Sunday, March 30, 2008

Getting ready . . .

(Warning- longer post than usual. But you MUST read all of it!!)

Tuesday, April 1st, I'm flying with Elizabeth and little Caroline to Washington, D.C. The last time I was there I was thirteen and I wore mostly dresses wherever I went. I'm packing no dresses this time.

The hardest part of any trip, in my opinion, is what to pack. I almost always err on the side of 'too much'. I want to be ready for anything - and any kind of weather. It can get ridiculous.
This week, though, Elizabeth, I'm going to try and err on the side of 'too little', okay? I figure, you have a washer and dryer if I need it. And, of course, we can always go SHOPPING!!

Packing is so different for men and women. As are lots of other things.
That reminds me of something I was sent -via email-recently by an old friend. I thought about putting it on my "What, Are You Kidding Me?" blog, but I think I'll just copy and paste it here. Will, Laura and Bailey (I think) have heard it. But, of course, they would want to 'hear' it again. (Though Will called it (correctly) sexist.)
Here it is:
Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. 
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Random thoughts . . .

Sam and I have been watching some of the March Madness madness. I'm concerned that some of those guys on those teams have Marfan Syndrome. You can do a google search to find out what that means, but in short, it shows itself in extreme tallness, long hands, and heart problems. Some of those fellows look like Marfan Syndrome poster boys. Am I the only one that thinks this?

Different topic: Tips. Don't - I repeat, DON'T - leave a Gospel tract as your tip. I'm a believer in the Gospel, but I find that offensive. 'Course, I know the tract-leaver has the best of intentions. But it just leaves a sour note in the mind of the waiter - or in my case, the piano player.

Different topic: Food. I've decided that my favorite food now is the Mexican taco plate at Ted's Escondido Restaurant in Edmond, Oklahoma Oh my. (And I am usually an enchilada person.)

Different topic: Shoes. I may never buy another brand other than Clark's. They're pricier than Wal-mart shoes, but they're so worth it.
I so enjoy a good pair of shoes.

Friday, March 28, 2008

You gotta stay in the groove . . .

I've been thinking about rhythm lately. I was playing in the tea room the other day and was struck by how it really is everything. I mean, I can hit a wrong note and it doesn't cause a listener to grimace too much. But if I get off rhythm, well, it affects the whole tune.
Rhythm, of course, affects dancing. And running. And traffic. And breathing. And your heart beating. And the rotation of the earth.
You see? Rhythm is everything.
You gotta stay in the groove.
Or you get really messed up.

I wanted to share that.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Robert Allen Zimmerman . . .

is the real name of Bob Dylan. I've been thinking about him (see last post). . . and how he has a cult-like following. Does anybody else think this is weird? I mean, have you seen him, or heard him? What is his appeal? His lack of appeal?

Really, fame, and how some people have it and some don't - well, is very interesting to me. It's kind of a 'tipping point' kind of thing, I think. Someone somewhere declares that so and so is talented and then we all bow down and worship him/her. It's kind of like the emperor with no clothes.

I guess what I'm saying here is that some folks who have been praised and lauded and given the big bucks for their 'talent' have well, in my opinion, very little.
Personally I think Amy Grant would fit in that category. And there's Madonna. And I was always intrigued with off-key Johnny Cash's popularity. And Bob Dylan? Am I missing something?

Maybe I'm just jealous.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Bob Dylan . . .

Sam and I are watching this old movie (1973) that has Bob Dylan playing a major role - plus singing the songs. The movie is PAT GARRETT AND BILLY THE KID on the Encore Western channel. Actually the movie is slow and not too great, but it's interesting seeing Dylan in it.

Here's a quote for you. Yes, YOU.

Yesterday I dedicated a quote to Bailey. Today I'm dedicating a quote to EVERYONE who reads this post - and even to those who don't, or won't, or can't, or whatever. EVERYONE needs this quote:
"...We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?"' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. You were born to make manifest the Glory of God that is within us...." — Nelson Mandela

Isn't that great?

Also what's great is Rob's latest post (March 21) on his blog (listed at right). It's kind of long (compared to my posts), but so worth it. I RECOMMEND IT TO EVERYONE.

Oh, and the new joke on my 'What, Are You Kidding me?" blog (listed at right) is from my nephew-in-law's blog. I think it is REALLY funny. While you're there - on that blog- please take my poll - if you haven't already.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Bailey, here's a quote for you . . .

"Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way."
—E. L. Doctorow

I really like that quote.
For those of you that don't know, Bailey hopes to write a novel some day. If anyone can write a great novel it's Bailey. She's a wonderful writer. I'm sure that is partly because she is such an avid reader. And, of course, she's brilliant.

Bailey, I think you should start on that novel soon, if not before.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter morning

As I usually do every morning I checked Google News to see what they considered the major headlines for the morning. Here's what the top one was (I'm copying and pasting now):
Easter every day: New Christians understand holiday's message

Isn't that great?

Oh, here's a headline from TIME magazine's site: Pope to Baptize Prominent Muslim.

Maybe later I'll READ the articles.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Saturday morning . . .

. . . house is quiet. This hot coffee tastes so good. I think it will be another beautiful day. Tomorrow's Easter so, of course, it might rain. I think last Easter it was COLD.

But I love Easter. The name isn't as pretty as "Christmas", but the holiday is, of course, SUPREMELY WONDERFUL. They need to name it something better- like 'Holy Day' -- or, like, 'Holiday'. !! And we get to start wearing our white shoes. Hmm. I don't think I have any white shoes anymore. Funny how times change. Speaking of that, Laura (who is home for Easter!) and I were shopping for shoes yesterday afternoon. I was noticing how everybody - except the older ladies- were trying on shoes without wearing hose, or those little footie-things. That's cuz nobody -except the older ladies- wears hose these days. I was wondering what kind of foot allergies were being spread around. Hmm. Ugh.

I'll change the subject.

At Bear Valley Church you don't see the typical Easter parade outfits. That is refreshing. Well, kind of. I used to like dressing up for Easter. And when I was little it was the WHOLE outfit--- new dress, new shoes, new purse, new hat, new gloves. Times have so changed. I still haven't decided what I'll wear to church tomorrow.

But I love Easter. The resurrection of Christ is the most incredible event in history. . . and last night I was reading long quotes about the certainty of that resurrection - and how it defines everything. Really, everything.

Here are 2 short, but I think great, quotes I found last night - one by the dear Pope John Paul II and the other by the dear Reformer, Martin Luther:
"Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song". ~Pope John Paul II
"Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in spring-time."  ~Martin Luther

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Rob's brother . . .

I think most everybody that reads this blog knows Rob, of Rob and Caroline fame. But his brother?
Let me introduce you. I could say click here - but that takes work. Instead YOU work: go to my list on the right under family and friends - to John C. Click it and watch his recital. It won't take long. Just one song. (oops! - i just found out (a day later) that there are many songs --- but you can just listen to one if you haven't much time.)
I think you'll be impressed.
Leaving a comment might be good. . . if he likes comments as much as I do. The comment won't have to be eloquent. Just maybe, 'Whoa!!" or "Great job!" Something like that. (You don't HAVE to leave a comment.)

Now go do it. Please.
You'll be glad you did.
And you'll wonder when Rob's going to sing his song.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

My last post . . .

. . . was a little wordy. I thought about deleting it, but decided against it.

I AM passionate about Christ, that he is the Way, the Truth and the Life.

I owe Him everything.

Thoughts on Easter . . .

I so want to write something wonderful here. Words seems inadequate even if I could think of the right ones.
I'll try.
I used to be asked why I didn't smile more. And why I was so critical and negative. That was back in my teens, early twenties. If I were to write the whole reason why I smile now, well, it would take a whole volume of paper or gigabites or something to get it out, and even then words are inadequate.
Somewhere along the line I began taking the Bible as TRUTH. Admittedly the Bible is weird. Yes, I said that. It (the Bible) is not what I would have dictated if I were God. Ah, but I am NOT God.
Somewhere along the line I realized that truth. And that truth was pretty liberating. I am CREATURE.
Okay. Long story short: creatures need a savior. That word, savior, has come to mean gobbledygook, just like the words, salvation, sin, holy ghost, and on. (Some will read this and be appalled at how sacrilegious I sound. --- but I'm trying to make a point. -- Those words are profound, but have come to mean - to many- nothing, except maybe platitudes, or shame-based sayings.)
So as to not make this post into something you will never read because of its length I'm going into major long-story-short mode now:
I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior . . . and all the meaning that has. I began learning about him through the Bible. It changed my life. IT CHANGED MY LIFE. Oh, I'm still mm jw with her issues, but among many, many other things I started smiling without thinking about it.

This Easter stuff is is not Easter bunny stuff. Or tooth fairy stuff. Or anything cartoon-like. It is truth.

And I decided to take it as truth. And you don't need me to tell you. . . . look at history...... Oh yeah, there were wars - and crazy things done in the name Christ. But they were NOT Christ. They were crazy people who needed a cause. Christ is not a cause. He is salvation. Look at the billions of folks whose lives were and have been and are changed by Him. It is INCREDIBLE.

Does it seem like I'm trying to convince someone of what I believe? Yes. Because I am. And, rats, words are so inadequate, but words are what I've got on this post - that I'm trying to make not too long.

I'm preachin', sistah and brotha.
Happy Easter.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

UGLY gal . . .

I was going to say that I saw an ugly lady the other day.  'Ugly lady' almost sounds like an oxymoron, and for sure, the lady wasn't being a lady.
I was going through the drive-thru at McDonald's.  I happened to look in my rear view mirror and saw this attractive woman behind me.  But she was not acting 'attractively'.  She was screaming at her child who was in the back seat.  She seemed so mad at the child.  Then I saw the child.  He was only about two years old, if that.  He was in a car seat and he was just sitting there.  She was turning back to him and yelling, then throwing something at him, like a toy or something.  Her face was contorting, making her look so ugly.  But yet, she looked ‘gorgeous’. Her makeup was perfect. Her hair was highlighted. Her nails were French manicured, and she also looked like she had a good tan. . . like from a salon.  Her car was a Lexus SUV.  Everything looked perfect, except her facial expressions when she was yelling at her son. And even when she was not yelling she had a hateful expression on her face.   Hmm. Maybe it was that time of month for her. Or maybe she was just having a terrible day altogether. She just looked filled with anger.  And it seemed her wrath was directed at this little toddler.  Poor fella. Poor fella!   I felt like calling Child Protective Services.  Really.  I also felt like pulling her over and telling her that I saw the whole tirade and was going to report her.
Really.  It sickened me.
Talk about an ugly person.  

And she never knew that someone was watching her . . .

Monday, March 17, 2008

I've got my green on. . .

. . . so no one's gonna pinch me today. . . though be warned, I may do some pinching.

I usually don't play in the tea room on Monday but there's this sweet lady who's having a St. Patrick's Day party today and she really wanted me there. It is always nice to be wanted. And I will be glad that after today I don't have to play 'My Wild Irish Rose' or 'When Irish Eyes are Smiling' or 'O Danny Boy' or 'I'm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover' for a while. Well, actually, I have never HAD to play those songs, but since March started I have been trying to get the tea room crowd in the Irish mood . . . and though that has not been that long ago - I am WEARY of those songs. So I guess I did NOT get myself in the mood.

Hmm. Not much news on my front, I guess. (I'm still enjoying the news of Rob and Caroline.)

Have a great green day.

Saturday, March 15, 2008


I've known this would happen someday. . . well, today, on Caroline's birthday, it happened.
Everyone that knows them IS THRILLED.

What a wonderful couple.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Here we are . . .

Or, "There we were." This picture was taken last week at the wedding shower for Jenny and Whitney. I'm still basking in the knowledge that the shower was wonderful. And, of course, as with any party that I host, I bask for several days afterwards. . . that it is over. mm.

Hmm. That above statement sounded like I don't like giving parties. I actually LOVE giving parties. And I am thrilled that God has blessed me - and my family - with the wherewithal to be able to host such parties. But the OVER part is really the best.

Yes. I love the over part.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Newer . . .

It's spring. Well, almost. That brownish template for my blog did NOT look like spring. I think this NEWER one does. And Laura will be proud that I got it without her help. That tells you what a good teacher she is.

Well, I've had a major setback on a big project that I've been working on and I'm going to vent a little. Grrrr!! Ugh!!! !@#$%^! (that's my version of cussing.) Well, really what I need to do is be thankful. Really. I learned years ago that being thankful - for WHATEVER- is almost like magic. It so puts things in perspective. Like when I was younger and I had pimples. Long story short: I started thanking God for them. Long story short: I quit hating myself and began appreciating the fact that folks liked me for who I was, not for a clear face.

So where am I going with this? I've decided I better be thankful for my setback. I was working on a new mellow piano sacred music CD. I had put down 73 hymns (!) (by that I mean I had played 73 old hymns into the computer). From those I chose 36 that I thought would be good enough for a 2 CD package to sell. Then I decided I didn't want a 2 CD package, just one CD. So I chose the best 24 hymns out of those 36. This required LOTS of work. (I know, you thought I just sat around all day blogging.) Not only has this been a lot of work for me, but also for my dear hubby, who is the 'producer' of this project. He produced my first one and now he's doing this one. Anyway, after all that work it looks like it MIGHT have been for naught, nothing, nada, zilch. The keyboard we used (which was different than the one for my first CD) just hasn't sounded good at all - though we originally thought it did. Hmm.
So I am going to give thanks for this.

Well, nothing magical is happening. Ah, but I AM realizing that we are human, computers are just that (computers) and well, I have more empathy for the person who has written a major paper, or novel or something and then doesn't get it saved right and it's gone forever. Yeah. So I have empathy now.

Empathy is a good thing.

And I AM feeling better.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008


With my computer-savvy daughter I've got this new look. It may be a little too brownish, so I may change it soon. I can. It's my blog.
I just came from Buon Giorno, the local coffee house. It was open mike night. My son and my daughter each, separately, sang 2 songs and accompanied themselves on the guitar. It was incredible. This was actually Laura's first time to play and sing in public, well, except when she sang and played for her campers at Sky Ranch 2 summers ago. She was really good. So was Will. They just seemed so natural at performing. And they sounded GREAT.
I'm so proud.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Monday Monday. . .

It's been a good day in all. And tonight I learned that my car got slobbered on by a camel. I bet you can't top that. Well, unless, YOU got slobbered on by a camel today. Or a giraffe. (Okay, I guess I've got some 'splainin' to do: I let Laura, Will, Bailey and Amanda Gutierrez borrow my car to go on a day trip to Oklahoma today. They went to Turner Falls and to this drive-thru zoo type thing, hence the slobber. I don't think I'll get it washed off for a while. It's a great conversation piece. 'Course I haven't seen the dried slobber yet (it's dark outside), so I might change my mind. (Hmm. no wonder they didn't want to take their own cars.))

I think I've recovered from the shower. Ah, but another is around the corner. In May I'm hosting one for dear friend, Sophie. That will be fun. It won't be foo-foo at all. We're inviting the guys . . . and Sophie wants the theme, Guitars, Harleys, and Home Depot. (I don't think we'll be serving those raspberry and brie finger sandwiches!)

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Here are some shower photos taken by Laura- except for the last one. . .

It's over . . .

68 invitations were sent. 23 RSVP-ed. 12 saying they were coming. 11 saying they were not. 'Course there were 7 that didn't need to say they were coming - the honorees and the hostesses. 30 ladies came- including honorees and hostesses. The point I am making with these numbers is that RSVP-ing is a lost art/etiquette. I'm going to have to make it my mission in life to get that changed.
We'll, maybe not.
I'm tired.

Ah, but it WAS a wonderful party!!!!! WONDERFUL.
And I DID gorge on cake afterwards. mm.

(P. S. I really so understand how and why people don't RSVP. There are many reasons, not the least of which are those weird letters.)

Friday, March 7, 2008

She's here!

The first three letters of 'laughter' are the first three letters of 'Laura'. I had never thought of that until now. . . and it IS appropriate. I can hear her laughter in the den. It is a wonderful sound. She's probably laughing at Will, Bailey and/or Allison. They're all in there telling funnies. I love it. (Needless to say, Laura isn't the only one laughing.)

The Travis girls' shower is tomorrow. Laurie B. came over earlier this evening and decorated the dining room table (beautifully) and she also decorated 2 kitchen table chairs. One with white and purple for Jenny to sit in and other with white and sage for Whitney to sit in. . . like little thrones. It's great. Then tomorrow Laurie, Martha G. and Caroline come and help Laura and me do the final prep. Then the honorees show up and then the guests show up (hopefully in that order) and that's when I stop stressing and start having fun.
And then it will all be over.
And that's when I'll probably overeat some of the cake.

Life is good.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

She's coming!

Late tomorrow afternoon she'll make her appearance. And then her friends and relatives will come to see her and spend time with her, or at the very least catch a glimpse of her. She's been in Waco which is not as exotic as other far away places she has been to, but then to those folks from those places Waco is pretty exotic . . . wonderful. (I'm trying to kind of wax poetic.)

I want to honor her here because she did something that though she had no choice, she did it with a good spirit. She completely changed her spring break plans ... for me. Well, I made her. But I so appreciate her attitude. She's coming for the shower. She'll help with the beverages- punch, tea, and coffee. And I will be SO GLAD she is here.

Tonight I spend the night with my mom. We have our own slumber party every so often. We usually eat popcorn. I like to have mine with a soda pop. She has hers with water, if you can imagine that.

See you soon, Laura!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Sorry, Skip . . .

Well, Skip Reynolds came out in fourth place yesterday. Since there were only four people in that race that means he probably isn't having a fun day today. Well, at least he had my vote. (If you read my last post this will make sense.) And I'm glad Huckabee stayed in long enough for me to vote for him. Yes.

So I splurged and had some white chocolate raspberry shortcake in the tea room today. Oh my. I have always thought that the bread pudding and the buttermilk pie tied for my favorites. Now I think they're just runners-up.

Well, evidently nothing earth-shattering is happening in my life today. Thank Goodness.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I voted . . .

. . . for Skip Reynolds this morning. I forget what he was running for, but his wife was standing outside of the polls - in the cold - at O. C. Taylor Elementary School and asked me to vote for him. So I did. Oh, and for Huckabee and Cornyn, too.

- 5 minutes later - I just found out that Skip Reynolds is running for state district judge. I hope he's nice to his wife. She seemed really sweet.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Flip flops Saturday, snow shoes tonight?

This weather is crazy. I like it.

Today I ordered the cake, the corsages, and bought the hostess gifts for the big Travis girls' bridal shower here Saturday. (The shower will be big; the Travis girls are NOT.) The shower will be FUN, but on Sunday I'll be saying a big 'Whew!' Thank heavens I have some wonderful co-hostesses, 2 of which read my blog. Thanks, Laura and Caroline.

Tomorrow is the day to vote. I'll go vote for my pick, even though I know he hasn't a chance. I want to make a statement, though, however small. GO HUCKABEE!!

Don't forget to check out my other blog listed at the left.

Th-th-th that's all folks! (I'd been wanting to say that.)

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Soph. . .

My dear friend, Sophia Staecker, is engaged! She was showing off her engagement ring this morning at church . . . and surprising all of us. I met her fiance a week ago Friday as he and she performed at a coffee house in Keller. He seemed like a really nice fella.. . . kind of a salt-of-the-earth person. They make sweet music together. The wedding date is June 7. I hope she will be happy-happy. She deserves to be. She took care of her late husband, Scottie, for over twenty years. He was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in '83. They had been married just 6 years (I think) when his mind started playing tricks on him. Sophie stayed true to him all those years. She couldn't find any support groups for wives like her because most women don't stay with such mentally disabled spouses. Sophie, the exception, should write a book about what 'for better or worse' really means.

Congratulations, Soph!

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