Jude's Muse

Too young to Drive? Too Old to Drive?

2011-07-31T07:43:00.000-05:00

My grandson turned 16 in February. The age of 16 is a milestone. You are old enough to drive a car and the allusive legal drinking age is right around the corner. Oh, did I mention voting and serving your country? Yes, it is a wonderful time (outside of the fact that if makes a grandmother feel old). My grandson passed his driver's license exam, not with flying colors, but he passed it nonetheless. This gives him legal driving privileges. Now, don't get me wrong. I am not arguing with this. He is a good kid. He is a responsible kid. He is a smart kid and he has good reflexes. Just a few months after receiving his license, my grandson was in an unfortunate accident and totaled his car. Everyone involved is fine. Accidents happen. Why did this particular one take place? His ankle itched. After scratching his ankle his foot hit the accelerator rather than than the brake. Unfortunate, but thankfully, no one was hurt in the making of this film.

My father celebrated his 88th birthday in June. Dad still lives independently (with a little help), enjoys watching the Twins and the Vikings take their respective beatings and enjoys an occasional Jack Daniels and water. Let's make that clear. We are talking a lot of Jack and a little water (not that there is anything wrong with that). Dad has also had at least two hip surgeries, knee surgeries, has broken his neck in the past and can barely raise himself out of a chair independently. He is a wonderful man and I love him dearly. He has so many stories to tell, and he does, over and over again. Well, Dad was a professional truck driver for decades. They called him "Pappy"' "Father Flannigan", and "Mayor". He was a legend on the road. He still thinks he can drive. Now to be fair, I haven't heard one doctor proclaim him unfit, but I have been in the passenger seat. I have held my breath running stop signs. I have screamed "STOP" to prevent running down innocent pedestrians in a crosswalk. But most of all, I choose walking rather than riding shotgun with him.

Now, you may be asking, what is the purpose of this fascinating post. To answer truthfully, I am not sure. Dad's driving has become a bit of an issue. He believes he still could and should, while we (his children) question the wiseness of this. I don't want to be the person to tell my father he can't drive any more. Besides, do I have that right? I am no voice of authority. He certainly has the experience that my grandson doesn't. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the quickness of mind and the reflexes that my grandson does.

I'm just sayin'......

Rest Easy America

2011-07-03T16:32:00.000-05:00

I know one of my concerns this holiday weekend (and I'm sure yours as well) is whether or not my city's firework order will arrive in time to light up the sky tomorrow night. Rest easy. I opened the newspaper this morning and read an AP article that certainly settled my nerves. It seems, in an effort to ensure that communities will be able to enjoy a timely display of explosives, the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration has "granted an exemption to hours-of-service rules for 3,000 commercial drivers carrying an estimated 10 million pounds of explosives across the country."

Now I come from a trucking family. I have heard heroic tales of "delivering the load on time." Cheating on your log book doesn't seem to be a huge deal when you are delivering a load of vegetables or Tootsie Rolls. However, the thought of government sanctioned sleep-deprived semi-drivers hauling over 10 million pounds of explosives on the same roads traveled by countless families innocently driving to a family reunion, gives me pause. I say, let 'em drink and drive too. it is a holiday after all, and they are putting in all of these extra hours.

Sometimes I have to shake my head....and pray.

Just one last thought... What's the hurry? Didn't we know July 4th was right around the corner? Order early is my motto.

Happy Memorial Day

2011-05-30T12:03:00.001-05:00

Happy Memorial Day? That always seemed a bit strange for me... almost hard to say. How does one wish a person a happy Memorial Day? Have we forgotten what the holiday means? I believe we have. Isn't that sad? Allow me this opportunity for a brief refresher course. Originally called Decoration Day, Memorial Day was designated as a day of remembrance and honor for those who have died in service of our country. It is nearly impossible to trace the beginning of Memorial Day, but it was officially proclaimed on May 5, 1868 by General John Logan, the national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic and it was first observed on May 30th of that year. Flowers were placed on the graves of the Union and Confederate soldiers buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Thankfully, that tradition remains today. Since the 1950's, the 1200 soldiers of the Third US Infantry place small American flags at each of the more than 260,000 graves at Arlington Cemetery. Sadly, many of the other traditional observances have diminished over the years. We now think of Memorial Day as a time to honor all dead, not just those who have died serving our country. Worse still, it is now synonymous with the advent of summer, camping and cook-outs.

In an attempt to reeducate Americans on the true meaning of Memorial Day, the National Moment of Remembrance was passed in December of 2000. This resolution asks that at 3:00 pm (local time) for all Americans to "voluntarily and informally observe in their own way a moment of remembrance and respect, pausing from whatever they are doing for a moment of silence or listen to "Taps."

Now this seems like a wonderful idea to me. If you have ever attended a military funeral, you have experienced the spine tingling feeling when taps is played. That song, more than any other, evokes a solemn and meaningful emotion. We salute or place our hand over our heart when we hear the melody. The song has meaning.

"Day is done, gone the sun

From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky

All is well, safely rest

God is near.

Fading light dims the sight

And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright

From afar, drawing near

Falls the night.

Thanks and praise for our days

Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky

As we go, this we know

God is near."

How sad it was then, today on Memorial Day, to open the newspaper and read an article reporting how electronic bugles are now being used at military funerals. What is an electronic bugle? It is a digital playing device placed inside of the bugle's bell. With the simple touch of a button, a recording of "Taps" is perfectly played.

It makes me shudder. It makes me terribly sad. What is wrong with us?

And Now... Time for a Brief Commercial Message

2011-05-21T16:53:00.004-05:00

I am not in the habit of advertising websites. However, when it is for my hubby, I am bound to make an exception. As you all know, hubby and I became victims of the recession over a year ago. Thanks to unemployment insurance and a healthy savings account we have managed quite nicely. Unfortunately, the savings account is dying an agonizing death , unemployment is due to expire and there are few job opportunities available. It was time to get creative. Hence, the birth of a new company.

Allow me to introduce Midwest Custom Crafts, home to bird houses, mail boxes, lawn and garden furniture and more...

Yes, I said bird houses, but not just any bird houses. I am talking about bird houses to die for. I knew hubby was talented, his resume is proof of that, but I never realized he was so artistic and creative. I'll bet you are getting curious. Visit the website: http://www.midwestcustomcrafts.com/ and blog at: http://www.midwestcustomcrafts.blogspot.com/ . Links are provided on the side-bar for your convenience.

Once again... Thanks for tuning in. And now, back to our regularly sceduled program.

Ban Book World

2011-05-15T05:14:00.001-05:00

I just posted on my "Write or Wrong" blog. It was a simple little post. I announced the fact that the bookstore where I work is closing. I was cool and I was calm. But that was then and this is now. You see, I think that was the proper tone for my writing blog. I need Jude's Muse to vent. That is the bottom line. I need Jude's Muse. Now, I know what you are thinking. You have heard it before. I've made promises I haven't kept. I don't blame you for doubting me, but I'm going to prove you wrong. Stick around. I'm back!

Now, let's get down to business. I want to tell you a little story about an evil empire I like to call Book World. Perhaps you have heard of them. They have around 50 stores located in the Midwest. Now, they prefer not to be called a chain, they are a "family owned business." Well folks, I have news for you, when you have 50 stores, you are a chain. Now, you might sense a hint of bitterness in the tone of this post. You might be wondering if I am angry because I lost my job. Well, of course I am, but that isn't what really angers me. I understand business is about the bottom line and sometimes you have to make tough decisions, but there are right ways to do things and I am here to tell you this company is wrong.

Let's pretend you are the owner of Book World. (I'm sorry, you can take a shower once this little exercise is over.) Now, one of your stores isn't making money. As a matter of fact, it is costing you money. You have been going through managers at a rate of at least one a year. So it shouldn't be a shock when your current manager quits after six-months. Am I stupid, or is this a major red flag? Of course it is. So, at this point you know the store is costing you money, you also know you are going to eventually close the store. Wouldn't this be the perfect time? After all, the manager just quit. No, instead you decide to advertise for a new manager. You put a regional manager up in a hotel for over a month. You hire a new manager, take the time and effort to train her and teach her all of your ridiculous rules. You encourage her and tell her that she can make a difference. In turn, she tells her staff the same and lo and behold, sales are climbing and things are looking up. Everyone is excited. They are pumped. They are motivated. So, what do you do? Do you look at the increased sales and think maybe this can work. Let's give these folks a little time. Maybe they can do it. No. One month later, you reach in and pull the rug out from underneath them and close the store. Does that make sense, or do you just enjoy playing God with other people's lives? I'm betting on the last.

Do I regret taking the job? Damn right I do. But I don't regret the opportunity to meet and get to know my coworkers. They are an amazing group of people who deserve to be treated better. It's a tough economy. Difficult decisions need to be made, but is it too much to ask to be treated with respect and not simply discarded like a piece of trash? I have always prided my self on my work ethic, apparently it is too much to expect the same from Book World.

Funny How Time Slips Away

2010-07-24T06:40:00.002-05:00

I can't believe it is already the end of July. Where does the time go? It wasn't long ago, I was fretting over the prospect of turning fifty, and now, in the blink of an eye, I am quickly approaching another year.

Oh, but what a year! Since that immortal date of 09/09/2009, life as been a virtual roller coaster. Things seemed pretty bleak in October when the owners of the office product store I worked for announced that after 126 years in business, they were closing the doors in December. Of course, I fretted over the loss of employment in an economy that was struggling, but most of all, I mourned the loss of the family I had come to love. My coworkers and customers that shared my life and allowed me to share theirs. Oh, we swore to keep in touch, but I have walked this road before. In truth, many of them will fade from my life, but never from my memory. Thank you all for some of the best years of my life.

If that weren't bad enough, November brought more bad news. Hubby was laid off from his job. The prospect of both of us being unemployed was terrifying to say the least. Still, it wasn't all bad. We had some savings in the bank, we both qualified for unemployment, and we certainly had skills to offer in the working force. Life goes on...

In December, my 86 year old father was hospitalized with an infection. He was stabilized and moved to a nursing home. I was afraid. More afraid than I ever realized, to face the possibility of losing him. But I swear the man has more than nine lives. Like the Phoenix, he rose again. He is back home, driving his car and doing what he does best, flirting with the girls. Thank you God for listening.

Unemployed, with plenty of time on my hands, I had no excuses. It was time to put my BIC (butt in chair) and finish my second novel. I am pleased to announce "Lavender Girl" is completed and I am now in the process of shopping for an agent. I plan to keep you updated on this nerve-wracking experience. Let the rejections begin!

Could there be more? Decidedly yes. See ya next time.

Public Service Announcement

2010-03-02T05:32:00.002-06:00

Just wanted to let you all know that I have not disappeared. I have been preoccupied with finishing my second novel and I apologize for abandoning you in the process. But, your patience will be rewarded. The book is going very well.

My website address has been changed. You can find me here:

http://www.jaandersonwrite.com

It Was a Snuggie Christmas

2010-01-18T06:42:00.004-06:00

Merry Christmas everyone. Yes, I'm aware that it is the 18th of January. We celebrate our family Christmas in January every year. Not only is it less hectic, it is a great way to break up the winter blues.

Presents are always a problem for me. I'm always at a loss for ideas. Not this year! As you can see by the family portrait above, it was Snuggies for everyone. Now I know it was a daring move. I thought it was a hilarious idea, but there was always the chance that my family wouldn't share the humor.

I worried for nothing. The Snuggies were a hit. Even the grandkids liked them. Funny? Yes, but I have to tell you...

I love my Snuggie.

This Shattered my Hubby's Dream

2010-01-10T09:14:00.004-06:00

Friends and family of Hubby and I know he does the majority of the cooking in our household. It's not because I am a horrible cook or even that I dislike cooking. He LOVES to cook and who am I to deny him this simple pleasure.

However, every once in awhile I get the urge to make something. There are a few dishes that I make that Hubby doesn't. Meatloaf is one of them. Hubby loves my meatloaf. He brags about my meatloaf. He swears it is the best meatloaf in the world. So, I decided to make (you guessed it) meatloaf.

I picked up the ingredients and came home from the grocery store. Hubby, being the helpful husband that he is, helped me put away the groceries. He pulled out the package of meatloaf mix and literally howled in shock.

Hubby: "You use meatloaf mix in your meatloaf?"
Me: "Yup"
Hubby: Have you always used meatloaf mix in your meatloaf."
Me: "Yup"
Hubby: "But I always told everyone that you made the best meatloaf in the world. I didn't know how you did it."
Me: "Now you do."

This wasn't a secret I have been keeping from him. I didn't realize using a mix negated the wonderfulness of my meatloaf. I don't think it does.

Apparently, Hubby feels pretty strongly about the subject. I wonder if he knows I use spaghetti sauce from a jar?

I'm Being Stalked

2010-01-06T07:25:00.002-06:00

Please don't panic. This is not, let me repeat NOT, a life threatening situation.

Let me start by explaining that this has been a momentous year. An awful lot has happened. First, I went on a fabulous vacation to NYC with my hubby (and Windsor) followed by the life changing 9-09-09.

What was so special about September 9th, outside of the fact that it was a pretty cool date? Well, your humble author turned fifty years young. Yup, I admit it. Okay, I fought it for awhile, but it was all in vain. It seems they are on to me and they are relentless,

Who are they, you ask? They are the people who are stalking me. AARP. It began shortly before my birthday. The letters started to pile up. They came from every direction. Not only did they come addressed to Judy Prather(current name), they came to Judy Auna (second husband), They came to Judy Walters (first husband). They came to Judy Hodge (maiden name). Yup, I've been married three times. Third is the charm.

Not only do they know I turned fifty. They know more about me than some of my closest friends.

It's a little freaky.

I'm Back

2009-12-02T07:29:00.002-06:00

Many apologies for the long absence. It has been a tad bit crazy these past few months and I'm afraid the blog has suffered the toll. Thank you to everyone who e-mailed their concerns. It's nice to be missed. The good news is that I will have more time to keep the blog current and update my website (it is long over due).

What has kept me away from my keyboard? Well, in truth, I have been busy at the computer. However, my typing has been aimed in a different direction. I have been very focused on the editing of my current work in progress, "Lavender Girl". The edit is going very well, but that is no excuse for abandoning you.

So, what has been happening?

Stay tuned...

Strawberry Fields

2009-06-13T10:14:00.011-05:00

Strawberry Fields is a Memorial to John Lennon who was tragically assassinated by Mark Chapman in front of his apartment building. The memorial was donated to Central Park by his wife Yoko Ono. Visiting Strawberry Fields is a very emotional experience. The simplicity of the monument with the single word Imagine prods you to imagine a world where John Lennon and his musical genius still exists.

The memorial is surrounded by benches. The benches were full when we visited and I suspect that is the norm. People sat very quietly, taking their turns approaching the memorial and paying their respects to the man who brought so much joy to his fans. Zacko, our pedicab driver, told us it isn't unusual for musicians to gather and play at this sight in the evenings. George Harrison was known to come on occasion and even the likes of Eric Clapton.

A picture of the entrance to the Dakota is pictured above. This is where Mark Chapman approached John Lennon when he and Yoko Ono were returning after working on his last album "Walking on Thin Ice" at Record Plant Studio. He shot John Lennon five times. On December 8th, 1980, the world lost an amazing talent.

Zacko told us that the Dakota is a very coveted piece of real estate. Michael Jackson and Madonna have both tried to get an apartment there. However, to live at the Dakota, all of the other tenants have to agree to it. Apparently they were both denied.

If you are a music lover and you find yourself in New York City, please take the time to visit Strawberry Fields.

I myself caused quite a stir during our visit. Two young girls thought I was adorable, which of course, I am. You would have thought they never saw a computer before. When we explained I was a guest blogger, they were fascinated and a tad jealous they hadn't thought of the idea themselves. I suspect there may be a few more computers landing sweet jobs like mine. But remember, I'm the first.

Central Park

2009-06-12T12:54:00.013-05:00

We toured Central Park by pedicab. It was a little spendy, but it was our favorite mode of transportation in the City. Interestingly, regular taxi cabs in NYC are actually cheaper than the ones in our city in Minnesota. Zacko, pictured above was our driver and tour guide. Zacko was from Russia and was going to school in NYC. He spoke English very well and was a fountain of information.

Speaking of fountains, the fountain behind Jude and Hubby is the same one you see in the opening of the television show Friends. Unfortunately, Rachael and Ross were nowhere in sight. I almost wanted to jump in for a splash myself, but since water and electronics don't mix, I didn't.

We could have easily spent an entire day in Central Park. It covers over 800 acres and according to Zacko, it has close to 30,000 trees. Hubby was enamored with the Sycamores. The grass is lush and the flowers are beautiful. We hit most of the highlights, although we didn't do the zoo. Hubby is animal enough!

The castle in the picture above was being built when the Great Depression hit. The project ran out of money before it was completed so they weren't able to build the fourth tower. It is still quite impressive.

Keep tuned for Strawberry Fields!

Battery Park

2009-06-12T09:46:00.011-05:00

Battery Park is an amazing place. It was from here that we caught the ferry to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. However, the park was an attraction in itself. It boasted beautiful grounds that housed awe inspiring monuments to those who have died in service of our country as well as some more amusing attractions.

The top photo is what remains of a sculpture that was on display in the WTC. It was created by Fritz Koenig, entitled "The Sphere" it was designed as a symbol of world peace. It is humbling to stand before the remains of this glorious statue. There is an eternal flame burning in front of it in memory of all that perished on 911.

We met a gentleman who has spent the last 19 years feeding the squirrels and treating visitors with their antics. Hubby took his turn while I watched as the squirrel scampered onto his lap to eat a nut. What a hoot!

The last picture is one person of a group that called themselves the "Positive Brothers". Not only was their routine amazing, they were hilarious. Their message to youth was to stay away from cigarettes, drugs and alcohol. Oddly enough, given all that NYC has to offer, they were one of the highlights of my trip.

A Funny Thing Happened on Our Way to Peter Lugers

2009-06-12T08:37:00.003-05:00

It was a fairly easy trip from Wall Street, just hop on the number 4 train to City Hall and transfer to the J. Of course we had to check out City Hall and cruise the streets a bit. After all we had plenty of time. We had enough time to stop for a cocktail, so we did. Wouldn't you know, we stumbled into the last bikini bar in Brooklyn. You can bet hubby was pleased!

The bartender was great! As a matter of fact, after a few minutes, you actually forgot you were talking to a scantily clad woman (Well, I did. I can't speak for hubby.) Anyway we started talking to a group of other patrons and it turned out they were there for the Belmont. Not only were they there for the race, one gentleman was the actual owner of Mine That Bird! They were a wonderful bunch of people and we exchanged addresses. We promised to take them ice fishing next time they are in Minnesota and we can stay at their ranch during our next visit to New Mexico. (Like any of that is going to happen.) At any rate, one drink led to two and you guessed it. We missed our reservation to Peter Lugers.

Our Minnesota sob story must have worked because they agreed to squeeze us in. We chatted at the bar with some people from Branson. Oddly enough we ran into them two days later in Greenwich Village. What are the chances of that?

We were finally seated and prepared for the best steak in the world. We were served a beautiful bread basket. Hubby took one bite from a roll and broke off half of his front tooth. This could have been a disaster, but thankfully it didn't hurt and the steak was so tender, no chewing was required.

It was the best steak I have ever eaten and the service was superb. Another great day!

Coney Island

2009-06-08T06:56:00.029-05:00

Our trip to Coney Island was a piece of cake. From our hotel we jumped on the M60 bus, rode that to the Astoria train station and jumped on the N train all the way to Coney Island. Jude loves the NYC transit system, yet she refuses to ride the city bus in Minnesota. Ironic, isn't it?

It was a beautiful day. We walked to the ocean and dipped our hands in. Hubby insisted we taste the Atlantic. I think someone may have peed in it.

We had a Nathan hotdog and let me tell you, they are delicious! I don't think I could eat 25 though.

We walked the boardwalk and snacked our way through all the food stands. Jude and Hubby were nice enough to buy me a cold one. Wow, was that refreshing!

Then, we took on the Cyclone. Looking back, the carny food before the ride probably wasn't the best plan. Thankfully everything stayed in its proper place. The Cyclone is an 82 year old wooden roller coaster. To look at it, it doesn't look like much by today's thrill ride standards. Well let me tell you, looks can be deceiving. We screamed like babies and there weren't too many hands in the air. I white-knuckled it myself. Jude and Hubby got their picture taken during the ride. It ain't pretty.

We had a wonderful time and then it was off to the next adventure.

Stay tuned and check out the slide show. I'm trying to do a little editing, but there is so little time and so much to do.

Happy Birthday Kim & Roth

2009-06-07T00:01:00.004-05:00

Jude was feeling pretty bad that she had forgotten to mail her kid's birthday cards before she left on vacation. I tried to tell her they would understand, but she was inconsolable.

Imagine our surprise when we went to Times Square and there was a huge party in their honor. Man, New York really knows how to throw a party! Too bad they weren't here. Don't worry though, we partied enough for all of us.

Happy Birthday Kids! I love you! Hope you had a great one!

A Rainy Day in NYC

2009-06-06T04:30:00.010-05:00

Jude and Hubby left me behind today. It was raining here. So what do you do in NYC when it is raining? You go shopping! Now, for anyone who knows Jude that may be a surprise. She hates shopping. However, this wasn't a pleasure trip. Umbrellas and hoodies were definitely needed.

Rain doesn't keep anyone inside on Times Square and manuvering the crowd with an umbrella was a bit of a challenge, but even wet and cold, it was a good time.

The day was topped with some sandwiches from the Carnegie Deli. Couldn't begin to eat the whole thing.

Made it an early night. Have to rest up for Coney Island tomorrow.

Be sure to check out the photo on the side bar. There's more to come!

NYC

2009-06-05T06:44:00.003-05:00

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Windsor and I am Jude's mini laptop. She has put me in charge of her blog while she and hubby enjoy their trip to NYC. Now, you may wonder how a computer can do this. Technology and a vivid imagination are wonderful things.

Our trip was fairly uneventful, except for hubby beeping like crazy during security at MSP. Turns out the back brace he was wearing (yes he put his back out again) triggered the metal detection. The security guards were great and it wasn't long we were on our way. As a matter of fact, with a little help from the great people at United, we were able to grab earlier flights at MSP and Chicago and we arrived in NYC three hours ahead of schedule.

We have pretty much mastered the subway system and have our own Metro Cards (Well, I don't have one, computers ride free. I love NY!) We took Times Square by storm, ooohing and ahhing just like the hicks from Minnesota we are.

We got back to the hotel just short of midnight excited and exhausted. This is the latest Jude has slept in for years.

What will we do next? Stay tuned and find out.

Where's Windsor

2009-05-31T08:51:00.003-05:00

As you know, hubby and I are leaving Thursday for New York City. It is a well deserved vacation for us both. If you follow this blog, you know that I promised to take you all with us. Well, I certainly plan on keeping that promise. However, since I am on vacation, I decided to enlist the help of a guest blogger during our trip. After scrutinizing hundreds of applicants I chose a well qualified individual to post in my absence.

It's a great plan, except for one small detail. Where's Windsor?

Checklist to New York City

2009-05-27T18:31:00.003-05:00

Since I am relatively new to this vacation and traveling thing. I find myself worrying that I will forget something (like the airline tickets). So, I made a list of things I wanted to get done around the house before we left. There was a ton of things I was eager to accomplish over the Memorial Day Weekend.

I have learned a lot through this pre-vacation experience so far and I thought I would share it with you.

I like to call this: THIRTEEN STEPS

1) Catch a terrible cold.
2) Buy a ton of flowers to plant in the yard that you are going to leave behind in ten days.
3) Plant two planters and collapse exhausted and feverish in your lawn.
4) Drag yourself inside for a nap. You can finish planting after a refreshing nap.
5) Wake up four hours later realizing there isn't a chance in heck you are planting any more flowers. Might as well go to bed.
6) Wake up the next morning still feeling like crap, but determined to get the job done.
7) Go to the store to buy more plants and pots.
8) Plant two more planters and realize you are too sick to stand.
9) Take a nap.
10) Repeat number five.
11) Wake up Monday knowing it is the last day of the three day weekend and you have to get it done.
12) Do nothing but sleep.
13) Give the cold to hubby.

Start Spreading the News

2009-05-16T05:05:00.002-05:00

I'm leaving today. Okay, I'm not leaving today, but these vagabond shoes are aching to stray, right to the very heart of it, in Old New York!

Yup, that's right folks. The tickets are bought and we are really going. I haven't been on a real vacation since, well maybe never. Hubby has been talking about going back to New York since he went there on business last year. Now, it's not that I doubt hubby, but in my life, these kind of plans generally fizzle out. So, I haven't allowed myself to get too excited. However, he has been saving like a Scrooge and it is really happening.

Now, here is the exciting news. I'm taking all of you with me. Okay, not literally, but thanks to my new digital camera and mini laptop, I will share our adventure (and it's bound to be an adventure) with you on this blog.

Hang on to your hats! It's gonna be a crazy ride!

Happy Mother's Day

2009-05-10T04:31:00.003-05:00

I really wanted to come up with something special for Mother's Day. I didn't. Instead I want to share a portion of an e-mail I received the other day. I love it!

Why God Made Moms
Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions.

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mom likes me.

What kind of a girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world, and my mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mother's don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.
3. I would like her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

Happy Mother's Day!

Do You Ever Wonder?

2009-05-08T06:45:00.002-05:00

It's silly things that sometimes catch my attention. For instance, do you ever wonder where something came from? For example, how did I get so many nail clippers? Honestly, the only clippers I recall buying were the baby ones when my kids were born. Yet, I have a plethora of nail clippers for both my fingers and my toes. Why, and how did they get here?

Perhaps I am stealing them from friends and family. If so, I apologize.

WOW! I Don't Know What Else to Say

2009-04-29T06:24:00.006-05:00

I thought it was bad enough that we now have to play "nicey nice" with terrorists. That's right, let's keep them comfortable and offer them coffee and cupcakes. After all, we as American people have ethics.

Well, we don't have to worry about the Taliban. Apparently the US Government has taken it upon themselves to terrorize its own citizens.

What the %#$! were they thinking!

Happy Anniversary Roth and Shannon!

2009-04-21T07:07:00.004-05:00

I am interrupting this blog for the following public service announcement:

Happy Anniversary to my favorite son and daughter-in-law! I hope you share many years of happiness together.

P.S. Now you can see why my grandchildren are so beautiful!

Join The Cheez Ball Movement!

2009-04-18T18:49:00.005-05:00

There are a number of causes I believe in. I donate to St. Jude's Hospital. I never miss an Eagles Cancer Telethon and I have been a contributor to Jerry Lewis and his kids for more years than I can remember. Of course, I support the troops and I have more pink ribbon items than I really need.

However, it came to my attention this weekend that the fine cheese snack shown above is no longer available. Now I realize this isn't a life threatening situation, but it makes me darn sad. I have a lot of wonderful memories associated with the Planters Cheez Balls.

Apparently I am not the only one who is upset by this. Browsing the Internet, I discovered hundreds of posts from people who are also outraged by this. It seems there are a lot of people jonesing for cheez balls. I realize there are plenty of alternatives out there. Cheetos are a fine snack, but let's face it, they aren't a Planters Cheez ball.

Please, join the cause! There is an online petition to Planters requesting the return of the Cheez Ball. I'm asking anyone who remembers this delicious treat to take a moment to sign the petition. Together, we can make a difference!

Here is the link:
http://www.petitiononline.com/cheez123/petition.html

The old saying must be true. "You only want what you can't have." I really want a Cheez Ball.

Happy 50 Posts!

2009-04-17T06:11:00.003-05:00

And they said it would never last...

I would like to thank everyone who has made this momentous occassion possible. When this humble writer started this little venture, I never dreamed that people would actually read it. Well, not only are you reading my nonsense, you are taking the time to contact me about my ramblings!

Just a reminder to my readers. I love the e-mails! You can contact me at: ja_andersonhouse@yahoo.com
You can also leave a comment on the blog. I love the feedback and it makes me feel special!

Once again, my sincere thanks. Keep checking in. There is more to come!

A Sense of Accomplishment

2009-04-13T06:30:00.001-05:00

I vacuumed my living room ceiling.

What did you do today?

I Have to Give up Exteme Sports

2009-04-03T03:25:00.002-05:00

I know a lot of you might be surprised to hear that in my younger days I was quite an athlete. Yes, there was a time when I could run a city block and not collapse in a wheezing fit. I could leap over a small dog in a single bound. I could lift a case of beer without a grunt. I know, pretty impressive.

Well, today is Friday and my back and legs are still killing me from last Sunday's athletic event. I have spent the last few days walking like a penguin and making grunting noises. I warned hubby that we should leave this kind of activity to younger folks who are in better shape to endure the grueling physical exertion of the sport. Besides, we didn't even train for it. But, he insisted and I like a fool agreed.

We went bowling. I rolled a 160. He rolled an 81.

I still got it, it just hurts more now.

Isn't it Ironic?

2009-03-28T07:08:00.004-05:00

Just a little tidbit of information that I found interesting. Hubby and I just heard on a news program that Walt Disney was once fired from a newspaper because the managing editor felt he lacked creativity.

Intrigued by this, I did some checking on my magic box and discovered this is indeed true. Walt Disney was fired from the Kansas City Star. However, it seems what goes around really does come around. After Disney created his empire. He purchased ABC, who guess what?...

Yup. ABC just happened to own the Kansas City Star.

You gotta love it.

Mmm Mmm Good

2009-03-23T18:23:00.007-05:00

Caution! This is a sensitive subject, so approach at your own risk.

You've probably heard the saying, "when hell freezes over." Well, hubby has his own version of this quaint saying. It goes something like this... "That'll happen the day my wife poops in a hotel bathroom." Yes, it's true. I happen to suffer from the often painful malady of only being able to poop at home.

This normally isn't an issue since I seldom go anywhere. However, hubby and I are planning a ten day trip to New York in June. It could be a problem!

But have no fear. Hubby has put me on a training diet.

Updates available upon request.

I Am Not Biased.

2009-03-20T05:59:00.005-05:00

Last night I attended two of my grand-daughter's Spring Musical at their elementary school. As usual, it was a wonderful event. My hat's off to the musical director and all of the students! There is something about watching children perform that always tugs at my heartstrings. Of course the feeling is even more profound when my grandchildren are in the cast.

As I watched the performance, I chuckled at the boy scratching his nose and the girl making funny faces at someone in the audience. That is part of the charm of the experience. But, as I scanned the classes. It dawned on me that my grand-daughters were the most attractive children in the school. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying the rest of the class was ugly. Not at all. There were some fine looking boys and girls. It's just that my grand-daughters were prettier.

Now, I know what you are thinking. I am a little prejudiced in my opinion. I even questioned that myself. So, I took a second and third look and still came to the same conclusion. If that isn't proof enough, my opinion was corroborated by a second and third party. Of course that came from my daughter-in-law's parents.

I rest my case.

Springer Town

2009-03-15T10:24:00.002-05:00

I have this great idea. Okay, it really isn't my idea. I saw this great bit on HLN yesterday, It was about this guy named Chuck. Chuck has some awesome ideas, but he doesn't have the drive or ambition to do anything with them. Sorry Chuck. Well, as he is promoting his ideas, one stood out to me. By the way, you can check him out at ideasbychuck.com (I have already subscribed. He is the best.)

Here is the idea. Springer Town. Everyone loves a good reality show, right? Well, here is what we do. We take the best (or the worst, depending on how you look at it) guests from the Jerry Springer Show and we set up a little community for them. I think we could make use of the FEMA trailers from Hurricane Katrina and set them up in the Arizona Desert. The production costs would be low. Just move them in and start the cameras.

Imagime!

It Was a Heck of a Weekend

2009-03-12T06:21:00.005-05:00

Well, it started out okay. My new computer showed up on Thursday. We hooked it up and surprise, it worked! It is awesome and to be honest, it is much more of a unit than we really need. It has the new i7 processor and it is great. It is also loaded with VISTA Home Premium 64 bit. What does that mean technologically? Heck if I know, but it is state of the art. Awesome!

What does it mean in my world? Well, after installing and uninstalling my brand new printer (I didn't buy it with this computer) 2,000,001 times, I realized something was amiss. Yup, that's right, I was right on top of that problem. It turns out my new computer is too much for my already old printer to handle. No problem. Lexmark offers the free downloads on their site. Turns out the printer works, but their patch for the scanner still has some bugs. I'm okay with that, I don't scan very often, but it still irks me a bit.

Well, I'm thrilled by the computer and I rationalize its expense by reminding my self that I am a writer and I need this to further my career. That almost worked until I went to do some laundry and my dryer died. Now, this wasn't an unexpected death. The dryer has squealed like a banshee for months. Not to mention that the door handle was a golf ball and the only way the door stayed closed was to use a magnet sheet.

Now, I'm feeling guilty. Why did I spend so much money on a new computer? I need a new dryer. Thank Goodness hubby took control and had a new dryer delivered in a half an hour. Great service right? Sounds good except now I have to clean the area behind the old dryer. Gross! It wasn't all bad though. I scored 27 cents.

Wanting to cheer me up, hubby started to prepare a delicious batter fried fish lunch. It wasn't. There was something fishy about the fish. It fell apart and we deemed It uneatable. Now, my kitchen is splattered with oil and flour and I am still hungry. So, we went for All-You-Can-Eat shrimp. I did.

It was great. I was so full I could barely move. A nap sounded wonderful until I remembered the mess at home.

Guess what? I napped first.

Hope I Can Believe In

2009-02-26T03:29:00.001-06:00

There is so much talk about the stimulus program. Will it work? Will it fail? Does anyone really know? I do know that it is a heck of a lot of money and there is a lot of pork in that bill. I am happy for the California marsh mice that will receive $30,000,000.00 though. That should stimulate the economy. And if I understand it right, starting in June we will have a payroll tax cut and we should each see an extra $8.00 a week in our paycheck. I can hardly wait. I think I'm going to buy a Big Mac.

Now, I'm not criticizing our new President. I want him to succeed so we as citizens succeed, but I am terribly nervous about our government assuming so much control. I believe we have to watch this very closely. I hope people aren't so taken by the charm of our new president that they will accept everything he does with blind faith. We can't afford to sit back and wait for the government to make everything better. We need to take care of ourselves.

I'll tell you about hope I can believe in, I believe in myself. I believe in getting out of bed every morning and going to work. I believe in being punctual and giving my employer an honest days work. It isn't hard folks!

Now, I know some people have lost their jobs and their aren't a lot of options out there. Times are tough, there's no denying that. I've been unemployed. It isn't fun. But, I believe in myself. I know someone will hire me because I'm not afraid to work. I'll be the best burger flipper you've ever seen. I'll dig a ditch as deep as you want it. Thank you for the pay check.

I've been through some tough times in my life. There were times I wasn't sure where my next meal would come from. So, when one job wasn't enough I got another one. There was a time when I was working three jobs just to support myself and my children. Was it fun? No, but we survived and I am stronger for it.

Times will get better. History proves that. In the meantime, we can't be complacent, we must do everything we can to help ourselves. Contrary to popular belief, Obama is not "The Savior". He is a man, albeit the most powerful man on earth. He will not be knocking on your door any day soon with a gift basket that solves all of your problems. Bottom line, it is up to each one of us to do our part.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get to work.

It's Official. We Are Old Folks!

2009-02-18T06:31:00.002-06:00

Okay, I know I just posted about how much I hate Valentines Day. However, my husband, being the romantic he is, or perhaps he was just hungry, insisted we go out to eat.

First clue that we're old folks: We checked out the newspaper to see what restaurant offered the best deal. We chose a nice family restaurant that offered a great buffet. (Might as well get the most bang for your buck, right?)

Second clue: They were serving the buffet from 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm. We immediately decided to go at 4:00. After all, you don't want to be out too late on a Saturday night. Besides, we wanted to beat the rush and the food was bound to be fresh.

Third clue: We arrived shortly after 4:00 and the place was packed. Seems like there were other discriminate diners who shared our wisdom. Well, once we were seated, I checked out the crowd. I am sure we were the youngest people there. It was a sea of gray hair.

I think we just joined a club.

Happy Valentines Day

2009-02-14T06:54:00.004-06:00

I'm not a fan of Valentines Day. I believe it is just one more Hallmark inspired holiday to prompt people to spend money. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against celebrating being in love. I just don't want to be told what day I have to acknowledge it.

I think Valentines Day puts way too much pressure on people, especially men. Come on women, don't we already stress these poor schmucks enough by expecting them to remember our birthdays, our anniversaries, the anniversary of our first date, the anniversary of our first kiss and list goes on. Let's face it, we are just setting them up for failure and ourselves for disappointment.

The Office Product store where I work is located next door to a jewelry store. Yesterday, I watched a steady stream of younger and older men wander through their door, looking panicked and totally clueless. Let's be honest here, unless you have shown your man what piece of jewelry you want, he doesn't have the faintest idea of what to choose. Thankfully, the helpful sales clerks will steer him to the most expensive piece of jewelry he can afford. So, the poor guy leaves the store with an empty wallet, still not sure he will make his woman happy.

Now, the diamonds are just the beginning. You can't just offer your gift anywhere. It has to be romantic. Once again, romantic usually can be defined as expensive. Does emptying a man's wallet and running up his credit card really prove he loves you?

Me, I prefer to know that I am loved every day. And I do.

Facebook

2009-02-10T03:48:00.002-06:00

I have received several e-mails from some of Jude's muse readers wondering why I haven't posted lately. First off, I would like to thank you for noticing. I promptly wrote back to those concerned that I have been very involved with working on my second novel. After months of fighting writer's block, I am re-energized and things are going great.

Now, I just received a notice that my daughter-in-law posted a comment on my facebook account. Of course I had to dash right over there to see what she wrote. Well, she told me I was slacking with my blog posts. Now no offense to my other readers, but when your daughter-in-law calls you a slacker it is time to sit on my butt and write some nonsense here.

As I said, I have been very involved with my novel. Between that and trying to keep up with e-mails from other writers and readers of "Stolen Memories", I'm afraid my website and this blog have been ignored (but not forgotten).

So another distraction was the last thing I needed. The other day I had an invitation in my e-mail box from my son to check out his facebook page. Hmm, that sounds like fun, so like a good mother, I click the link. Oh no, you have to become a member to see his page. Well, alright I think to myself, I'll join, check this out and get the heck out of Dodge. I can't be wasting time. I have a book to write!

Okay, well it seems like everyone I have ever known has a facebook account. Before I know it there are friend requests, writing on the wall, I'm chatting away and downloading pictures.

Thanks Roth!

So, here's the deal, I'm lurking there, but I'm trying to control my level of involvement. I have the feeling it could be quite an addicting place. It is fun to see what my sweet innocent kids are up too though.

You guys are animals! Keep up the good work!

Thanksgiving

2008-11-28T07:38:00.013-06:00

Okay, this picture is actually from last year, but it could have been yesterday. As a matter of fact I think hubby was wearing the same clothes. Yes, he has changed since then.

Sadly, our entire family wasn't together for this years feast, but we were grateful to share the day with my daughter Kim and her wonderful family. Have I ever mentioned that we are blessed to share our life with the greatest family ever!

Of course the absent diners were missed, but in some ways the day was made even more special. Hubby and I felt slightly less frazzled and there seemed to be more time to really visit with one another. We ate, talked, laughed and laughed some more. It was more than a wonderful day. It was another memory I will cherish forever.

It is a scary world we are living in. As I type these words the news channels are covering a terrorist attack in India. There are reported threats for another attack on US soil. We are facing an economic crisis of epic proportions.

Yet, I am extremely thankful. I am thankful to have the opportunity to share my life with a husband I love more than I realized I was capable of. I am thankful for two children who have blessed my world with kindness, love and honor. I am so proud of them! Of course, saying I am thankful for my grandchildren goes without saying. They are a joy! Our futures will be brighter thanks to them.

I am grateful to have a job that I love. There is a saying that if you do something you love, you will never have to work a day in your life. That holds true. However, I am also thankful for having today off.

I hope everyone had a marvelous Turkey Day! Remember, don't let the bad times get you down. Look forward to the future with hope, but don't forget to be thankful for what you have. In a perfect world we would remember to be thankful every day!

I am also very thankful for leftovers.

Toothpaste War

2008-11-17T06:30:00.004-06:00

A couple of weeks ago I noticed our tube of toothpaste was getting a little thin. Since I pride myself on always being prepared, I purchased a new tube that very day. I placed the new box under the quickly depleting tube so it would be handy when we needed it.

Well, this is when the unspoken war began. The old tube got flatter and flatter until it was almost impossible to squeeze anything out. Yet, neither me or my hubby threw it away. Why? I don't know. It wasn't a subject we ever discussed, yet subliminally, we seemed to agree to the challenge. Who would break down and open the new tube of toothpaste?

I'm saddened to say I lost. But, it wasn't for a lack of trying. I squeezed and rolled until there wasn't a drop to be had. I said farewell to the mangled tube and opened the new one. A few days went by and still, neither one of us mentioned this strange contest. I found it odd that hubby wasn't seizing the opportunity to gloat. Part of me began to wonder if I had imagined the whole thing. Perhaps I had been competing against myself.

Finally. I broke down and asked him if he was aware of the toothpaste war. He was. Not only was he an active participant in this eccentric challenge, HE CHEATED! Yes, that's right. He admitted to using his small traveling tube of toothpaste rather than open the new one.

I think that means I win. YES!

Does Anyone Really Know What Time it is?

2008-11-06T06:38:00.005-06:00

I hope everyone out there remembered to "fall back" this last weekend. I admit hubby and I spaced it out until he showed up an hour early for a hair cut appointment on Sunday. But, that isn't what this post is about. Twice a year I find myself trying to synchronize all of the time pieces in my house. Invariable one is forgotten and we just mentally adjust one hour whenever we refer to that particular clock. Seriously, why bother changing it when you will just have to change it back again in a few months. I'm not stupid. I can do the math.

Anyway, while I was trying to obey the rules of time. I couldn't help but notice how unsynchronized we were. It's a darn good thing we aren't in the spy business. The time on my stove read 7:12. The clock on my microwave, just four feet away from my stove, read 7:35. The cock on my kitchen wall read 6:22. Yep, you guessed it, that is the one that never gets changed, but at least it s right half of the year. Now I'm not sure what time it is, so I grab the phone and called time and temp. The nice robotic female on the line kindly informed me that it was 54 degrees (not bad for November in Minnesota) and it was now 6:16 am. Of course, by the time I remembered how to reset the time on these not so user friendly touch pads, a few minutes had elapsed.

Moving on to the bedroom, where we have an alarm clock we never set, I realized the batteries were dead. I wonder when that happened. Since I didn't have any Double A's handy, I decided to ignore it. Why not? we never use it any way.

Next, I wandered into O'Malley's. This is the name bequeathed to my husband's haven. I'm not sure why it was christened with that name, neither my husband or myself are Irish, but the walls are painted green, so I guess it seems to fit. It boasts a semi-stocked bar, a plasma tv, table and stools and a karaoke machine. There is a clock in O'Malley's but it never gets changed. It is always 8:10 at O'Malley's. Let me tell you, after a few drinks, that can really mess with your mind.

I discovered the Atomic clock on my VCR isn't. Not only did it not reset itself, it was five minutes slow. Does anyone know how to manually set one of those? ... I didn't think so.

At any rate, it is a wonder we get anywhere on time.

I Have the Answer to the Energy Crisis

2008-10-15T06:33:00.019-05:00

Yup, that's it folks. This is my ride. Well, not mine exactly. My Trailmate De Soto Classic (Yes, that's its real name) is actually blue, but it is the same model shown here. Now, there are some people who may call this an old lady bike, but let me tell you, I don't consider myself to be an old lady, and this ride is sweet.

Now, I won't lie to you. I've gotten a good deal of ribbing about my bike. Its kind of funny, no one ever questioned me when I rode my Schwinn 100th Anniversary Cruiser (sorry I don't have a picture), but start riding a trike and everyone thinks you are a tad bit eccentric (which I am, but let's keep that between you and me). But, let me tell you, when gas was over $4.00 a gallon, I was the one laughing. Not only is the ride free, the basket on the back carries a surprising amount of groceries. Not to mention that a case of beer fits in it quite nicely. So, while everyone was mumbling and grumbling about gas prices, I simply smile, jump on my bike and ride away.

Sadly, I live in Minnesota and the biking season is drawing to a close, although I do know a few die-hard bikers who will continue to ride through the sleet and the snow. God Bless you! I myself am not that hardy. However, that doesn't mean I will be jumping into a car any time soon. I will bundle up and walk to work. (I will admit that I do accept a ride home from a coworker. After all, I'm not totally crazy.) I am proud to say I only called a taxi once last Winter and those of you from Minnesota might remember we had a good old-fashioned Winter last year.

My boss gave me the greatest gift last year. They are called Yak Trax and a you can see by the picture at the left they are like snow chains that attach to your shoes. I thought it was a really kind gesture at the time, but then I realized he just wanted to make sure I got to work on time.

At any rate, They work great and I love them. I would say I can hardly wait to use them again, but I would be lying. I hate Winter, but since I continue to live in Minnesota, these have been a Godsend.

Now, I know I touted this post as an answer to the energy crisis. Believe me, I'm not trying to tell everyone to park their cars and never use them again. That would be crazy and hardly practical. After all, I still need a ride every now and then. However, I guess it would be nice for everyone to think twice before they turn the ignition switch to their car on. Perhaps, you could walk the three blocks to the store, or maybe you don't really need that candy bar after all.

I don't know, I might be crazy, but I don't think a little exercise would hurt any of us.

I Hate Shopping!

2008-10-09T05:42:00.004-05:00

I didn't always feel this way. There was a time in my life that a day spent going from store to store and trying on an endless supply of clothes sounded like pure heaven. Now, it takes everything I have to force myself into anything involving the retail trade (except work of course). Now, this doesn't mean I have learned to do without. I simply turn on my computer and buy whatever my little heart desires. I love Internet shopping. The choices are endless and I never have to leave the comfort of my home. Besides, it is kind of exciting to come home from work and find a package waiting for me.

For some reason, I found myself wondering why I have experienced this drastic change of heart concerning the shopping experience. It didn't take me long to figure out the reason. I lost the best shopping partner a shopaholic could ever have. No, I guess I didn't really lose her. I know where she is and we still shop on occasion, but it isn't the same anymore. I guess we have both grown up. What a shame.

My shopping buddy was my daughter. Now, our greatest shopping moments took place when she still lived at home. Some people may find that strange since she was a teenager and I was her mother. Everyone knows that combination generally creates some differences in opinion and perhaps a little hostility. I don't know, maybe we were the exception to the rule, or maybe I have just mentally blocked out the bad times, but whatever the case, those were the days!

I'm not sure these memorable outings will convert well to the written word, but I want to give it a shot. First, you have to understand our frame of mind. We weren't merely shopping, this was an adventure, an adventure with an agenda folks. Yes, we were out to get each other and my daughter was the master. Here are a couple of my favorites.

We were just leaving the store and I thought it would be hilarious to run ahead of my daughter, jump in the car and pretend to drive away without her. (I was a lot younger then and stood a good shot at out running her) However, my plan backfired when my daughter refused to take the bait. Perhaps she was quick witted, or maybe she didn't feel like running. But, whatever the reason, instead of chasing after me, she stopped dead in her tracks, watched me run like a lunatic in the parking lot, and hollered out to me in the most pathetic voice she could muster, "Mom, please don't leave me here again. I promise I'll be good. I just want to go home. Puhleeeeeeese!"

Get the picture?

Once, I was standing at the meat market of our neighborhood grocer. While I was deciding what cut of meat looked the tastiest, she was eyeing up the bakery display located directly behind us. Now, you have to understand, I wasn't a scrooge, typically she could have whatever she wanted (within reason), but simply asking wouldn't be nearly as much fun, or embarrassing. So, knowing her, I wasn't terribly surprised to find her cradling a loaf of bread in her arms like a baby and smelling it's aroma like she was breathing the last bit of oxygen left on the planet.

"Oh Mom." She pleaded. "Could we please buy this loaf of bread? I promise I won't ask for anything else. I'll do anything you want me to do. I'll clean my room. I'll scrub the toilet. I'll mow the lawn. I promise! It would be so nice to have fresh bread. Puhleeeeeese!"

Of course, this raised a few shopper's eyebrows. It seems not everyone shares our sense of humor. So, what was I supposed to say? "No, you can not have fresh bread. What do you think this is, Christmas? I'm not made out of money you know. Besides, you still have some stale crackers at home."

Believe me, I was tempted, but instead I simply answered. "Put the damn bread in the cart." That's right, I said damn.

Then there was the time she tackled me in K-Mart because I refused to buy her nail polish. That's right, I said tackled, as in I hit the floor laughing hysterically. Did I buy the nail polish? Of course, I intended to all along, but I wanted her to work for it.

This is but a small sampling and perhaps I'll share some more adventures at a later date, but I hope this might explain why shopping has lost its appeal. What a great time!

Oh, have I ever told you how we used to go to the funerals of people we didn't know?

I Have Empty Nest Syndrome

2008-10-04T05:37:00.003-05:00

No, my kids haven't just left for college. My kids moved out years ago. Thankfully they still reside in the same town as I do, so I never really felt that empty feeling. To be honest, I really was kind of happy to see them go (Just kidding kids) and my house has been a lot cleaner since they left.

I mentioned in a past blog that my step-mother passed away in July. Now, here it is the first of October and my father has packed his bags and moved to a different city. I don't blame him and although it was a sudden decision, I think it was a good one. He has moved into an assisted living apartment. He has even signed up at the Senior Citizen Center and is looking forward to their dances and pool tournaments. I don't have to worry about him being alone or lonely. Several of his siblings live in his new hometown and so do two of my brothers.

It's funny, it isn't as if I saw my dad every day, or even talked to him on the phone all that often. But, I always knew he was there. He would pop into my store every now and then and we had a nice chat. Now, it's a long distance phone call and a forty-five mile trip to see him. Now, that may not sound like a big deal, but have I mentioned, I don't drive. So, now I'll have to bribe one of my kids with gas money and a free meal to visit my father. This could end up being a fairly expensive proposition.

I know my brothers will watch out for him, but let's face it folks, brothers are men, and we all know how nurturing men can be. (I know this may be an unfair generalization, so don't e-mail me.) My saving grace is the fact that my Aunt Cora lives only a few blocks away and I know she will take good care of him. She is the proverbial care-giver and I thank God for her every day!

Dad is eighty-five years old and I can't help but worry. And if truth be told, he can and does drive me a little crazy sometimes, but he is my daddy and I love him. I pray we have many years together, but reality tells me this probably isn't true. And now, he has moved on, living in his very own bachelor apartment, hanging out with strangers at the Senior Citizen Center and the American Legion Club.

Bottom Line: You can only do so much. You do your best to raise your parent right, but there comes a time when you have to allow them to spread their wings and fly.

Fly straight Floyd! Be happy, you deserve it.

Another Retail Rant

2008-09-24T06:51:00.003-05:00

Anyone who works in retail or in any customer service position knows how frustrating it can be. It isn't always easy, or possible, to give the customer what they want. If you want to read some great and hilarious examples, I encourage you to check out this blog, Not Always Right/Funny and Stupid Customer Quotes. You can click on to the site from the link on my nav bar. I know you will enjoy it. I sure do.

But, now for my story... For those of you who don't know, I work in a small office product store. I love my job, and for the most part, I love working with my customers. But every now and then, people drive me a little crazy. Now, if this particular story was an isolated incident, it probably wouldn't disturb me so much. But, I can't count how many times this has happened.

Okay, here's the scenario. A customer comes in and wants to purchase an address or signature stamp. "No problem." I say. "I would be happy to order one for you."

"What?" The customer asks. "You don't have one here?"

Now, let's take a moment to think about this. Of course, I stock a stamp with every customer's address and personal signature. I keep them behind the counter, just waiting for them to come in and pick it up. What are people thinking?

Well, I try to give them the benefit of the doubt, this is not always easy, but most of these people seem like fairly intelligent individuals. Certainly, they will understand that this is a custom order.

But no, may of them are upset they can't go to a shelf and pick out their stamp. They sometimes are so disturbed by this inconvenience, they leave without placing an order.

Now, I don't know about you, but I would be more upset if I did have every one's personal information on the shelf, just waiting for someone to purchase. I know I would sleep well at night knowing that someone out there was using my address and signature for God knows what.

What about you?

Is There a Statute of Limitations on Revenge?

2008-09-16T19:40:00.004-05:00

Okay, it's a strange question, but let me assure you, I'm not considering anything really evil. You may be wondering who my intended victim is. No, it isn't my next door neighbor, although for those of you who know me, we all know the "neighbor from hell" deserves some evil.

No, my target is my dear sweet hubby. I've written a little bit about him in the past , but let me expand a bit so you folks can get a clear idea of what the man I gladly share my life with is like. This man has the strangest sense of humor I have ever encountered. My time spent with him is generally spent howling in laughter and desperately trying to keep my pants dry. For example, last weekend he insisted on being called Miles Standish. His view of history include such unknown facts (I use that word very loosely) such as, Samuel Adams invented the horse. Are you getting an idea of what I have to deal with?

This kind, gentle soul also likes nothing better than to jump out of strange places to scare the bejeepers out of me. I swear the man could be a contortionist in the circus. But, putting all of that aside, there is one particular prank that haunts me to this day.

This actually happened several years ago. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon and I indulged myself with a lovely nap on the couch. When I woke up, we visited for awhile and decided to order a pizza. The delivery man arrived and hubby told me to pay for the pizza while he poured us some beverages. Splendid! I answered the door and the pizza guy took one look at me and busted out in laughter. Now, I don't profess to be a natural beauty, but I generally don't generate this kind of reaction. I was puzzled and a tad bit insulted, but didn't say anything. I paid the man (no tip) and brought in the pizza. I told hubby what happened and he seemed as surprised as I was. He couldn't imagine why anyone would be that rude.

It wasn't until later, when I faced my bathroom mirror, that I discovered what the pizza guy's amusement was about. You see, while I innocently napped, hubby had decorated my face with cat whiskers with a Sharpie marker. Pretty funny, huh?

Well, I've decided I'm mad as hell and I won't take it anymore (not really), but revenge might be sweet.

Any ideas?

*Just a small note of interest. Hubby was Milton Bradley last weekend.

"The Amazing Presidential Race"

2008-09-09T18:33:00.003-05:00

My Friends, I am not here to endorse any political candidate. Anyone who knows me knows I am almost as politically savvy as I am technologically challenged. However, If I were forced to declare a political party, I suppose I would describe myself as a Republican. This would be in much the same manner I would describe myself as a Lutheran. Neither proclamation derives from any certain belief or ideologies. It is simply because this is how I was raised.

I am not proud to admit that I am neither a voter or a regular Church attendee. However, this doesn't mean that I don't believe. I truly appreciate our democratic system and I feel honored to live in a country where we have the right to have a voice. I'm just not sure I am knowledgeable enough to be a part of that kind of decision. Politics have never particularly interested me. That is... until this year.

This years presidential campaign has not only been the longest in my memory, it has also been the most entertaining. It has been more enjoyable and riveting than any reality television show producer could ever imagine. Why there is something for everyone... racism, feminism, agism (I'm not sure this is really a word, but I needed an ism for old age), crazy preachers, questionable real estate transactions, flag pins and the lack of flag pins, and perhaps the greatest ism of all... journalism.

Speaking of journalism, the world has lost a great journalist. Tim Russert would have love this race. Although I am sure he is watching from above with his white board in hand. Nevertheless, I miss his insight.

Who are we to believe? I'm not sure. The only thing I am sure of, at least I hope, is that each contestant in this great game show we call an election, is participating because they believe they can truly lead this great nation we are blessed to live in toward a safer, kinder and richer future. Myself, I can't believe anyone would want the job, much less fight so hard to get it.

Until that fateful day in November, I will continue to watch and listen. I will weigh the pros and cons and I will make my decision. I may or may not vote, but regardless of who wins, that will be my President and I will give him all the honor and respect that anyone who raises himself to the highest position in the world deserves.

To be honest though... I can hardly wait until election day. Who do you think will be voted off the island?

Aging & Medicine Cabinets

2008-09-03T07:17:00.008-05:00

I am soon approaching the magical age of 49. I plan to relish this next year much like a child enjoys an All Day Sucker. I've always thought that by the time a person reaches the age of 50, one should also reach a level of maturity that coincides with the monumental accomplishment of surviving for a half of a century. However, I don't feel I am anywhere near reaching that goal. I am far too childish and not nearly wise enough to lay claim to that kind of honor. Therefore, I am publicly pledging that I refuse to turn 50 until I am worthy of that status.

Now, that all sounds well and good. Although I may mentally believe that I am still a youngster at heart, the truth is...the body betrays the mind.

I was browsing the aisles of the grocery store the other day when I came across an elderly couple standing in front of the OTC medications display. They were both obviously hard of hearing or chronically angry with each other as their booming voices echoed through the store, causing numerous snickers from fellow shoppers.

The man was examining the contents of a package of pills when his wife shouted. "Those pill are for diarrhea!"

The man snorted back. "I know."

Obviously, believing he hadn't heard her shrieks the first time around, the woman repeated, this time louder. "Those pills are for diarrhea!!!!"

The man slammed the package into their cart and bellowed. "What the hell do you think loose stools are woman?"

I stifled my chuckles, pretending not to notice them and dried my eyes as I passed them. I found the entire exchange hilariously funny until I remembered that I needed to pick up some Naproxin for my aching hip and hubby's back had been bothering him lately and I was pretty sure we were out of Tylenol PM. So I retraced my footsteps back to the drug aisle and was immensely relieved that the elderly couple had moved on, apparently satisfied that their bowel issues would soon be resolved.

I stood in front of the rows of shelves that promised me immediate, if not sooner, relief from whatever ailed me and pondered which ones best suited hubby and my needs. There was certainly a lot to consider. I finally made my decision, satisfied that hubby and I would soon be sleeping soundly and playing tennis like we never have before (which we haven't).

Once home I had to put my pharmaceuticals away. I opened the medicine chest slowly and carefully, but despite my caution a barrage of bottles, boxes and tubes crashed from their precarious balanced perches on the shelves into the bathroom sink. How did this happen? It wasn't that many years ago that the only thing my medicine chest held was my toothpaste and tooth brushes. Why you were lucky to find an aspirin and a band-aid in there. Now, there was no room to spare.

I was shocked. Yet, I knew what must be done. I immediately opened the top drawer of my vanity. I reached in my hand and began to empty it of it's unused and no longer needed items. That's right. I no longer needed that old curling iron. Both of my kids were married. I can't imagine another occasion that I would take the time to curl my hair. Likewise with all of the make-up and perfume. Hubby appreciates natural beauty anyway. I threw all of that junk and rearranged my medicines.

So, if you happen to be suffering from the agony of a head-ache, tooth-ache, arthritis, bursitis, rheumatism, itchy skin, insomnia, nasal congestion, runny nose, nagging cough, flu, back pain, constipation, diahrrea, or restless leg syndrome and your local pharmacy is closed...

Stop by, We'll fix you right up.

Funerals, Family & Friends

2008-07-18T06:03:00.004-05:00

My father married Hazelmae about sixteen years ago. I must admit, I wasn't happy about it. You see, my mother had just passed away a few short months prior to their nuptials. It wasn't that I didn't like Hazelmae, I did. Although I tried my darndest not too. (Yes, I was a brat well into my thirties.) As it turned out, once again, Father knew best. Hazelmae was a wonderful addition to our family and we were blessed to have her for the past sixteen years.

Hazelmae passed away on July 7th. She died peacefully at home with my father and her son caring for her. When it comes my time to go, I pray for a similar end.

Then came the hard part, going through the entire funeral ritual. This process was made more interesting because of the dynamics of our family. Dad has five children and Hazelmae has five children. Hazelmae's passing brought the loss of my mother closer to the surface. I don't care how old you are, you always miss mom. My heart went out to my step-brothers and sisters and while I wanted to be there to offer support to both them and of course my father. I expected to maintain a very passive involvement.

Yet, I was invited to be involved in the entire process. Hazelmae's family continued to embrace my father and cared for him throughout the emotionally draining affair. Despite their great loss, they never quit caring about dad.

Now, you have to understand, we never quite melded as an extended family. Us kids were all adults, with families of our own when Dad & Hazelmae tied the knot. There weren't many grand family reunions or picnics between the step-children. Of course, our paths crossed on occasion and it was always good to see the other side of the family. But, that was the extent of it. It wasn't until we lost our dear Hazelmae that I realized what a wonderful group of people they were and are. I enjoyed their company and their sense of humor, even during this tragic time. I feel bad that I didn't take the time to know them better.

Naturally, the funeral was attended by many of our family and friends. I talked to cousins I haven't seen for years and it was good. But why does it have to take a tragedy to bring us together? We might miss a wedding or a graduation party because we are too busy, but we will move heaven and hell to go to a funeral of a loved one. Why? Because it is "the right thing to do."

So, I promise to make a better attempt to see my family and friends while they still walk on the good green earth. Sadly, I know that vow is made with good intentions, and we all know what the path to hell is paved with.

In the meantime, I want to thank everyone for their kind thoughts and prayers and for taking the time to come to pay respect to a very dear woman. I pray we can all get together soon for a happier occasion.

and to Hazelmae.....
"Hey Hey good lookin'. What's ya got cookin'?"

My life is richer for knowing you and my heart is grander for loving you.

Blah Blah Blahg Sheep

2008-06-14T05:18:00.008-05:00

I urge all of my readers (all two of you) to check out one of the newest blogs on the web. The poster is a very dear friend of mine. I have known her casually for years as a customer at the Office Product store where I work, and now I have the good fortune to work with her every day. It has been a joy to get to know her and discover her love of writing and her sometimes warped sense of humor.

Let me explain, she is the owner of a Sanford 207 Premier. Not only does this pen feature a special formulated gel ink designed to protect users from check washing, it has the cushiest cushion grip ever placed on a pen for the user's comfort. Now, I admit, I am not a fan. I prefer the Sanford PhD. However, I have a huge respect for the Premier, something that my coworker apparently doesn't share.

I understand things happen with use, and we use our pens a lot. So, I wasn't overly upset when the clip broke. Nor was I bothered too much by the chip in the chrome on the tip of the pen or the worn off logo. But let me tell you friends, when you are trying to sell office products, this pathetic pen isn't exactly the example you want to use. But, it's her pen, it's really none of my business, right?

Well, yesterday it became my business. Imagine my horror when I come back from lunch and find her Sanford 207 Premier laying on the front counter, stripped of its cushion. I can't begin to describe this disturbing sight. I could almost hear the pen crying. Yes, I'll admit I may have over-reacted, but this was an example of office product abuse of epic proportions. And then I found out, she did it purely to torture me and laugh at my reaction.

Thank goodness the cushion is back on the pen, but I'm not sure I will ever be the same again. Who could be after witnessing such a callous act of violence? My innocence is lost forever.

So please, I urge you all to visit her blog (The link is located on my nav bar) and comment on her post Creating Memories. She created memories alright, and nightmares too.

Addendum to You Look Marvelous

2008-06-13T06:31:00.006-05:00

Well, it happened again. Hubby and I were shopping in one of the Big Box Stores last weekend. No, it wasn't the Evil Empire. We were cruising the aisles, lusting for all the goodies we couldn't afford. Suddenly, we were approached by an old friend. Okay, she really wasn't an old friend. She is a taxi driver that has given us rides on occasion. At any rate, she comes up to us and says, "Wow, you guys look great!"

Hubby, being the wise guy I love and know, answers, "Well, this is probably the first time you have ever seen us sober." We all laugh as I punch hubby in the gut.

She turns to me and says, "No, seriously, you have lost so much weight." She paused a moment and almost whispers, "You haven't been sick or anything have you? You are so skinny."

I assured my good friend that I was healthy and we walked away. As you can imagine I was feeling pretty good about myself. After all, if two people have commented on my amazing weight loss, there must be something to it, right?

Of course, hubby wasted no time taking the wind out of my sails. "Well, it's probably the first time she has seen you without your winter coat."

"What?" I ask, not knowing what he was talking about.

"It's probably the first time the taxi driver has seen you without your winter coat. You know that is pretty bulky and you look a lot fatter when you wear it."

Thanks a lot. Sometimes I wish he would leave well enough alone.

Happy Birthday Kids!

2008-06-03T06:22:00.008-05:00

I graduated high school in 1977. That was also the year I was married and became a mother. Yeah, it was a big one and probably one of the scariest years of my life, although there were plenty of others. I was 17 years old and didn't have a clue. My how times change. It is now 31 years later and I am still blissfully clueless. The only difference is now I am old enough and perhaps wise enough, to realize it.

My daughter was born June 6, 1977. My son followed two years later on June 7, 1979. Sometimes I'm amazed they survived their infancy. Now, I'm not making excuses, but things were a lot different back then. Parents weren't so well informed. The only real recognized childcare expert at the time was Dr. Spock and I thought he was a Vulcan on the Starship Enterprise. Why would I listen to him? What would he know about human babies?

Car seats were just starting to be required to transport your child in your car. Before that, it wasn't unusual for a passenger to hold the squirming infant. And if by chance you were alone, you held the baby yourself while you drove. That seems safe enough to me. Well, thankfully that changed with the "Love Bucket". Does anyone remember that? It was a combination car seat and baby carrier. It was great except it was a real pain to properly attach the seat belts. You have to remember, seat belts were still a relatively new requirement in cars and most people didn't use them. They were merely a nuisance to tuck into the seat so they wouldn't be in your way. (Nope, they didn't retract in the old days, they just laid there.) So, to save time and frustration, it was much easier to simply set the Love Bucket on the car seat and take off. Of course the baby was always in the front seat, they were much safer there. As soon as the baby outgrew the Love bucket, they were pretty much on their own. Of course, then they were transferred to the backseat so they wouldn't get in the way. Besides, the backseat in those big old cars made a pretty nice fort for a kid.

Almost everyone smoked back then. It was the cool thing to do. Why no one thought anything of holding a baby while puffing down a cigarette. Yeah sure, sometimes you had to brush off a few ashes from the baby's face, but it wasn't that big of a deal. And of course, let's not forget how a nightcap for Mom could really help a nursing baby sleep. Wow, those were the days.

Fortunately, both my children survived their infancy. However, the marriage didn't. Suddenly, I found myself the single parent of two very small children. And I thought I was scared before! Thankfully, I had the best family in the world who helped with childcare, food, way too much money and emotional support.

I, on the other hand wouldn't have been the nominee for any Mother of the Year Award. I was flying by the seat of my pants and we were flying way too close to the ground. I worried too much. Sometimes I didn't give a damn too much. I made countless mistakes. I was too strict. I was too lenient. And sometimes I was too tired to care. I admit it, I was hardly a good role model. I drank and smoked too much. Hell, as the kids grew into teenagers, I let them smoke and drink too much. Boy, do I have some stories I could share with you, but I think I'll save them until the kids have more money, one might as well make the blackmail worthwhile.

Now, the kids are grown with children of their own. My heart swells with pride as I watch them raise their families with love, kindness, and the good judgement their mother didn't always possess. It seems that in spite of my shortcomings, they not only survived, they blossomed into two adults I am proud to call friends.

Although we lived through some tough times, I have never loved two people more fiercely or completely. I will never forget the memories, both the good and the bad, that we created together. Those bumpy roads helped make them, and me. what we are today and I couldn't be prouder.

Happy Birthday Kids!
Love Always,
Mom

* Please note: No children were injured during the writing of this blog, and if you are from Child Protective Services, I deny everything!

I'm Declaring Myself Certifiably Insane

2008-05-30T17:39:00.003-05:00

I realize I haven't checked in for awhile and I suppose it may be egotistical to assume that anyone even missed me, but one can only hope. However, I feel confident that I have an excuse that will meet the high standards of bloggers everywhere.

Here's the deal, I have experienced a life changing event. In fact, there is a great possibility that I may be talking about "The Change". To be honest, I would like to argue this explanation to the end of the earth, but sometimes the evidence is too strong to dispute. It is comparable to a good circumstantial criminal case. I don't have the forensics to prove it, but everything leads right up to this unfortunate conclusion.

Here is my case, I have been in a funk for months now. At first, it was easy to blame the harsh Minnesota Winter, and believe me, it was a harsh one. However, Winter is over and Spring has finally sprung, and my funk has continued. My second excuse was "work burnout". Customer service has a way of bleeding a person dry, and truth be told you couldn't wring a drop from me. I am ready to staple the next customer's mouth shut that asks me a stupid question. You wouldn't believe how many stupid questions I get asked. Right now, the above mentioned scenario could be compared to a lottery, there are a multitude of people who may be the lucky recipient of the golden staple. But, once again, that isn't a good excuse or explanation.

It all came to a boil the other night. It was a beautiful Spring day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. My husband and I were soaking up the rays in our back yard. Hubby was working in his garden and I was enjoying a good book. It was almost an Ozzie and Harriet moment. Then "IT" happened. I'm not going to go into the ugly details, but let's just say it wasn't pretty. Something inside of me snapped and I went completely crazy. For no apparent reason, I made a complete fool of myself. Every ugly thought I have ever repressed came spilling out of my mouth. The only thing that was missing was my head spinning around and the pea soup.

So, now I am almost hoping menopause is the answer. Otherwise, does anyone know the name of a good exorcist?

Help!

2008-05-16T09:40:00.003-05:00

As you may have noticed, I have made it a point not to talk about my writing career, or lack of one, depending on how you look at it. However, I am breaking my self-imposed rule today. You see, today I will be promoting my book, Stolen Memories at a book signing at the Barnes & Noble store in La Crosse, WI. (I will be there from 4:00 - 7:00 pm, just in case you are in the area.)

This is very exciting, and I am thrilled to be offered this opportunity. To keep my ever growing nerves at bay, I have tried to convince myself that it isn't a big deal. However, as I writer I am thrilled. This is part of the process that an aspiring author dreams of. Unfortunately, as a writer, I am filled with self-doubts. If you write, you know the feeling. I have spent the morning, reviewing the book. There are moments I find myself amazed that I wrote those words. It sounds pretty darn good. Yet, the editor in me sees all of the faults and the lost opportunity to change the words already printed.

Now, me and my little story will be the center of attention. I'm not sure what I am more frightened of, the possibility that no-one will show up, or the more terrifying possibility that people will. There are so many talented writers, who deserve this kind of recognition that never experience the thrill of holding their book in their hands. Yet, perhaps by the luck of the draw, here I sit. I feel like a fraud.

On the upside, there are bound to be some funny stories to come out of this.

Stay tuned...

You Look Marvelous Darling!

2008-05-09T04:43:00.004-05:00

So, a lady walks into my store the other day. No, she didn't have a parrot on her shoulder, but this does sound like the beginning of a bad joke doesn't it? Anyway, she picked out her products and came to the counter to pay.

Here's where the fun starts. She is a regular customer, so we usually engage in some idle chit-chat. But, out of the blue...

She says, "How did you do it woman?"

Me: (clueless) "Do what?"

Her: "Lose all the weight."

Me: My mouth drops. I don't know what to say. Seriously, I haven't been on a diet, although I probably should be and I don't think I've lost any weight. At least not enough to warrant this kind of enthusiasm. None the less, I'm strangely flattered and insulted at the same time. So, being the quick on my feet wit that I am, I answer...

"Uh, I walk a lot." (Duh, I don't drive.)

She looks at me like I am holding back the secret location of the Fountain of Youth.
"Seriously, how did you do it? You look great."

Me: "Well thank you." Now, I am beginning to feel like a guru of sorts. I must share some weight loss secret with this poor woman who is seeking wisdom.

"I started bringing my lunch to work rather than eating out every day. Not only have I saved a lot of money, but I've managed to drop a few pounds too."

She grabs a second piece of the free candy we offer at the counter and stuffs it in her mouth.

"Well, whatever it is, keep up the good work. I sure wish I could lose some weight, but no matter how hard I try, I can't." She says while fishing for her third mint.

Mmm.

He is Home

2008-04-28T19:11:00.006-05:00

Well, for those of you who have been worried, you can rest easy. Hubby made it home from NYC yesterday. He had a great time, but is of course tired. And as far as I know, NYC isn't any worse for the wear.

He is much braver than I would ever be. He cruised the subways and strolled Times Square alone. I would have probably spent my time locked inside my hotel room, waiting for the muggers to knock on my door.

He went to the Empire State Building and while there, decided he was not a Mariah Carey fan. He even phoned me to let me know I wasn't either. I never have been, so I accepted this announcement without too much question. You may be wondering what Mariah Carey has to do with The Empire State Building. Well, let's just say it has something to do with the special privileges offered to celebrities at the common man's expense and leave it at that.

The picture above is Strawberry Fields which I am sure most of you know is a memorial to John Lennon. Hubby called me from there and was obviously very moved by the experience. What a tragic waste of a brilliant man. I spent the rest of the afternoon with the lyrics of "Imagine" playing through my mind. Perhaps we would all be better off if we listened more deeply to those prolific words.

Imagine...

A Sign of the Times

2008-04-23T07:24:00.014-05:00

My hubby took this picture at Walmart, sometimes referred to as the "Evil Empire", by those of us that work in small locally owned retail stores.

Now, my store employs a total of six people, not including the two owners, who have been known to work on occasion. But in general that workforce includes two sales reps who travel to outlying communities to peddle our wares, our delivery boy, who is 85 years old, two part-time sales clerks, one is also our bookkeeper, and me. I am the only full-time sales clerk.

Now, you can imagine, if one of us decide to take a day off, or God forbid, gets sick, it hurts. I remember one time when two of us were gone on the same day. That is literally 1/3 of our entire workforce (not including the owners, who as I have mentioned, do work sometimes). What did we do? Well, I can tell you what we didn't do. We didn't put a sign up in the ink cartridge or the copy paper section saying that section was closed due to lack of staff. Instead, we rolled up our sleeves and got through the day, giving our customers the best possible service we could.

That is one of the many reasons this picture disturbs me. First, is it possible that there were so few employees on duty that day that there was no one available to cover in the deli? That may explain why the store has two hundred check-out lanes and there are never more than two open at any given time. Or was it a matter of lack of training? I imagine there is a lot to learn to properly serve chicken wings and potato salad. I'm certain some intense training sessions are required before working in that area. There might even be a test to pass. I just hope the participants receive a certificate of some kind to hang on their ego wall. Obviously, someone from housewares wouldn't be properly qualified to work in the deli. They generally don't know much about housewares, how could they possibly scoop salad? What utensil would they use, a knife?

Second, did you notice the sign? The handwriting was legible and all of the words seem to be spelled properly. Okay, that isn't disturbing, it is just disappointing. It would have been much more fun if it was a mess.

Third, and perhaps most troubling, what in the world are they doing with all of that food? Are they just going to leave it there overnight? Will the staff, if they show up, change it in the morning? I don't know about you, but I'm a tad bit particular about the handling of my poultry and salads.

I'm not picking on Walmart, well perhaps just a little, but I'm afraid this is just a sign of what this world is coming to. We have become so specialized that we are no longer able to adequately care for the consumer in general. Take medicine for example, just try to ask a neurosurgeon to take a look at that nasty corn on your foot and see what kind of reaction you get.

It's really sad, don't you think?

*addendum: If the owners of the store are reading this, I was just kidding. You guys are the hardest workers I know.

He's Leaving on a Jet Plane

2008-04-21T05:28:00.001-05:00

My husband has been going to New York City for about a month now. He is going on business and the departure date has been set in jello. We were really beginning to wonder if he was really going at all. In the meantime, two suitcases have been patiently waiting to be packed. Unfortunately, they are sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor. Understandably, hubby is very excited about the prospect of visiting "The Big Apple" and I have heard little of anything else. Frankly, I'm getting sick of it, but please don't tell him that. I just want him to get on the plane already.

Thank God, the plane tickets are finally purchased and his departure date is scheduled for this Wednesday. Of course, I am very excited for him and I truly hope he has a wonderful time. But, now that the time is near, I find myself getting a terrible case of "the nervous."

Now, for those of you who know my husband, I am sure you can appreciate my trepidation. Don't get me wrong. Hubby is a wonderful person and I love him to pieces. But... and this is a big but.... this man can get into trouble in his own back yard. Seriously, I am not kidding. Now, he plans on roaming the streets of NYC all alone.

He has a great sense of humor and I can only hope he was kidding when he shared his traveling itinerary with me. We have already purchased tickets for a comedy club on Friday night and the Empire State Building on Saturday. These seem to be harmless plans, but trust me, if anything can go wrong, they will. I can only hope his plan to play some b-ball with his "homeys" in Harlem, and visiting a homeless shelter are jokes. Unfortunately, it is hard to know for sure.

If you are awake Saturday morning, turn your television onto the Today Show. He is planning on being at Rockefeller Center. You'll recognize him immediately. He will be the goofy looking guy, waving and smiling like some kind of lunatic. I will be so proud of him. But at least I will know he's okay. Given the choice, I would much rather have him at the news, instead of being the news.

In other words, consider this a warning. If there is a "Breaking News Alert" dealing with NYC, chances are hubby will be in the middle of it.

I better buy another bottle of rum. I think I'm going to need it.

Office Product Glossary of Terms

2008-04-17T06:53:00.002-05:00

I know I have mentioned before that I am employed at an office product store. It has been my experience that providing good customer service to our customers requires some detective work. This usually comes from the misuse of product names. Therefore, I thought it might be helpful to provide the following tongue-in-cheek glossary of office product terms.

1) Ink cartridge = an ink cartridge is a small container filled with liquid ink primarily used in ink jet printers.

An ink cartridge is not :

1.) An ink cartilage, cartilage is generally a term used in anatomy. It really doesn't have a place in office products. If you have ink in your cartilage I highly recommend seeing your physician immediately, or at the very least a good IT support person.

2.) A ribbon. A ribbon is made of fabric (usually nylon) and is used in typewriters, calculators, cash registers and similar printing machines. It is usually on two spools, or sometimes a cartridge (Please note: regardless of the cartridge, it is still a ribbon, even though the ribbon is covered with ink.)

3.) A pen refill. This can be confusing, because by definition a pen refill could be described as a cartridge of sorts. However, save yourself some hassle and refer to it as a pen refill. While we are on this subject I would like to mention a little sage advice. WARNING: Do not use liquid fountain pen ink to refill your ink cartridge. (I've seen it done folks, and it ain't pretty!)

4.) Toner. Toner does come in a cartridge, but it is not filled with liquid ink. Toner is typically used in laser printers and copiers. It looks like powder and generally comes in much larger cartridges.

2) Ribbon = Please refer to #2 above for the definition.

A ribbon is not:

1.) Fax film. Fax film is usually on two rolls, and just to keep you confused, it is sometimes installed onto a cartridge. However, it is not ink. It looks a lot like carbon paper and it is used in plain paper thermal fax machines. Thermal heat, generates the printing.

2.) Add roll. If you run out of paper for your printing calculator (Note: I said calculator, not adding machines), you need an add roll, not a ribbon.

3) Add roll = Paper that is rolled onto a core that is used in a variety of printing machines, i.e.. calculators, cash registers and credit card machines. It comes in a variety of sizes and types including, but not limited to, two-ply and thermal.

An add roll is not:

1.) A ribbon. (Again refer to above)

2.) Tape

4.) Tape = There are many varieties of tape, many made by the 3M Company.

* Scotch tape. (available in many varieties including, but not limited to: magic tape, transparent tape, double-sided tape, poster tape etc.

* Every man's dream tool, duct (not duck) tape. This tape is available in a wide variety of colors and also clear. Pretty cool huh?

* Electrical tape: Usually used for electrical repair, but sometimes used as a substitution for duct tape. This is unfortunate because electrical tape is black and ugly.

* As you can see by the examples given above. Tape is generally sticky and should never be used as an add roll.

5.) Here is one of my favorites:

File folders = A variety of items generally used for organization in a file cabinet or some other filing system. Please note: all items are available in two standard sizes, letter and legal.

* Letter = Will accommodate an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper. Keep in mind a legal document may be printed on a letter size sheet of paper, but that doesn't make it legal size.

* Legal = Will accommodate an 8 1/2 x 14 sheet of paper. Please note: Just because something is printed on a legal size paper, doesn't make it a legal document.

* Manila (not vanilla) file folder: These are also available in a variety of cuts. (that just describes the size of the tabs. I would just as soon not go into that now.)

* And just to confuse you, the above mentioned folders are also available in a wide variety of colors. That would mean they are no longer manila, are they?

* Hanging folders: These folders have little plastic hooks on the side which allow you to hang them from the sides of your file cabinet. They are usually a drab green, but for a price are also available in a wide variety of colors. (Sometimes manila folders are put inside, sometimes not.)

* Expanding folders: This should be fairly self-explanatory. These folders expand so you can put more paper in them. Sometimes they are accordion style. (No, they don't play music. Although I worked with a gal who did a wonderful rendition of the "Beer Barrel Polka" using an accordion file as a prop.)

* Okay, I could go on and on, but hopefully you get the idea. A file folder is usually used for filing.

A file folder is not:

1.) An envelope. An envelope is used by the postal service to deliver mail from one destination to another.

* An envelope might be manila (really Kraft), but it is still an envelope.

* You may actually use envelopes in your filing system, but this doesn't change the fact that they are still an envelope.

2.) A pocket folder. Okay, you might have me there since there are pocket file folders, but once again, there are also the old-fashioned school pocket folders, which could be defined as a report cover.

Are you confused yet? So am I. Let's make a deal and forget this whole thing. Just come into the store and tell me what you want. Maybe bring a sample or at least a picture and we'll figure it out...

Are you warm & fuzzy, or just lazy?

2008-04-12T04:43:00.001-05:00

I'm almost afraid to say it, but despite the cold and dreary weather we are still experiencing here in Minnesota, I think Spring may finally come. It has been a long, cold and snowy Winter and I am sure everyone is as excited as I am to get rid of the sweaters, coats and mittens. It is definitely time to break out the warm weather wardrobe.

Well, except for one small thing, or rather two fairly long things....

My legs.

Now, keep in mind, I'm not lazy and I certainly believe in a healthy personal hygiene regimen. But there is something about Winter that brings out the primal beast in me. Since I walk to work every day I can use every thermal layer I can find. And besides, no one except my hubby is going to see my bare legs anyway. So, I let myself get a little fuzzy.

I spent the afternoon putting my sweaters and sweat shirts away and bringing out the short sleeves and shorts. One more task completed. Now, all that's left to do, is break out the Lady Schick.

I love Spring and so does my hubby!!

Why I Hate Chinese Take-out Food

2008-04-04T05:38:00.000-05:00

I love Chinese Food. I absolutely hate Chinese takeout!

Why you might ask? Well, let me tell you. We have the greatest Chinese restaurant here in Winona. I probably shouldn't mention its name, so I won't insert the words "The Great Hunan" here. Anyway, here's the deal, they are great people, have the best food imaginable and superb service. So what's the problem?

When you eat at the restaurant, a lovely waitress takes your order and a few minutes later a steaming plate of aromatic wonder is placed before you. Lately, I have been partial to the beef broccoli. I used to always get the shrimp, but after the allergic reaction....well, that might be better left to another blog post. At any rate, you can enjoy your meal and leave when you are done.

Hence comes the problem with takeout. First, there isn't a lovely waitress. Second, I'm sitting at home watching television while I'm waiting for the food to arrive. Okay, that isn't really a problem, I enjoy watching television. Third, (or is it really still second) the food arrives in a perfectly packaged brown paper bag. How do they do that anyway? They must be great at jigsaw puzzles. And I absolutely adore the food containers. Okay, it sounds great, doesn't it?

Wrong!

Here is where the trouble starts. As soon as you open those cute cartons, rice spills and sauce drips all over. I eat until I can't move, much less properly clean up the kitchen. Now, I can't just get up, leave a hefty tip and walk away. I have to deal with the mess, and believe me, if you've ever eaten takeout Chinese with me and my husband, you know there is a mess. And I have to deal with it!

In a nutshell, I hate takeout cleanup!

It was the best of lasagna, It was the worst of lasagna

2008-03-16T04:40:00.000-05:00

Let me start by saying my husband is a great cook. As a matter of fact he just served me a bacon sandwich with mayo and Parmesan cheese. I must admit, the Parmesan threw me off a bit. Especially since I'm not now, nor ever been a fan of the stuff. So, I was more than a little hesitant to give it a try. But not wanting to insult the chef, I took a nibble. Surprise, it was delicious!

Getting back to the lasagna. I came home from work last Friday to our humble abode and was immediately embraced by the most tantalizing aroma imaginable. My mouth watered and my stomach rumbled in response. I must admit, I felt like one of Pavlov's dogs, but I really didn't care. Suddenly, I was hungry.

It was pure torture waiting for the lasagna to bake, but let me tell you, it was well worth the wait. Hubby had really outdid himself this time. This was the best lasagna I have ever tasted. We ate until we couldn't eat any more, but even then I was already looking forward to the leftovers. Everyone knows there are certain foods that are even better the next day and lasagna is definitely one of them.

Fast forward to the next day. Hubby put the lasagna in the oven. It still smelled good, darn good as a matter of fact. He plated up the feast and we dug in with gusto, knowing we were about to be treated to a delectable treasure trove of deliciousness. NOT! It was the worst lasagna I have ever tasted. Not wanting to hurt hubby's feelings, I shoveled the stuff into my mouth and forced myself to chew. Each bite dropped to my stomach like a stone. I was prepared to clean my plate. After all, I am a good wife. However, one look at hubby's face told me I wasn't alone in my opinion. I dropped my fork in relief. Thankfully, the charade was over.

Now, we have no explanation for this mystery. Obviously, a powerful force beyond our comprehension was involved. But what kind of evil genius would sneak into our home in the middle of the night with the intent to destroy a pan of leftover lasagna? What was their motive? .And were they even human? Who knows what evil lurks behind the doors of your refrigerator and oven? I doubt we will ever know.

So please, take heed this warning. Lasagna, like love, isn't always better the second time around.

J. A. Anderson

Old People With Cats

2008-03-04T06:23:00.000-06:00

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I frequently describe my husband and myself as old people with cats. So, I would like to introduce you to our cats. Shadow is on the left. Shadow is a pretty unique name for a black cat, don't you think? Isabelle, Izzy for short, is on the right. Shadow has been in our family for about ten years and Izzy just joined our tribe last summer. Ironically, she is almost a carbon copy of Shadow's sister whom we lost about two years ago.

Now I know some dog lovers would argue that cats don't really count as a real pet (although they are certainly much more credible than a gold fish) and there was a time when I would agree with that assessment. But, that was before I really accepted them into my life. Now, it is true, cat owners don't usually take their cat for a walk. Although I have known a few that do. But it is also true I don't HAVE to take my cat for a walk. Of course there is the small matter of the litter box to consider.

You can teach a dog a lot of neat tricks. Generally speaking, you can't teach a cat much of anything. Although I did have a cat once that played dead. Seriously, if you pointed your finger at her and said bang, she would fall over. But I would have to say she was an exception to the rule. However, my cats will come when I call them. Well, when they want to, and if they aren't doing something better, like taking a nap on the washing machine.

So, I will relent that dogs are pretty cool. But there are definite advantages to choosing a cat as a pet. Cats don't drool on you and they generally don't beg at the dinner table, unless you are having tuna salad. And cats really are smarter than most people give them credit for. My husband says Shadow comes out to the living room every day right before I come home from work. She is always waiting there to meet and greet me.

I've heard cats described as being aloof. Well, whoever believes that haven't met my cats. Izzy loves people and will visit with anyone. Shadow tends to be more shy. She doesn't appreciate company and generally makes herself scarce when company drops in. But she has become more affectionate lately. For instance, she has spent the majority of today hanging out on the couch with my husband and myself. It has been kind of nice. There is something soothing about petting a cat and hearing her purr with appreciation.

There really isn't a point to this post. I don't want to spark another debate between dog and cat lovers. I just wanted you to meet two special members of my family.

So, there you are.

Sincerely,
An old lady with cats

Cleaning

2008-02-28T06:41:00.001-06:00

Now, I want to start out by saying that my husband and I are not pigs. We pick up after ourselves and generally speaking, I'm not terribly embarrassed when an unexpected visitor drops by. On the other hand, I am a tad bit anal by nature and there is a part of me that cringes whenever I see a speck of dirt or dried up toothpaste on the sink. Not that I do anything about it, but I cringe, sometimes violently.

So, on occasion I go a little crazy and embark on a cleaning spree. This usually begins by purchasing a million dollars worth of cleaning supplies. This is evident by the dozens of unopened bottles of cleansers quietly residing under my kitchen sink.

My general plan of action is to begin in the kitchen. I wipe down the appliances. Of course just the outside. Who really cares what might be lurking and growing behind those closed doors? And since I want to utilize my time wisely, I decide to throw in a load of laundry. That takes me to the bedroom where I notice some cobwebs sneaking their way down the corner. Well, that has to be taken care of immediately. The cobwebs lead to the dusty television and dressers, and before you know it, the kitchen is forgotten and the dirty clothes are lying in a heap in front of the washer. But, the bedroom is almost completed except I really should vacuum.

So, I pull out the vacuum, (which is kept in a closet in my office) and I notice that my desk is in total disarray and I remember a couple of bills that need to be paid. I pull out my checkbook and pay the bills, which leads to sorting through all the junk mail, which fills my wastebasket. Well, now I have to take out the trash.

Since I am an obvious wiz at multi-tasking. I am not going to waste time by just carrying out one wastebasket full of trash. I will empty every receptacle in the house, which takes me into the bathroom. My goodness, the sink is almost as disgusting as the toilet and the Reader's Digest from May of 2004 should really be removed. This can not wait! It must be done now!

Meanwhile, my wise husband who has chosen to remove himself from this chaos has chosen this moment to return home. Now, this really isn't a problem. After all, it is his home, and he has a right to be here. Unfortunately, he isn't alone. He happened to run into an old friend he invited home.

By this time, every room in the house has been torn apart and there is a trail of dust rags and cleansers (not to mention the vacuum that was abandoned in the hallway) that Hansel and Gretel could follow blindfolded. Nothing has been completed and the house looks worse than when I started.

Now, I'm embarrassed.

A Mini-rant about Mega-marts

2008-02-23T05:08:00.000-06:00

Most of you know I work at a family owned office product store. We are a true mom & pop operation. We still write out invoices by hand. There aren't any scanners at the checkout. As a matter of fact, we only have one cash register and we still count back your change. We greet each of our customers and actually know most of their names. Customers are encouraged to try out a pen before buying one and we even offer paper by the sheet.

Sounds quaint, doesn't it? Well, it is. But, don't kid yourself. We offer many of the same products as the big box stores do. And if we don't have an item in stock, chances are we can order it for you, and in most cases have it the next day. All in all, it is a great place and our customers love us.

So why rant? Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against the big box stores. I love Target myself. I appreciate a good sale and we all need to watch our pennies these days. So, I understand why a customer might choose to purchase their copy paper from another store. What I don't understand is why those costumers feel the need to tell me about it. Seriously, if you are buying a box of file folders from me at $8.29, I don't need to hear that you can get them at Walmart for $1.50. What do you expect me to do, lower my price?

Seriously, I don't put a gun to any one's head and force them to buy from us. Obviously, they made the decision themselves when they walked into the door. So, if you want to buy from me, thank you, I appreciate your business. But, I understand if you need to save some money. I just don't need to hear about it.

However, what I find most ironic is the same customers who complain about our prices and choose to drive thirty miles to save $1.00, are the first ones to lament about how sad it is no-one supports local businesses.

Thank goodness we have a great customer base, people who shop at our store because they truly appreciate the personal service they receive. They enjoy the laid back atmosphere and the "try it before you buy it" policy. I consider many of my customers friends. I know their families, they share pictures and stories about their lives. We laugh together and sadly, sometimes cry. When was the last time you brought your favorite clerk at Walmart a plate of freshly bakes cookies? We had oatmeal raisin just last week. They were delicious. Thank you Winnie!

They understand we can't compete with the chain stores that purchase products in huge volumes. Yet, they still buy from us. Now, I'm willing to bet those same people aren't strangers to the aisles of Office Depot or Staples, and that is fine. They just don't rub my face in it.

And for that, thank you!

Regards,
J. A. Anderson

Valentine's Day

2008-02-18T06:26:00.000-06:00

I'm not a big fan of Valentine's Day. I think it puts way too much pressure on people (especially men) to be romantic and spend a lot of money. Now, I may feel this way because I don't really care about flowers (the cats destroy them) and chocolate isn't a favorite of mine. Therefore, my hubby knows better than to bring home flowers, heart boxes of chocolate and diamonds. I wouldn't be pleased.

Now, I'm not knocking it for the hundreds of thousands of people who seem to really enjoy the day. But, for myself I truly appreciate a spouse who tells me how much he loves me every day, and buys me a beautiful watch because it is Thursday. Just this weekend he told me I was the best friend he had in the entire world. Now, that might not sound real romantic to a lot of women, but it was music to my ears.

I didn't totally ignore the holiday. I sent out valentine cards to my grandchildren and my parents, but I didn't buy one for my husband. He knows how much I love him and I don't need a special day set aside to prove it to him.

But, to those of you who choose to celebrate, I hope you had a great day!

Minnesota

2008-02-14T06:55:00.000-06:00

(originally posted jan 30, 2008)

WHY I HATE MINNESOTA

It was -34 degrees wind chill this morning as I headed out of my cozy house to embark on the one mile walk to work. Now, some people may call me crazy, and several people did throughout the course of the day. There is a part of me (the frostbitten part) that would tend to agree. After all, I really didn't have to walk. Calling a cab was a viable option. But, why spend $5.00 if you don't have to? I debated the issue with myself for several minutes before deciding, "what the heck, I can do it."

I made it three blocks when I realized my delicious lunch was still tucked away in my refigerator. Well, let me tell you, turning around was not an option. Still, this wasn't a major problem. I had purposely left home early so I could stop at the grocery store to pick up a few needed supplies. Cat food was a major priority. Believe me, my cats do not appreciate empty dishes. At any rate, $117.00 later (including a $3.00 sandwich), I was merrily making my way across the street to my place of business.

I was almost there. The building was in my vision. I was brave enough, or stupid enough, to challenge the elements and win. Sure, my thighs were burning and I had lost all feeling in my fingers and toes, but none of that mattered. I had almost completed my mission. I had survived!

Then it happened. I was halfway across the street, carrying my bags of groceries, when all four handles broke simultaneously. It must have been a horrific sight! Cars stopped as I gathered my groceries from the disgusting sludge left behind by the snow plows.

Those of you who know me, know that it is a rare day that I want a picture of myself, but I almost wish I could have had that moment recorded. I'm pretty sure I would have had a shot at the top prize on America's Funniest Videos. Of course the audio would have to be edited.

Yes, I can laugh about it. But, I HATE IT!

WHY I LOVE MINNESOTA

Nearly everyone I love, lives here.

Regards,
J. A. Anderson

Saying Good-bye

2008-02-14T06:43:00.000-06:00

(originally posted Jan 9, 2008

This has been a tough week. We said good-bye to a very dear friend and a remarkable man.

When I met my husband, I was fortunate enough to recieve a two-for-one package. You see, if you got Chuck, you got Rich. It was the best deal of my life. Not only did I marry the love of my life, I was lucky enough to know Rich well enough to call him friend.

We have shared our lives through many laughs, and unfortunately too many tears. But given the choice, I would never refuse the ride.

We owe so much to Rich and his beautiful wife Ardel. There aren't words in the English language that can adequately express our gratitude. But, I would have to say the greatest gift they so generously offered us, was the simple inspiration to live a good and honest life and always strive to be the best you can possibly be. We, haven't quite made it, but I like to think of ourselves as a work in progress. They taught us by example, how to love and love well.

Unfortunately for the world and everyone that knew him, Rich has left us after a valiant fight. We will miss him, but we will never forget him.

Good-bye Dork. We love you

2008

2008-02-14T06:20:00.000-06:00

(originally posted Jan 5, 2008)

Well, it is hard to believe that it is 2008. I remember when I was a young child (yes, I was young once), the year 2000 seemed to be in the distant future. My imagination pictured us living like the Jetson's. Cars would be obsolete and we would be traveling with jet packs and moving sidewalks. While we're not quite there, things sure have changed.

Back in the day, I remember getting our first color television. Now, that was an exciting day. I finally got to see Batman in living color. That Robin was sure cute. I was the first kid on the block with my very own princess phone in my bedroom. And I vividly remember when my brother Gary was the first in the family to own a new gadget known as the microwave. Yes indeed, it was cause for a real celebration. The entire family gathered at his house to watch water boil and butter melt. Now, that was entertainment.

Yes, things were much differrent then. VCRs were toys for the wealthy. But, for a price, us simple folks could rent one for a night or two. Let me tell you, not only was that a rare treat, you wanted to make sure you brought someone with muscles with you when you picked up the machine. They were huge and darn heavy. Of course, choosing a movie was much simpler then since they only had a limited amount of titles to choose from.

Video games were cutting edge. My brother Rich was lucky enough to have the best video game ever invented. Yes, you guessed it, I'm talking about PONG. Let me tell you, that was a ton of fun. I'm serious!

Yes, things have changed. IBM dropped the typewriter and entered the computer age. Of course a computer filled an entire room back then. And a hand held calcultor cost you hundreds of dollars. Today, I'm writing this blog on a computer that is warming my lap and I have another one sitting on my desk in my office. Yes, things they are a changing.

Despite all of the technological advances and the modern conveniences that are designed to make our lives easier, I can't help but wonder if we weren't better off before. Perhaps I've finally reached the point in my life where I long for the good old days.

And sometimes I do.

Regards,
J. A. Anderson

Haven't been here in awhile

2008-02-12T06:23:00.000-06:00

I haven't posted here for awhile. I doubt very much if anyone has missed me. But, on the chance you have been checking this blog post and were disappointed, I have also placed a link to this blog on my website. Please feel free to visit me at http://www.jaandersonhouse.com/

Since I don't have the need for two blogs, I have deleted the one I had on my website. This will be the place to be from now on. However, there were a couple of posts that I couldn't bear to delete into oblivion. Therefore, I will be copying them onto this site.

Please bear with me. I will be back to my normal nonsence soon.

Regards,
J. A. Anderson

The news is breaking!

2007-07-21T05:31:00.000-05:00

Well, Kim has the book. Her reaction was everything that I had hoped for. But, now it all seems more real. Please, somebody pinch me! I don't know if my son Roth knows yet, but I can't imagine Kim keeping a secret for too long.

My neighbor Sue, has ordered the book. Can you believe it? I've made a sale! I will be a nervous wreck while she reads it, but I know she will be kind.

My grandson, Spencer sent me an e-mail saying he was proud of me. That is the best review I will ever receive.

The hard part is just beginning. I have to crack out of this shell and learn to promote myself. After all, I wrote a book. That in itself is something to be proud of isn't it?

Give me strength.

2007-07-09T04:14:00.000-05:00

Well, it is finally happening. Stolen Memories is published. It is currently available on my storefront, but should be at Amazon and B&N in a few weeks. This is exciting to be sure, but also a little frightening. I have great faith in the book, but I also know that not everyone will like it. I feel very exposed.

Thankfully, my husband Charles doesn't seem to suffer from the same stage fright that has seemed to suddenly grip me. He will be a huge help.

I'm anxiously waiting for my final proof copy. Hopefully all of the bugs will be ironed out and it will be ready for approval. I can hardly wait to invite my daughter Kimberly over for the big "unveiling." She will be so surprised. And I hope, proud.