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Celebrating Tsali! A Great “Big Brother”…

It isn’t possible for EVERYONE to have a big brother. You have to find them where you can, especially if you are first-born. My own “big brothers” were my cousins. Donnie, Jeff and Scott were all older than me and Bradley was younger, but Scott and I were closest in age so he got to be my “big brother”. My mom had a big brother, Phil, who was the dad to my cousins. It works out that way. My own dad WAS the big brother, so he gets it when you say that you have to find someone to be your “big brother” when you are the oldest.

My youngest son, Alex, obviously has a big brother. My oldest son, Drew, had to find his own. He considers himself very lucky to have cousins. So do I.

Today, Cousin Tsali is celebrating his birthday at a dinner for the top 50 scholar-athletes in the state of Indiana. That is a pretty big deal and great timing. That way, mom and dad have technically taken him out to dinner.

We travel to Indiana at least twice a year to watch “the cousins” play some sort

Tsali, Drew and Alex

Happy Birthday Tsali!

of sport or visit them at a reunion. When we can’t, there is the incredible invention of “live streaming” for most events or we can keep up with the accomplishments via Social Media. We sit around the computer somewhat like our grandparents sat around the radio only we get to watch the action.

Through this connectedness…my boys have managed to find in all of their cousins a certain leadership quality of being “older”. Drew gets to choose from lots of older people in his own sports, church and local circles for his role models. But, he chooses his cousins. And tonight, one of those cousins, Tsali turns 18 while being honored for his hard work, dedication and commitment to doing the “right thing” (most of the time!). We are proud of you bud! You make an amazing “big brother”. Must have been your role models…

Beach Bread-No Meat, No Sacrifice? An Ash Wednesday Menu…

As a kid, Ash Wednesday in our Catholic household generally meant fried salmon patties, macaroni and cheese or fish sandwiches from Mickey D’s. While mac and cheese was passable, salmon patties and fish sandwiches were a sacrifice to actually palette. Bill The Cat had some pretty good outbursts for things he didn’t like, but I am sure they were nothing compared to my kids’ faces the first time salmon patties were mentioned.

Then, I discovered Beach Bread. Specifically, Estero Beach at Fort Myers. No meat on the plate, but that doesn’t really qualify as a sacrifice… which is not in the spirit of Ash Wednesday. My kids’ faces are much happier when faced with an open face of olive oil toasted french bread, fresh basil, mozzarella and blue cheese, fresh and thinly sliced marinated tomatoes all slipped under the broiler for just the right amount of time.

My friends at the Hail Mary Pub here in Grayson, GA have a great version that will do if you are not of a mind to make it at home or don’t have the resources to hop down to the beach on a whim. The proprietors suggest that the Beach Bread goes well with a bowl of chili and a frosty mug of amber liquid. However, that falls even further out of the category of sacrifice and we still have yet to attend Mass…

Next up, whether to “give up” something for Lent or “give more” of oneself…something to think about.

Purple and Green Fashion…Who ‘dat?

There are lots of reasons to wear purple or green, but not generally together. For whatever reason, the spirit moved me to embrace the combo and shake out my closet. I came face-to-face with some strange fashion decisions that will just have to haunt my closet a little longer-at least until I get my Spring Clean on.
The first purple piece I laid my hands on was tragically marred by what seems to be bleach. Undaunted, I stuck my head further into the closet and with a flashlight beam, located a second purple shirt. Wrinkled, but otherwise unscathed. Now that I had purple in hand, it was time to find green. I vaguely remembered a cardigan in some shade of green that had passed between my mother and me until finally landing permanently on my hangers. It did exist and was shoved into near oblivion behind a giant fleece “Let It Snow” sweatshirt. The sweatshirt must have been on clearance at some point during colder weather because this has not been the year for it so far…
Armed with my purple shirt and green cardigan, I rooted through my costume jewelry drawer and produced a purple-swirly kind of pendant that hit me as a suitable substitute for the beads I know I have, but cannot locate. (Note to self: buy beads on Ash Wednesday, put in safe spot to forget about next Fat Tuesday…)
The combo felt ridiculous, but drew at least two compliments (I love cats, you can make stuff up that you are sure they would say if they could only speak English…).
Finally, I paired it up with some green-dangling earrings and went out to see if anyone else had made the effort to purge their closet before heading out. While it wasn’t the sexiest outfit ever, I did feel festive and am now in the mood to begin considering the Lenten Season, but first, I think I will go see if anyone has marked down their King Cakes yet…I’m dressed for it!

Diet Coke Sommelier…

Diet Coke remains the one thing I have yet to give up. I get my one a day, over ice and call it a treat. Keeps my hand (s) out of the cookie jar (for the most part…). My favorite way to drink it is freshly tapped. There are differences in the taps too. I remember when…I worked at the Golden Corral in high school and it took just the right touch to get the syrups and soda mixed for great taste. We dubbed certain employees as “mix-masters” because either you had it or you didn’t. I clearly didn’t. I could make some seriously good tea, but after exploding the syrup against the back of the restaurant for a second time, I was relieved of my “mixing” duties. It was an art to get it all right or you would hear about it from the serious soda connoisseur. 

The Coca-Cola Company could give an award for the best-mixed sodas out there. It has to be right or you know the place is cheap and not representing the product! For instance, if made Coca-Cola Sommelier for Gwinnett County, I would place the Sam’s Club in Snellville, GA in first place with the Quik-Trip at Hwy 78 and Grayson Parkway in a very close second. The Quik-Trip has the superior ice product which may tie it up with the Sam’s. I DO like bunny-pellet sized ice for my DC! 

As the Coca-Cola Company Sommelier, I would grant the third place prize for mix-mastering the delicious diet treat to a favorite restaurant. Genghis Grill at Mall of GA has some seriously tasty DC product with a nice foamy head and sparkling ice. Doesn’t hurt at all that the mix-masters there also run a full bar and they don’t seem to skimp on the syrup. My friend, Aly, says that the Coke Zero there is pretty tasty too and it isn’t for her to take the treats lightly either. 

What do you think? Is there a difference in the mixology of Diet Coke? Who has the best?

Walking and Working-Freelance Daydreaming!

Freelancing means that I can stop at the park with my camera and call it work. If my editor asks me what I did today, I can tell her I worked. Sitting down to remember all the thoughts that went through my head while I was walking and working often takes more effort, especially if I already had my one allowable Diet Coke for the day.

Freelancing also means that if I am interested in something specific, I write about it. That part is great fun. Today, I got to hang out in the local auto-body shop. In addition to talking to long-time employees, I got to check out some really cool cars and talk about cars and take pictures of cars and…well, cars are cool. Funny how some cars still stand out more than 25 years after they roared around the parking lot of the local high school. Being a local is an added benefit to freelance writing. Besides having a working background knowledge of the area history, I get to hang out with people I know and tell my editor it was “work”.
Today was a good day to be a freelance writer.
There is more, but I am saving the yellow truck story for tomorrow. Connections are funny sometimes, but they are certainly worth paying attention to-especially if they have “local flavor”. They could be the next story and often really are…

Hearts

Hearts Abound
Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Hearts on fire, hearts broken, hearts in the hospital, hearts on doors, in bags, on candy, earrings, necklaces and shirts…dapper purple-shirted men escorting matching babes in arms, tender-hearted and strong principals with principles sporting heart-covered red ties, red-scrubbed nurses patching as needed and mending where broken, dads showing up with cellophane-wrapped chocolates thereby bailing out sons who were unschooled (until they called from the front office) in the hearts of third-grade girlfriends…heartbeats measured on machines-just a child’s size, teacher hearts watching the fiesta while monitoring for signs of heartbreak,

Ditdo’s Heart-Shaped Cookies 2012

 grandmothers baking heart-shaped after-school traditions,  friends grieving for those lost, praying for those struggling and rejoicing with those who have the best of their hearts, Harts working hard for hearts for teachers, love and childhood winning out one more day against the pressure to perform,

St. Valentine watching-amused.


The Sun DOES Also Rise…

The Sun DOES Also Rise…
Monday, February 13, 2012

Travel Log:

Just finished spending some great days fishing with Jake and Bill on the Irati River. Great times, wonderful trout, hot weather and cool water. Met a swell fella named Harris who utilized his fair share of wine and made a gift of hand-tied flies just before we left. What great guys! Glad to know ‘em.

Traveled by late bus over to Pamplona where we joined up with Robert, Michael and the Lady Brett Ashley. All those wonderful men and all crazy in love with that lady. Poor saps, nothing to do but enjoy the running of the bulls, a week of dancing and singing at the fiesta and the grand show of it all. My money was on Jake to have the best time, brood just a little and eventually find some peace with being the Lady’s rock no matter what happened. Perhaps, I too fell a little in love with Jake. He is, after all, more than he ever says. It is what he reads, writes and observes that matters most. The hotel owner, Montoya says that Jake has aficion regardless of the transgression of being an American.

It seems that Americans are not known for the type of passion referred to as aficion. That must be what Jake has that makes him so different. You would know it the minute you met him. He made the bull-fights come alive as he watched the body language and minutia of detail. Watching each of the toreadors finesse the giant beasts into submission was like watching living art. Watching it through Jake’s eyes gave it that life.

In the end, after the wine was drunk, the food was enjoyed and the passions overflowed into the streets; it was just Jake who would do. The lady forever shaking just a bit until he came to calm her. Nothing but his presence was needed, because he had nothing more to offer. But, perhaps that was it. He purely didn’t have anything more than just his heart to give. At least it is pretty to think so.  

STOP!

 

 

STOP!

Several things come to mind when I think of this word…

My very young, eldest son chanting, “S-T-O-P spells Stop!” at every red, octagonal sign on the road when he was about 18 months old is forever a part of our memories.

The Bob Newhart shtick Stop It! Where Dr. Newhart applies a single intervention to each psychological ailment presented by simply yelling, “STOP IT!” at the bewildered “patient” is hysterical and worth the YouTube view. Makes perfect sense to me as I occasionally feel compelled to employ the same strategy…

But today, as I was attempting to wade my way through a day of constantly interrupted directives, I found that it really must have been a mommy who invented the “telegraph format” used for messages and directives sent via wire…had to be…every time I tried to start a directive, someone did something that required my personally seeing to it that the activity ceased immediately…take for instance…

“Please close the –STOP!

door.”

“Finish cleaning the – STOP!

toilet.”

“Don’t forget to take – STOP!

 your jacket.”

“Have you emptied the – STOP!

Trash?”

Perhaps it is just overzealous multitasking on my part, but this mommy thinks that getting things done WHILE simultaneously administering psychotherapy is just darned efficient-STOP! Or maybe, I should STOP IT and wait to see what message ultimately gets delivered.

Veteran’s Day 2011 City of Grayson, GA

Grayson, GA- Young women in uniform have long provided social events for handsome men in uniform. On Friday night, 11-11-11, the young women of the Girl Scout Troops from Grayson created, along with some help from the City of Grayson and other volunteers, a canteen reminiscent of a USO Dance.

It was a social event that could have made the soldiers feel at home in any era. A live band played upbeat period tunes that had toes tapping and brought on the first topic of conversation for the night…memories. Those memories were punctuated by many testimonies following the Presentation of Colors by the US Naval Sea Cadets 233rd Naval SEABEE Battalion. There were touching tributes by Joseph Paul, (UGA Redcoat Marching Band) who played Taps, Rev. Joe Paul who prayed a Blessing of the Veterans, the Grayson UMC choir’s Tribute to Veterans and Mr. Jack Britt who lead the Pledge of Allegiance.

Mayor Jim Hinkle, dressed in his desert fatigues, took the stage as Master of Ceremonies among the giant paper poppies in Flanders’ Field. The children of Grayson Elementary School provided the paper poppies that they made in Art Class under the direction of Mrs. Umans and Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Helen Adams of the American Legion Auxiliary Unit 232 read the poem “In Flanders’ Field.”

The reading was followed by an incredible solo by Steve Sheppard, Minister of Music at GUMC. Steve sang “You Raise Me Up,” to an attentive crowd, many of whom continued to wipe tears that had started with the poetry reading. Following these incredible performances, Mrs. Janet Perry of The Daughters Of The American Revolution (Philadelphia Winn Chapter) gave her thoughts on “Those Who Wait, Also Serve.” She was given supportive statements by veterans: Travis Towler, Jim Argo, Jack Britt, Jim Hinkle, Tracy Gerrard, Eddie Rollins, Doug Delvato and Dick Shannon, just to name a few who wanted those in attendance to understand that for a soldier’s family, daily life IS service.

The special guests included S Sgt. Travis Towler and Col. USMCR (Ret.) Jim Argo. S. Sgt. Towler presented Mayor and Mrs. Hinkle with an American flag flown in combat. Col. Argo followed the presentation with an amazing story of the Fall of Saigon and just what it took to see that many made it to safety. Col. Argo told of boats, planes, trains, buses and cars moving thousands more people than they were originally prepared for. Despite the challenge, Argo’s men made sure that no Marine was left behind in the effort. He smiled and recalled that it was a close call when he was doing a “head count” and realized that there were indeed Marines missing. He and some of his men jumped into helicopters and returned to the Embassy where they found their missing Marines-the Embassy Bodyguards had not left their posts even amidst the fall. Argo finished his speech among the paper poppies with a rousing “God Bless America…Hurrah!” which was heartily resounded by the guests sitting in the canteen.

The young women in the Troop 1451 Cadette uniforms sat quietly listening to the speakers. They didn’t text or talk, they showed respect for those veterans. They did, however, offer these words written all around the edges of the Veteran’s Day Program:
“Our soldiers are lots of things, but I think they are courageous and brave. I am glad we have people as brave as they are in this country for the army. I am proud of them.” –Sophie P.
“I think that these soldiers have truly served their purpose in protecting this country. These are our heroes.” – Natasha S.
“I think that they are the true heroes and that they should know it. I want to thank them so much for all that they have done. – Samantha V.
“I think it’s awesome that these soldiers had the guts to go and fight in all of these battles and wars.” Taylor K.
“I think these and other soldiers are very brave. Their stories amaze me. I hope they pass their bravery on to the next generation.” – Joselyn W.

Mayor Hinkle and those volunteers who worked so hard to make this tribute a success can take the words of these young women as evidence of Mission Accomplished-Hurrah!

Who am I?

 Without my family, I am nothing. Writing and inspiration come from their everyday conversation. Missing the voices each day until the phone rings or the IM pings or the bus screeches to a halt after school is just a part of what inspires each written word. The women and men I have met have inspired the words that flow from my fingers through the keyboard and sometimes into print. Sometimes they are scrawled in the dark on a pad next to the bed. A notepad is as much a part of my wardrobe as shoes.

To disappear every once in a while is a treat. My favorites include the beach with just about anyone or no one at all. We camp, we hike, we try to bike without laughing at mommy. We celebrate anything. Report cards, behavior, an almost win, rain after the drought, a sale, a solstice, even death. Without celebration of life’s little moments, we will wait our whole lives away for something big. It isn’t allowed to say, “I wish I was older.” or ” I wish it was Christmas.” “We mustn’t wish our lives away” (thanks Grandmoro).

The love of the game, just about any game, is well worth the effort. The goal, the hit, the basket, the check, the foul, the coaches, the fans, the friends, the french fries are all worth more than money. We play and we learn. Life is for living.

We study. There are lessons everywhere, in all of us. Why does the old woman hang on to life? To offer lessons. We find that being proud doesn’t mean we are prideful. What is to live for? Lots of life.

If you have ever happened upon a  Social Media Page page, you might read the question: who would you like to know? So many folks came to my mind. Most certainly Katharine Hepburn for more than a million reasons darling. Condoleezaa Rice would just be fascinating to watch in action. I would have loved to share an after dinner scotch with Winston Churchill during “the day”. The Duke, John Wayne.  Celestine Sibley died much too early. I can daydream of listening to her with friends at Sweet Apple but must be contented to study her works. And my friends. Without them, there is no security. Someone who will care for my kids with love and yell at them to get out of the middle of the street too. I laugh with them and cry with them. I would not give anything for them. They fill in all the gaps.

And a husband with whom you share more than your kids. You have to love at least some of the same stuff and be able to argue to the point of agreeing to disagree. Same with your family.