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Getting Older (or How I Learned to Love Dramamine!) June 2, 2010

Growing up as the oldest of six kids, I used to love car trips. Since we were such a large family, our vehicle of choice was usually a full-sized station wagon. One of the wagons my parents owned had a ‘secret seat’ in the back andmy siblings and I would fight over who got to sit there. Usually, my sister Felicia and I won because we were the oldest two. Traveling by car was totally fun, and I never had to worry about motion sickness. I used to be able to read in the car for hours…LOL! I suffered no ill effects whatsoever. ūüôā

Unfortunately, that has changed dramatically over the past ten years or so. I find it difficult to travel by car, especially if I am in the back seat. I start looking like Mr. Spock (minus the pointy ears) and my stomach feels like it has spent several weeks in space walk training. I used to just tough it out and pray that we would stop often. When that that didn’t work, I started using that popular motion sickness remedy Dramamine. Dramamine works like a charm, but I think it works so well because it makes me drowsy as hell and I end up sleeping through the trip…what a bummer!

I just saw a giveaway promotion on milkandcuddles.com [http://milkandcuddles.com/2010/06/30-itunes-certificate-psi-bands-giveaway/] that I am so excited about! The giveaway includes a set of Psi bands as well as a $30 iTunes card.

According to their website: Psi Bands are drug-free wrist bands for the relief of nausea most commonly caused by morning sickness (pregnancy), motion sickness/travel, chemotherapy, and anesthesia. And as you can see…they are also super cute!

As you can see from the picture, they are super cute! I would love to have a set so I can enjoy car trips. The iTunes card doesn’t hurt, either. Studies have shown that music can have a positive influence over your mood, physical well being, etc. That card could buy a fair amount of happiness in the form of my fave artists and songs. [Might I offer the following recommendations: RUSH¬†(These¬†3 super-talented guys have a couple of new songs out and they are my all-time faves!); HEM¬†(they did that song in the Liberty Mutual insurance commercials-great band!); Nick Drake (His songs were featured on Serendipity and Garden State soundtracks. LOVE this guy!); Noisettes (saw them featured on Sundance Channel’s Live From Abbey Road program-very cool sound! Very cool program, too! Check it out at www.sundancechannel.com!); and David Gray. Oh, and I think Texas guitar whiz kid Eric Johnson is supposed to have new release, too. Actually, I could make a lot of recommendations, but I guess I will leave that for another blog entry…LOL! My iTunes has some truly eclectic¬†selecions. :-)]¬†That goes along way in relieving motion sickness, too…LOL!

Yeah, getting older really sucks sometimes, BUT the perks are sometimes worth it, especially if you happen to win something for your pains! Now, if I could only win RUSH tix for their tour this summer…hhhmmmmmmm…

Psi anti-nausea bands

 

For the love of the game… March 22, 2010

For as long as I can remember, I have loved baseball. I don’t know why, really. I have no athletic ability whatsoever…LOL! I have that same feeling that is displayed so ably and touchingly by Kevin Costner in his baseball trilogy of movies [Bull Durham, Field of Dreams, and For the Love of the Game]. I guess there is something satisfying in hearing the crack of bat against ball and racing against time (and opponents) to score. I love watching games on TV and/or listening to them on the radio, but I am happiest when I can attend games in person. I love the sights, smells and sounds of the ballpark. When I can’t attend in person or watch on TV, I listen to the games via that most blessed tool, the internet. It gives me a sense of history to listen to games and imagine the action on the field, much as I suspect fans did before the advent of television.

I have been a fan of the Texas Rangers since they moved to Texas after being the Washington Senators for such a long time. I have memories of old players from the 1970s and 1980s, such as Gaylord Perry and Nolan Ryan. My appreciation grew even more in the 1990s and on to today. I have cheered when they have won, especially when they had some awesome seasons. I have cried when they came up short, as they so often have. I still entertain the hope and the wish that they will make it to the World Series and win it.

I love reading about the history of the game and players’ biographies. I absolutely LOVED Ken Burns’ miniseries documentary. In fact, his documentary led to some of my favorite authors and sports writers as well as introducing me to old-school players of which I was not aware, such Buck O’Neill and so many others. Currently, I am finishing reading for a second time ‘The Teammates: A Portrait of Friendship’ by David Halberstam. This was a great read and I would recommend it to anyone. I also thoroughly enjoyed Doris Kearns Goodwin’s memoir, ‘Wait Till Next Year,’ of growing up in the 1950s and rooting for the Brooklyn Dodgers in their quest to finally win the pennant (which they did in 1955 and then moved to Los Angeles).

The spring training is almost over and the regular season will start. As always, I am hoping that the Texas Rangers will have their ‘next year’ THIS year. We’ll see… I will be cheering for them and hoping against hope. ūüôā

 

Teachers That Have Impacted Me August 19, 2009

I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in awhile…had to meet a deadline to get my Fall 2009 catalog to the printer. I have also begun updating my work website. I should actually be doing this now, but my brain seems to be mush. I suppose that is probably true most of the time (Just ask my family, friends and coworkers…LOL!), but it is¬†especially so after working frantically for a few days. My catalog arrived from the printer yesterday and looks great. I just have to distribute it now…woohoo! (P.S. If you want to see it, visit www.communityedclasses.org and click on the icon on the right side of our homepage.)

 

I saw a request on our local newspaper’s website that asked for stories about teachers who made an impact on their students. It got me to thinking, especially after attending my district’s convocation this morning. The featured speakers were Patrick Henry Hughes and his father Patrick John Hughs. If you are a regular viewer of ABC’s Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, these names might sound familiar to you. Patrick Henry was born without eyeballs and with an affliction that prevents him from being able to move his limbs freely and easily. He is unable to walk because of this affliction, so he gets around in a wheelchair. Patrick Henry is now 21 years old and a senior student at the University of Louisville in Kentucky. He is pursuing a degree in Spanish. One of the remarkable things about Patrick Henry is that he is musically gifted; he plays piano and trumpet beautifully and sings well, also. After he graduated from high school and entered U of L, the band director invited him to join the U of L marching band. As he himself pointed out, his mobility comes from a wheelchair; how in the world would he march??!! This is where his father Patrick John comes in. He attends school with his son as well as marching band rehearsals; for half-time shows, he pushes his son around on the field. How cool is that? A number of people wrote to ABC to nominate the Hughes family for a home makeover, and they were selected. Not only did they get¬†a beautiful new home, easily accessible by Patrick Henry, but ABC also renovated the U of L practice field to make it easier for the Hughes to maneuver on it. [To watch this episode online, click here: http://beta.abc.go.com/shows/extreme-makeover-home-edition/episode-guide/hughes-family/79659.]

 

Another remarkable trait of Patrick Henry is that he feels his lack of eyesight and ability to walk is ‘no big deal.’ It has not hindered his education or life. He has recorded a CD, published a book (I Am Potential published by De Capo Lifelong Books and available at http://iampotentialbook.com/], and travels all over the world, all while still keeping up with school work. He has made only 5 or 6 Bs in his entire education.

 

His parents admitted that they were devastated when he was born, but they adjusted their vision of what they hoped his life would be. He has definitely NOT disappointed them. He hopes to become a Spanish translator and eventually embassador to a Spanish-speaking country. If that doesn’t happen, he wants to host his own game show, “Stash of Cash.” He has never complained about his situation or his condition, and he has not let it stand in his way. Of course, it helps that his parents and his two brothers are willing to sacrifice so much for him to be the person he is.

 

As I listened to his father and him speak, they constantly thanked the wonderful teachers Patrick Henry had all throughout his education. His parents made the decision to mainstream him into regular classrooms because they felt he had the ability to excel.  This so true of the majority of teachers I have had throughout my life. The following is a tribute to my favourite classroom teachers.

 

I am the proud product of the Mesquite Independent School district. I attended Rutherford Elementary, Agnew Middle and Mesquite High schools from 1971-1984. With very few exceptions, I enjoyed the teachers I had along the way. However, several teachers stand out for me and bring back fond memories ‚Äď Norma McConathy, Dr. Bill Sefzik, brothers Darryl and David Dearing, Jimmy Jones, and last but definitely NOT least, Darla and Wayne Hodgson.

 

Norma McConathy was my fourth grade teacher at Rutherford Elementary. She was such an interesting person and an awesome teacher. She owned an unusual pet named Clyde. Clyde was a boa constrictor, and Mrs. McConathy would bring him to school occasionally; that was always fun. She also made learning fun by incorporating different activities into our school day. She had this book of holidays from around the world, and we would discuss something new nearly every day. For Chinese New Year, we constructed a dragon and made paper Chinese lanterns. It took weeks to construct this dragon out of a corrugated cardboard box, those curlicue packing peanuts and tempera paints. We received special permission to parade up and down the hallways so other classes could see what we had done. Mrs. McConathy was also huge fan of the original Star Trek television series. I was not a big fan of that show until fourth grade; Dad always watched it and I could never understand why. If you did not want to do work, all you had to do was to mention Star Trek and Mrs. McConathy would take off like a rocket (no pun intended). She could discuss that show for hours, and she had even constructed models of the ships featured in each episode. The models hung from the ceiling in a corner of the classroom. Besides helping me to become a lifelong Trekkie, she also gave me an appreciation for other cultures. Sadly, Mrs. McConathy passed away a number of years ago. My prayer is that she is converting angels into Trekkies, too.

 

Dr. Bill Sefzik started his career with the MISD when I entered the fifth grade. He was a new teacher and he was so full of ideas that were so outside the box. I must admit that I was a lazy student all the way through school. I did try a little harder in his class, though. We started learning history in fifth grade, and he made it come alive for his class. We did not just memorize dates; we learned about what actually occurred on those dates. We also learned a bit about the back-story of those events and why they were so historically important. Dr. Sefzik also wanted to ensure that we succeeded in math skills. His solution was that if we did exactly what we were supposed Monday through Thursday, we would get to have some fun on Fridays by playing Math Football or Math Baseball. He would draw the field on the blackboard, and divide us into teams. Questions were asked, and depending on the difficulty as well as whether or not it was answered correctly, each team would gain yards or score base hits and points would be awarded. Dr. Sefzik was also interested in encouraging us to write. To that end, he would give us a creative writing assignment once a week. He would propose a topic or an idea, and we would have to write. I actually loved doing those assignments because I have a very fertile imagination. As a reward, he organized kickball tournaments with the other fifth grade classes. These were so much fun although I have no athletic ability whatsoever. It was a welcome break from the same old classroom routine. Because I had Dr. Sefzik, I gained a deep appreciation for history and I was not scared to complete writing assignments. I still have difficulty in math, but I had fun trying to learn. Dr. Sefzik is still part of the MISD; he currently is principal at Kimball Elementary.

 

Brothers Darryl and David Dearing bring back many fond memories from sixth grade through my freshman or sophomore year of high school. Jimmy Jones brings back fond memories for the rest of high school. David was the orchestra director of Agnew Middle School, and Darryl filled the same position at Mesquite High School. David came to Rutherford to talk about orchestra at the beginning of my sixth grade year. I told my mother about it, and about how I wanted to play violin. From that point forward, my love of music grew exponentially. David would come to Rutherford twice a week, and I would get to skip P.E. to learn how to play my beloved violin. Although I have no natural rhythmic abilities (and so some people tell me, I probably am tone deaf), I did okay. David became my full-time instructor when I entered Agnew Middle School. Darryl would come over and help his brother out, especially when preparing for contests and concerts. They both had great senses of humor, and they were both excellent teachers. Darryl worked with me on my solo for contest. They weren‚Äôt always the most patient of teachers but it was obvious that they loved teaching and working with kids. David actually helped me get my first ‚Äėreal‚Äô job. I was a beginning violin teacher at Norris Family Music the summer between my freshman and sophomore years. I had a lot of fun teaching both kids and adults.

 

When the Dearing brothers left the MISD, our orchestra was taken over by Jimmy Jones. Mr. Jones was an unknown quantity because we did not know him. We did not know from where he came, and we did not know his teaching style. If my memory is correct, he and his wife came from Temple, Texas. Mind you, this was around the time that the infamous Guyana tragedy occurred, and as our director shared the same name as the leader of that cult, we thought it would be funny to tease our new director by giving him Kool-Aid. He immediately put a stop to that kind of teasing and let us know he meant business. We did eventually discover he had a wonderful sense of humor and he really did care about his students. His wife was also an orchestra teacher, and she would often help in class, too. They were a lovely couple and eager to teach all they knew about music. They both would give us the back-story on composers and the history of particular pieces of music. During my junior year, our orchestra took a trip to Corpus Christi to participate in a music festival. We stayed in Port Aransas on Mustang Island. One night, we headed to the beach, and built a small campfire. As a joke, Mr. Jones wore a rainbow-colored umbrella hat. Beach Patrol came by and visited us to tell us that fires on the beach were illegal. I cannot tell you how quickly that umbrella hat disappeared when Beach Patrol pulled up. Mr. Jones also let students hang out in his office in the mornings before the first bell rang. We would talk about all sorts of topics, listen to the radio or practice. All three of these men gave of themselves and their time rather freely. Their care and fondness for helping students succeed was obvious. On a personal note, they all gave me a deep love of music, and the freedom to enjoy so many different genres of music. To this day, whenever I hear Smetana’s Themes from The Moldau, a Willie Nelson song or Soul Strings, I smile because it makes me think of these men and their impact on me. Unfortunately, I do not know where these teachers are today. I wish I did, though.

 

Darla and Wayne Hodgson are very special and dear to my heart. Mrs. Hodgson was my speech and debate coach in high school. Her husband, Wayne, was a teacher at Agnew Middle School. When I was in seventh grade, the speech class performed for the student body. That looked like a lot of fun, so I wanted to sign up for speech in eighth grade. Sadly, that class was removed from the curriculum. I had to wait until my sophomore year in high school. Mrs. and Mr. Hodgson just were not your typical teachers. By that, I mean that they didn’t just teach from 8:30a to 3:30p. They spent a lot of extra time before and after school with their students. They didn’t impart education just on speech and debate, either. They imparted lessons on life. We spent a lot of time together to prepare for speech and debate tournaments. They both helped us to rehearse speeches and sharpen our debating skills. They also helped us to improve on our research skills so we could be as prepared as well as we could. They transported us back and forth to tournaments, and in my senior year, helped organize our parents as speech/debate boosters. We could talk to them about anything, and they would lend a shoulder to cry on, helping hand, gentle discipline, etc. They both had wonderful senses of humor as well as gentle, kind and patient natures. It is because of their care, love and coaching that I am reasonably comfortable in speaking in front of groups. I can even speak extemporaneously when needed because they gave me the freedom to be interested in a variety of topics. They helped me to become well read and to understand current events. They also taught me how to be empathetic and to treat others as well as I would like to be treated. Sadly, I lost contact with them a few years after I graduated.

 

The majority of my teachers were excellent, but these particular individuals stand out in my memory. They all share one common trait ‚Äď the ability to think outside the box and find new ways to motivate their students to be the best they could possibly be. My life is richer for having known them and being good examples. I cannot imagine what I would be like if I had not had the honor and pleasure of knowing them. My wish and hope is that all students everywhere have even one teacher that can be half of what these teachers were to me. Once I pass college algebra, I plan to become a teacher and hopefully follow their example. To Mrs. McConathy, Dr. Sefzik, the brothers Dearing, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, and Mr. and Mrs. Hodgson, I offer my most humble and sincere thanks and gratitude. I am sure I probably did not show my appreciation back then, but I hope that some way, somehow they know how much they meant to me.

 

I have been blessed and fortunate to receive the benefit of a number of teachers in my life, and not all of them have been classroom teachers. First and foremost on this list is my parents. I have learned so much throughout the years, and I continue to learn from them. I have also been blessed with four sisters and one brother from whom I have learned. There are almost 16 grandkids/nieces and nephews (At this time, the 16th has not been born yet; she will arrive on 25 Aug 09.) and I am continually amazed at what they know and how they impart that knowledge. One of these grandkids is my own son. I also have a wonderful group of friends that have taught me many things over the years of their friendship. In the course of my job and volunteer activities, I have learned more than a few lessons. Watching programs such as Extreme Makeover: Home Edition has taught me many things. Last, but most definitely NOT LEAST, God is also my teacher. His life is an example of how to live, and His book contains the guidelines for following in His footsteps.

 

Education is such a resonant¬†concept for me; I work for our local community education department of our local school district. I constantly read and do research to education myself. I pay attention to current events and how they impact our lives. If you know me well, you have heard me say this on more than one occasion, “The day is wasted if you have not learned at least one new thing.” I strongly believe that and try to hold true to that concept.

 

I am sorry this post is so lengthy this time. Perhaps, it makes up for not posting for over a week. ūüôā

 

How did you get that gig, anyway? August 2, 2009

Have you ever wondered how certain individuals get certain gigs? I certainly have…This morning, I woke up, grabbed a cup of coffee and turned on one of my all-time favourite programs, Texas Country Reporter. In Dallas, it comes on at 10:00a on Channel 27, and nationally, reruns are aired on RFD TV (‘Rural America’s most important network’) at 10:30a (and other times, too). I have been watching Mr. Phillips when his program started out as 4-Country Reporter, I think, around 1972 or 1973. He travels around Texas to do profiles on various people, events, etc. that are interesting, weird, heart-touching, thoughtful, unusual, or all of the above.

 

Sorry, I digress…I was watching his show this morning, which featured a guy who restores old license plates, a bait-seller (on the Lake O’ the Pines in East Texas)/poet, a band director who plays songs on a turkey baster (yes, you have read that¬†correctly – a turkey baster)¬†and a couple of other stories…As I was watching, a thought popped into my head – “How did he get a gig like that?” Another thought popped in after that one, “Where does he find these people?” Actually, I have wondered this about Mr. Phillips for a long time. His is quite an interesting job. He has definitely talked to some seriously unusual people!

 

As I am a big fan of NASCAR, after Texas Country Reporter, I flipped the station to Speed Channel. I had seen on ESPN a day or two ago that qualifying had been rained out, so I was hoping the race at Pocono would not be rained out as well. I love watching John Roberts, Jimmy Spencer, Kenny Wallace, Hermie Sadler and Wendy Venturini on Speed Channel’s NASCAR RaceDay. I have often¬†wondered how Wendy got her gig as pit reporter. Unfortunately, it is still somewhat rare to see a female sportscaster or reporter. Ms. Venturini has been doing an excellent job for the past several years, and man, would I LOVE to trade jobs with her! I have loved car racing since I was old enough to watch the Indy 500 every year. I have been a fan of NASCAR for the past 20 years or so…ever since I watched Dale Earnhardt, Sr. bump and grind his way to all his Cup championships.

 

I would have loved to have been a sports jounalist/on-air personality like Wendy Venturini, Susie Kolber from ESPN or Jillian Barbieri. How in the world did they end up doing what they do?? I love sports in general, and particular ones, hockey, auto racing, baseball, especially. I like to think that I could have been a good sportscaster even though I am a woman. I also like to think that I could have Bob Phillips’ job in a heartbeat if I could operate a camera…I can certainly talk with people and take notes.

 

These are only a couple of examples; the world is filled with even more. How do taste-testers get started, or recipe testers? How do you get a gig as a traffic reporter? Who do you have to know to become a sports arena broadcaster? I guess it’s just one of those quirky things that occupy my mind sometimes. Perhaps, one day I will have some answers.

 

The Joy of Facebook! July 31, 2009

Social networking….is that something that strikes fear into your very heart? I used to be fearful…worried about pervs trying to get to me; annoying people who think they know all; etc., etc. I grudgingly set up a MySpace page and a Facebook page…not too sure about the other social networking sites.

 

Since I have set up my Facebook page, I have been seriously amazed at all the old (not age old…okay, maybe so…LOL) classmates I have found…some of them going all the way back to kindergarten. It is just hysterical. I have even been brave enough and bold enough to tell several high school classmates that I had crushes in high school. Holy cow! Of course, I am not sure I would have been bold enough to do so in person…maybe, maybe not.

 

The thing about technology is that despite its seeming impersonalness (is that even a word?), it allows everyone to connect with everyone else, even when they are miles apart. Keeping in touch can be done at our convenience without regard to time zones, schedules, postage rates, etc. We can laugh at ourselves and our contacts, but no one is the wiser. We can share memories and lives, bad times and good, inane and important events, etc. Sure, a lot of the comments are silly, but it breaks the monotony of our existence. It also crosses the boundaries of break-ups, bad feelings, or whatever because you can choose who you want as your ‘friend’ and how much you want to stay in contact with your ‘friends.’

 

I have actually found people that were extremely important in my life that I thought had been lost forever. How cool is that? It is also seriously cool that I can remember certain things, all because someone made me their ‘friend.’ It may be something I hadn’t thought about for years and years, but a glimpse of a face brings it back just like it happened yesterday.

 

I think the jury might still be out on social networking sites, but in my humble opinion, they are a good thing. It is all about freedom of choice, and like the song says, ‘You can choose not to decide, but you still have made a choice.’ Happy Posting! ūüôā

 

Farewell Zubie! We’ll miss you! July 30, 2009

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Football fanatics weep when a beloved player leaves or retires. I am a hockey fanatic, and I am weeping because free agent Sergei Zubov has signed with SKA St. Petersburg of the KHL league in his native Russia. He was signed as a defenseman for the Dallas Stars for 12 seasons. Prior to that, he was a member of the New York Rangers and had a brief stint as a Pittsburgh Penguin. He helped both teams to win two Stanley Cups in 1994 and 1999. He also took home a gold medal in the 1992 Winter Olympics playing for the Commonwealth of Independent States (after the U.S.S.R. was dissolved).

 

The thing about Zubie is that he has always been underrated. Most of the time, you didn’t know he was around until he zinged the puck away and/or into the net. He was not afraid to get physical, either, although he preferred to play well by positioning himself to get pucks out of tight spots (like in the corners). By all acoounts, he was fairly quiet in dressing room. Unfortunately, in his last season with the Dallas Stars, he played only 10 games and recorded 4 assists. He had a hip which required surgery and a lengthy recuperation.

 

He was what some called the ‘stereotypical Russian’ because he did not draw attention to himself and he was a collective¬†team player, rather than an individual. He very seldom made mention of wants or desires. Zubie was a mainstay on the penalty-killing unit, and had several high-scoring seasons. He earned three trips to the NHL All-Star game while he was a Dallas Star. Unfortunately, he flew under the radar enough that he was only nominated for an NHL award – the Norris Trophy, awarded to the top defensive player demonstating the greatest all-around ability – only once; he did not win that award.

 

Besides his stealth on the ice, the thing I will always remember about Zubie came from an article in our local newspaper. The reporter talked about the music the guys liked to hear in the ‘room’ while preparing for game. The responses were the typical mix of metal, hard rock, etc., except for one player who loved Toby Keith. The reporter also mentioned that when this song (I think it was Beer for My Horses)¬†was played, everyone sang along with it, including Zubie. The mental picture of this quiet, reserved Russian singing along to a country song is funny. I would have paid good money to see that.

 

So, Zubov, his wife and two kids are headed back to their native Russia. I wish them the best; I am certain they will be glad to be back. On a personal level, I will miss seeing him on the ice digging out pucks from the corners. I am certain that the rest of Dallas will miss him, too. Nostrovia, Zubie!

 

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Hello world!

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Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

 

Rather ominous words, don’t you think? The greeting is a put offputting, too…I have never fancied myself to be a writer. It was an arduous chore in school, except for fifth grade. It was Mr. Sefzik’s first year, and he had yet to become jaded and apathetic to his students. He was full of promise and, perhaps, naivete. On Fridays, he assigned creative writing exercises, such as ‘what would you be like as a robot.’ He wanted specifics and descriptive imagery.

 

Flash forward about thirty years; it’s a brave new world out there! Practically anyone with half a brain can put their ramblings online for the entire world to see. Seriously, how cool is that???!!! Well, we will see…time will tell.

 

Welcome to my life, such as it is. Hopefully, you will get to know me and I will get to know the world just a little better, and perhaps, understand it a little better.

 

Currently, I am readying Julie Powell’s hilarious account of drifting through life at a dreary governmental job and suddenly deciding to cook her way through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Through this period, she blogs about her experiences as her life takes turns for better and worse. (I don’t think I could deal with faulty plumbing on a continual basis.) The book is titled Julia & Julia; it has been made into a movie with Amy Adams as Julie and Meryl Streep as Julia Child….can’t wait to see the movie. I’ll let you know later how it is….

 

As I am reading this book, it got me to thinking…would the world care what my life is like and what my thoughts are? Who knows…

 

Ms. Powell’s adventures in cooking and eating are hilarious, especially since she is such a picky eater. I can honestly say that I am not a picky eater; I will try almost anything at least once. As she learns new cooking techniques and ingredients, she broadens her horizons and opens her mind. I have been cooking since I was at least 7 or 8, and reading cookbooks and recipes for almost as long. I can remember that my very first cookbook was entitled just that and Mom ordered it from Imperial Sugar after saving the required number proofs of purchase. I wish I still had that cookbook. I think I first made sugar cookies out of it.

 

I am now more of a cook rather than a pastry chef-type. Baking requires precision, the ability to follow exact directions/proportions and attention to detail. With actual cooking, these things are rather optional. It helps to ensure the outcome, but sometimes when not present, the outcome is still good. I think of recipes more as guidelines and suggestions. (Think about the pirate’s idea of parlay in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie!)

 

I have been successful more often than not and I have learned that one shouldn’t drink alcohol whilst cooking shepherd’s pie from a recipe in one’s mind. (It was so awful, the dog wouldn’t even touch it with a ten-foot pole!) Also, don’t cook bone-in chicken and Stove Top stuffing without reading a recipe and/or instructions after inviting a new boyfriend home to dinner with your family. (Very bad idea – raw chicken and boiled stuffing! Uuugghhhh! Of course, I was still young and somewhat inexperienced in the kitchen.)

 

Life is kind of like cooking, I think. You are either really good at it or not so good. So many people come with excuses as to why their life just¬†isn’t working out the way they think it should. I’m just as guilty of this as the next person. Well, guess what! You have to start out with quality ingredients and pay attention. Listen to advice you have been given (just like reading directions for a recipe) and take what you can use. If you don’t have quality ingredients to start out, work hard to get them and get what you want out of life, whatever that may be. It does help to be somewhat detail-oriented. It also really helps to use your imagination, too.

 

Here is a closing thought:

Continual cheerfulness is a sign of wisdom. – German proverb

 

Happy Cooking! ūüôā