Why do we watch this overly long dragged out train wreck? Drake says every year, "I hate that show. I can learn everything I want to know by listening to NPR Monday morning. I'm not watching." And who's sitting here watching? Yeah. I make no bones about it; I LOVE to watch the Oscars as long as it is DVRed. (Is that a word? Well, it is now.) During the first 40 years that I watched this cheesy show, I had to listen to people say "Thank you" and "Listen to me Suck Up" a zillion ways. I've paid my dues. I don't ever, ever, ever have to listen to Hollywood types recite their list of memorized names again.
The first topic of the show is always the host. Seth McFarlane... Hmm. Surprisingly, his jokes and bits were funny. I really liked the James Kirk/Star Trek bit. His nasty little digs about the Hollywood entertainment industry sort of fulfilled my disdain for these overpaid, narcissistic, make-believers. Speaking of actors, what's up with Jack Nicholson? Have you noticed that he ALWAYS gets to sit on the front row at the Oscars? I wonder if it's like pro basketball? Pay lots of $$ and you can get a court side seat.
One of the good things about this show has been the musical numbers. The Bond songs backed with the graphics brought back lots of fun Bond movie moments. I think the Adele "Skyfall" song was wonderful. She can so sing. I did think her silver sequined heels in about a size 11 were a little distracting in the long shots. I can't figure out how she sings in a neutral accent, but she sounds like she comes from the working class London when she talks during interviews. Another thing that puzzled me about Adele - was that a zip off dress she was wearing - zipped off for her musical number and zipped on for her Oscar acceptance. And nobody can beat Barbara Streisand when it comes to delivering a song. She's the song world's current Frank Sinatra. Didn't Nora Jones just make you feel like you were in the 1950's "21" Club? She definitely won 'Best Short Dress'. (That would be my own made up category - good one, don't you think?)
Oh, but let's talk about why I really watch the Oscars - the dresses, of course. Here are my picks: Numero Uno: Jessica Chastain, Numero Dos: Anne Hathaway, Numero Tres: Kristin Chenoweth. (I know, wild card pick for third.) Numero Quatro: Charlize Theron. Numero Cinco: Zoey Sundana. If you delight in the dresses, you avidly watch the Red Carpet Show. (Again, DVRed is the ONLY way.) Did you know that Regis Philbin started the whole red carpet perp walk in 1979? When Barbara Walters stopped doing her 'special' interview show in 2011, they expanded the RC show to 90 minutes. This year is the first time I can remember than an interviewer didn't just make me roll my eyes and feel embarrassed. I thought Ms. Chenoweth, go you Oklahoma girl, was just downright charming.
Of course, no Oscar show is worth watching if you don't get a chance to say, "UGH, what an ugly dress! What could she have been thinking?" The winner in this category: Amy Adams - bad color, and ugly design - Gray fluffy tulle? Runner up? Jennifer Lawrence - upside down pink puffy flower. This one was hard to understand since her Golden Globe pick was a red dress knockout. Jennifer Garner's dress was pretty on first glance, but I spent way too much time thinking, "How does she sit down?" Yeah, I get it that I'm in the minority here. I've heard, 'loved it' and 'fantastic' about these dresses. Didn't like EITHER the Adams or Lawrence dress.
If you finally need to completely Hollywood OD, check out "E's" After Party show. It's filled with 'wannabes' standing outside 'parties' and sucking up to the 'stars' who will stop and talk. (Oh, and I also recorded the "Fashion Police" tomorrow. I'm hoping that's when they really, really, dish the Oscar dress dirt.)
That's the Oscars from your favorite blog. If you want to know who actually won those little statues, just tune into NPR or Google it. We all know the dresses are really what it's all about. To refresh your dress memory, here's a slide show of 81 dresses (and suits - like who cares?) from the 2012 Oscars.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/17/oscars-2013-red-carpet-photos_n_2707963.html
Monday, February 25, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Take Me Out to the Ball Park
Today was opening day of Spring Training. This day is eagerly anticipated in the Smith household, and this year it's EARLY. The reason is that the World Baseball Tournament is being played this year, and lots of Major League players will be joining national teams and competing. Thus, the official Spring Training is a smidgen longer. Only the die hard were out today: The high temperature was 60 degrees. Now, if you are in New Haven, Connecticut and have just had 30" of snow, that seems positively balmy. If you are in Phoenix, Arizona, where the natives think anything under 70 degrees is 'freezing', then going to the ballpark today would be the equivalent of sitting outside in 40 degree weather. The Smith household are a hardy pair, and no one here seriously considered NOT going.
I'm the official Texas Ranger Spring Training reporter for this blog. The Royals and the Rangers played to a 5-5 tie today. The two runs needed to tie the game were scored in the bottom of the 9th being the result of a double and a home run by two players who don't have a prayer to make the team and will probably wind up in AA ball, so we don't care about who they are. Unless the weather is exceptionally fine, or the managers have some kind of brain fart, games often end in ties in S.T.
Derek Holland started the game today and pitched a strong three innings. He was working on his change-up, so he did get dinged around a bit, but his fastball was lightening and low. The real disappointment today was Alexi Ogando. He couldn't even find the plate and was wilder than teenage boys out for a joy ride. He walked players, and even hit one on the shoulder. In two innings, there were three runs scored on him. By contrast Robby Ross looked really, really good. His innings were clean, with only one hit by the Royals. He threw a boatload of strikes, and pitched quite efficiently for so early in the season.
Nelson Cruz served notice today that he understands his role is to pick up the power void left by Hamilton. He hit a two run tater today right out of the ballpark over the center fielder's head onto the grass. The Surprise Park has a grass hill behind center field the same as the Arlington Ball Park, and I found myself looking for the chubby teenager who jumps the wall in Arlington onto the grassy hill and snags home run balls in his baseball glove. David Murphy got a solid hit as did Craig Gentry who also stole a base. Kinsler is still working on his timing and is hitting everything on the ground to the left. Elvis is also warming up his hitting timing, but made two stellar plays at shortstop. The defensive play of the day goes to Mike Ott, who has a decent chance to make the club, He corralled a scorcher down the third base line. He picked the ball behind the bag, whirled and lofted it straight into Moreland's glove at first base.
Other idiosyncrasies: Pettis and Anderson (long time Texas Ranger coaches) have swapped on-field coaching positions. This year Pettis will be in the 3rd base box while Anderson will man the 1st base box. If anything these ridiculous bat handles are an even smaller circumference than last year. We already had one shatter when the hitter hit the ball. The bat handle splintered, and the pointed shard of the barrel portion flew several feet through the air into the infield along with the ball. I guess some pitcher is going to have one of his eyes put out before Major League Baseball does something about these toothpick handle bats.
The oddest thing about today was the absence of Michael Young. Elvis took his place during the infield warm up exercises, but I have to wonder how the players feel about him being gone. I'll bet they miss him. Kinsler has patterned his entire career using Michael Young as his blueprint. I also noticed that NOBODY has the number '10' on his uniform.
This was the first of seventeen games over the next month. WooHoo - baseball is back!
I'm the official Texas Ranger Spring Training reporter for this blog. The Royals and the Rangers played to a 5-5 tie today. The two runs needed to tie the game were scored in the bottom of the 9th being the result of a double and a home run by two players who don't have a prayer to make the team and will probably wind up in AA ball, so we don't care about who they are. Unless the weather is exceptionally fine, or the managers have some kind of brain fart, games often end in ties in S.T.
Derek Holland started the game today and pitched a strong three innings. He was working on his change-up, so he did get dinged around a bit, but his fastball was lightening and low. The real disappointment today was Alexi Ogando. He couldn't even find the plate and was wilder than teenage boys out for a joy ride. He walked players, and even hit one on the shoulder. In two innings, there were three runs scored on him. By contrast Robby Ross looked really, really good. His innings were clean, with only one hit by the Royals. He threw a boatload of strikes, and pitched quite efficiently for so early in the season.
Nelson Cruz served notice today that he understands his role is to pick up the power void left by Hamilton. He hit a two run tater today right out of the ballpark over the center fielder's head onto the grass. The Surprise Park has a grass hill behind center field the same as the Arlington Ball Park, and I found myself looking for the chubby teenager who jumps the wall in Arlington onto the grassy hill and snags home run balls in his baseball glove. David Murphy got a solid hit as did Craig Gentry who also stole a base. Kinsler is still working on his timing and is hitting everything on the ground to the left. Elvis is also warming up his hitting timing, but made two stellar plays at shortstop. The defensive play of the day goes to Mike Ott, who has a decent chance to make the club, He corralled a scorcher down the third base line. He picked the ball behind the bag, whirled and lofted it straight into Moreland's glove at first base.
Other idiosyncrasies: Pettis and Anderson (long time Texas Ranger coaches) have swapped on-field coaching positions. This year Pettis will be in the 3rd base box while Anderson will man the 1st base box. If anything these ridiculous bat handles are an even smaller circumference than last year. We already had one shatter when the hitter hit the ball. The bat handle splintered, and the pointed shard of the barrel portion flew several feet through the air into the infield along with the ball. I guess some pitcher is going to have one of his eyes put out before Major League Baseball does something about these toothpick handle bats.
The oddest thing about today was the absence of Michael Young. Elvis took his place during the infield warm up exercises, but I have to wonder how the players feel about him being gone. I'll bet they miss him. Kinsler has patterned his entire career using Michael Young as his blueprint. I also noticed that NOBODY has the number '10' on his uniform.
This was the first of seventeen games over the next month. WooHoo - baseball is back!
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Making a Choice
Dear Readers,
I've been writing more or less consistently for over four years now. When I look back over my blog postings, I'm amazed at how much and how many times I've written, and the continuing struggle is always finding something to SAY. My USU class last summer helped reinvigorate my writing tingle. I'm honored by how many people read my musings. Writing this blog has changed many things in my life. Reflection has been good for my perspective, as well as giving this traveling life we do some framework. It's a place to be serious as well as a place to be funny. (FYI - serious is much, much easier!)
Even more interesting are the connections the blog has forged with people I've met along the way. Gone are the days when I meet someone, enjoy their company for a short amount of time, perhaps send a Christmas card or two and poof, they are gone. After four years of writing about whatever crosses my mind, or painting with words pictures of where I'm currently residing, my readers feel as if I must live just down the street from them. Today we spent the day with people we met by going to play bridge at a Senior Center in Anacortes, Washington three years ago. This couple is no longer 'people we met'; they are our friends. Why? Because they read the blog.
Another thing that happens when you write is you find unexpected depths inside yourself. I'm very proud of my personal essays. Looking back, those pieces are my diamonds. My emeralds are my humorous essays; who can forget THE INTREPID PIGEON FIGHTER? The rubies in this collection of words are the travel pieces, especially those with pictures. I have a fairly sizable group of folks who only look at the pictures after they read a couple of paragraphs, and that's OK with me. Picture taking is another blog offshoot something I actually work at now, so the folks who read the blog and can't travel can have a glimpse of some of the natural wonders of this great country.
Did you know that I've also turned into a fund raiser? Some of you certainly do know since your name is on my very special list......my Donor's Choose list. I have a friend...., yes, I know, I have lots of friends. This one is very special; she's an elementary school librarian in a very non-affluent school. A school whose library consists of books mostly bought in the 1980's - and that's AFTER she purged the ones even older than those. Studies show that one of the many disadvantages that poor children struggle with is the lack of books. Children without book access don't learn to read very well, and reading is the key to everything. It's a very big key.
So, back to the story - my librarian friend put up a project on Donor's Choose asking for money to buy a very detailed list of books. This is a web site where teachers can put up 'wish lists' which are vetted to be real by the website managers. A teacher posts a project on the website asking for money to buy equipment and books that she NEEDS in order to teach. Here's a a big surprise to everyone who's not a teacher: There's an expectation from every public school system that teachers will buy out of their own rather shallow pockets teaching materials that should be furnished to them. In the case of my librarian: books for her school library. In the past six months, she's put up two projects on the Donor's Choose website - each needing funding of about $500. Oh, my Donor's Choose list - pat yourselves on the back - we managed to get each project funded for her within three days of posting. Raising that money has been an unexpected outcome of blog writing.
Oh, and if you want to be on my Donor's Choose list, just email me.....we LOVE new members to our group. The beauty is when a project is posted by one of my teacher friends, you can chip in as small of an amount as $5 up to 'wow, that's a lot', and we work hard to get the dollars donated 'matched' which doubles the contribution. It's really fun to watch the amount needed drop, and drop until the magic words 'PROJECT FUNDED' appear. My librarian friend is so very grateful for our support. I don't know when she'll post another project, but we of this group are all willing and able to help. This is one of those 'make a difference' deals, and has been something else initially driven by my access to my readers.
Guess what you all are asking for now? Wedding plans and details. I think it's going to require an emerald posting for this one. I'm going to have to laugh so as not to cry or at least howl. I've been wondering in my buzzing brain how saying "I Do" has gotten so complicated and expensive. As soon as I've worked it out and find the laughter in it, I'll write.
That's it for this one. Much ado about nothing, but I needed to do a post because the natives get restless if I don't.
I've been writing more or less consistently for over four years now. When I look back over my blog postings, I'm amazed at how much and how many times I've written, and the continuing struggle is always finding something to SAY. My USU class last summer helped reinvigorate my writing tingle. I'm honored by how many people read my musings. Writing this blog has changed many things in my life. Reflection has been good for my perspective, as well as giving this traveling life we do some framework. It's a place to be serious as well as a place to be funny. (FYI - serious is much, much easier!)
Even more interesting are the connections the blog has forged with people I've met along the way. Gone are the days when I meet someone, enjoy their company for a short amount of time, perhaps send a Christmas card or two and poof, they are gone. After four years of writing about whatever crosses my mind, or painting with words pictures of where I'm currently residing, my readers feel as if I must live just down the street from them. Today we spent the day with people we met by going to play bridge at a Senior Center in Anacortes, Washington three years ago. This couple is no longer 'people we met'; they are our friends. Why? Because they read the blog.
Another thing that happens when you write is you find unexpected depths inside yourself. I'm very proud of my personal essays. Looking back, those pieces are my diamonds. My emeralds are my humorous essays; who can forget THE INTREPID PIGEON FIGHTER? The rubies in this collection of words are the travel pieces, especially those with pictures. I have a fairly sizable group of folks who only look at the pictures after they read a couple of paragraphs, and that's OK with me. Picture taking is another blog offshoot something I actually work at now, so the folks who read the blog and can't travel can have a glimpse of some of the natural wonders of this great country.
Did you know that I've also turned into a fund raiser? Some of you certainly do know since your name is on my very special list......my Donor's Choose list. I have a friend...., yes, I know, I have lots of friends. This one is very special; she's an elementary school librarian in a very non-affluent school. A school whose library consists of books mostly bought in the 1980's - and that's AFTER she purged the ones even older than those. Studies show that one of the many disadvantages that poor children struggle with is the lack of books. Children without book access don't learn to read very well, and reading is the key to everything. It's a very big key.
So, back to the story - my librarian friend put up a project on Donor's Choose asking for money to buy a very detailed list of books. This is a web site where teachers can put up 'wish lists' which are vetted to be real by the website managers. A teacher posts a project on the website asking for money to buy equipment and books that she NEEDS in order to teach. Here's a a big surprise to everyone who's not a teacher: There's an expectation from every public school system that teachers will buy out of their own rather shallow pockets teaching materials that should be furnished to them. In the case of my librarian: books for her school library. In the past six months, she's put up two projects on the Donor's Choose website - each needing funding of about $500. Oh, my Donor's Choose list - pat yourselves on the back - we managed to get each project funded for her within three days of posting. Raising that money has been an unexpected outcome of blog writing.
Oh, and if you want to be on my Donor's Choose list, just email me.....we LOVE new members to our group. The beauty is when a project is posted by one of my teacher friends, you can chip in as small of an amount as $5 up to 'wow, that's a lot', and we work hard to get the dollars donated 'matched' which doubles the contribution. It's really fun to watch the amount needed drop, and drop until the magic words 'PROJECT FUNDED' appear. My librarian friend is so very grateful for our support. I don't know when she'll post another project, but we of this group are all willing and able to help. This is one of those 'make a difference' deals, and has been something else initially driven by my access to my readers.
Guess what you all are asking for now? Wedding plans and details. I think it's going to require an emerald posting for this one. I'm going to have to laugh so as not to cry or at least howl. I've been wondering in my buzzing brain how saying "I Do" has gotten so complicated and expensive. As soon as I've worked it out and find the laughter in it, I'll write.
That's it for this one. Much ado about nothing, but I needed to do a post because the natives get restless if I don't.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
The Most Interesting Thing about SB XLVII Might Have Been the Power Outage
Every minute the Super Bowl is delayed increases my mother-in-law's chance to win her $20 bet at the Moose Club. She has "4" as her number. She wins if "4" is in the 'ones' position when you add the winner and loser points at the end of the game. At power outage time the score was 28 to 6; 28 + 6 = 34. The '4' would win her bet. That's one of many types of friendly betting that happens all over America during all the Super Bowl parties.
Lots of people will be playing the 'square game'. Others will have some low ball friendly wagers with specific people among their friends or family for negligible money. Some will bet the loser has to wear the winner's jersey to work on Monday. The people whom I'm baffled by are the ones who have thousands of dollars wagered. To me it doesn't matter if you can 'afford' the bet or not; that's too much money spent on something so frivolous. I guess those folks have never heard of DonorChoose.
The conspiracy theories are also coming out of the woodwork: The power outage was concocted by the New Orleans Mafia to swing the momentum to the 49er's since their bookies didn't lay off enough. Nantz and Sims are speculating that Sims plugging in his phone charger tipped the balance to just a little too much juice. Of course, everyone KNOWS Beyonce's show used too many electrons, and the Super Dome just ran out of electricity. Those of us who have LIVED in Naw 'Lins know the power outage is just typical Louisiana. Somebody didn't get his bribe money and made good on his threat to pull the plug on the extension cord. You could also make the case Weight Watchers engineered the power outage since most folks probably ate and drank another 800 calories during the 35 minute outage.
Ah, good, power is back on. Now we can analyze the real interest of the Super Bowl: Which commercials were the best. My favorites: The Dorritos commercials - specifically, the 'goat' and the 'play princess' ones. Both of those cracked me up. I also liked the 'wishes' commercial with the Big Bang girl in purple because of the computer animation and the family dynamics. I thought the Calvin Klein commercial - the guy in the underwear - and the GoDaddy commercials were vulgar and tacky. The Voodoo commercials were very NOLA. The Pepsi and Coke commercials were forgettable. Most heart warming goes to the Clydesdale horse, no contest on that one. I thought the Paul Harvey/Dodge commercial was a bit too saccharin for my taste. Oh, I also liked the milk commercial the Rock did - again for the computer animation. The pistachio commercial was fun with the gangnam dancers, but it really only had a beat.
Hmmmm. Now the 49er's are balls of fire, and the Ravens look like jello. Yep. The commentators are starting sentences, "Since the lights went out in the Super Dome..." If the Niners come back and win, there's going to be lots of meaningless speculation about momentum, and 'what happened'. Still got a whole quarter to play. Bunches and bunches can occur. I like that it's turning into a weird game, though. Perhaps I would be less mellow about this game if MY team was playing. For the true fans of these two teams, this game must be agony. One more quarter to go...and some more commercials like the adult binky (electronic cigarette) to enjoy.
Lots of people will be playing the 'square game'. Others will have some low ball friendly wagers with specific people among their friends or family for negligible money. Some will bet the loser has to wear the winner's jersey to work on Monday. The people whom I'm baffled by are the ones who have thousands of dollars wagered. To me it doesn't matter if you can 'afford' the bet or not; that's too much money spent on something so frivolous. I guess those folks have never heard of DonorChoose.
The conspiracy theories are also coming out of the woodwork: The power outage was concocted by the New Orleans Mafia to swing the momentum to the 49er's since their bookies didn't lay off enough. Nantz and Sims are speculating that Sims plugging in his phone charger tipped the balance to just a little too much juice. Of course, everyone KNOWS Beyonce's show used too many electrons, and the Super Dome just ran out of electricity. Those of us who have LIVED in Naw 'Lins know the power outage is just typical Louisiana. Somebody didn't get his bribe money and made good on his threat to pull the plug on the extension cord. You could also make the case Weight Watchers engineered the power outage since most folks probably ate and drank another 800 calories during the 35 minute outage.
Ah, good, power is back on. Now we can analyze the real interest of the Super Bowl: Which commercials were the best. My favorites: The Dorritos commercials - specifically, the 'goat' and the 'play princess' ones. Both of those cracked me up. I also liked the 'wishes' commercial with the Big Bang girl in purple because of the computer animation and the family dynamics. I thought the Calvin Klein commercial - the guy in the underwear - and the GoDaddy commercials were vulgar and tacky. The Voodoo commercials were very NOLA. The Pepsi and Coke commercials were forgettable. Most heart warming goes to the Clydesdale horse, no contest on that one. I thought the Paul Harvey/Dodge commercial was a bit too saccharin for my taste. Oh, I also liked the milk commercial the Rock did - again for the computer animation. The pistachio commercial was fun with the gangnam dancers, but it really only had a beat.
Hmmmm. Now the 49er's are balls of fire, and the Ravens look like jello. Yep. The commentators are starting sentences, "Since the lights went out in the Super Dome..." If the Niners come back and win, there's going to be lots of meaningless speculation about momentum, and 'what happened'. Still got a whole quarter to play. Bunches and bunches can occur. I like that it's turning into a weird game, though. Perhaps I would be less mellow about this game if MY team was playing. For the true fans of these two teams, this game must be agony. One more quarter to go...and some more commercials like the adult binky (electronic cigarette) to enjoy.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Why Is It ALWAYS Just One More Thing?
When we moved into our duplex last year, we painted every room which would have furniture in it. That left painting the kitchen and both bathrooms for this year. Well, I wish I could say we just finished painting the kitchen, but, alas, it seems like in this project there's always just one more thing to do.
It started with more than just painting. First, we had to take off the wallpaper back splash and the ceiling border. Initially, we were saying things like, "piece of cake", "been there, done that", and "at least it's just a LITTLE BIT of wallpaper; it's not like all the walls are covered". Yeah. This professionally done wallpaper job prepped the wallpaper hanging by sanding the texture off all the back splash wallboard portion of the kitchen (one entire wall above the sinks and counter tops). After spraying and scraping up the wallpaper, now we have to re-texture the wallboard on one side of the room and blend it to match the texturing on the adjoining walls. OK, can do - did an entire great room in Hurst. Oh, and once the vinyl wallpaper was gone, one more thing became obvious: We had to dig out the old silicone caulk running along the top of the cabinet back splash the length of the kitchen in preparation for re-caulking.
One more thing...the 'pass thru' from the kitchen into the living/dining room has also been wallpapered, and it's not just the walls - it's the ceiling too. Spray, spray, spray, scrape, scrape, scrape. Oh, and one more thing....paint the pass thru with Kilz since they didn't take the texturing off in this area before lathering on the wallpaper glue.
Meanwhile, as I'm re-texturing, Drake is spraying vinegar and chipping away at the wallpaper border up next to the ceiling which was put on with either magic spells or superglue. And it's not enough to get the vinyl top off, then you have to attack the paper under layer, and then the magic glue under that. One more thing: We had to go buy some Kilz because the professional paperhanger first drew a thick blue line with some material guaranteed to bleed through paint as his guideline prior to hanging the ceiling border. Now, prior to painting, we had to run brush fulls of Kilz over the blue line around the circumference of the kitchen.
Time to paint, you ask? No.....one more thing: Somebody, (like to get my hands around that neck), painted the entire kitchen in glossy paint. For those of you unfamiliar with this type of paint, it has two characteristics: (1) It's shiny, and (2) if you try to paint over it - the new paint won't adhere. Another trip to Home Depot scouting the shelves for deglosser. That's the new name for liquid sandpaper. Of course, it has everything except a skull and crossbones on the label. Time to wipe down the entire kitchen while holding our breath and wearing funny glasses.
Finally, time to paint. Right after we tape. And one wall is going to have to wait. Someone has cut a 3x4" hole in the wallboard. Time to break out the mesh patching. That patch has taken me three days and one entire 'do over' before I am marginally happy with its appearance. Painting for sure....tomorrow. I really, really would like my 30 year old body to return for the next few days. This stuff just seemed easier when most body parts and joints didn't ache or throb at day's end.
One more thing....now we need to wash the windows.
It started with more than just painting. First, we had to take off the wallpaper back splash and the ceiling border. Initially, we were saying things like, "piece of cake", "been there, done that", and "at least it's just a LITTLE BIT of wallpaper; it's not like all the walls are covered". Yeah. This professionally done wallpaper job prepped the wallpaper hanging by sanding the texture off all the back splash wallboard portion of the kitchen (one entire wall above the sinks and counter tops). After spraying and scraping up the wallpaper, now we have to re-texture the wallboard on one side of the room and blend it to match the texturing on the adjoining walls. OK, can do - did an entire great room in Hurst. Oh, and once the vinyl wallpaper was gone, one more thing became obvious: We had to dig out the old silicone caulk running along the top of the cabinet back splash the length of the kitchen in preparation for re-caulking.
One more thing...the 'pass thru' from the kitchen into the living/dining room has also been wallpapered, and it's not just the walls - it's the ceiling too. Spray, spray, spray, scrape, scrape, scrape. Oh, and one more thing....paint the pass thru with Kilz since they didn't take the texturing off in this area before lathering on the wallpaper glue.
Meanwhile, as I'm re-texturing, Drake is spraying vinegar and chipping away at the wallpaper border up next to the ceiling which was put on with either magic spells or superglue. And it's not enough to get the vinyl top off, then you have to attack the paper under layer, and then the magic glue under that. One more thing: We had to go buy some Kilz because the professional paperhanger first drew a thick blue line with some material guaranteed to bleed through paint as his guideline prior to hanging the ceiling border. Now, prior to painting, we had to run brush fulls of Kilz over the blue line around the circumference of the kitchen.
Time to paint, you ask? No.....one more thing: Somebody, (like to get my hands around that neck), painted the entire kitchen in glossy paint. For those of you unfamiliar with this type of paint, it has two characteristics: (1) It's shiny, and (2) if you try to paint over it - the new paint won't adhere. Another trip to Home Depot scouting the shelves for deglosser. That's the new name for liquid sandpaper. Of course, it has everything except a skull and crossbones on the label. Time to wipe down the entire kitchen while holding our breath and wearing funny glasses.
Finally, time to paint. Right after we tape. And one wall is going to have to wait. Someone has cut a 3x4" hole in the wallboard. Time to break out the mesh patching. That patch has taken me three days and one entire 'do over' before I am marginally happy with its appearance. Painting for sure....tomorrow. I really, really would like my 30 year old body to return for the next few days. This stuff just seemed easier when most body parts and joints didn't ache or throb at day's end.
One more thing....now we need to wash the windows.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Fluency, Flexibility, Originality
Today I got a letter from a friend who is thinking about taking up cake decorating again. She claims the reason is because she needs another creative outlet, and oh, yes, she wants to be able to create roses out of icing. It seems that unbeknownst to me, she used to create cakes for her family. Remember when it was a 'mom' thing to make cakes shaped like cartoon characters or action heroes? It was a talent to be able to make a ninja turtle. As she pointed out, most moms in the 21st century don't have the time to spend half a day (or more) baking, cutting and icing creatively.
One of the many things I love about this friend is she believes that creativity is important. Her main creative outlet is card making. She's right about creativity. I can remember getting really depressed staying home with my infant daughter. Everything that didn't involve the baby seemed so pointless - cook, clean up, mop floor, load dishwasher, empty dishwasher, make bed, dust, vacuum, on, and on, and on. Way, way too much of my day was spent doing mindless repetitive chores. Never once did anyone say,"WOW, what a clean floor!" That's when I found needle crafts and sewing. Creating clothes for the baby - after teaching myself how to sew - made all the difference to the stay at home life for me.
When I went back to teacher school, I actually took a class about Creativity. It floored me to learn that after passing the age of seven, most people decide they aren't creative. Our perception of creativity continues to narrow the older we get. Here's the definition of creativity: There are three components: Fluency, Flexibility, and Originality. The fluency element of creativity basically means you can generate a lot of ideas about a specific topic or problem. The flexibility component means you can take an idea and rework it in unexpected ways. Nevertheless, most of us continue to only consider the third component, originality, when we think about creativity. In truth, everyone has the ability to be creative. The trick is to convince yourself you are.
I think women give themselves more freedom to be creative. Perhaps it's because in the not too distant past, most of us were stuck in either low end repetitive chore jobs, or home with people under three feet tall for years at a time. Smart women figured out pretty quickly they would go bonkers or develop a love affair with alcohol if they didn't develop a talent or a skill. Being creative makes you feel good about yourself. It's a rush to make something, or exercise a talent. Ironically, what you produce doesn't even have to be very good to get those positive feelings. All you have to do is improve - even if it's only in your own eyes. Looking back, my first sewing efforts and my first embroidery efforts were pretty pitiful. It didn't matter a bit. Solving the problems, understanding the patterns, developing the skills were all part of doing something that mattered to me in way that housework or cooking never did. Creativity fosters passion.
Once you accept your personal creativity, then it naturally blossoms. I'm more likely now to embrace the creative spirit when trying to solve a problem, and I often let it loose to come up with solutions. For example, I'm so tired of the drabness of Arizona. Everything is some shade of beige. Bland, blah, dingy, and finally, depressing. I like color. I like being surrounded by color. Inside the house, it's pretty easy - paintings, pottery, even furniture has color. But once you step outside, beige and tan everywhere. Well, this week I planted a complete flower garden in the front of my house - it's a riot of flowers of every shade and hue. I spent the better part of an afternoon 'planting'. I have tall flowers and short flowers and two dozen varieties; they span the entire front flower bed. They are, of course, 100% silk, and they look marvelous, darling. Creativity to the rescue.
I'm very interested in how other people tap into their own personal creativity. What's your creative outlet? How did you find it? Did you specifically set out to find your creativity, or did you fall into it? This inquiring mind wants to know. If you read this blog, let me know how you are exercising your creativity. And if you're not, why not? (P.S. - "I'm not creative." isn't an acceptable or even a true answer.)
One of the many things I love about this friend is she believes that creativity is important. Her main creative outlet is card making. She's right about creativity. I can remember getting really depressed staying home with my infant daughter. Everything that didn't involve the baby seemed so pointless - cook, clean up, mop floor, load dishwasher, empty dishwasher, make bed, dust, vacuum, on, and on, and on. Way, way too much of my day was spent doing mindless repetitive chores. Never once did anyone say,"WOW, what a clean floor!" That's when I found needle crafts and sewing. Creating clothes for the baby - after teaching myself how to sew - made all the difference to the stay at home life for me.
When I went back to teacher school, I actually took a class about Creativity. It floored me to learn that after passing the age of seven, most people decide they aren't creative. Our perception of creativity continues to narrow the older we get. Here's the definition of creativity: There are three components: Fluency, Flexibility, and Originality. The fluency element of creativity basically means you can generate a lot of ideas about a specific topic or problem. The flexibility component means you can take an idea and rework it in unexpected ways. Nevertheless, most of us continue to only consider the third component, originality, when we think about creativity. In truth, everyone has the ability to be creative. The trick is to convince yourself you are.
I think women give themselves more freedom to be creative. Perhaps it's because in the not too distant past, most of us were stuck in either low end repetitive chore jobs, or home with people under three feet tall for years at a time. Smart women figured out pretty quickly they would go bonkers or develop a love affair with alcohol if they didn't develop a talent or a skill. Being creative makes you feel good about yourself. It's a rush to make something, or exercise a talent. Ironically, what you produce doesn't even have to be very good to get those positive feelings. All you have to do is improve - even if it's only in your own eyes. Looking back, my first sewing efforts and my first embroidery efforts were pretty pitiful. It didn't matter a bit. Solving the problems, understanding the patterns, developing the skills were all part of doing something that mattered to me in way that housework or cooking never did. Creativity fosters passion.
Once you accept your personal creativity, then it naturally blossoms. I'm more likely now to embrace the creative spirit when trying to solve a problem, and I often let it loose to come up with solutions. For example, I'm so tired of the drabness of Arizona. Everything is some shade of beige. Bland, blah, dingy, and finally, depressing. I like color. I like being surrounded by color. Inside the house, it's pretty easy - paintings, pottery, even furniture has color. But once you step outside, beige and tan everywhere. Well, this week I planted a complete flower garden in the front of my house - it's a riot of flowers of every shade and hue. I spent the better part of an afternoon 'planting'. I have tall flowers and short flowers and two dozen varieties; they span the entire front flower bed. They are, of course, 100% silk, and they look marvelous, darling. Creativity to the rescue.
I'm very interested in how other people tap into their own personal creativity. What's your creative outlet? How did you find it? Did you specifically set out to find your creativity, or did you fall into it? This inquiring mind wants to know. If you read this blog, let me know how you are exercising your creativity. And if you're not, why not? (P.S. - "I'm not creative." isn't an acceptable or even a true answer.)
Sunday, January 13, 2013
And the most famous quote about the weather is....
"Everyone talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it"......Mark Twain.
In my opinion more than half the interest about the weather is TALKING about it. In Phoenix this week, everyone has been in a state of breathless anticipation. The local weather station meteorologists have almost been peeing their pants with excitement over the freezing weather we've been experiencing. Just to let you non Paradise Valley people into the loop: Phoenix and surrounding environs are experiencing overnight temperatures below 32 degrees for four nights in a row. Now, the record for most consecutive sub-freezing temperatures overnight in Phoenix was set in 1916. That year there were 14 consecutive days of night temps below freezing, and we certainly aren't approaching that. Four days, however, is unusual enough to send the area residents into a tizzy.
When I first started coming regularly to Arizona, I was extremely amused to note year rounders use the term 'freezing' anytime the temperature fell below 70 degrees. They appeared in heavy coats or layered in shirts, sweaters, and coats even in 60 degree weather. The accepted mantra: If you stay here over the summer for a few years, then your blood 'thins'. Scientifically, this is not true, but Dr. Robert Lavender, a professor at the University of Arkansas, noting that blood is part of our thermoregulation system, has an explanation. Our blood doesn't either get thin or thick, but rather the surface capillaries next to our skin either expand or contract more efficiently based on the prevailing weather where we live. (Hot climate? Surface capillaries expand to release heat. Cold climate? Those same capillaries contract to send blood into our body core to keep us warmer.) When we suddenly arrive at a drastically different climate, our bodies are slow to adapt. I think that means Sarah and Jay are going to be feeling cold this winter in Connecticut, and Paradise Valley residents also feel cold during their winter no matter how mild.
I also suspect that expectation of a certain type of weather is a game our minds play with us. Seasons not only involve flowers and leaves but also temperatures. Part of us wants winter each year just as we want Spring to come at the end of cold weather and leaves to change colors in the Fall. I've lived in a seasons location and a non-seasons location - seasons are better. Somehow, they establish a rhythm to the year that some hidden part of self misses when the seasons are absent. Initially upon moving to the Gulf Coast, I was enchanted with the 80 degree Christmas day, but I tired of that quickly and came to resent warm winter weather and particularly holiday winter weather that involved wearing shorts. Even here in balmy Phoenix, people are hopeful for a cold snap over the holidays. You hear it expressed as, " I want to wear my Christmas sweater."
In some locations it's all about rain. Overcast weather is some of my favorite because I've always been attracted to the cloudy day. People who grew up in Arizona would have a hard sledding adapting to constant clouds. New Orleanians get antsy if it stops raining for any significant period of days. Their expectation is for it to rain every day during the summer. In Portland it doesn't rain - it showers, drizzles, drips, spits, mists and fogs. Portlandians are pretty defensive about their damp climate. The overall sentiment is, "If you don't like the rain, MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
Wind is an inexhaustible weather topic in Texas. How many times have I heard, "Yeah, it's definitely springtime; the wind is blowing 30 miles per hour." In Lubbock, Texas Tech students carry their goggles to protect their eyes from the springtime ritual of dust storms. In the winter, 'wind chill' is discussed in reverent tones in the northern panhandle. Wind always adds that unforeseen element to all Texas weather, and ruins more outdoor activities than rain. Homesteading women committed suicide because they couldn't tolerate the seemingly constant wind one second longer.
My favorite poet is all about the weather. William Carlos Williams, a doctor who scribbled his poetry between patients, is all about the image. The images created by the seasons, and by the weather interacting with the landscape or the people living on it were favored topics. Speaking of wind, he created a gem of a poem about wind:
January
Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before fingers perfectly
its derisive music.
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before fingers perfectly
its derisive music.
I also fell in love with his definition of summer: Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It's not a color. It's summer!
So, how's the weather where you live? I'd bet $100 you know exactly what it is and what it is going to be for the next day or so. I just glanced outside.....and realized I've got to hop up, and rush outside to put a cover over my poinsettia bush. After all; it's going to freeze here tonight.
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