Sunday, June 30, 2002
ok, so the bikers have reached pueblo, co and estimate another 2 days/140 miles of riding before they hit the kansas border. today the temp was at least 108 degrees. stephan said that it was like riding in a full-body blow dryer. they plan to get up early and ride the next 2 days before the heat or the wind get testy. speaking of hot, when does the loyal opposition travel down to texas? i hope that the texas clan are e-connected.......
ok, so my multi-summer watermelon curse is over.......today i successfully purchased a delcious watermelon. my technique seemed no different than past failures- thumps with the thumb in search of one with a hollow sound. for summers in past memories, these hollow thumps were false alarms, and the melon destined for racoon dessert, thrown over the hill. not this melon- it is sweet and succulent and juicy- i may not even share it with the kids......
ok, so i had the best cake yesterday afternoon, and i am not really a cake person. the wedding cake was made by someone named leigh. it was white, moist, flavored with some sort of raspberry liquour, with raspberry jam spread thinly between the layers. divine........the wedding was typical of those i have catered- people become out-of-control in the buffet line- taking 4 beef tenderloin buns and 20 shrimps, and mounds of artichoke dip and skipping the vegetable basket. we always set aside a few of each item for the bride and groom to take with them- because most of the food is eaten by the guests before the spotlight couple ever make it to the buffet line themselves.......i did find amusement/fear of lawsuit in watching one particular guest, whose fanny was twice as wide as the chair on which she sat- we should be like southwest airlines, and charge extra for those who really need two seats.......i am somewhat surprised that she didn't collapse the chair splat to the ground......
Saturday, June 29, 2002
ok, so i left 6 pork roasts, at 350 degrees in the oven overnight. ......i stopped at the kroger on the way to work to replace them- at the 1.99 per pound pork madness sale, and had the best time just people watching. i got caught behind a woman in the cracker aisle who had one ear to her cell, and the other handling each item on each shelf. the was conversing with her significant other about their mutual need for each and every item...... so much for shopping lists. i checked out in aisle 7. there was a couple in aise 8- the wife loudly proclaimed that her husband should have chosen aisle 9, because that line was shorter, whereupon he started in arguing that the lady in aisle 9 has a lot of stuff underneath her cart...........there was a man in the check-it-yourself aisle who appeared to be a near-dwarf- his children who appeared to be about 7 or 8 were almost as tall as he was.......i left the kroger with an amused and uplifted soul......and yes, when i got to work, those pork roasts were like charred logs.........
ok, so i enjoy writing in my blog, and this enjoyment may help me to live longer.......last night i sat and watched a 60-minutes wanna-be whose i can't recall with an hour-long special on stress. they followed around 7 people and had them wear blood pressure monitors to confirm which situations in their lives were the most stressful compared to the stress that each individual perceived.......the stay-at-home mom actually got more stress out of dealing with traffic and her spouse then with her small children, which surprised me. they didn't follow around a restaurant entreprenuer, so i cannot take much of the personal stories to heart, but i can ponder the 10 top ways to reduce personal stress- the list included 'writing in a personal journal'. a psychiatrist noted that journaling is even more effective in talk therapy in helping people work through their anxieties.
of course, some things can't be worked through- like the realization as i awoke this morning that i left something in the oven last night and that the pilot light has probably burnt it to a crisp. assuming the building is still standing when i arrive, i will have to start over.......there was a stress test involved with this tv program- and did give points for having to do too manythings at once............
stephan and ernst are in silverthorn, co, staying overnight at a condo owned by friends of bill and pearl, who met my parents at osu over 50 years ago. when i called, they were fixing to eat a watermelon, which is a shared joke between families. years ago, when my parents and bill and pearl, and many of the 'couples' who had dated in college got together for a little reunion, they sat and ate watermelon, with humerous antics like spitting seeds involved somehow- the story seemed more compelling when i heard it at age 5 than it does now- but they were eating watermelon in this condo and having a good time. ernst reported that they had had some sort of equipment breakdown- and that bill had helped him to gerryrig a solution. the condo is located near breckinridge, and is quite tony and expensive. today they ride up and over hoosier pass- the highest they will be on this trip. pray for them.......
of course, some things can't be worked through- like the realization as i awoke this morning that i left something in the oven last night and that the pilot light has probably burnt it to a crisp. assuming the building is still standing when i arrive, i will have to start over.......there was a stress test involved with this tv program- and did give points for having to do too manythings at once............
stephan and ernst are in silverthorn, co, staying overnight at a condo owned by friends of bill and pearl, who met my parents at osu over 50 years ago. when i called, they were fixing to eat a watermelon, which is a shared joke between families. years ago, when my parents and bill and pearl, and many of the 'couples' who had dated in college got together for a little reunion, they sat and ate watermelon, with humerous antics like spitting seeds involved somehow- the story seemed more compelling when i heard it at age 5 than it does now- but they were eating watermelon in this condo and having a good time. ernst reported that they had had some sort of equipment breakdown- and that bill had helped him to gerryrig a solution. the condo is located near breckinridge, and is quite tony and expensive. today they ride up and over hoosier pass- the highest they will be on this trip. pray for them.......
Friday, June 28, 2002
ok, so i am looking forward to hearing what eminem does with aerosmith's dream on. i heard an interview on tv last night of steven tyler, discussing the permission granted to the rapper to do a revisit to this classic tune- i can recall sitting with my little brother in the driveway of our house, sometime after i had my liscense- with the 8-track cranked up- listening to the orginal version, from the toys in the attic album. that could easily be 30 years ago......i appreciate the comments of the loyal opposition about songs with upfront lyrics- so many artists like to modulate the voice to the point that the words themselves become indistinct enough to be meaningless. i have often thought this about opera- it is as if the prima donna is actually just singing notes, and there really aren't words attached.......on the other hand, bob dylan tends to make up new lyrics to old songs as he gets older- either that or he can't quite recall the words he wrote so he just wings it..... and of course, some songs contains such mumblings he could be reading off his grocery list..........
Thursday, June 27, 2002
ok, so i agree with the appeals court in california over this pledge thing- when congress added God to the pledge in 1954 they WERE putting church into the state's business. i can remember saying the pledge in elementary school- i do not feel that it has made me into a better american to have said it. i am sure that charles manson, martha stewart, and amy fisher once pledged allegiance , and it certainly didn't put them on the right road toward model citizenship. i hate to see us as a nation get all mccarthy-like looking for unamerican behavior., when it was the search for personal freedom that brought us all to america. while i have the freedom to worship my version of god, i do not wish to force others to do so. i heard a congressmen quoted on npr this mroning who was drafting a law tro make those children have to say the pledge, and his words made me physically ill- allegiance is something that we should never force anyone to do- think nazis and heil hitler- it is the same thing to force americans to pledge allegiance to god when individuals may not believe in god and believing in god does not make one an american. my brother no longer goes to church because he contends that that is where the hypocrites all congregate- he has a point- making people pledge allegiance to god will not make them want to believe in god- only individuals living a virtuous life can lead anyone toward belief in a higher power through personal testament. i am also against school prayer, for the same reasons.........
ok, so the letter to the editor in yesterday's advocate about grey friar's bobby and the dedication/devotion that some dogs have to their owners may have been in reference to the crazy lady who wants the dog buried next to her parents exhumed. alas, the letter writer failed to tie the two stories together, and therefore seemed a bit crazy herself to be talking about a scottish dog, then a junction city dog without highlighting some relevant point. speaking of canine devotion, my mother's dog muffet continues to be under my feet at every turn. i could do with less devotion........
ernst and stephan are headingout this morning from walden, colorado. their ride yesterday was uphill and into the wind all day, and this day's ride appears to be more of the same. they will meet up with boulder,co-based college friends of my parents over the weekend- bill and pearl are in their 70's, but are more fit and adventuresome than many 50 year olds. they are the couple that ernst wants us to be when we are in our 70's. fine, as long as i don't have to ride uphill and into the wind........
ernst and stephan are headingout this morning from walden, colorado. their ride yesterday was uphill and into the wind all day, and this day's ride appears to be more of the same. they will meet up with boulder,co-based college friends of my parents over the weekend- bill and pearl are in their 70's, but are more fit and adventuresome than many 50 year olds. they are the couple that ernst wants us to be when we are in our 70's. fine, as long as i don't have to ride uphill and into the wind........
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
ok, so the raging storm came and went before the swim meet, and it happened after all. i sat through 3 hours and 45 minutes of pure boredom- doing consulting paperwork and enduring the comments of those not doing paperwork at the pool. if i hear 'don't you ever rest?' one more time i believe that i will just go off. when your child swims for 1.5 minutes every 45 minutes or so, something has to take up the slack time- might as well do billable work while i sit..........and the mean mamma wouldn't even stay for the potluck.........
ok, so meanmamma is praying for a raging thunder storm so the swim meet will be canceled and i can just take cayle home and chill out for the evening. we are into our 4th day without ernst and stephan, and knock on wood it is going ok- no tantrums, no blowups, no need for time outs. andrew has been exceptionally nice to cayle, and she seems to respond to this kindness with pleasant behavior. i just hope her medication holds out...........
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
ok, so it turns out that stephan was right about grackles- on the news tonight it was reported that west nile virus has been found in 2 dead grackles in some rural location in ky- west nile virus rarely kills humans according to this report- jst flu like symptoms. of course, it appears to be deadly to grackles.......
stephan called tonight- he and ernst rode 61 miles today. they had a bit of excitement yesterday while still driving on the interstate- someone was smoking outside the reststop bathrooms, and through a lit cigarette into the bushes, and started a fire- right there in front of ernst and stephan- they helped the staff put it out, but not before there was a large patch of grass left in charred ruins. stephan said that everything is very dry- they are actually in wyoming- they started the colorado ride across the border- for reasons known only to themselves..he was mostly interested in the cracker barrel openign- i forgot to tell him about the dog burial....maybe next time.
stephan called tonight- he and ernst rode 61 miles today. they had a bit of excitement yesterday while still driving on the interstate- someone was smoking outside the reststop bathrooms, and through a lit cigarette into the bushes, and started a fire- right there in front of ernst and stephan- they helped the staff put it out, but not before there was a large patch of grass left in charred ruins. stephan said that everything is very dry- they are actually in wyoming- they started the colorado ride across the border- for reasons known only to themselves..he was mostly interested in the cracker barrel openign- i forgot to tell him about the dog burial....maybe next time.
ok, so i have had it with this woman in johnson county who is raising a ruckess over rocky fout, a 12 year old cocker spaniel buried 9 feet from her parents. is this woman just noticing that this was a dog not a person, or has this dog just been buried? are her parents canina phobic? my picture of a pleasant eternity could include a cat or a dog on my lap, under a shady tree.......why can't her parents, both dead, of course, embrace the same eternal rest with rocky- kind of adopt him. turns out that ky has no law banning the mixed burial of humans and canines or felines, or sharks and doplhins for that matter. this woman's ruckess sounds as foolish and complaining that her parents are buried next to blacks or hispanics et al.......she had better worry about the bigger things- like are the couple on the other side actually married or did they just shack up, did the father beat the mother, or were they involved in extramarital affairs..........will cemetaries begin to require character references lest people get concerned about one's eternal roomates.....it could be worse- those lucky enough to be buried next to jim morrison in pere lachaise in paris have to endure the wiffs of the lit joints left by doors fanatics.............
ok, so we are not yet 48 hours into this 2 week bicycle thing, and already those of us left behind in danville are pretty fed up with grandma's dog, muffet. she is a maltese, rescued from a puppy farm, and should evoke sympathy rather than disdain. however, one cannot move about in this houyse without that dog underfoot, with her toenails making noises on the tile floor. i keep stepping on her feet because she is always underfoot. she cannot just lay upon the couch (yea, we don't let our dogs lay on the furniture......) and just chill out- no she has to follow us around l;ike she will miss something if she isn't close art hand.
andrew and i walked last night, around the circle, after it had cooled off (somewhat). we were on our 3 or 4th lap when a lowe's truck pulled up in front of my mother's house. we both looked at each other- what did she buy and why didn't she tell us to expect a truck, and she certainly doesn't need what she bought........turns out if was a false alarm- they were looking for an address on gwinn island road not the circle- and they finally drove off. such relief. with my dad in the nursing home, we are quite protective of how my mother spends her money........when we bring in her mail we sift through all fo the catalogs, special offers, and the like for immediate discard..........
andrew and i walked last night, around the circle, after it had cooled off (somewhat). we were on our 3 or 4th lap when a lowe's truck pulled up in front of my mother's house. we both looked at each other- what did she buy and why didn't she tell us to expect a truck, and she certainly doesn't need what she bought........turns out if was a false alarm- they were looking for an address on gwinn island road not the circle- and they finally drove off. such relief. with my dad in the nursing home, we are quite protective of how my mother spends her money........when we bring in her mail we sift through all fo the catalogs, special offers, and the like for immediate discard..........
Monday, June 24, 2002
ok, so i enjoyed snatch, in spite of its connections to madonna, who(m) i loathe. i thought the parts with the dog were just too funny. today, gosford park comes out in video, so i will run by the titlewave and see if i can score a copy. also this week- a beautiful mind- which i also can't wait to see. i just can't seem to get to theatres before these movies have moved on- but videos will just have to do. speaking of madonna, i hear that she is pregnant again with guy ritchie- madonna is nearly my age- in better shape and much wealthier- but still in in 40's and absolutely crazy to be having a baby that will be starting college the year she can collect her social security. i can hardly handle children who drive at my age, let alone change diapers. of course, madonna surely changes no diapers- that is what the nanny is for.............
Sunday, June 23, 2002
ok, so mean mamma gets really mean during transitions. ernst and stephan are packing up my mom's car, and the trio will soon leave for colorado. my mom will drop them, and their tandem bike, off somewhere across the border in wyoming, and meet them at the end of each day with a hotel room, until they reach the kansas border. this trip has mean mamma in a bundle, because it appears that most of colorado is on fire, bikes are vulnerable to car traffic, my mother is not the driver she once was when it comes to attention to the road.........oh, so many disasters are possible, and mean mamma has worried about each and every potential fly is the ointment.
then there are the worries at home- cayle will be spending 2 weeks at camp two roads cafe. ernst usually takes care of daycare, as he has always had more flexibility in his schedule. he also has a backroom with a tv/vcr that has served us well over the years as place for kids to chill out until a better option comes along. in the restaurant we have no such backroom, so cayle will hang out in the kitchen, or with customers.......i hope this 2 weeks passes quickly.
i rented movies last night, thinking that they would be leaving yesterday afternoon- i watched laura linney in you can count on me, for which she was nominated for an oscar. i thought she did a fine job, but couldn't quite figure out why they cast that particular actor as her ne'er-do-well brother. he did not seem to be related to her at all, in looks or demeanor. not that all siblings have noticable similarities, but these two had none- i aalso rented snatch- but haven't watched it yet. i have til midnight tonight- maybe i can watch it later on tonight and beg andrew to drive it back into town...i haven't seen a first run film since lord of the rings- and there are many out there that i want to watch. i want to see the importance of being earnest at the kentucky- i can recall seeing the play in college with a man named maynard that was a fixup date- he told me that he couldn't seriously consider going out with me on a regular basis until i stopped being so stuck on myself- i still laugh about that from time to time- only a man totally stuck on himself would think to say such a thing to a blind date.........the play was good, though. i trust the movie will be in true bbc-style, with the usual cast of period costume players, like colin firth. reese witherspoon is also in this picture, though i am not sure which part she plays. my family has given me grief for watching legally blonde more than once- i can't see the difference between watching that movie and all 6 pride and predjudice videos over and over- it is all escapist behavior. or maybe i really just want a chijuaha to call my own......
well, back to this bike trip. gentle readers,bear with me until these travelers are back.........
then there are the worries at home- cayle will be spending 2 weeks at camp two roads cafe. ernst usually takes care of daycare, as he has always had more flexibility in his schedule. he also has a backroom with a tv/vcr that has served us well over the years as place for kids to chill out until a better option comes along. in the restaurant we have no such backroom, so cayle will hang out in the kitchen, or with customers.......i hope this 2 weeks passes quickly.
i rented movies last night, thinking that they would be leaving yesterday afternoon- i watched laura linney in you can count on me, for which she was nominated for an oscar. i thought she did a fine job, but couldn't quite figure out why they cast that particular actor as her ne'er-do-well brother. he did not seem to be related to her at all, in looks or demeanor. not that all siblings have noticable similarities, but these two had none- i aalso rented snatch- but haven't watched it yet. i have til midnight tonight- maybe i can watch it later on tonight and beg andrew to drive it back into town...i haven't seen a first run film since lord of the rings- and there are many out there that i want to watch. i want to see the importance of being earnest at the kentucky- i can recall seeing the play in college with a man named maynard that was a fixup date- he told me that he couldn't seriously consider going out with me on a regular basis until i stopped being so stuck on myself- i still laugh about that from time to time- only a man totally stuck on himself would think to say such a thing to a blind date.........the play was good, though. i trust the movie will be in true bbc-style, with the usual cast of period costume players, like colin firth. reese witherspoon is also in this picture, though i am not sure which part she plays. my family has given me grief for watching legally blonde more than once- i can't see the difference between watching that movie and all 6 pride and predjudice videos over and over- it is all escapist behavior. or maybe i really just want a chijuaha to call my own......
well, back to this bike trip. gentle readers,bear with me until these travelers are back.........
Saturday, June 22, 2002
ok, so my last blog, the one about wilma brown, has disappeared. wilma brown is my new hero/heroine, based on her brave decision to publically get signatures on a wet-dry petition so that the fine citizens of boyle county can decide for themselves whether or not alcohol may be legally consumed in these environs. i don't know which makes me madder- theblog vanishing or the fact that i have to drive 27 miles to buy a bottle of wine. i am also unsure about the correct term for wilma- hero or heroine- heroine somehow makes me think of cheap romance novels- not brave female role models. wilma is perfect for this role- she has retirement income, as well as private funds from painting, which are nearly immune from economic pressure from the opposition- someone like myself, whose livelihood depends on public goodwill, could easily be bankrupted by those who dislike my opinion on alcohol sales. further, wilma has no children nor spouse, who can also be subjected to public riducule/personal attacks based on wilma's actions. presumably she isn't worried about getting kicked out of her church.......an aside- when i bought the restaurant, i was told by a co-worker that i would probably be kicked out of my church if i allowed customers to bring in their own alcohol or if i eventually sold it myself in the event of a successful wet-dry vote. i replied that i would simply rename the place cana- as in the wedding at can where jesus turned water into wine- and let the opposition throw the first stone........i run into people from my church at the liquor barn - so i am clearly not the only one in my congregation, nor in my sunday school class who imbibes....
so back to wilma, she has many connections, with many subgroups in danville- the intellecutals, the college, the artistic, the librarians/teachers, the gentry- i can see her getting the signatures by august, and getting this thing on the ballot by november. where do i sign., wilma?
so back to wilma, she has many connections, with many subgroups in danville- the intellecutals, the college, the artistic, the librarians/teachers, the gentry- i can see her getting the signatures by august, and getting this thing on the ballot by november. where do i sign., wilma?
Friday, June 21, 2002
ok, so mean mamma has had a revelation about cable television, cellphones and other techy stuff. if mean mamma wasn;'t quite so mean, she would backoff on this lifetime cable tv ban and be watching us-germany on espn instead of blogging at this very moment. not that i am a soccer hooligan, but i like to watch on occassion. on the other hand, mean mamma is now paying for 3 family talk phones- which means that mean mamma has a deep need for communication/opportunity for human contact in emergencies- and is much more willing to pay for that than for mere entertainment. paying for cable tv will not get you a tow truck when your car is broken down soemwhere. i will just have to read about this landmark soccer game in the paper tomorrow morning.......the paer only costs 50cents........
Thursday, June 20, 2002
ok, so i like to reread books- mostly because i am an impatient reader the first go-round, and read books through quickly to see what happens in the plot line. the second and subsequent readings are get the finer points of plot development that i missed while finding out what happens in book. this week i dug up sylvia plath's the bell jar- a book about the poet's dip into madness while she was in college- not to be confused with her dip into madness as an adult mother just before she killed herself. the bell jar reminds me of catcher in the rye- for its first person narrative as well as for its strung out and acutely described late-night outings in new york city. in each book there is a feeling that the madness involved was a coping mechanism- that the madness was somehow the only option for the hero/heroine. in the bell jar there is a poignant scene where upon the heroine is standing nearly naked in her hotel room window throwing her ill-fitting but newly purchased clothing out of the window- one piece at a time. it is something that only a madwoman would do- throw new clothes out the window- 'sane' women hold onto them whether they fit or not until the closet just cannot contain them anymore. the heroine seems the sort of woman who is compliant to the will of others about what she should be doing with her college career, her time in nyc, her choice of boyfriend and her life in general. i see this book as a handbook for independent minded women if only to show them what NOT to do. next i think i will dig up catcher in the rye, and see how h. caufield's madness compares.......
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
ok, so i have to report on something really funny that tompoland said to me last night at the potluck after the twinkie run. we were contemplating the big urn of artificial flowers that the church had outside its front door- int he summer when real flowers could actually grow- mind you- and tom started commenting about how they (the church) could probably add to their collection by going to yard sales- that there were usually a great assortment of artificial flowers at yard sales, and don't their colors seem to improve with age? he then digressed into a concept idea for an exhibit at the smithsonian- there hasn't been a definitive display of these american icons at the smithsonian- maybe he would start his own collection and then donate them to the smithsonian and be the curator-
like most funny episodes, you really had to be there. but the thread throughout his rant/monologue is worth retelling and rehashing. there is a house on gwinn island road that used to have fake flowers in its window boxes 24/7 and 12 months out of the year- like the neighbors wouldn't be fooled by geraniums peaking out of a blanket of snow. the cemetary in burgin has a large sign posted at the gate- no artificial flowers- yet each grave is adorned with a walmart-grade array of red, white and blue blooms. in europe, graves have their own mini-garden in front, with real petunias, marigolds, and geraniums in season, and ground covers the rest of the year. a brief note to my own family- no fake flowers near my urn when i am gone......please.........maybe just a genuine single orchid.........
when we bought the restaurant we carried out garbage bag after bag of fake greenery- the space had been a shrine to unreality when it came to silk flowers and vines. people still comment on how our decor was more charming then.....
these summer days, when i work long hours and have such little personal time, i relish my early morning hours on the deck, with all of my pots of marigolds, herbs, petunias, geraniums, etc- i sit at the table, with a tablecloth, mind you, and read the paper, with my coffee, and take in the sweet serenity of the flowers along with the lake, the birds, and my dogs wanting in the house. the cat is much more vocal- she won't stop caterwalling until the is let into the house. the dogs are content to just sit under the table until i am ready to go in the house....the scene just wouldn't be the same with 26 pots of silk greenery- they don't need watering and the heat can't kill them, but they have no fresh scent, have no buds to watch until they open, and little to offer in terms of enjoyment. enough said.......mean mamma's quiet morning timeis over and she has to go to work.
like most funny episodes, you really had to be there. but the thread throughout his rant/monologue is worth retelling and rehashing. there is a house on gwinn island road that used to have fake flowers in its window boxes 24/7 and 12 months out of the year- like the neighbors wouldn't be fooled by geraniums peaking out of a blanket of snow. the cemetary in burgin has a large sign posted at the gate- no artificial flowers- yet each grave is adorned with a walmart-grade array of red, white and blue blooms. in europe, graves have their own mini-garden in front, with real petunias, marigolds, and geraniums in season, and ground covers the rest of the year. a brief note to my own family- no fake flowers near my urn when i am gone......please.........maybe just a genuine single orchid.........
when we bought the restaurant we carried out garbage bag after bag of fake greenery- the space had been a shrine to unreality when it came to silk flowers and vines. people still comment on how our decor was more charming then.....
these summer days, when i work long hours and have such little personal time, i relish my early morning hours on the deck, with all of my pots of marigolds, herbs, petunias, geraniums, etc- i sit at the table, with a tablecloth, mind you, and read the paper, with my coffee, and take in the sweet serenity of the flowers along with the lake, the birds, and my dogs wanting in the house. the cat is much more vocal- she won't stop caterwalling until the is let into the house. the dogs are content to just sit under the table until i am ready to go in the house....the scene just wouldn't be the same with 26 pots of silk greenery- they don't need watering and the heat can't kill them, but they have no fresh scent, have no buds to watch until they open, and little to offer in terms of enjoyment. enough said.......mean mamma's quiet morning timeis over and she has to go to work.
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
ok, so mean mamma has had a wicked witch experience. tonight was the 20th annual twinkie run out buster pike north of town- the twinkie is a concept event- you, or you and a partner, estimate your time for a 6.2 mile run, and then you run without a watch. the person or team who comes closest to the estimated time wins......the event is always in min june, on the hottest day of the year, when i have no interest in walking let alone running. i have partnered with ernst in the past, but this year i opted to ride a bike as cayle's chaperone. ernst lent me his mother's raleigh 3-speed, which is an upright model with a basket. i kept hearing miss gulch's theme music as i rode that bike down the road-if only i had her outfit and her nose........not that htis image has anything to do with my feelings for my departed mother-in-law- but the bike is certainly wizard of oz caliber.......
ok, so i have become nostaligic for watergate, the scandal of my youth. yesterday marked the 30th anniversary of the watergate breakin, and the beginning of the end for tricky dick nixon and his cronies. no matter what maybe said about bill and monica- a few private sexual acts simply do not compare with the likes of ambitious, paranoid dick nixon- his enemies lists, his surveilience of said enemies, his harassment of said enemies (irs audits, etc), and of, course, the breakin at the headquarters of the democratic national committee. nixon wanted to be reelected so badly that he put all decency aside to make it happen. i have enjoyed the recent flood of speculation on the identity of deep throat- the inside source for the washington post who broke the story of the connection between the white house and the watergate breakin- and followed the story until nixon resigned. some have narrowed the list to include pat buchannan, who was working in the white house at the time. some say that woodward and berstein made him up. of course, deep throat could be a woman- i would like to think that someone in nixon's own family had some moral fiber and used the role as anonymous source to make things right. no matter, we will not find out the identity until the person in question passes away, which could be years.
Sunday, June 16, 2002
ok, so no matter where i went this band festival weekend, the big question was about the police raid- were you there, and what really happened? the tale is that people actually drove down from cincinnati to the antique show to based on what they heard on npr about the incident- no one can quite fathom that there are places in america that are not free to buy or sell alcohol- they can sell guns, and cigs but no beer or wine or worse,.......we just can't be trusted with the stuff. of course, i was offered a beer within 5 minutes of arriving at the picnic on saturday night (9:15 pm after we finally finished up at the restaurant), but the host poured it into a plastic cup to be on the safe side......the lunch crowd was much thinner on sunday than on saturday, so we closed at 2:00 and were home by 4:00. it felt like the 24 hours at LeMans, the race that is constant on a closed course- it just goes until it is over.
one comment on some of the sights- i saw an older couple walking down our little street- wearing matching pants, shirts, hats, and binoculars- if ernst and i ever get to the point of wearing identical clothes, then my children have full rights to have us declared incompetent..........
one comment on some of the sights- i saw an older couple walking down our little street- wearing matching pants, shirts, hats, and binoculars- if ernst and i ever get to the point of wearing identical clothes, then my children have full rights to have us declared incompetent..........
Friday, June 14, 2002
ok, so our big catering job last night was marred by a police raid.......3 undercover cops looking for illegal service of alcohol in a dry county. luckily, we brought only virgin daquiris and marguiritas, but some local idiots went home and brought their own alcohol back to the party when they discovered that the party was 'dry'- and of course they were found out when the police started checking every glass. the police tried to impound every dollar brought in by the fundraising event (for heart of danville) - it could get pretty ugly considering that the city manager tells us that we have a case for harassment in that they went through all; of our catering supplies looking for alcohol without a search warrant.....i was so embarassed that this happened at the antique show preview party with all of those out-of-town dealers- the whole affair made danville look like hickville.
Thursday, June 13, 2002
ok, so today is our 21st wedding anniversary. where has the time gone.........? today is much like the day we married- rainy and dismal- rather ironic that we have sustained many dismal days through grad school, parenting, and job changes with mostly smiles on our faces and happy hearts. ernst brought flowers and a card to the restaurant this morning- we will have our champagne some other day because i am catering tonight, and working the weekend here due to the band festival. tomorrow morning we plan to celebrate andrew's 18th birthday over an early breakfast- i can't believe that it was 18 years since he was a tiny baby- oh my.......
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
ok, so we are starting to get the really crazy people on the phone at the restaurant this week. the first call of the day was a woman who wanted the name of our source for dry ice. 'you don't use dry ice in catering?' she asked incredulously. 'no. we use regular wet ice.....' i couldn't even tell her where she could begin to look for dry ice, either. then we got a call from ohio asking if we could deliver lunches and suppers to her mother in union, ky. i assured her that union is nowhere near here, at least not in a 40 mile radius, and suggested that she get out her map and try to find a closer restaurant. she woman seemed somewhat miffed that we weren't willing to go that far afield to deliver lunch.....then we go the call from a woman who wanted my assurance that if she made a supper reservation for saturday night of the band festival that she would have a guarenteed place to park outside the restaurant. i assured her that by saturday night not even i would be guaranteed a place to park. she seemed kind of miffed, like someone couldn't just stand in a spot and hold it for her.........then we got a call from someone asking if we are hiring. ' not hiring? well who IS hiring? who else besides cracker barrel? you don't know? well why not?' then we had the unfortunate conversation with a woman who had booked a lunch and supper for today , from a major financial advising company, to drum up investment business. jerry called her to get a menu and an updated head count, and the woman insisted that she had already spoken to a gentleman on friday with all of the info. jerry insisted that he had not spoken to her on friday, and she started to get testy- and said ' you told me that your specialties were country ham and fried chicken. jerry replied that neither of those are our specialties, and could she have been mistaken on who she called. oh,no, the woman said, i have it all written down- i talked to _____at beaumont inn on friday......well there is your problem, you didn't book your meeting at the beaumont inn........needless to say, she is having her meeting at the beaumont inn....now if this company manages money like it arranges meetings, then i pity any who attend and/or sign on for their services. of course, if she actually sent out the invites to our place rather than beaumont, it could be very funny today around noon........
Monday, June 10, 2002
ok, so this morning on npr john feinstein commented on the plethora of major sporting events that took place this weekend- the tyson fight, the nba finals, the french open, the world cup, the stanley cup, the belmont/triple crown. of these mean mamma only watched the belmont stakes, of which coverage lasts 1 hour for a race that lasts only 2-3 minutes at most. i was disappointed that war emblem couldn't pull off a victory- racing and breeding in ky could have used that boost to ratings.
i was most disappointed that i wasn't able to watch either the men's or women's finals from french open. i have walked by the roland garros stade in paris- on the way to jardin bagatelle- and i am fascinated by the game. of course, mean mamma has neither the talent nor the fitness, nor the eye-hand coordination to play the game, but she has always enjoyed watching others play the game. those williams sisters are astounding athletes- though i would have liked to see j. capriati win another grand slam event. i was on my way to frankfort while that match was being played, and i was at church while the men's final was played.
the other sporting events are either of no interest whatsoever (nab,stanley cup, tyson) or unaccessible (world cup) due to lack of cable tv. one of mamma's true meannesses is her determination to not have cable tv. she feels that having cable just encourages people to watch tv- lots of mindless television watching- and she doesn't feel that she needs to pay for such a mindless pursuit. this week, she will celebrate 21 years of cable-free marriage, by the way. those offspring who feel the need to watch cable programs, of course, can walk up the street to grandma's house, where satelite programming is available, and probably utilized 24/7. yea,yea,yea, so i have never watched sex in the city, or 6 feet under, but i have read a lot of books lately.......
i was most disappointed that i wasn't able to watch either the men's or women's finals from french open. i have walked by the roland garros stade in paris- on the way to jardin bagatelle- and i am fascinated by the game. of course, mean mamma has neither the talent nor the fitness, nor the eye-hand coordination to play the game, but she has always enjoyed watching others play the game. those williams sisters are astounding athletes- though i would have liked to see j. capriati win another grand slam event. i was on my way to frankfort while that match was being played, and i was at church while the men's final was played.
the other sporting events are either of no interest whatsoever (nab,stanley cup, tyson) or unaccessible (world cup) due to lack of cable tv. one of mamma's true meannesses is her determination to not have cable tv. she feels that having cable just encourages people to watch tv- lots of mindless television watching- and she doesn't feel that she needs to pay for such a mindless pursuit. this week, she will celebrate 21 years of cable-free marriage, by the way. those offspring who feel the need to watch cable programs, of course, can walk up the street to grandma's house, where satelite programming is available, and probably utilized 24/7. yea,yea,yea, so i have never watched sex in the city, or 6 feet under, but i have read a lot of books lately.......
Sunday, June 09, 2002
ok, so i recieved a funny story about a celeb sighting from mommy's friend beth (not to be confused with mommy's friend jane....) who lives in san francisco- i have deftly cut and pasted it below.....
On an odd note--I had dinner with Elvis Costello and Wavy Gravy a few weeks ago. Well-- they were at the next table and I failed to recognize them until they were leaving and to top that I recognized Wavy Gravy and missed the entire Elvis Costello opportunity. It would have been fun to have paid attention. I was deeply engrossed in conversation with my Mom friends about the long showers our sons take. Perhaps they were listening to the Moms at the next table! Somehow I doubt it. But worth a chuckle.
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ok, so i have never heard of wavy gravy, and had to ask my children. i have heard of elvis costello- my friend rachel really likes that elvis, but she is in italy right now and cannot fully appreciate this 2nd or 3rd degree of separation to elvis thanks to mommy's friend beth.
On an odd note--I had dinner with Elvis Costello and Wavy Gravy a few weeks ago. Well-- they were at the next table and I failed to recognize them until they were leaving and to top that I recognized Wavy Gravy and missed the entire Elvis Costello opportunity. It would have been fun to have paid attention. I was deeply engrossed in conversation with my Mom friends about the long showers our sons take. Perhaps they were listening to the Moms at the next table! Somehow I doubt it. But worth a chuckle.
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ok, so i have never heard of wavy gravy, and had to ask my children. i have heard of elvis costello- my friend rachel really likes that elvis, but she is in italy right now and cannot fully appreciate this 2nd or 3rd degree of separation to elvis thanks to mommy's friend beth.
Saturday, June 08, 2002
ok, so mean mamma has to clean her house this weekend!!! i have invited a dietetic intern from vanderbilt to visit the restaurant for 2 days next week- and also invited her to stay with us. she read about me in the eleusis, the alumnae magazine of chi omega sorority- and called me up one day. she is from austin, texas, and sounds very blond on the phone. she wants to have her own restaurant one day, maybe i can talk her out of it........
i am leving shortly for work- we are catering at the ky herb society festival in frankfort, with a lovely box lunch that includes mediterrean chicken in a vegetable-stuffed pita, minted fruit, and a lavender lemon bar. i hope i have enough stuff to make 200 box lunches, but i may not have enough fruit to go round, when we run out we come home, so either way is fine with me.....
i am leving shortly for work- we are catering at the ky herb society festival in frankfort, with a lovely box lunch that includes mediterrean chicken in a vegetable-stuffed pita, minted fruit, and a lavender lemon bar. i hope i have enough stuff to make 200 box lunches, but i may not have enough fruit to go round, when we run out we come home, so either way is fine with me.....
Friday, June 07, 2002
ok, so i am enjoying the letter-to-the-editor debate over the ten commandments and the bible vs. the state. the letter yesterday from a guy from harrodsburg was pretty good (not as good as rachel's but right up there). he pointed out that the woman who wrote the inflammatory letter that started the debate was completely clueless about the origins of the pilgrims, the us consitution, etc. neither the ten commandments nor the bible is mentioned in any way in the constitution- and the first ammendment clearly states that the us government cannot force religion upon its citizens- this woman, and many like her, wish to force their religion on us. speaking as a christian, i am personally offended when other 'christians' seem to think that God speaks only to them, and that somehow they and their take on God's message is the only way that it can be understood. this country was built on religious freedom- and that means freedom from having to deal with the religion of others in public places like schools, courthouses, etc. the irony of it all is- if prayer was allowed in school, it would have to rotate between all of the religions represented in america- protestant, jew, catholic, greek orthodox, hindi, islam, native american, buddhist. etc. i would get of kick out of seeing the religious fanatics having to deal with a moment of zen meditation on every third thursday when the zen buddhists had their turn.........
Thursday, June 06, 2002
ok, so mean mamma dislikes being portrayed as mean unfairly. last night, cayle ate supper with the neighbors, as they were going to take her to swim practice with their daughter, and i was supposed to pick them both up and bring them home afterwards. plans changed when i realized that i would have to go into town anyway (to drop off stephan), so i offered to take them to practice and the neighbor would pick them up. on the way to town, cayle told stephan about all she had eaten for supper- mac and cheese, green beans, apples, carrots, etc- later that evening, when ernst got home from biking, he asked cayle what she had eaten for supper. she told him that i had refused to feed her supper. thankfully stephan reminded her that she had already eaten supper with the neighbors, and that it was mean to lie to try to get a second meal. cayle contended that she had only had a little snack........that girl would eat 24/7 if allowed to do so
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
ok, so i forgot to watch bachelorettes in alaska. i don't remeber if i watched anything instead, or simply didn't watch tv at all that day- but i missed the landmark event- the bottom to which tv has sunk thusfar. i cannot think of alaska's rugged male popluation without thinking about the oldest son in Malcom in the Middle and his miserable experience in alaska working in a logging camp. malcom is a breath of fresh air to otherwise stale sitcoms- just outrageous enough to be funny week after week, but not so much that i cannot believe that it could happen in real life. so in malcom's alaska scenario, the rugged males in alaska tend to be losers from the bottom 48- these men may be desparate for female companionship, but that doesn't mean that they are worth the effort to snare one. do they vote them out of the state, or am i confusing this silly show with another similalry vapid production on another channel?
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
on the blogger home page, there was a blurb aimed at a select crowd of bloggers- if you blog in nyc, put yourself on our map. does this mean that you would plot in your exact location, say at the corner of 33rd and vine (surely not real nyc city streets) would armed paratroupers arrive when govt censors become animosed when the content starts to resemble ozzy osborne's home life. or is so bloggers can reach out and touch somebody's hand, and make this world a better place, if we can........either way, i like the anonymity of the blog format, and will not plot my global location, thank you very much.
Sunday, June 02, 2002
ok, so i really am just mean. today we didn't get a danville sunday paper (it is 6/2/02 and i proably failed to pay for the subscription to be extended past may.......) so i got dressed and walked up to my mother's mailbox and 'borrowed' her paper. she doesn't read it until after church, and she will be coming down here for lunch- doesn't that justfiy petty larceny? i hate to go to church without reading the paper- i feel so out of touch. this morning was perfect for paper-reading- dry, quite warm, with a freshly scented wisp of a breeze. none of your blow-away-the-paper- breezes, mind you. my sunday paper reading is always alone- as ernst rides his bike with friends on sundays and none of the children get up this early.......
Saturday, June 01, 2002
ok, so i was piqued by the letter to the editor section of the paper yesterday, both with the quasichristian letter (quasi because she is quite ill-informed about her church history and it is her duty as a christian to become informed.....)and for the letter about the alzheimer's patient arrested in savealot for eating a 50 cent candy bar. i shop at savealot for the restaurant for such sundries as oyster crackers and canned kidney beans. it is close to the restaurant when we run out of homemade bread during lunch. the manager is always very nice to me, as are some of the checkout clerks. however, there are also some checkout clerks who haven't got 'a lick of sense'. the store manager is off on thursdays- i can only hope that this incident happened on her day off, and that one of the nitwits was responsible. it is also possible that the store has a black and white policy on shoplifting- with no clause for mitigating circumstances like senility. the idea of shopping there leaves a bad taste in my mouth- but i would hate to see that store close because it is the only grocery left in danville that is within walking distance to people like those who live in the apartment building next to trc, or walnut street apartments, etc. i would not be surprised if savelot is boycotted by those who know this woman, or know of this incident. either way, there will be no happy ending.
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