Monthly Archives: March 2012

Channeling Audrey Hepburn…or Happy Birthday Anita

ImageThe busy weekend included the celebration of my friend, Anita’s birthday…She is pretty comfortable being 40, especially since she looks about 29! The week preceding the party was a celebration of Anita’s many creative talents. She had envisioned her grand staircase no longer covered in carpet, but sanded, stained and turned out like the grand entrance it was meant to be. Her daughter, Kelly, was the beneficiary of the flow of creative energy. A bright green “lounge” complete with art-deco touches now occupies the former “beigeness” of the corner bedoom. Lucky Kelly-although it was her splatter-art panels that pulled the whole place together.

The piece de resistance was revealed as my tour entered the guest bedroom. A stunningly warm room with handmade bedspread, crystal lamps, heavenly candles and reclaimed furniture painted black was all watched over by the smokey eyes of Audrey Hepburn in a Breakfast At Tiffany’s pose. As I stood in the room admiring my friend’s talents, I was reminded of those qualities that make Anita such a beautiful person. Her own poise, beauty and grace is evident each and every time she opens her home to her friends-which is pretty often. I think she just might be channeling Audrey Hepburn. As for me…I am kind of a Katharine Hepburn gal who can appreciate a work of art.

Fist of Influence

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Three teens from Grayson, GA have produced their first song. Drew Serrero, Ben Snowden and Brian Wilson have been playing together for two years and have performed live at their middle school talent show and with the band Guilty Pleasure. Enjoy!

3.14…How Far Can YOU Go?

Sheldon Cooper (Big Bang Theory) indicates that teachers knew he was amazing when he could recite Pi well beyond the ‘nth degree. My kids can go about 12 places or so without practicing. I struggle to decide whether I want key lime or blueberry.

Pi is an interesting concept and lots of fun to teach because the kids in class seem to “get” it in a domino effect. Abstract lessons are often like that. The teacher and co-teacher present the material per the math manuals, but when something like Pi comes along, it is time to celebrate some math! A few kids get the idea first and then pass along their view of how it works to others and so on. By the end of a class period all sorts of kids are challenging each other to decipher and then memorize the string of numbers that make up this cool tool.

Circling around to the beginning, Pi becomes more than math or a tasty slice of heaven…it becomes a challenge to take it as far as it can go…

Coaching…

If the coach is really good, then their intent is to benefit the players. And if those players are kids, then a really good coach is essential. Coaching isn’t for the faint of heart or for those only interested in the trophy. Fundamental instruction, comprehension of the game, knowledge of the rules and common sense all play a part in a total package when coaching kids. Doesn’t matter what sport, the coach is key to a team.

Sometimes a coach gets a team of kids without the sharpest skills, training time  or the benefit of intensive instruction. It happens. Few coaches can over come such odds for a worst to first season, but it happens. Knowing a coach for many years can go your way or just the opposite, but knowing the kids makes all the difference. Knowing the kids well tells a coach how far you can push, how much you need to yell and when you need to counsel. A good coach knows those things instinctively. And when a coach listens to that instinct and works the team he drafted, amazing things can happen…and they do. Worst to first is as good as it gets and when the coach steps back to give the glory to the kids, he shines.

Or in our case…they shine. Coach Quill, Coach Britt and Coach Jones-ya’ll rocked the season! Thanks!

Skipping Winter…Springing Forward

Completing the hockey season for us and starting the soccer season generally marks our transition from Winter to Spring. This year, it has been more than difficult to discern the difference at all since hockey ran into soccer and Winter seemed to skip us for the most part this year entirely.

Today, we spring forward regardless of what sport we are playing. (We played both.) Lots of folks are playing two sports today. Some are soccer/hockey combos, some baseball/lacrosse, softball/swimming; the list goes on.

If your family is like ours with lots of activity interspersed with all the other things that come with a springtime weekend, just remember to spring forward or you will be late for something! Winter has stepped aside.

Hockey Sit-Com…

Cast these characters in their own sit-com...

Five hockey players in the van makes the van…stinky. But the stench is clearly a redundant subject and something you come to expect when transporting kids who play hockey, so we talk about other stuff. Or rather, they talk and I listen.

Interesting conversations begin with such things as misheard song lyrics, great goals, current and past player stats, where their team ranks in the standings and so on…Mostly mundane beginnings, but when these players add their inexhaustible one-liners to the banter, anything can happen.

“What do you mean you forgot your socks?” “Who forgets their socks?” “Worse yet, who picked up your lost socks?” “I’m hungry, give me a bite of that…NO, I DON’T know what it is, I am just hungry…now share!” “Why are The Police singing about I love her purple song?” “Why are you texting me?  I am sitting right here.” “Yes, I made up that word….No, I don’t know what it means or how to spell it.” “No, he doesn’t bounce, I tried already.”

It goes on and on, banter from the rink to the bleachers to the locker rooms and back to the van for the transport home. Running commentary on what happens in every day life with an ebb an flow that maintains a great friendship among these players.

One particular night, when the lone  girl among them had called shotgun and was sitting in the passenger seat next to me, the verbal volleys lobbed back and forth with hilarious results unrivaled by earlier episodes. As I started the van, the girl turned to me and said, “They are like my very own sit-com.” Well said goaliegal! Well said!

Butter in the cabinet…Harley in the garage

Was thinking about a wonderful man today. Uncle Dick left us four years ago. It was a miserably sad thing to lose such a loving man. He smiled often and laughed openly. And he could dance…oh to watch him swirl my Godmother around the dance floor like a feather in the wind was purely a pleasure.

Funny things make you think about people you have lost. Like the distinctive sound of a Harley as it rumbles down the road. It was great fun to don a helmet and hang on to Uncle Dick as he roared down the rural roads in Southern Indiana. I think of it every time I hear one of those engines growl. And it makes me miss him even more. Not more than Aunt Jeanette, but I miss seeing his smiles.

And Aunt Jeanette, well, she keeps her butter in the cabinet. And I remember that every time I have to “soften” up the butter for baking. If I just kept it in the cabinet like she does, it would already be soft. But, it makes it easy to remember her often…like every time I need butter.

She also has a great smile and laughs easily. They made a great pair. The way they would glide smoothly across the dance floor…smooth as silk…or soft butter…always smiling and laughing.

Just Iced the Bathtub…

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Caulked the tub today...ho hum DIY!

Some days the creative juices just need some elbow grease to get going. Sometimes they need cake, but that is another blog entirely…

After rooting around in the attic trying to track down a lost leprechaun, I noticed that next to the Easter Beagle storage box was a nice little critter hole in the gable screen. One thing always leads to another, so I did what all mommies would do…I stapled chicken wire up over the entire opening. I expect quite a racket at dusk when the critter attempts to return home. Pretty sure that the critter was not in the attic at the time I staple-gunned the wiring in place since both cats had been roaming around with me. No noise is good news…in this case. 

With the attic secured, I brought the Easter Beagle and friends down for a decor change. Silly leprechaun is still hiding up there somewhere with Santa and the Wise Men. 

Closed up the attic and went to gather towels for my next chore-laundry. Ho Hum and mundane…I thought…until I stepped on a damp spot located in a place that should have been dry. One thing lead to another, carpet was pulled back, floors cleaned and caulk located. This all lead to me sitting on the edge of the tub thinking about how I could put a positive spin on the “elbow grease break” I had taken from my creative processing (work). It occurred to me that caulking the tub is a bit like icing a cake; messy, somewhat pretty and you get to squeeze a tube of fluffy white stuff along the edge of a surface. So, I hummed a few bars of Patty Cake, Patty Cake and squished my nice straight lines.

The tub looks pretty good. I am back at my desk typing and hoping that creativity will begin to flow faster than my fingers will move. Maybe later, when I reach today’s quota, I will relax with a hot bath to celebrate so I can admire my handiwork.  I just hope I don’t get interrupted by an angry squirrel testing my new security measures…and if that leprechaun insists on staying in the attic, he had better stand guard. Santa and the Wise Men prefer not to be interrupted, it’s poker night.  

Do You Make This Stuff Up?

You know all those great quotes that pop up on the internet every day? There are real live people who make that stuff up! Sometimes it just rolls out daily or even hourly. Sometimes, they go days without a peep. But mostly, they say way cool stuff and their friends just WAIT for it! And when it is really good, the commentary is a bit like a feeding frenzy.

Maybe you have a “friend” on your FB or Twitter account who just cracks you up or says something profound every day. Maybe you hadn’t really noticed until they went a few days without a catch-phrase. Social media has given many a forum for their talents and perhaps reshaped the ideal of what is “social”.

Sometimes it might be a bit like your diary read out loud. Perhaps it might be a veiled comment or a twist of words that makes a catchy post, well…catchy.

Whether it is Christy’s heart pouring out some tender-hearted quotations,  Stan zinging us with a certain brand of humor or Connie’s daughter describing her young life without apology, the friends on my page keep me aware that human nature is a broad category. Commentary is welcome…just please…don’t eat me alive!

Hot and Sour Soup…Cold Cure…

Hot and Sour Soup Served Here...

After pushing himself to perform (and score well)  with his 7th grade band at the annual evaluations, my son decided that he was indeed miserably sick and asked for some hot and sour soup from his favorite place in Snellville-Mah Jong. He told me that it always made him feel better and was probably the cure for the common cold.

I always feel better after a nice steamy bowl of the nearly slimy stuff. Mah Jong has been serving up H & S Soup to my now teenager since he could swallow. “Our” waiter, Ben, who has moved on to have his own family used to fish out the tofu from the big pot in the kitchen and bring Drew a bowl of flavored goodness. Ben even sat down when it wasn’t busy and fed Drew himself. It may well be why the kid rarely ever gets sick and why, when he does, it is what he craves.

Not really sure what is actually on the ingredient list and may not want to know, but it is the stuff that cures are made of. Drew popped up out of bed this morning ready for his day…thanks to his bowl of Hot and Sour Soup.

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