metaphor for life I suppose. If you are not willing to share you are doomed to spend every waking minute defending your treasure from the marauding hordes who attempt to take it from you. Be sure it is worth the effort I say. He knows that we are talking about him fixing beady eyes on us through the window while pausing gracefully in midair flapping furiously to warn us off. Hilarious yet misguided courage as I am a low carb person uninterested in stealing his overly sugared treat.

SCENES OF KENNEDY

2009-08-29T09:33:00.000-07:00

Although not perfect; a family full of contradictions, excessive behavior, influence and power. One cannot deny that this family of wealth and privilege never forgot that public service is the highest calling and followed the practice to their death. I salute you Senator Kennedy and those that came before you. My hope is that others will follow the path you began.

OF KINGS AND FEATHERS AND HORSEFEATHERS

2009-07-01T16:41:00.000-07:00

Ok initial rant. Why a week's worth of obsession about Jacko Wacko? Come on, the guy had some good music, but face it what did he ever contribute to society? Did he discover a cure for cancer? Make the blind to see and the lame to walk? No. Get over it already or on the other hand, how pathetic that this caused anyone to weep and wail over his loss. He was an entertainer (more in his personal life actually) nothing more. How pathetic.

We certainly like to be entertained with our bread and circuses while Rome burns around us. This type of adulation should be reserved for the truly deserving and it makes me wonder if we are so starved for excitement we just climb aboard the celebrity wagon. Or should I blame the media that wastes so much time on the undeserving for the entertainment value.

Now more important things. My hummer has been making a regular stop at the cheap little plastic red thingee we put out there. When we had the handsome copper and red mansion, he turned his little birdee nose up at it. Apparently hummingbirds are the "common sewers" of the bird world and prefer the trailer with the tassels and spinning tops rather than the fancy pants feeder we were willing to provide for their dining pleasure. Chez Ide was too upscale for my buddy I have dubbed "HumVee".

I look each morning and evening. The Burt man said he was working outside today and it sounded like a freakin' helicopter when he was hitting the feeder. Apparently there is an issue with their little bodies and their long long beaks being too heavy for their wings-thus the constant flapping. Last night the light was on inside and he caught a glimpse of his hosts. I swear his visage showed major surprise and curiosity so much so that he forgot the sugar water and kept peering in the window. Peeping Tom HumVee. Probably the first time he realized that someone must be filling his juice banquet. We were appropriately nonchalant and unobtrusive as good servants should be until he settled down. But now I see him in unexpected places, no doubt trying to see if we are real or not.

GROCERY SCENES

2009-06-13T12:10:00.000-07:00

After another annoying coupon debacle this morning I am forced to surrender to the grocery gods. Yes, you are more powerful and your rules are sufficiently obscure and impossible for most people. You seem benevolent and helpful as we merrily clip our "coups" and try to slide them into a cashier's hands, a smile on our faces, a song in our hearts. Soon our spirits are sent plummeting and we stand embarrassed by our inability to follow the directions and play the game, while the cashier smirks and marks down another point in their insane game of Gotcha. No doubt money is wagered and useless coupons displayed by the register jockeys like tiny colorful trophies.

Basically the rules are simple. Our job is to try to spend as little as possible. Theirs is to tempt you to buy products that you would not normally purchase in order to save money you wouldn't have spent anyway except YOU HAD A COUPON! See how the game goes? Point, game and match to the store. Yes I know there are coupon Queens and Kings who are actually "PAID" to spend money in the store. These people are not real. Even without a Finance degree I believe the stores would actually not be solvent if they allowed the "players" to win more than they wagered. The house always wins.

However it is fun to watch these experts in action. They wait until the groceries are beeped and bagged. As the eager hands reach out for the cash, the players present them with 100 separate coupons which leads to the hilarious game of bag scramble. That is, the baggies and cashies must frantically sort through the jars of yogurt, soup cans and bread to assure each item is in the proper sequence, amount and, no doubt color required. This is usually punctuated by the inevitable public address system announcement "Can I get a price check on the foot fungus medical pads and KY Intensive Sensation?" This is often repeated for maximum effect and embarrassment. The veterans stand their ground, a little smile on their faces. They refuse to accept the attempt at shopper abuse. Revenge is extracted however as the baggies quickly shove the bread to the bottom of the bag to be massacred by the heavier objects that follow.

POLITICAL SCENES

2009-06-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

This depressing trait that no one is responsible for anything and bad things happen due to circumstances beyond our control is wearing thin. It even translates to countries. North Korea sentencing two young women to 12 years of hard labor for stepping over an invisible boundary (alleged)? How anal are we? When our paranoia translates into destruction and mayhem for no other reason than we want to be noticed, we want more power or the most disturbing one of all-in the name of religion- we show we have learned nothing as a supposedly intelligent species capable of higher motivation.

SCENES OF FREEDOM

2009-05-12T16:30:00.000-07:00

I have been thinking a lot about what this country means to me lately. We are going through a terrible time, but innately I believe we will rise like the phoenix strong and beautiful again. It is in fire that metal is tested and made stronger. EWHH yeah I know, but I do feel like that.

In multiple discussions with many people about how they are feeling right now, certain truths seem to emerge. From a foreign friend. He criticizes this country,but he has to admit the energy of this country and the freedom to be who you want to be in America. From died-in-the-wool conservatives. Their frantic dance to criticize everything and try to pin it on one group, or one ideal or one philosophy. The more education we receive, the more we think, the more we explore, the more we debate, the more we realize it is not that simple. There are so many facets to what happens, so many reasons that things progress or regress for that matter. Global warming-civilization's indulgence in fossil fuels or inevitable ebb and flow of Mother Earth's cycles? Evolution or divine -why must they be mutually exclusive? Constant warfare in the name of religion? The lust for power at all costs. Religion-is it meant to suppress individual questions, control the masses or is it true enlightenment vs. fear of the unknown?

For me it all comes down to one or two significant events. My Mother who always espoused the liberal agenda, some might say. But who always dared to say you are allowed to think, apply logic and tell the emperor he has no clothes. Truth. Or a teacher I had in 6th grade, Mr. Molnar. This man had escaped from Hungary from behind the Iron Curtain in the 50's. That's what we called it then. Communism vs. democracy - it was so clear. Risking his life to come to America. When he attained his citizenship the local paper came to take pictures and celebrate this moment. He begged them not to publish the story as he still had family in Hungary who would be threatened by his success. 1961 and he had to protect his family from the tyranny of his home country.

To me that is what this country is about. When a president decides to eavesdrop on its own citizens, does not feel the need to secure a legal subpoena or considers torture in the name of security, I have to protest and say that is not the America that I know and love. I am willing to trade the "illusion" of security for the freedom that I was fortunate to be born to. So be it.

RANDOM SCENES

2009-05-10T09:08:00.000-07:00

First a shout-out to all you MOMS out there. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! My own chick just left after a couple hours of good conversation and laughter. Love this grown-up version of the two of us. I really admire her ability to befriend and be friendly to folks and always up for an adventure. Her father and I are much more reclusive and solitary. She's just fun to be around!

Out this morning several times looking for a butterfly. It's probably too cold, but I have faith. My little Rose of Sharon bush is finally showing signs of life so it seems only fair that Mother should make an appearance at some time today. Miss you!

Oh yeah another random thought. The prevalence of "round-abouts" these days instead of stop signs and stop lights. Supposed to keep the traffic moving. To me they are suburbia's own version of highway "chicken". Each vehicle approaches from one of four sides. That dramatic moment as we all try to avoid making eye contact-peripheral vision on high alert (well you do need a little warning as several tons of steel makes a pass towards you). Loss of points if you make eye contact as you have acknowledged there are others who may or may not have rights in this battle.

A frantic dive past the yield sign and the inevitable cape-swirl (think bullfighter) as we try to skim past the oncoming cars in the circle. Sometimes I fear I will be trapped in the middle never finding a opening to escape the concrete merry-go-round as I shoot for the originally scheduled left turn. Though it would be worse to be the timid one who hesitates before entering the fray drawing mocking laughter and head shakes from the braver participants.

I am thinking of mounting nasty viking horns on the roof of my vehicle and a totally raucous and annoying car horn to intimidate the opposition. Ah well for 5 seconds of my commute I do get my jollies.

SPRING HAS SPRUNG

2009-04-30T16:41:00.000-07:00

Don't' you just love how Michigan heralds Spring. I am carrying umbrella, gloves and ice scraper in the car. All could be used in the course of a few days. Love the fricking April showers, la da da, but enough already. The flowers, grass, trees and robins are literally jumping out of their skins with all the fickle sunshine, rain and arbitrary temperatures. Renewal. Sometimes I wasn't sure it was going to happen with all the doom and gloom every day, but the world keeps clicking regardless of our "temporary" disasters. Actually there is a certain comfort in knowing that what Man and Woman kind does in the course of human events, the world will do its thing despite our best efforts.

Dad finally held his Spring soiree. Lots of good eats and cutthroat poker. Well at least it is to me. For those who don't know, I hate to lose. Whether it be a card game or a fight to the death. The world loves a winner. Which is why the Burt man said "don't' be giving sportsmanlike advice to Kristen". Bahh. Who wants to come in second. Pretty funny though as I browbeat Colleen into "just play the cards, show us your third degree burn at the break". I'm such an itch-bay. She is so sweet, but I really feel bad when I can see her cards every time she holds up her hand. Did I take advantage, well duhhhh....

Marcie starts in my building next week! Crazy! Should be fun, so I guess I better clean up my Dilbert cube to look organized. Heck who am I kidding? You leave everything out so you don't forget it. Remember the days when secretaries did your filing and kept your schedule. Pulling out whatever backup material you needed for the day's assignments? Yeah fig newton of my imagination too. Wish I hadn't wasted my time doing those things as administrative when I could have been listening to my IPOD and texting my buddies. Sigh. Actually not a bad day and feeling pretty good. No swine flu here......

CARIBBEAN MUSE CHAPTER 6

2009-03-29T12:47:00.001-07:00

Our final night on board, Saturday, we three aft deckies hosted an end of the cruise appetizer and wine party. Mostly fueled by the various bottles of wine we had accumulated over the course of the week and a couple of deli trays. Brian contributed plates of goodies from the buffet and charming little tuxedo clad penguins of chocolate from the ship board cafe. As it was also the anniversary of what would have been Mother's 81st birthday, we began the party with a toast to her who no doubt was seated right in the midst of the hilarity. Fireworks accompanied our toast as the final sunset of the trip displayed itself in timely fashion and succulent glory as old Sol glided majestically into the briny deep of the Atlantic. How's that for freakin' poetry?

The moment led to minor meltdowns for the eldest and youngest of the party for different reasons. Reminiscence has been a large part of the last year and a half both during familiar get-togethers and as part of our new adventures. The rest of us engaged in a three team battle of Trivia. One thing became clear was that each team was lacking in the basics of trivial knowledge; with every team missing the same answers! Perhaps these things really did not happen.....and history lies. However when a brilliant answer was plucked from the proverbial air and somewhere deeper, there was major excitement and much argument over the veracity of the answer.

We all were up early as disembarkation began at 7:30 am. Believing in the kindness of humankind (though after the rudeness experienced throughout the trip, I don't know why I thought that); we headed for the elevators laden with our trunks and treasures. After watching car after car go by jammed to the ceiling and very disinterested passengers, who trying very hard not to make eye contact, we decided to hump it down the stairs. Oddly my suitcase had gained weight so humping down the stairs actually meant bumping it down the stairs as I could not pick it up. This led to further problems at the airport. Strange note: the trip back to the airport was $5less than the trip out. Those gypsy cabbies.....

We were informed at the counter that we were 4 lbs too heavy which results in a $50"shame on you" tax. Apparently if you pay the extra money, the plane mysteriously becomes bigger and able to fly heavier loads; or perhaps you can pump more gas in-who knows? Well choosing the cheaper part of valor, we dumped some bottles of goo that we didn't need-no not the Frangelica-and were able to make fighting weight. Although those, who shall remain nameless, merely checked their bags at the curb and thus avoided the whole "Biggest Loser" debacle altogether.

We spent the next few hours in a cut throat euchre game in the airline member lounge. Jammed in with a bunch of other "elites". Hey we were very happy for the comfortable surroundings, snackies and free Bloody Marys. We floated back to reality in Detroit facing winter once more. Racing to get from terminal "Siberia" to terminal "Way the Heck Over There" and hurtling up and down escalators which included taking one lap through a truly psychedelic corridor (lights & music) the final insult. The only time on the entire trip we were delayed was our puddle jumper from Detroit to Flint. Too much fuel on board so they had to dump it, pump it? Something. The B man said couldn't they just circle the parking lot for awhile. If it burns fuel like our boat, two times around ought to do it.

We then boarded a plane so small, I had to duck getting down the aisle and I'm the short one! Our steward was about the age of Abraham (after the kid grew up). We speculated on what mortal sin he had committed to get the 7:00 pm Sunday night flight duty to Flint. At any rate, he checked our belts, reiterated the messages no one listens to anyway, strapped himself into his jump seat, turned out the light, and as far as I know went to sleep. I'm telling you he was about 90 years old. Hate to see him trying to get the chute open and down if we had to crash land. No doubt, he would be the last one off the bird, like an hour later.

Being with everyone for this cruise was the high point even with the normal upsets and misunderstandings. We are all different and at least there is enough to do on board to do your own thing if you can find it. I think though we all retreated to our respective caves for a while to relish our togetherness and recover from it all! A big YAH to the Committe Chair M-girl who organized the trip.

CARRIBEAN MUSE CHAPTER 5

2009-03-15T12:39:00.000-07:00

Last port of call was Grand Turk Island. As it was recently devastated by a hurricane (apparently the flat islands fare worse), there was little to do onshore. They did offer a tour of the "hurricane flattened areas" along with stories from the survivors. Not conducive to a relaxing tour of paradise.

Fortunately there was another heavenly option in the offing which was a full-blown, Jimmy Buffett, pounding DJ's, giant bong-filled alcohol fueled, cheeseburgers in Paradise, Margaritaville! What a gas. We made it that far from the ship and planted anchor for the rest of the day. They had a swim up pool which we left to the younger crowd as it was quite nippy (70's I believe) and stayed with a poolside table where we could watch all the action. There was non-stop music and silly games instigated by the DJ in charge.

There was a memorable beer guzzling competition where we were amply represented by our own Matthew R. who played by the rules and lost! But we were proud to back such a worthy entry into the frothy fray which included some spillage and spitting. This was followed by a hysterical scavenger hunt which had Kristen R. scurrying (they are definitely a party couple as is evidenced by their frantic dance off on board to break the 80's trivia tie).

Highlights included her frantically racing around securing beach towels, clothing, drinks, cell phones and one priceless moment when she had to put the shorts on her own cousin! She lagged considerably behind the rest as they were 1) button fly shorts; 2) belonged to his wife so fit was an issue, and 3) well geez it was her cousin! One gentleman, who I believe was European basically stripped off his trunks to supply one of the contestants which led to a very interesting re-robing as he apparently was wearing nothing underneath and beach towels really don't cover the rear very well! Kristen ended up as one item away from the last showdown which was just as well. The final stunt was selecting a likely male specimen, the woman draping herself completely over her victim and having him perform as many push-ups as possible before collapsing into a heap of squished and exhausted puddle of bodies.

A liberal dose of margarita's, beer, etc. of course added the the frivolity of the occasion, but as no one had been asked to steer the boat, we were all able to stagger back onboard and no harm done. The B man and myself, after a mixture of sun, booze, weird food and hilarity decided to fore go dinner that night in favor of taking turns hanging over the railing. As he basically probably only downed one beer, I guess it was the food. Ah well an early night is not all bad....

CARIBBEAN MUSE CHAPTER 4

2009-03-01T09:08:00.000-08:00

Next port of call was St. Thomas island. Was up early and got to see the docking. Island was beautiful in the early morning dawn. Twinkling lights racing up the hills. Actually looked much better in the dark. The dock area was a little seedy except for the "made for tourist" duty free stores and the inevitable Diamonds International store that seem to spring up like ocean flowers on every spit of land.

A myriad of conveyances kept pulling up. Taxis, open air buses, pirate ships, catamarans, private cars (which we were warned about). Yes, I said pirate ships. Apparently the area was known as quite the hangout for the buccaneers including a private castle supposedly inhabited by Blackbeard himself. Modern day pirates use cell phones and wear designer jeans.

Not knowing, we did not book any adventures, but apparently it is definitely worth the price of admission to take the island tours and head to the beach. The open air buses with no seat belts become a dubious safety zone as you make one of the hairpin turns up the mountain and see the passage of your life from a straight drop away zone beneath your trembling gaze. Apparently most of the tourists make it back alright, with the usual allowances for the late returnees, usually singing.

We took a bus into town and were assailed from beginning to end with "need a ride back? come see what we have in here. want to take a tour? buy me, no buy me" Wait that was me looking at jewelry and clothes. As we were the only ship in port at the time the pleas for our attention and our dinero were actively and aggressively sought. Felt kind of special-not.

The open air flea markets are a gas. One gentleman was totally decked out in kind of an African, island outfit complete with feathers covering pertinent parts. The designer sandals and perfect American accent kind of detracted from that, but what the hey-his kink. Still don't know what he was selling as I was kind of mesmerized by his garb.

Retraced our steps with the Blaszaks to an open air establishment as we believed they advertised bathrooms. Very important to mark the locations of those on your tour. Of course it meant we had to re-enter the vendor gaunlet which put them into an absolute frenzy of audible advertising believing their entreaties led to our overwhelming need to come back and buy whatever the heck they were selling. If anything, it got crazier. At any rate we went back to a place that was, and I am not kidding, a bar in a jewelry store! It led to my contemplation of which came first the bar or the jewelry store? (kind of a chicken and egg scenario). Either you needed a drink to drown your sorrows over all you spent on jewelry or you needed to gird your financial loins before you plunked down your gold pieces for their gold pieces.

At any rate, I did not take much persuading to go back as they offered us a small sample of something called a "bushwhacker" on the street as we passed by. Very tasty with an ice cream texture. The thought of the jewelry store in the bar will now become clear. We sat down at the open air bar and ordered bushwhackers. Without measuring, the proprietor poured bottle after bottle of various rums into a previously prepared blender full of ice. An entire shelf is dedicated to this enterprise. He ground it all up and then topped it off with another bottle of "who knows what" and served it. I did not know that many kinds of rum existed, but absolutely delicious. We were warned that touristas the other day had drunk 5 apiece and were carried out, so we stuck with one.

We were further entertained by a local musician who had moved to the island from Philadelphia and thus sparked a friendly argument on the advantages of winter. I think I won when I said well people from the north live longer. No doubt from struggling and surviving all the cold weather. They may live shorter lives, but on the islands time goes slower. Hmmm - tie I guess.

CARIBBEAN MUSE - CHAPTER 3

2009-02-22T12:09:00.001-08:00

After a couple days at sea we finally made landing on St Marteen or is it Maarteen? Anyway depends on whether you are on the french or dutch or mongolian side of the slab. Interesting story that a Frenchman and Dutchman stood back to back and circumnavigated the island and where they met up was where they planted their respective flags. Apparently, the Dutchman stopped for a bit of grog which allowed the french to make up a little more sand time thus netting more land. Knowing my experiences in French wine country, I am disinclined to believe that bit of forklore. My theory is the Frenchman said "Hey buddy (or the french equivalent) look at the sea monster over there and quickly skidded an oversize buccaneer boot over 20 score paces before the inebriated Dutchman turned back with a WTF?

Several of the party took a segway tour of the beach which included a 45 minute dissertation on how the drive the darned things - complete with video I believe. The result of that was one person giving up entirely and another slamming two parked cars (not our group). Though why they would have novice segwayers negotiating: 1) a parking lot; 2) the beach; 3) a crowded boardwalk. Kind of explains all the skid marks on the walkway.

Still feeling rocky from my diminishing cold I chose to come over a little later with the second wave of tourists, the Barnhouses and Blazsaks. After standing in the hot sun for 20 minutes to take the five minute water taxi over to the harbor I attempted a graceful, lady bountiful leap from the boat to the dock. Two seconds later I was sprawled all over the boat attendant who was heroically trying to keep me from falling into the beautiful turquoise Caribbean. Mark's only comment was "don't dance with the help Sheila". Ah well.

After several frantic forays through mounds of tourists and jammed stores on a route which Mark had carefully mapped out before our arrival, we slowed down a bit to look, touch and try on island garb. I left our little party and went to one of the beachfront bars to await the survivors of the segway adventure (no that's really what they called it). Finally relaxed, enjoying the view, bantering with the bartender and taking a slow sip of my margarita I reached into my pocket only to discover-money, driver's license, boat pass and........ NO CREDIT CARD! Now I travel all the time and this was a first.

Frantic I scooped up the Burt man and retraced my steps. On a whim I stopped in a store where I used the facilities while mentally going over all the actions we would now have to take to cancel the missing card and, of course, having no means of further purchasing power, when I rather forlornly asked the poker faced, giant dutch proprietor if he has perhaps found a credit card. Giving me a stern stare he asked my name. Upon my response he held out the missing card and wonder of wonders did not lecture me on my carelessness (well not much anyway)! Totally relieved and kicking myself for my mental lapse I asked very timidly if I could hug him and thanked him for his honesty. Bought something in his store this time too.

We continued with a daring lunch on the island. Lori later told me she never drinks or eats on land. No obvious effects from our adventure. Actually didn't get our food stomach upset episode until the last day at Margaritiville (but that's another story). We wandered the beach where Burt noticed the topless sunbather. Amazing how man radar works to pick out one small (well actually two) out-of-place objects on a crowded beach. Then 3 ladies too lazy to get off their park bench said I had a face that would look good with corn rows. Not sure what kind of compliment that was.

Final hilarity of the day was watching the returning boat people. We were tied up with 3 other ships and our balcony faced the dock. Some people needed quite a bit of support to make it back on board, though the singing and retching was entertaining. The best show was the 3 boaties laden down with packages who showed up oh, about an hour after their boat had sailed. Their body language was sublime. Pure disbelief. Got all the way to the point the boat was originally tied up and just stood staring. Then they took pictures. That's why you carry your driver's license and a credit card.....

CARIBBEAN MUSE - CHAPTER 2

2009-02-07T08:24:00.000-08:00

Have to mention the pen tradition with the Committee. Apparently whenever Lori flies out of Grand Rapids she picks up a pen in the gift shop. As a collectible it lacks future value, but what the hey. Anyway Kathy decided to follow in the tradition and Marcie and I became a part of the "club" as well. Mine was Jose. There was a Luis and a Jesus, Carlos etc. and everyone found their namesake on our trip but me. However I do believe he was around when I heard them singing the National anthem - you know "Jose can you see?" So I am happy.

Funny how quickly you get used to the feel that things are not too steady beneath your feet. Sometimes overtly and others times subtly. Rocking to sleep is nice, I now know why one rocks a baby-really brings you to la-la land quickly or provides a calming effect even when you try to fight it. Apparently takes us back to the womb and the gentle floating feeling when swimming in Mom.

The buffet was an adventure with a wide variety of offerings, most of which were rather interchangeable in taste. Amazing chefs who can make meat, seafood and chocolate all taste the same. Fresh fruit is always available so that was good. Of course everything seems an adventure when you are looking out at the water-no lights or other man-made objects in sight. I have never seen a color to match the incredible navy-blue of very deep water. If I was a painter I would cut off my hand and never lift a brush again once I realized I could not recreate that color in my work. And yes, the Caribbean is turquoise, just like Mother's eyes and warm as bathwater.

However the first day the sea was too rough to land us on the Princess Cay for our first beach day. I didn't mind the extra day of cruising though it would have been nice to get near an on board pool. Apparently if you carve your initials in blood on a deck chair it is yours whether you are physically present or not. The ghost of your desire guards the chair against all invaders. Some confrontations occur so next time I plan on taking an inflatable and staking my claim poolside.

Still recovering from my cold, I tended to wander a bit then go lay down. Get a drink, go lay down. Play bingo, go lay down. Attend a champagne art auction, go- well you get the drift. I was taking my 47th nap of the day Tuesday when I heard the roar from the crowd on deck watching Obama's inauguration. Was able to tune in on my room TV and catch most of it. Very surreal to be cruising the high seas while history is occurring in the States.

Our first dress up night was very elegant and we have the pictures to prove it. Brian was very "james bondish" with his white dinner jacket which he lent Dad for a portrait. Though we thought Dad looked great he was concerned that he looked like an old man. 84 years old and he's afraid he looks like an old man, right. The Committee took a picture with the "old man" which made us look very young, because duhh he "looks like an old man".

Rounded out the evening with a 70's music trivia night where Lori proceeded to kick a--. Got 36 out of 38 points. The one who had 37 must have had help, but she got a bottle of champagne out of the deal.

CARIBBEAN MUSE-Chapter 1

2009-01-28T16:30:00.000-08:00

This will have to happen in chapters. Too much to put down in one setting. Ok-basic impressions. Took off out of Lansing the 17th at 5 am heading to Flint-minus zero temperature so we would totally appreciate it when we got to Florida. Of course contrary to popular advice, we over packed! Who knew you would wear the same shorts and tacky t-shirt each morning until you had to dress for dinner? Where you would graduate to longer shorts and nicer t-shirts? The poker faces of all who served were awe-inspiring. No doubt they attend "how to look at tackily dressed tourists as they may be sitting on a cool million or ten that they may inflict upon you if you ignore their tacky t shirts and shorts?" Aha! simple economics.

Arrived in Ft Lauderdale and found a friendly cabbie to the hotel. Couldn't understand each other, but I'm still guessing friendly. Hyatt Regency-Pier 66 -what? Poison dix? Hyatt. Hey Zeus? Pier 66. Pick up sticks? Here's the f----g address. Oh yes-Hyatt Regency. No - Hotel 6 you crazy cabbie. Come on. The place sports mucho expensive rooms, a marina where God parks his/her yacht and a restaurant on the top of the building so big it has its own lighthouse. Well there's $20 I won't see again. WTF we're on vacation. Go with the flow. Caught up with everyone later in the evening. But first I had a blind date with Marcie's friend Ramah in the bar who knew what I looked like but I didn't know what she looked like. Must have walked up to 14 single women (and men) saying Ramah, Roma, Nemo, Screamo until someone with an infectious laugh finally acknowledged me. As I said this place is where the Supreme Being would park if he/she took a vacation. So apparently I was trying to hit on lesser gods. The bartender was fun though. (see note above about not judging a customer by their tacky shorts and t shirts).

Dinner was a hilarious affair with much noise and exotic cocktails. Dad and I can't hear so most of the hilarity went over our heads. Just smile and nod-works on so many levels. Apparently we all hit our various beds at different times and levels of inebriation. Some, who shall remain nameless, were carried to bed, but all were up and at 'em the next day which is all a vacation asks of us. After silliness with Hispanic named pens (I am Jose by the way), more exotic cocktails and general malaise, we toddle off to the boat. Loading two vans with all of the over packed luggage became symbolic of every venture. 14 people and their various articles of comfort create quite a caravan. Trekking over the alps with elephants would have been simpler, but then I will defend my need for several types of footwear, because, well, you just never know! However I will admit, though I tried to change several times, I did not wear all I brought. Plus I bought more which extended my inability to wear everything exponentially.

Take off Sunday afternoon was dramatic (no, no one fell overboard), romantic and celebratory with glasses of wine and extreme overtures to all those on shore who toasted our high seas adventure. Very cool from the balcony. And I found where my first on board bar was located (to buy the Bon Voyage wine) with my new friend Ramah.

Chapter 2 to follow.

WINTER DRIVING RANT

2009-01-07T17:26:00.001-08:00

Why is it that Michigan drivers, who should know better, cannot drive in bad weather? News Flash! You cannot go the speed limit with a couple inches of snow over black ice. Your first clue would be meeting the back end of your car as you naively believe you are moving forward. Not natural - get a clue.

I am the innocent bystander cautiously feeling my way, testing my brakes and providing room between me and the one in front. Which obviously means to those in back of me that I AM NOT GOING FAST ENOUGH. Thus they now need to educate me by climbing on my bumper and staying there. I believe I should charge rent for carrying said freeloaders. I smile benignly as they race around me at the earliest opportunity. No wait, I smile benignly as we meet up later at their ditch of choice. Much more satisfying than wearing out that middle finger as I need both hands for the wheel.

HOLIDAY SCENES - 2008

2009-01-07T16:48:00.000-08:00

The weather has not been cooperating this holiday season. I used to love winter until I realized I had to drive in it!! Which means I have apparently hated it many more years than I liked it. Which kind of negates the whole I used to love winter thingee. Oh well.

I think it was Mother who noted a little snow on Christmas Eve is nice as long as it stays on the grassy areas. Maybe she didn't say that, but it sounds like her. Not to mention the cold and thaw and freezing rain, and oh did I mention the fog???? The plan was Christmas Eve prime rib at the Davis' but we all wimped out based on the weather forecast. Of course now that Lori works in White Hall, wimping out because of weather is a way of life. Anyway everyone but Brandon got the word, but I assume they fed him anyway.

We switched it to Saturday and ran into a little fog. Ha Ha, a little fog. You couldn't have cut through that fog with a mix master. Led to a very entertaining trip over and back. The return trip in fog so thick you were just hoping to glimpse the lines in the road occasionally much like the hot rod Lincoln song "the lines on the road just looked like dots". The Burt man just plowed through at 60 MPH and I clutched the door handle all the way home, like what was I going to do? Jump out if there was an imminent crash? Matt was cool and Kristen was nauseated the entire way back so I am very glad the windows on the Buick open wide enough if we needed it if you get my drift LOL. At any rate the dinner and appetizers were totally worth it.

We had the usual dinner at Chez Ide for Christmas day. We tried a little duck with the ham as we did not do the turkey this year. Though what I'm going to do with a 23 lb turkey down the road I have no idea. It was exotic and we cooked it beer can style on the grill. Brian and I enjoyed duck liver, er excuse me, pate untreated - still good. Then everyone but the cook had a little duck which meant the cook never got a taste! Oh well. After dinner we enjoyed a raucous Naughty Santa where the "jewish" boys traded the most times (a new record). Wait a minute they don't celebrate Christmas- oh well, everyone stays, everyone plays.

Of course independently the Committee got gifts for each other ranging from horoscope jewelry, Mother-inspired butterflies and bracelets. So funny Kristen got gifts for us that were the same that we got for each other! But hers were nicer and more expensive so we stayed with her choices. Obviously she knows what we wanted!

Some of the Committee and one rep from the Junior Committee got together for a hilarious luncheon at the Beltline Bar between Christmas and New Year's. It's so strange, but so great to hang with my daughter as one of the "girls" and have a blast. She is a riot and fits right in with the older "girls" no problem. I was honored to be included and I probably would have been ok not being invited, but she knows me better than myself.

New Year's Eve was another gathering with mucho good food, mostly appetizers. We began with English crackers where each participant got a different toned whistle. Brian volunteered as conductor and we proceeded to render great harm to beloved Christmas carols. Course it's hard to toot your horn when you are laughing hysterically. We would have been much better after a couple of drinks or at least we assumed so. We decided not to test out that theory.

Next we had a very spirited and cutthroat game of Trivia '90. And either my sister or my daughter said "Sweet" actually means "competitive" in our language. We do not play to lose..... I still contend we would have won if my beloved but stubborn psychologist brother-in-law did not require scientific proof of every right answer I blurted out! Ann Murry indeed! Of course his recollection of our ongoing altercations may be different. I do remember thumping him a few times as he inadvertently offered clues to the competition. ARGGHHHH - I do not lose at Trivia.

Then for 2 hours I proceeded to lose at every hand of poker. I made up for it the last half hour and made back all my losses. Course I wouldn't have let anyone quit until I did. Hey if Mother could play all night so can I. Then we all collapsed on various air mattresses and beds at Marcie's place. But of course that couldn't be the end of it.

Burt and my mattress slowly deflated over the first half hour quietly and insistently. When I realized I could not turn over without rolling into the middle gasping for air like a freaking beached whale, we ended up on either end of the couch, my feet on his stomach. Much giggling ensued and then next thing I knew the Burt was on the floor in his sleeping bag. And Jamie slept through the whole debacle! Ahh to be an eleven year old boy. Needless to say we were on the road early the next day and proceeded to crash New Year's Day.

DECEMBER SCENES

2008-12-22T16:44:00.000-08:00

Enough already!!! Snow and cold day after day. I love Michigan and the changing seasons, but hey - you get cold or snow, not cold and snow!!!! And not every day. It is supposed to clear up for any holidays and only precipitate on the grassy areas. Snow blowers are pulled out on occasion and winter sports are confined to gentle hills and open fields. There's a reason I settled in Lansing. Surrounded by rivers is supposed to protect us from tornadoes and the hot air over the Capital is supposed to protect us from the excesses of winter weather. The politicians need a good controversy to keep the heat on. Lame ducks apparently produce no gas....

Deer are being massacred every day as they forage for food or lick leftovers from bird feeders. The car/deer war is providing overwhelming casualties, much business for the body shops and the deer are losing! Hard to find deer organ donors.

The bird condo we are running on the back porch is seeing its usual varied supply of desperate renters who scramble for position on the narrow ledges of the bird feeder. We finally had to scatter some on the bench so the 6 pair of cardinals could catch the largess tossed by their bigger bluer brothers who hog the feeder. The doves have basically given up and are scarfing anything anywhere. Though their sheer bulk afford them the best positions, the crazy chickadees are completely fearless. Meanwhile the resident hawks just hang tight and pick their meal at their leisure.

Amidst all the frenzy of Christmas and end of the year projects, I found myself contemplating fairness and the lack thereof. As I curse the inconvenience of the weather and the work that I do, I saw a man today who struggled to move his wheelchair through a store. His legs shriveled up and useless. I saw the smile on his face as he excused himself for asking others to make way so he could maneuver his chair among us. Not a person complained or was less than accommodating. Hopefully we all felt "but for the grace of God that could be me".

Reminded me of my Grandfather who through the ravages of arthritis lost the use of his legs before he was 40. Though I never saw him standing, I always thought he could and I never questioned that he could not do everything everyone else did. He was smart and funny and he took us to places who never realized they should have to accommodate him. They found a way or he explained how they could. He never made me think that he was handicapped. He just moved differently.

FOREST FOR THE TREES, CHRISTMAS TREES THAT IS

2008-12-07T13:33:00.000-08:00

Made the big trek to Tannenbaum Farms to select a tree this weekend. Last year the Burt man went by himself during the week. Much less hoopla, no fancy wagon rides to the fields and no hot chocolate anywhere. We used to go there when Kristen was small and even once or twice as a teenager. Schlepping through the tree fields, cutting your own tree with a dull knife errr hacksaw. Dragging the girl on the cart when she wanted a ride. Check out the reindeer, wash everyone's face in the snow, warm up at the fire and sip hot chocolate. Oh yes, you also get an extremely overpriced tree out of the deal-which if you make the people pick, it out, cut it down and drag it out,you would think it would be a little cheaper. No handling charge!

This year Kristen and Matt wanted to pick out the first tree for their house. They moved in the weekend before Christmas last year, so not exactly conducive to creating the whole Christmas thingee in the midst of moving boxes and no furniture. Plus their furnace went out Christmas night which kind of takes the romance out of the holiday-although I suppose cuddling up for survival does often lead to an exchange of body heat.

General hilarity when Burt finally emerged from the pick-up. We had been dancing around, oohing and ahhing at all the fancy cut trees and wreaths wondering what in the heck was keeping him. He is garbed head to toe in bright orange camouflage looking like a puffed up robin. Amazing he could move. We waxed silly over his "over dressing".

Two things proved prophetic however. First, the fact that we admired all the trees wayyyyy uppppp at the building before heading into the tree fields and wondered who would buy these, scoff, already cut trees and miss the whole woodland adventure; and secondly, Matt's words that we will all be begging Burt for some of his attire before we finish today. Well both prophecies came to fruition.

Strangely enough, Matt and Kristen bought the first tree they saw (beautiful) at the building wayyyyyy uppppp front after wandering through the fields for an hour and secondly, we about froze our patooties off. Burt was the smart one. Took the magical wagon ride, after shivering on the platform for a while, way out to the fields, looked at the lone reindeer (a boy) left in the pen and wandered and wandered and wandered looking for that perfect tree. We found many perfect trees. However they were penned up like convicts complete with their green and black striped uniforms. No one knows why these perfect trees were not free to be hacked down by an eager public and carted off like a trophy buck.

Another little Tannebaum joke. After you wander and wander and wander looking for the perfect tree, you find you have wandered all the way back the first building you came into. No magical wagon ride back holding your perfect trophy tree, which spends the ride slapping you in the face with very prickly and cold little green fingers, and obviously no hot chocolate. We remedied that lack with a run to the local Old Chicago restaurant where we enjoyed something a little stronger than hot chocolate. However the warming properties are the same. Plus yours truly kicked a---- in trivia!

Rumor hath it, the younger set have their tree already set up. We "gifted" them with all of Kristen's ornaments accumulated over the years and a nice set of jingle bell ornaments that we assured them were "cat friendly". Heh Heh Heh. : )

(make sure you click on the pics to see them in their full radiant glory)

RANDOM SCENES

2008-11-30T13:48:00.001-08:00

Snowing like crazy at the moment. One of our resident hawks (little guy) went slamming into the window next to me. Made me drop a participle. He got up, shook himself off (well kind of) then rapidly looked around the surrounding area as fast as his fuzzy head would allow. Though some might say he was scanning for prey, I contend he knocked himself halfway silly and was checking to see if any of his "peeps" saw him boink the door. Hard to look formidable and bloodthirsty hunter of prey when you are playing tag with a solid glass door!

Took our usual whirlwind trip to Rogers City for Thanksgiving - up and back in two days. Good trip, good company and way too much food crammed into two small a space and time. Hmmm sounds like a Star Trek adventure. Caught a break on the weather, though a little dicey on the way back. Several ballerina shows from incautious drivers who apparently believe they glide above the snow when traveling at high speeds. Their only brush with reality comes when they attempt to stick a landing from their highway double axle headfirst in the ditch. Oh well-the show was good.

The week before the Grand Rapids contingency converged for a wine tasting. Yes, once a month we must celebrate wine no matter what. Each of us derived a rating system, in some cases it was an X-rated system- Robels??? This party included Godiva chocolate samples. We we all took turns making forays to the sample "girls" feigning surprise that they were there handing out samples which we then parlayed into whole platefuls of heaven. With ten people available, that translated into a lot of "heaven". Oh yeah the wine was good too.

Colleen, our resident beer loving woman, even found a couple that she liked or at least didn't dump into the sangria pitcher (that's what I call the spit cup). Couldn't get anyone to drink it though. Wine is a acquired taste, like scotch, caviar, asparagus and squirrel. Yeah Man.

SHOPPING SCENES

2008-11-30T13:37:00.000-08:00

Rather than face the nuttiness on Black Friday, I just cyber shopped. Not quite as satisfying, but you get to do it in your grubbies and no make-up.

I am appalled that the animals in New York could so cavalierly step over the prone body of the poor dude who's only crime was he drew the short straw and had to open the doors. I am sure that IPOD and WII were so worth a man's life. Bad enough as that was, it was especially galling that people were irritated when they tried to get them out of the store so they could remove his poor damaged body and investigate the scene. Even death doesn't faze our shopping jones. Disgusting.

They interviewed a woman here who said they had to go on this date. With the economy so bad, they had kids and gd forbid they deprive the over-indulged little who-whos from whatever electronic doo-dad they have to have. My parents had no problem telling us that this is all they have and that is the way it is. Led to my very unpatriotic habit of actually having the money before I buy something and paying my bills when they are due. What a tool! Slap me on my credit card. Hey I can still see the numbers on it! How many can say that? LOL

HEARTFELT SCENES

2008-11-18T18:38:00.000-08:00

I wonder if when a heart is broken, and it is fixed with the emotional equivalent of crazy glue, if perhaps it becomes bigger, stronger and more connected? That the band-aids applied actually allow the heart to grow and expand without totally destroying itself as is commonly believed. Something to think about....

MY OPINION IN NOVEMBER

2008-11-12T16:46:00.000-08:00

They asked us what we thought about the government bailing out the auto industry. Here was my response to the State Journal community board this week.

"With Michigan's back against the proverbial wall, yes we need government assistance. Normally a free society dictates that bad decisions made by a business means they suffer the consequences of their actions. At this point, however, the impact to so many industries, workers and the rest of the country is immeasurable. Interesting that those crying socialism due to the recent election, are the same CEO's, bankers and Wall Street insiders benefiting from recent government "welfare" via bailouts. Hopefully this plan may actually include some payback to the citizens."

SCENES OF SCORPIO BIRTHDAY GIRL

2008-11-12T16:29:00.000-08:00

Was not feeling the birthday this year. Too many celebrations or Mother not being here for the second year. Yes, I found her exasperating, but I never found her boring or less than astute. Her love was never a question. A Mother is a cheerleader all your life, no matter what. I miss that. I am grown woman with a daughter and son-in-law. Why do I miss my Mother so much? But I do. No apologies.

But my daughter called me at 8:32 that day continuing the tradition of calling my Mother on my birthday at that time. She also organized a surprise party with the family. I am humbled that my child would care enough to do that just because I am her Mom. Guess you have to understand a loss to understand a gesture of love. I think we spend our lives caring for, worrying about and taking care of our children. When they do something back that is so loving and right, you are humbled. I think I understand much more now why my Mother needed my phone calls and my visits. The tradition continues. My surprise party was awesome and the love was there. Isn't that all we can ask for?

NOVEMBER SCENES

2008-11-05T16:37:00.000-08:00

What an election! What a night! What a time in history. Though my more republican readers may be a bit disgruntled, I am happy with what transpired on November 4, 2008. Mother would have been in her element! I liked McCain until he identified too closely with the current administration and chose "Paris Hilton" as his running mate. What was he thinking??? Pays to be true to yourself - win or lose. Hopefully this choice really is a President for all people and is sincere at reaching "across the aisle".

And the world saw how democracy works. We could have been republicans or democrats or we could be Americans. We could be subjects or citizens. I am so proud that we chose to be citizens who changed our government with ballots not guns. Where else in this world would this be a right and a privilege backed with law not weapons?

Was online live with the local paper and the other political and community contributors. At first it was fun and relevant, then it broke down into petty complaining and name-calling like any other chat room. Logged off about 9:30 as I was bored.

I think last night was summed up very crudely, yet eloquently today by two gentleman in a seminar I was evaluating. One said to the other "can't get any better than this- we have an African American as president and pot is legal!" Well guess it all comes down to bread and butter doesn't it? And we still haven't lost our sense of humor. We will be cracking jokes when the bomb drops...

Hooray for America!!!

OF WHINE AND CHEESE

2008-10-12T15:12:00.000-07:00

Gathering up interested and available parties (2 of the committee & the paternal unit), we spearheaded a trip to wine country nestled in the little fingers of the Michigan mitten. We were hoping for a little color, but season was a little late this year. Beautiful, but just this side of the peak.

Paternal unit was interested in the first stop on the first rainy afternoon sampling one wine which he promptly bought- and really wasn't interested in too much of the sampling that went on after that. We started off with lunch in a crazy animal-head filled restaurant with an old wooden bar. Dad of course had to peruse the entire building before we sat down and started looking frantically for him, thinking we locked him in the car. He flirted with the waitress who he thought was too old, of course, and ogled the younger women in the next booth. Then when he unfortunately brought out his credit card first, we all handed him the lunch bills. The one sad note. There were many moose heads of varying sizes hanging on the walls, one of which was wearing a party hat. I pointed out that it was too bad he was shot on his birthday.

Dinner was another hilarious affair. The first restaurant recommended was filled by the time we got there (no reservations) with a 30 minute wait. As I have often said, I will wait in line for the 2nd coming, not before. Fortunately a nice place was about a block away with a great view of the bay and no waiting. People tend to look at us as we are definitely people who enjoy our time together-too bad. As I don't eat potatoes or bread I ordered a double helping of veggies with my steak, thinking California medley which is what they all usually bring. This produced a rather bemused look from the waiter (who was from Lansing -MSU). Imagine my dismay when he brought 2 large cooked squash EHHHHH. Hate squash. I admit I also pick out any onions with the audacity to appear in my food, but fortunately Burt has gotten used to my weird food fetishes.

On a whim we stopped at a top floor bar in the Park Place Hotel with a view of the water. The only seats available were at the piano bar and the piano player knew all the oldies and every song that had Sweet in it. There was even a drunk girl there named Lori who befriended us (or fell on us at times) so the committee was complete. At one point when we told the piano player that Dad was from Detroit in the big band era, he asked if Dad ever heard of Tassie's Tavern? OMG - Dad worked there back in the early '50's. Deja Vu all over again. The piano-singer, Tom Kaufman, makes these wire nameplates and he made one for Dad that said "SWEET". They all play their unique music based on the shape and number of figures. Dad happily played with it all night. Tom also has shakers and noise makers that patrons can use to provide rhythm accompaniment to his music and Dad thoroughly enjoyed marking time. It was one of those spontaneous happenings, that we could not have planned if we tried. As a lover of music, parties and piano bars, I saw Mother's hand in all of this!

Next morning on to the wineries. Amazing how tasty and natural wine sipping can be at 10:30 in the morning. And 11:30 and 1:00 and 2:30. After awhile the paternal unit remained in the car and read the paper-but we did leave a window open for him so he could stick his head out. I think he enjoyed the scenery and the water more than anything else on the trip.

Have to mention one of my "bon mots" of the trip. As we were rolling up and down the ski hills of the area trying to find the next little vineyard on the map we saw a lot of livestock - cows mostly. Marcia mentioned it must be hard on the cows having to go up and down the hills all the time. Without thinking I blurted out "Yes, but they have great calves". Much hilarity, but even better when later that night Dad asked what the joke about cows was about. I believe he found it amusing and pointed out his sense of humor was intact and finely tuned. I know that from some of the hair-raising stories he has been telling us lately....

FALL - ING SCENES

2008-10-01T17:30:00.000-07:00

Fall is my favorite season. Yet it seems that something always happens at this time of year, personal or professional that makes me question why I love this season. To me it is a time of renewal even more so than the awakening Spring. Can it be the crisp feel of the evenings? An unexpected carpet of exhausted leaves dressed in their seasonal finery even as they lay fallow on the ground each morning? The children and the buses clogging the roads as they get back to the serious business of life put temporarily on hold during the, oh so brief, summer? Or is it just because I am a late Fall baby?

I do know I don't have to worry anymore about getting that tan I fake all summer. I guess when I'm 80 and not horrendously wrinkled I will bless my aversion to the sun. So many great products on the market these days to give you that sun-kissed glow, and I do love the fashion trend of not wearing hose-pale as Caspar-but it just plain don't matter. Way cool. Now I won't worry about it until we head for our cruise in January. Though I rather suspect a hot golden tan as we commence the trip would be rather unexpected. That luscious ruddy (red) glow when I get off the ship is what people will remember, stare, giggle and point.

And yes, this is the week that the one year anniversary of our dear heart's passing occurs. I didn't know what to expect and how I would feel. How could I? I feel that it was yesterday and as I look at a picture or hear her voice in my head, it still does not seem real. How could I be a motherless child? Why do I feel so connected when she has been gone a whole year? Yet I do. When I hug my own child, when I laugh with my sisters, when I listen to my Father reminisce, it is as if she is in the other room. When I dream I see her active, fiery and always laughing. She has a cloud of dark curly hair and in one scene she is tipping back a cigarette? Who knew the afterlife would allow you such unhealthy indulgences?

My sisters saw her passing this week in a gently swaying ornament and a message on a microwave. So mundane, yet so Mother. Where is the butterfly that I kept seeing at odd moments over the past year? We even planted a Rose of Sharon bush to entice and indulge my butterfly fetish.

Yet now that I think of it, I realize I have been overly concerned this week about my philodendron at work that one of my emps gave me at her passing. I always forget to water it and end up pouring my coffee in it, yet it thrives and grows in spite of my neglect for more than a year now. And what is perched over the overflowing green stem and leaves but a fragile, incandescent little butterfly. Oh duhhh...

PARTY SCENES

2008-09-03T16:23:00.000-07:00

Couple of family events lately. We always have so much fun together, wonder what the rest of the world does for recreation? Couple of great get-togethers at my sister's new place. No more than sitting on the porch, listening to the IPOD and sipping increasingly exotic drinks. Or do they become increasingly exotic as we sip each one? Too deep for my mental capacity. Anyway, we have ended up spending the night each time, as we are too tipsy to walk (well I am anyway) or it just feels right. Both times someone or several someones has come down with some malady in the night which leads to much hilarity the next day, except of course, for the one or ones suffering the deficient health moment.

The Committee, daughter and daughter-in-law attended "Mama Mia" together. Are we the only ones who feel comfortable enough to sing the songs, do a little chair dancing and laugh when Pierce Brosnan tries to sing? Major good time was had by all. Of course helps if you find the music of ABBA to be a musical statement of the '80's. In between disco of course. Laughed and cried at a totally "just for fun" movie. Even the actors seemed to have a good time with this film. Event followed up by the mandatory stop at the pub for cocktails and munchies. I had to explain to the young bartender (after much prompting by the kinder souls in the party) how to make a vodka gimlet-shaken not stirred served "up" in a martini glass. Ah well, the job of the boomer generation is to teach the gen X'rs and Y's, etc....

Then we had a signature "end of summer" barbecue for Labor Day. The boys enjoyed several hours breaking in the "lower deck" as we have now dubbed it. My $1,000 deck that was created to suitably house my $100 wood burner. Ah well-it looks pretty sweet actually. I created signature cocktails with a Caribbean theme-translation lots of coconut rum, white rum and vodka. Did not realize until I inflicted one on my brother-in-law that one drink actually had 4 ozs of booze in it. In retrospect probably should have made that one in a pitcher. Ah well with enough brats and salad you can smother the effects, well maybe. Then I set off some fireworks, safely of course. Though I kept shousing myself so as not to disturb the neighbors. Someone pointed out, however, that it is tough to set off an unobtrusive firecracker -- Oh yeah. Well second theory, hide the evidence and be found innocently roasting marshmallows and singing camp songs.....

IT'S GOTTA BE SOMEBODY'S FAULT

2008-09-01T07:45:00.000-07:00

My disgust rant of the day. Much of the spam I get relates to "You are owed money if you had a hip replacement, took a medication, had a child injured at birth (really hate that one), ate tomatoes, took a bath, played in a sandbox". Be part of a class action suit brought against whomever. They are so big they won't notice a couple thousand more people on the train I guess.

News flash. Living is risky. We make choices. We live, love, have children, drive cars, drink, smoke, eat in restaurants. At least living in America we don't have to dodge suicide bombers and armed bodyguards escorting "impotent" (deliberately misspelled)folks. At least not yet. In other words, sometimes things just happen. It is not someone's fault. Tough as it is to just deal with it and move past and above misfortune, it is what truly responsible adults do.

When we all feel "entitled" the truly needy, the truly wronged get lost in the shuffle of greed. And guess who pays for those settlements. We do in higher costs for products, services and in higher taxes. I love those who come out of the woodwork to sue local govts when their loved ones, who trust me, the family wrote off long before, do something so heinous the authorities do what they are trained to do.

Sometimes I wonder if there are too many legal folks out there looking for something to do. I have no problem with someone making money and a lot of it through hard work, intelligence and luck, what the heck. But if you have time to research some obscure issue and then build a huge lawsuit out of it, you ain't got that much to do Lucie.

WHISPERS & CYMBALS

2008-08-10T07:57:00.000-07:00

Heard something that struck a cord today, quietly. The most important things, truths, worthwhile issues probably occur in small moments, subtleties, whispers if you will. The nosier the presentation, the less importance is accorded the message. It's all about the tumult. The tumult itself somehow becoming the issue. A moment lost when we focus on the colors, the clowns, the circus.

Especially apt in the midst of this political season. The more noise they make, the sillier the actual words and the less we listen. Yet we form opinions from the explosive smoke and mirrors delivered in place of answers. Deliver me and offer a simpler note, a gentler song, an act of real worth.

Address the economy, the loss of American stature in the world, the never-ending wars, the disenfranchised who will die as they cannot afford medical marvels available to those who can pay. Stay out of our bedrooms and churches and focus on the issues that mean something. I can dream.

DOG DAYS FUN & ADVENTURE

2008-08-10T07:17:00.000-07:00

I have to quit doing this to people.

My exercise place decided to decorate for the season. I arrived early one morning to see DOGS DOGS DOGS! Hanging from the ceiling, taped to the wall, dog bones and dog toys scattered hither and yon (do people still say that?). I pointed out to the sweet morning lady - "you know it's an ancient Greek tradition to call this time the dog days as the Dog Star Sirius occurs at this time of the year (anytime between early July to early September), or you could blame the poem bemoaning Mad Dogs and Englishmen". She stops, looks at me and says "now why didn't you tell me that before I did all this work?" And we both laughed. I told her, don't worry most people won't get it anyway.

More fun. After much begging by the guy organizing the extravaganza, I agreed to serve on the Burt man's golf team which also included his friend Dave W and Dad. The organizer pointed out that I didn't want to golf with my old man having put myself on Roy-boy's side. I said, yes I am. Had him puzzling for days. Anyway golfed about as well as expected by someone who goes out once maybe twice a summer. However after 4 holes we were 2 pars and 2 birds due primarily by the boy hitting some awesome drives and me making one miraculous putt (pays to pray). But then everyone went to sh---, which is not surprising when 2 of us do not golf that often. Actually Dave hit some long ones, however his sense of direction is a tad off, so I think he was the winner of the most balls lost contest. And when we had to use one of my drives, "we's in big troubles".

One crazy shot had us all putting one between the trees because, as Dad pointed out, a tree is 90% air anyway. Dave finally hit this amazing shot through the trees, over the creek and onto the green. We were laughing so hard, we're lucky the rest of us got a shot off. However we ended up 2 over. Needless to say we did not stay for the payoff of the "skins". There was a memorable moment when we were shooting entirely over a pond on a par three. I nailed the bugger easily 125 -150 yards. Unfortunately I decided at that precise moment that a slice was called for---"SPLASH". Ah well, that's why we carry extra balls.

However we did get our money's worth (more shots taken and 2 meals). Between 7:30 and 2 pm we had breakfast, goodies at the turn and lunch. And by golly we took 'em all because after all, we had paid for it.

We rounded out Saturday by enjoying a great barbecue at my Nephew's new home. I could live on their wrap-around patio. Then we ladies adjourned to the movies to allow my niece a little downtime from her bundles of joy while the gentlemen cleaned up and watch the Tigers win one for once. It was some movie about pants, I'm still not sure the back story, and the popcorn was good. Burt man said niece Colleen (the hostess) settled down on the floor to color which of course drew the little ones like moths to a flame. Hope her light carpet is impervious or compatible with wax crayons of various hues. LOL.

NATURE OF LIFE AND DEATH

2008-08-05T17:09:00.000-07:00

As I gaze out my patio doors, I can't help but be amused by the fickleness of Mother Nature. The plants exposed to the deluges of June are now towering over the metal fence like a crocheted green afghan. However due to her stinginess with the moisture since, the tomatoes took their own sweet time. This of course prompted rain dances and artificial means of sustenance. But now in the beginning of August, giant cucumbers, onions and several types of tomatoes insist upon coming to fruition all at once. Fie!

A lady I know mentioned another fact of nature: mainly that she has had confirmation of cancer in a new spot from two previous areas she had brutally excised and "che-moed" to death. She debated with herself on whether she had the strength to fight once again or just let nature take its course, though that could be a painful journey of an indeterminate length. She smiled and said "well we all live like there's no tomorrow and you could step off the curb and get hit by a car". Though I nodded at the wisdom of that, privately I have to consider. Isn't it different when you can see the car coming and know that soon you will be beneath its wheels?

THE DRUIDS WERE RIGHT

2008-08-03T10:29:00.000-07:00

On a whim my daughter text messaged an invitation to go riding today. I was happy to agree and we realized we had not been to the stables in a very very very long time. Perfect morning for it with a temperature in the low 70's and a wrangler who knew all the shady areas but without an overwhelming urge to chatter. Heaven.

Each of us happy in our own thoughts and realizing this is a perfect exercise where you reap the benefits of maintaining a straight posture, and experiencing a challenging thigh-master workout each time you trot. My boy, Chad, was feeling frisky and teasing for a nip of leg which of course I did not allow. A few tentative tree scrapings were attempted and thwarted, so he settled down.

The corn was as high around us as the proverbial "elephant's eye" and it looked like the passing horses have been reaching in for quick bites as the front row of each field was neatly filed down by eager teeth. I explained to the other two ladies that it was similar to the three of us walking past a table laden with dark chocolate. Regardless of good intentions, we are going to sneak a nibble.

As the horses are commonplace in this area, and they have a stronger randier odor than the humans astride, the other animals in the area usually stick around to say "howdy" without noticing the extra, insignificant appendage atop each one. We were treated to Mama does and their spotted offspring who watched and waited until our paths crossed before sliding into the thick vegetation. I understand that often the elder deer will sacrifice the smaller, younger ones by sending them out first or leaving them out last. Which explains why they are the elder deer, duhh. An abrupt stop to enjoy wild turkeys and their offspring perfectly camouflaged by the greens and browns and shadows of the deeper woods.

Altogether a beautiful start to Sunday morning worship in a tree topped cathedral supported by a choir of noisy peacocks, and concluding with a homily of joy from the barn kittens pouncing on sunbeams.

BUTTERFLY SCENES

2008-08-03T08:51:00.000-07:00

It happened overnight! My Rose of Sharon bush (affectionately named Rosie) we planted in hopes of attracting butterflies has stubbornly refused to blossom. In fact she showed nothing but terminal signs ever since we planted her; bending as each horrific storm struck her; leaves drooping and weeping down from the plant. Petal by petal dropping to form a puddle of yellow at her feet. We watered, we didn't water. We fed her plant food and talked to her (well I did) trying to explain the significance of her survival in that little spot by the corner of the house.

And then this morning the Burt man led me to her and said "Look"! There proudly shimmering from the highest branch the most delicate and beautiful pink blossom so much like the carnations our Lady loved. As we looked closer, dozens of little buds are forming getting ready to dress our little Rosie in her summer finery. And anti-climatic as it may seem, a translucent little white butterfly floated triumphantly around the plant giggling a little B-Fly giggle as if to say "oh ye of little faith".

You see the boy researched and found that Rose of Sharon attracts butterflies and as those who have followed my blog know, I believe they are Mother's representatives checking in...

JULY 17,2007

2008-07-22T17:10:00.000-07:00

I found the words from that day when I sat in a chair to one side and he sat next to her stroking her hand. They have the ability to hurt as much as they did when I wrote them one year ago.

"I saw my Father grow old today-60 years loving, fussing, laughing and crying. Keep her breathing. Sitting in silence when once it was "JIM" until you wanted to scream. Please holler at him-can't you hear me? Stay with me. I am not ready for her to go, he said today."

ELECTION SCENES

2008-07-22T17:05:00.000-07:00

Our question this week for the Lansing State Journal was "What is the number 1 Issue that will influence your vote for President in November?" Duhh-though I agree and concede the economy and the endless costly war, I wrote something different which even my more conservative spouse related to:

"We need a government that recognizes what made America great. The freedom to achieve whatever our aptitude and daring allow. A government that focuses on national issues and stays out of our churches and bedrooms. Stop destroying and over-regulating our ability to choose our own path. Take care of those issues that we as individuals cannot. Take care of the hopeless, the children, the working poor. Otherwise leave us alone to forge our own way without detours. Do I get to vote for that?"

ANNIVERSARY OF SORTS

2008-07-17T17:39:00.000-07:00

Today marks one year since Mother electrified us all with her first, tentative visit to the other side. Only a strong set of genes and unwillingness to let go brought her back as we now understand.

For a year I have carried a notepad with the thoughts that were going through my head as I watched Dad stroking her hand and asking her to come back. It is easier for me to write than to think what I cannot bear. But oddly enough today when I wanted to write it, the notepad has disappeared. It will be painful to write and even more painful to read if I do come across those words.

Apparently my butterfly has decided this week of play and celebration should not be marred by thoughts of sorrow. Ok you win again my dear......

MORE BIRTHDAY SCENES

2008-07-17T17:07:00.000-07:00

What a birthday week. Mother would have had a fit! Roy boy played golf Monday and Tuesday on leagues and then came over to pick up Burt Man. They proceeded to bang another 18 holes in. Dinner was succulent pork chops and general collapse on the couch after Dad and I killed a bottle of red wine. He really likes wine, when you give him some good stuff. He even drank it at room temperature. I made a reservation online for Golden Ide and Diamond Jim for early Wednesday and they were not too proud to take advantage of the 84-years young birthday boy's senior discount. They hit the road before I left for work!

They had a lousy breakfast on the way and had to wend their way through the Junior League at the Emerald; playing through when they could and whining old age when they couldn't. Finished in record time and meandered up to Soaring Eagle for a little entertainment. Dad of course had "freebies" coming for his birthday that covered gas and lunch and, oh I don't know, a little bit of gambling. Waiting in line to get B man a Players Club card they read a sign indicating another $10 when you sign up a friend-I suppose it can be an enemy or relative or dog or whatever-$10 is $10. Consequently, Dad ended up losing $2 and Burt made $15. I arrived home to find them collapsed on the couch again in the fetal position. The first cocktail of the evening had already been drunk.

Of course I wouldn't force the B man to make dinner after "playing" all day, so we went to Dads favorite Italian place for dinner where we indulged in further martini time and good food. Kristen joined us and we ended up talking about babies and labor, etc for some odd reason.... hmmmm. With Dad's selective hearing, all he heard was baby and exclaimed "What you're pregnant?" No, no, but nice of you to drop into the conversation. After an extremely hilarious dinner we trekked back to the ranch and indulged ourselves with "Birthday Pie"-who needs cake. However, I had to make a mad dash to the store for ice cream as apparently whipped cream is not what you put on "birthday pie". Who knew? After stuffing our turkeys, dead silence reigned as the three of us lay in stupors digesting the day. Fortunately our couch is big enough for three.

Dad finally tootled off to bed and the boys were back up and at it again this morning for another 18. I saw the fading taillights of the big red "Broozer" heading down the street as I came back from exercising at 6:10 am. I am speculating that the big guy arrived home and has not been heard from again. How many years can he pull off this birthday caper. RIGHT ON DAD!

RANDOM SCENES

2008-06-29T09:04:00.000-07:00

SCENE 1
Yes, we attended the SEX in the CITY en masse-the committee-great fun. We were pleasantly spread out in the first row of the upper deck feet comfortably resting on the railing in front. In marches a lady and her 10-11 year old boy. How stupido! This show was never for children and the movie has quite graphic sex scenes every 10 minutes (my bod should look so good at their age). Well the lady will have a wonderful time explaining that to the boy.

Oh heck no. This is GR where you get sued if you teach anything except abstinence, but heaven forbid if you actually explain anything to your own children. I imagine "just don't do it" should be sufficient-look at how well that works....

Anyway good show-lots of cliches, fabulous clothes, giggles and tears while ingesting that famously diet killing movie popcorn. Well I did drink designer water with it. Then the four of us marched out side by side exactly like the ending when the camera kept popping from the four of them to foursomes around New York city and the four of us (oh yeah we probably weren't on camera). Over to a local bistro for the requisite cosmos-pretty in pink.

SCENE 2
What started out as a $100 fire pit to roast, oh I don't know, marshmallows and stray branches, became $500 plus many hours of back-breaking labor to create a place to ahh ahh put it. In retrospect, I think it would have been cheaper to pay to dump our branches at the local landfill, however roasting the marshmallows would have been a tad tricky. Although the Burt-man did the majority of the heavy lifting, I assisted in the sand leveling (why one must drag that 2X4 47 times to make sure it's flat explains why I would never choose landscaping as a career-or perfectionism for that matter), loading, and unloading and laying blocks. I finally wised up and put on gloves as these lily white hands are made for writing not laying stone. Trust me there was a pattern involved and it is there, it's just that you have to make it all fit don't you know-so ease up on the critiques thank you very much.

Then fool that I am and obviously not one who learns from experience, I decided to buy a couple of stepping stones to transition from "High Patio" to "Low Patio". Of course several dollars and hours later, we now have a full pathway. ARRRGHHHH. But since the 4th of July extravaganza moved from Lansing to Spring Lake we will have to postpone the inaugural smashing of the champagne glass (accidents happen) until a later date. At least we have filled in part of the ungrowable to something besides dirt, but we have a way to go to finish the entire project.

BIRTHDAY GIRL

2008-06-10T16:53:00.001-07:00

Hey the Gypsy Marcia of the flashing eyes and ebony hair is celebrating her birthday today with eye surgery. Girl you so know how to party with them fancy pain meds! Just don't pull a Rush Limbaugh and blame the liberal press!

Yah Mon. Though the myth of the liberal media is actually some talking heads who scream a lot-both conservatively and liberally with no facts behind their rants and people think it's news - duhhhhh. Give me the hard working news buddy who actually does "RESEARCH" and strives to find the facts. Not entertaining enough I guess for the "people".

Fun weekend. Major storms dancing through town in the early evening for three days. Spectacular light shows and booming applause. Oh yeah lots of trees down and roofs ripped off too. Matt and Kristen were out of power Friday night and finally came over Sunday to get showers, get some air conditioning and go potty..... Had a pretty fun night especially when Matt started reading my 20 year old medical book out loud and adding his own editorial comments. We are all suffering from some major malady which is why we should never start reading the darn thing to begin with.

Anyway I'm trying to talk the "committee" into a cosmo/Sex in the City escapade for the birthday girl. We have to go as our character. I'm Samantha, Marcie is Miranda, Kathy, Charlotte and Lori is Carrie. Should be interesting to see what we all wear especially since Lori would never wear mile high shoes, though I would LOL.

MOTHER'S DAY - 2008 The Count-Down Begins

2008-05-11T10:51:00.000-07:00

Great day yesterday! The Sweet girls took over the salon in Grand Rapids that my sisters frequent. Our beautiful daughters Kristen and Colleen are the next generation of Sweet girls so they of course had to be part of the mix and there are "no flies on them" when it comes to having a good time and partying down. Nothing but laughter, jokes, pampering and remembering. A healthy dose of mimosas to get us started and delicious fruit parfaits in case our energy flagged. It started out as a rallying of support for the eldest Sweet girl getting her long hair clipped, but evolved into everyone having something altered, primped, polished or massaged. Hmmmm sounds rather naughty - but seriously it was all women! Then as Kathleen still wasn't done-GEEZ-we adjourned to the Sports Bar next door for some munchies and whatever. Well we were hungry!

Then on to the Davis' new abode in Spring Lake for massive injections of exotic cocktails coupled with barbecue in between booing the Ti-gres as they lost another one. For some reason we got into taking a shot every time someone would use the word, ahh, ahh, "di----hea". Well if you were there, you know. Amazing how many times various members could slide or slither (eww) that word into the conversation. At one point a cocktail was upset which led to the already hyper Jack Russell lapping up the rug - for FIFTEEN MINUTES! We hoped it would slow him down a little. As they were replacing the carpet on Wednesday, we felt no qualms about the various "accidents" that we were encouraged to have. No, no one wet the rug, we were just a little sloppy. Very quiet ride home, but fortunately our designated driver is a pop-aholic so we were good.

Today Burt and I went to church together so when they "blessed" the Mothers, I didn't look unwed - LOL. Offered the moment to my own Mother who we all still see and remember in various ways. Happy Mother's Day Mom- I miss you.

MAY MEANS MOTHERS DAY

2008-05-01T17:10:00.000-07:00

Well it is almost Mother's Day when this time last year, our Mother began her last journey. None of us knew it was her last of course. That would have spoiled her surprise. We continued to visit and laugh and push and pull and ask her advice. She gave it. Oh she crabbed a little more, ok a lot more, but the laughter would ring out when we would visit so much the nurses would poke their heads in to see what was going on. Because you see, laughter is not a commodity one finds very often in a hospital or a nursing home.

She came through crisis after crisis. She pushed to be a part of the events of the summer - wedding, birthdays..... She tried but she got tired. We asked her to stay one more month, one more day but she had other plans. She left at the height of Fall's beauty and was buried on a day that rivaled summer's warmth. Each event since she passed has been marked by her presence-one way or another. For me it's butterflies. We daughters keep the torch lit and the procession intact.

But it's Mothers Day again and we remember.

MAYDAY

2008-05-01T16:58:00.000-07:00

It has been pointed out to me that I have not posted in a while. Not really lack of adventures. Lack of ambition? Too many gimlets? Lack of the muse? Pick one-we will tabulate the answers and post the results. Anyway.

Spring has sprung-say that cautiously as we never know where Mother Nature could be lurking or the Tooth Fairy or the neighborhood perv I suppose. Let's see-spent some time in Florida in March. Nice thing about fair skin-only takes an hour or two on the beach to produce color- owww! But it's starting to fade-bring me some sun! Did you know they have wineries in Florida? Well neither did we. Yes, flea markets, air boats,horrible drivers, gridlock and palm trees, but wineries? Actually they seem to focus on the fruity side, well duhhhh. Problem was, we had to literally drink a bottle a night as we did not want to take chances on packing fruity, cloying liquids amongst our dirty underwear. Made the evenings much more entertaining though.

Decided to beat the early bird rush/lineup one night by going to dinner at 8:30. Works-no waiting, however they are "out of everything". Did sit there one night amidst a tremendous clatter and table shaking as the latest landing of the Challenger made it's way back to the Cape. Very cool. Though actually I just thought it was the ancient air conditioning kicking in.

Hit the last Tigers exhibition game in Lakeland which they sailed through 14-5 and then they went on to lose 7 in a row. Things have improved since then. At the moment, Pistons are up 3-2, RedWings 3-0 and Tigers are ahead 4-3-COOLLLLL.

IN THE HEART OF WINTER

2008-02-16T08:56:00.000-08:00

Was nicely presented with wine and appetizers Thursday night when I got home from work. Very nice, very relaxing and very necessary as we couldn't get a reservation for dinner until 8:00! Ah well, allows time to enjoy one or two or several glasses of wine which, oddly enough, makes any dinner even better. No doubt as taste buds have now been numbed. Then, of course, one must follow up with a pre-dinner pinot gris before ordering dinner.

So tell me. We were in East Lansing, MSU territory and there were, understandably, many young people and their cute little dates there. So tell me - why do they seat the high rollers in the middle of the room and the "kids" in the romantic booths? Who is paying for an expensive dinner plus a generous tip and who is scrabbling for quarters in the seat cushions to pay their bill?

BRRRRRR SCENES

2008-02-10T07:17:00.000-08:00

Looking out the patio doors I see the happy dance of baby snow tornadoes racing across the buried backyard. I watch the latest flock of cardinals, chickadees and one lone woodpecker clinging frantically to the bird feeder snatching up icy seed. They will stay there all day, interchangeable with other family members, as they tuck away food like a famished driver hitting a truck stop. No doubt they bitch about the food and tell about their near misses on the roads and/or skies.

Which reminds me. Burt noticed a small hawk perched on the grill the other day. Small meaning it was only 2 times the size of our resident doves. He then floated up to the bird feeder to wait. No doubt he appreciates our convenient restaurant accomodations for the movable feast he calls dinner. Well carnivores have to eat too!

We do not discriminate against any who choose to dine at "Cher Ide". Come as you are. The birds and squirrels look permanently pregnant as they fluff up feathers and fur, respectively, to ward off the cold. Normally conversation is diminished as they save their breath for chewing. Although occasionally a small skirmish breaks out as bigger birds try to oust the smaller ones. The squirrels conjure up enough energy to chase each other and attempt to hide corn put out for the deer in one of the burlap-covered bushes.

The deer always wait a day after service has been provided and remain ever vigilant as they chew with one eye always moving, checking the area. Very difficult to do, unless you are a deer of course. I love to turn the backyard floodlight on and we stare at each other through the glass, darkly, of course for you literary fans.

WINTER SCENES

2008-02-02T10:36:00.000-08:00

Made a trip to Grand Rapids in a blizzard the other day and I am so glad I used the facilities before and during. WHEWWWWW!!! I believe I drove the entire route with fingers clenched so hard it would have taken a tire iron delicately utilized to peel them off the artificial leather or applied to my noggin until I lost consciousness. I also believe my butt did not sit firmly in the seat but instead was suspended about 3 inches above the seat-apparently that helps keep the car on the road. I am not questioning logic that worked!

You know that teeth baring grin that people display on roller coasters as they are spun sideways and upside down. Rather an attitude: I am really having fun; I am not scared; look I am smiling grimacing, screaming internally very very very loudly. Well that is probably the look on my face as I slid majestically past wrecked semi-tractors and tiny little cars that weigh, oh I don't know, maybe 200 lbs. Great on gas mileage but absolutely worthless in a bad weather driving situation. And those fancy 4-wheel drive and SUV monsters that roar past only to wave sadly to the less adventuresome from the ditches into which they have decided to take a scenic detour. Do not make eye contact or you will have to stop. Which, by the way, may not have been possible with the wind and generally icy pavement passing beneath my wheels.

Particularly exciting were the trucks perched on the side of a steep and curved piece of highway much like metallic traffic cones daring unwary drivers to attempt the newly created obstacle course. No doubt they sat in their cabs with stopwatches and clipboards rating both skill and timing as cars negotiated the "truck moguls" that appeared on our highway ski hill. Zero points of course awarded to the wipe-outs, spectacular as they may be.

I love Michigan! By the next afternoon I was cruising 75 miles per hour on the way back on dry pavement.

LATEST RANT

2008-01-23T17:14:00.000-08:00

I finally provided a 500 word piece to the local paper last Thursday, January 17. It turned out to be something different than what I thought it would be which was a tirade on the over-medication of society. Instead it ended up being a piece that talked about drugs, yes, but also about grief. When I figure out how to download it, I will put it on the blog.

I also wrote something for the "Committee" both Senior and Junior, that I will send to them tomorrow. I am a little apprehensive of their reaction. You see, tomorrow would have been our Mother's 80t birthday.....

SOCIAL SCENES - HAPPY 2008

2008-01-13T13:54:00.000-08:00

Back to the office after an extended period. January is all about performance evaluations for my staff which have absolutely no bearing on anything of importance except taking up time. If you only to talk to your staff once a year, you have a major problem anyway. Not that anyone listens. You get little nagging e-mails with a reminder, which become progressively more aggressive if you ignore the system.

But it may be how the electronic monster is fed - sending cryptic notes about DOOM & DESPAIR-Jiminey Cricket and Bona Bonita have to be written about in great detail, lest I forget apparently. Fill in 2007 and the monster reacts again! It is still not satisfied. More notes, more reminders. You must now tell Jiminey and Bona how much fun they will have in 2008- DO IT-DO NOT THINK-DO NOT PASS GO - AND DEFINITELY DO NOT PICK UP ANY EXTRA GOLD!!!!

However, such mind-numbing tasks were forgotten in the socializing that we did manage over the last couple of weeks. Met the "Committee" and associates (husbands/father/youngster) for dinner around 6:30-we were still quaffing wine, finishing each other's dinners and discussing life, love and the pursuit of happiness at 9:45. Typical when we get together.

The first game was trying to determine the identity of the tuxedo-clad gentlemen in the next private room from our (apparently they have entertained us before, so we get a private room-I believe that to be a compliment). They were wearing red fedoras and a variety of ornate medallions on chains. Guesses ranged from the "old men's red hat society"; "court jesters"; "officials of the court"; "doormen". The last guess was based upon their eagerness to hold doors for the ladies of our party.
And the winner is "JESTERS". Yes, I know. I had no idea they had their own society-probably helps for bookings and not repeating each other's materials.

As I had requested dinner and dancing we adjourned to the bar area where "The Middle-Aged White Band" (just a guess) were holding court. Ahem, we were the proverbial spring chickens in the room. You just haven't lived until you see 70-somethings trying to jive to CC Ryder. I noted they played a slow tune every other selection which Burt, the comedian, noted "they probably don't want to see heart attacks on the dance floor". Good point.

The following week Dad came over for dinner at his now favorite Italian restaurant in Lansing where he decided he wanted to discuss the state of the world and the candidates running for Prom King or Queen. His views have become aggressively negative lately, so I was forced to defend liberalism at the top of my voice as he is a "tad" hard of hearing. No doubt the entire restaurant now knows my views. Oh well. At least no rabid Republicans picketed the table.

SCENES OF CHRISTMAS 2007

2007-12-28T10:46:00.000-08:00

New traditions and old ones combined. We know it will never be the same, but there is comfort in the rituals we perform. Christmas Eve at the Davis' with that succulent prime rib that Brian prepares so well. We amused ourselves before dinner with green drinks and red drinks and yellow drinks and purple drinks and clear drinks-did I mention that the preliminaries are an extended cocktail hour with interesting appetizers. "I'm not eating that, well I didn't think I was going to eat that, oh I wish I hadn't eaten that, hey, that was good."

It was odd that the sisters (referred to as "The Committee") independently arrived at special sister gifts that reflected their unique interests and personalities. If possible we have grown closer since the passing of Mother, but we have always had a connection that transcends time and distance.

Lori presented each of us separately with a guardian angel for our cars. I gathered the ladies together to pass out beaded and silver bracelets with a charm labeled "HOPE" and a toast to our Mother. Kathleen presented each of us with a glass figurine based upon astrological symbolism. Marcia provided each lady with major bling-new evening bags and beautifully delicate black and silver bracelets. My daughter smiled benignly but I thought again how much she would have enjoyed a sister. Her aunts include her whenever they can drag her away and she has a special bond with them.

The highlight of the evening was when we secretly decorated Kathleen's car with antlers and a big red Rudolph nose. For those who do not know, K's always been the one with the antlers and carries them on her rear-view mirror throughout the year. Understandably so, it was difficult for all of us to get into the mood, but this was the first glimmer of light. We all gathered outside and brought Kathleen out to see and, there is no other word for it, she pranced when she saw the magically decorated car and her smile lit up the night. There was not a person there who was not touched by how such a simple gesture could add so much joy to the occasion.

Christmas Day dinner was at our house as it has been for probably 30 years. We decided on a "Dirty Santa" this year with each participant bringing a wrapped gift. We each drew a number and oddly enough the eldest, Dad, chose number 1 and the youngest player, David picked the last number. Dad was fantastic as he went from package to package, shaking them, feeling them, holding his hands before his mouth in feigned consternation over which package to choose. After a few rounds the "trading" began. Kristen and Matt's strategy was to choose the same item so as to increase the odds of getting at least one of the desired objects - the flying helicopter. However, Dad is a bigger kid than any there so the battle waged fiercely for those darned helicopters! At any rate they ended up with one. The final chooser, David, looked at the assorted booty and said "I really don't want any of it!" Too funny, especially since the last wrapped package was the one he brought and he didn't want that either. I thought we would collapse from laughter.

Each person would drift now and then as we remembered Christmas' past and looked forward to a better New Year. Dad, usually the life of the party, was much quieter than usual although he tried. We understood and just kept moving things around him or brought out another distraction. But Jamie put it best when he said "everyone would be there except the empty chair". Leave it to a 10 year old to put it in perspective. Merry Christmas Mom.

MOVING SCENES

2007-12-28T04:33:00.000-08:00

Probably moving the weekend before Christmas was not the best idea, but Kristen and Matt had little choice in the timing. We along with one of Matt's friends managed to move the big items into their new home in one day. Fortunately Matt had spent the previous two weeks packing, sorting and moving boxes beforehand. As he pointed out, he moved all the boxes on the snowiest day of the season and moved the rest of it on the windiest day of the season. Great timing, but it is December.

Some choice remarks on the day "Never a third floor residence again!" (well it made sense at the time). "Where's the cat?" "Old people have good ideas (when we remember them)!"That's never going to fit" (it did) and of course, "#!$%" by everyone at one time or another.

As I sat in their living room on a lawn chair-furniture shopping is next on the list-I enjoyed watching my children in their first home laughing, fussing and thoroughly enjoying the moment and remembering our crazy crews of movers when we were young. Almost lost Larry on a pile of bedding in one move as we took a corner a little too fast. This was in the days before mandatory seatbelts and MIOSHA and our daring friend decided to "ride" the load to the new apartment. That was the move where the boys were tossing items up to the balcony to avoid taking the stairs every two minutes. Only broke one thing and I just chose not to look.

The stair idea was something we should have considered as all of us had aching calves for two days. Oh well exercise is good.

ANOTHER MILESTONE

2007-12-11T02:03:00.000-08:00

December 11, 2007. My beautiful daughter's 25th birthday. I say to her as my younger bratty sister said to me. You are a quarter of a century old today, or will be at least at 10:03 am officially.

I know every mother says this, but I remember the night/day of your birth like it was yesterday. I worked that day and then your father and I took his employees out for a Christmas dinner at the now defunct Lansing Playboy Club. I actually enjoyed some wine for the first time in almost nine months, which we got to watch come back later along with a nice dinner. As we treated our party to cocktails and coffee at the house you decided to bust my amniotic bubble and the race was on. After gently easing people out the door, we looked at each other and giggled - now what (last time I giggled that night I can assure you). So I called a friend, Jan and said now what? She hollered "go to the hospital!" This lady had given birth within minutes essentially herself so her fear was real.

You however took your own sweet time, about 12 hours. Very long boring night punctuated with moments of great excitement, yelling etc... I do remember telling your father at one point to cut out his darned insistence on following the script and relaxing during a contraction. I believe I told him what he could do with that suggestion-nicely I am sure.

When the doctor was about to leave to teach a class we gave one mighty effort and spoiled his leaving. At one point I said they should have music for this like the "Volga Boat" song. You know Yo Ho Heave Ho. Seemed appropriate. The doctor, probably for the first time in his career, suggested we put a sock or something in the Mother's mouth to keep her quiet. I do distinctly remember that. I was the Star and I think it was funny.

But I will always remember the look on your Father's face and the tears that fell from his eyes, unnoticed I am sure, onto his mask as they placed that beautiful little girl with all that dark hair in his arms. They have always had a special bond those two.

Happy Birthday Kristen. We love you!

SEA SCENES

2007-12-11T01:51:00.000-08:00

I was able to share something truly unique last night. My sister Marcia is on a cruise to Panama over the next ten days. She is, deservedly so, indulging herself with a seaside suite complete with balcony. I receive a call shortly before 5 pm and she is calling from her balcony!

She first, at my insistence, describes that the railing is "boob high" with pexi-glass covering the openings. There is a small canopy over the top. This is in response to my insistence she tie a rope to her ankle and the railing to assure no "woman overboard" incidents while enjoying her cocktails on the veranda dutifully and frequently supplied by William the cabin man.

She yells excitedly "we're moving". We hear the bells and whistles and I yell BON VOYAGE several times while telling her I am pitching virtual streamers from dockside. We watch as the pilot boat takes them down the channel describing the mansions that face the water in that area of Fort Lauderdale. She is accosted twice by a coast guard boat who are also part of the water parade. The second time as she is happily waving to the crewmen I tell her "Pay attention!" "They're yelling, find your life jacket, the boat is sinking!" Eventually I give up and we wave at the handsome crewmen together. Should be a spectacular disaster.

With a final, long and in my opinion, totally unnecessary blast the ship is set free from her tethered pilot boat and they are alone on the high seas. Best of journeys to my own Sister Princess on the aptly named "Coral Princess".