Tuesday, March 31, 2009

PHOTOGRAPHY DAY!!! LOTS OF LOVE AND SMILES....BUT THE REAL KIND...

So the trip to C-bus was a huge success...for us anyway. My daughter Emily and her family suffered greatly. They contracted a stomach virus and missed the blessing...and the family photo...that SHE ordered and orchestrated...at the Jeffrey Mansion in Bexley, but it went off without a hitch...inlaws and outlaws and the whole shebang....everywhere I turned I saw faces that I loved...laughter that rang out like music...it was heaven on earth for me during that brief time...the sun was just rising over the roof of that grand old house and the photographers captured it beautifully. I snapped some candids just to try to capture the randomness and the chaos of the day that translated into sheer joy for me...I guess you'd have to be a mother whose chicks have grown and flown to appreciate how fun it is when they all come together...so thank you Emily, for arranging this, honey....it was inspired and the fruits of it will live forever...and you'll get photoshopped in.... :)




















CHARLIE AND OLIVIA HAVE A CHAT....

So, Charlie, I'm concerned...why are BOTH of our Grammies in the same room? That NEVER happens...
Yea Liv, I know...You keep your eyes on Moo, I've got a bean on Grammie Bjorkie. Let's just keep talking...
Good Lord! Are they LAUGHING???

Liv! Be cool!! Like me...

But Charlie, are they friends? Do you know what this means Charlie? If they combine their powers for good, we'll never defeat them!!! The whole point of our coming here together was our ability to out-cute everything in our path...I'm certain we can take Mom and Dad, but LOOK at the Grammies!!!

I know Liv...I'm thinking...look, Moo doesn't live here, that's our strength...these two are NEVER together...we need to be sure to operate from that point of strength...divide and conquer!

You sound like Dad.

Yea, I'm picking up on that...he can't fool me with that "Moogie" stuff....he's got brain cells in there...
Liv, I need to you do something for me...

What Charlie?

I think you might be too cute.

What? How can I be too cute?

Well, it's those chubby cheeks and that crooked smile and everything. Maybe if you were less engaging and crabbier-maybe that way we could strategize our way in between the Grammies, just in case they're together more often. You know...as a back up...


Psst...Charlie....I think you just want to look good and you're maybe throwin' me under the bus....could that be the case....huh?....moogie boy???
Ahhhh....that feels better...oh sorry Liv....did I chill lax on your face?.....

OH NO!!! THERE THEY ARE!!! THE GRAMMIES!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

My dog...loyal, patient, long-suffering....with (maybe) some issues...


I love my dogs, but even I have limits...olfactory limits...and I'm speaking to you Snoopy..

I've got your back old buddy...you follow me around like gays at a Madonna concert...you wait for me outside of every closed door I'm behind...you sleep on the floor next to me at night...you wag your tail when I smile at you...I count you as one of my best friends....few people on the planet experience the loyalty that I have with you...I love you old friend...always and forever....

But please...if I smell one more fart, my face will melt....

Sorry, Dude.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

TEXTING WITH ERIC...IT'S LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES....


My son, Eric, recently got a phone so he can text once again. He is a mad texting machine. He texts all the time. It's crazy. I love it. He is a random and creative guy, as is his brudder, so there's no telling what I'll be reading on my phone, or where the conversation will go...it's great... Oftentimes the conversation will start out completely normal by any one's standards and then just turn...JUST TURN...and all of a sudden, it appears as though I'M THE ONE WITH A PROBLEM....it's maddening...and funny...all at the same time...so I thought I would post one for remembery sake.... This is a "typical" conversation that I received last night while writing a homework paper....yea...

ERIC: I'm jamming out with Jamie and her husband. I love this.

MOM (me): Very cool.

ERIC: It IS vurry cool. I am loving life right now, Mom. I really am.

MOM: All because you have what you need? Or is it something else?

ERIC: Love, I think. Success, maybe.

MOM: That's nice.

ERIC: Life is good. We're budgeting and still have money. It's weird to have extra.

MOM: Actually, I've heard that's normal. :)

ERIC: I like normal...

MOM: Normal's good.

ERIC: There's a saying...it goes: don't hate, appreciate! That's what you need to do.

MOM: It's difficult.

ERIC: Just do it, Mom.

MOM: Bite me, honey.

SOL DISTRICT...SHOUT OUT TO THE BOYZ!!!!


http://www.desertentertainer.com/
The above link did a nice interview with my step-son, Peter Leighton, Jr, the drummer of the band, (he's in the center of the photo). If you go to the site, click on "entertainment" and then type "sol district" in the search window, a print interview conducted by Johnny Meza will appear. It was nicely done and Peter handled himself well. We're very proud of him. He's a nice young man who has matured nicely. He has his dad's work ethic, his mom's family's music chops and his own identity to make it all come together. We love the time we get to spend with him. He does some wonderful artwork on top of it all. His original drawings have appeared on T-shirts, as well as hanging on our refrigerator...don't get me started on the caricatures....

The music is great. There is this feel that it's moving forward...that you're in a fast moving vehicle speeding along...that's the visual image I attach to it....very trippy....

Any chance we have to get to a gig is a blast...always...The last time we went to one was locally and they actually pulled out an old ELO song from the 70s...and I think I was the only one in the entire venue that knew it...yeesh....but I saw that boy smile when I whooped it up on that familiar guitar riff....he and the bassist Robbie....

So break a leg SolDistrict...these boys rock....remember them.....


This is one of Peter Jr's little pencil drawings that he sketched in a couple of minutes. It just kills me....

Monday, March 23, 2009

ME AND THE HUBS VISIT ANZA-BORREGA & JULIAN...SHEER HEAVEN...

These are kinda sorta in reverse order because I STILL haven't figgered out my blog's way of configuring pictures...it's only been a little over 300 posts...give me some time eh?...Anyway, the hubs and I took a road trip to Anza-Borrega State Park and to Julian (a little mountain community) on Saturday. AB State Park is a beautiful desert known for its wild flowers in the Spring. We were about one weekend too late, but that didn't stop us...intrepid day trippers that we are. We hopped in his trusty truck and headed down Route 86 past the Salton Sea and we were on our way. The above picture is of my favorite cactus, which is an ocotillo (pronounced oko-tee-yo). It's a profusion of long, spiny sticks that look as though a firework has been caught frozen at the point of explosion. I love them. This weekend, we caught them in bloom. Their blossoms are bright orange and explode at the tips of the branches. Here, the sun light was sneaking between the branches...a tip I learned from the Dear Sweet One....thx Abby.
This is Peter waiting for me down by the truck. I love the pops of red...his shirt, the ladder, even the tail lights....What he was SAYING was, "I don't think you're going to find any barrel cactus up there"....but look at his body language...what he was THINKING, and later confirmed, was this, "How in the heck are you going to get DOWN from that height with your bad leg!?!"....and he was correct in being concerned....but I did it....
I love the color of red when it appears in nature....in the Midwest, you typically have to wait until the Fall to see the color red in great quantities, but here in the desert, we get it in the spring, as much as we're going to, anyway....so I snapped this little shrub...
This is desert sage. It blossoms this time of year. The blossoms are bright yellow and charming as all get out. They blossom a couple of inches above the actual plant so from a distance, they actually hover over the sage on rather invisible little stalks. After the sage dies out, it disconnects from the stalk, loses all of its greenery, and tumbles away....that's right....this is a tumbleweed in its embryonic form...whodda thunk they used to be so pretty and vibrant, right? Yep, this is a dying joke ready to happen....my kids will get that.....

Peter snapped this as I was wandering aimlessly looking for a place to take a picture. He said, "That's it, I took five, let's go".....okay......
Detail of the orange blossoms of the above mentioned ocotillo....
Prickly Pear cactus...these are edible and delicious.....
I loved the way the light was captured around the spines of this little cactus....the sun light seemed to linger around them...

Ditto on this particular cactus. Beautiful...especially with the green grass around it...so rare and fleeting...I suppose that's part of the beauty of this scene for us...we know that in a matter of perhaps days, this will be brown and back to the typical desert typography that we know, and typically love, so this fertile, green look is so unusual and beautiful to us, we had to experience it.
The beautiful ocotillo's typical fan shape...
Detail of the ocotillo branches reaching toward the blue sky....isn't that amazing???
Here is a carpet of wild, yellow flowers, a border of ocotillo and a backdrop of mountains bordered by the blue sky...I couldn't resist snapping it....
For you litch-a-chure buffs...

I have a fierce confession...one of my single most favorite things on the planet is my husband's face. And this is another truth: I absolutely hate...after five and half years of marriage...to turn the lights off at night...because I adore looking at it...I love that mug....so I have great fun playing with it after I snap a picture of it...I love editing and tweaking with my limited skills (and software), but this is the "after" picture of the one I took below. The hubs has a great face. He could be from the 40s or earlier....I have often wondered if he wasn't born a couple or more decades too late anyway...

This is while we were in Julian..duh, thanks Deb...it's a little "apple community"...that's what they grow there and and that's what they market...all things apple....I like that sign 'cause it reminds me of the hubs and I..."nuts and honey"....he's nuts and I'm honey....well, it made sense in my head when I snapped the picture....
This is where we go to get our favorite candy...we call it "bird bones" because that's the sound it makes when you chew on it...don't ask....Peter came up with it....

So...it's now Monday and back to the typical grind...Day trips are fun and nourishing and good for the soul. We were jazzed for Church on Sunday and had a great dinner with his daughter and her family last evening...all in all, a great weekend filled with love, nature, good food, great family, and all things wonderful....hope you had the same.... :)

Friday, March 20, 2009

THAT ACCIDENT ON 79 SOUTH ON FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 2009...GOODNESS AMONG SUFFERING

I’m writing this post because my heart is full to bursting...again....it happens a lot lately.

My daughter called me to tell me that she, in addition to preparing her family and home for a brief vacation to visit loved ones in Ohio, needed me because she had developed shingles...on her face...and they were headed towards her eyes...and could I come out NOW....

My soul went into frantic mode. Of COURSE I can come out now! The entire way out there my prayers went up to Heavenly Father...”oh please, don’t let this young woman suffer....please please please, if there is any way, let me take this from her...give them to me, I’ll do it for her...I’ll take the shingles, the swelling, the pain... I’ll take the anxiety, the stress, the worry...whatever it takes, let me just TAKE it”...the thought of her, or any of my kids, suffering like that, just breaks me apart...and then the image of another Parent’s beloved Child suffering, even greater, entered my mind and I broke apart again because I knew that His suffering was for all of us and how THAT Parent, the greatest of us all, must have broken apart to watch that Child...goodness among the suffering....

And then my car slowed down because of an accident...a BIG accident...on 79 South just after the 371 turn off...people that were passing us on the other side were telling us to turn around because it was a “several hours delay”...I couldn’t turn around because there was no where to turn around to...my destination was ahead and I had no idea where to go if I turned around...so I just turned my car off and planned to sit for awhile. No such luck. The accident was so bad, so very very bad, that all vehicles were being turned away. No more waiting. The road was closed. One at a time, as we drove forward, there was a man that was giving us directions on where to go as we turned around on this long, two lane highway to...well, virtually no where, as far as I was concerned. As it got to my turn with the man, I noticed that he wasn’t wearing an “official” emergency uniform. In fact, he was wearing typical blue “Dickies” pants and a striped blue and white work shirt for the company he worked for. I also noticed a hay truck parked off to the side of the road. These are things I noticed unconsciously at the time (I was very self-centered at those moments) and I’m recalling them in hindsight. This gentleman was probably the driver of that hay truck. He was, no doubt, called into the role of direction-giver because he drove that route (those twisty, turny, switch backs and rural back roads) quite a bit, on a regular basis even, and he knew it like the back of his rough, work weary hand. The skin on his face was used to being outside. He changed posture quite a bit between vehicles (bending forward, holding his hands on his knees, moving side to side) as if he was attempting to find relief or comfort some how. Maybe his back hurt from bending over and speaking into car windows a hundred times? All I know is that this kind-hearted gentleman was (possibly) losing money by not driving his route and taking the time to redirect people to find their way home...or to where ever they were going. He was needed...called to action and willing to serve...and I forgot to thank him...totally forgot...so I’m doing it now...just like all the times that my husband has been willing to serve and didn’t expect to be thanked...and was way okay with that...good men and women...goodness among the suffering.

Like my daughter-in-law’s mother who takes such good care of The Dear Sweet One and the twins...always and forever...especially when Abby went back in for carpal tunnel surgery and the poignant post Nancy wrote about it...broke my heart....goodness among the suffering....

All the acts of service that are rendered anonymously in times of needs...goodness among the suffering....

These are the things I see more and more as I get older...maybe I choose to see them now instead of the pain...maybe that comes with life experience...I don’t know...I just know I’m grateful for it....

So...I made it here to my daughter’s home. One of the kids is at preschool...the other is napping...the house is cleaned and my daughter is resting on the couch...sleeping all cuddled up and looking beautiful....the nerves of her eyes don’t appear to be in line with the shingles (Thank you God). The only sound is the dish washer running and me sniffling from my tears as I pray to a Heavenly Father who loves her and blesses her and watches over her and hers....goodness among the suffering...

I still want her shingles though.....

Thursday, March 19, 2009

JUST A COUPLE OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THE BOY....






He's 17. Yea....I know...

He's cute. Yea....I know...

He's funny. Yea...don't get me started on how irritating that can be AND how often it has saved his neck! (I'll take a wee-tee tiny credit on this..he and I use to come up with "Satan's Home Evenings" and how totally reversed they would be from ours, for instance "cigar smoking instruction" or "how to roll a joint" followed by the treat "jello shots" or "scotch-straight up"....yea...he was like, 11 at the time...the point was to show how warped Satan is and how righteous WE are...his Dad really didn't get it...looking back, maybe it was a little weird....)

He's a tad lazy. Yea...it goes with the age (I hope....yeesh, I hope he outgrows THAT).

He's kind. An older lady at church last night told me he came up to her at a car wash and made the effort to say hello to her. He didn't have to do that. He's seen his dad do that about a million times...he's had a good role model....the BEST, actually!

He just received his patriarchal blessing. Yea...we've got someone quite special in our midst with a big future, like all our youth...noble, bright, "a beacon on a hill"...He can make me cry and laugh, all in five minutes...

My kids love him...they LOVE him...they saw his talents, maybe even before I did...My children and their spouses are the most loving-est and accepting lot I've ever had the pleasure of knowing...Eli is a lucky and blessed kid to have married into this family of siblings...but they would tell you that THEY are the lucky and blessed ones...ain't that grand?....ain't that a win/win if ever there was one?....

He's 17. Yea....I know...

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

GRAB YO'SELF YOUR OWN UNCLE JOE AND AWAY YOU GO...TO VEGAS, BABY!!!

Me and Uncle Joe...he's a great guy...brother to Cindy's late father...I've known Cindy's family since the early 70s...it was great seeing her mom again, and her mom's new husband (Virgil...what a wild ride he was, he was worth the entire trip).
This was shot at the butterfly garden in the lobby of the Bellagio...so beautiful....
This was from the tulip garden...also in the lobby of the Bellagio...
Thanks to my good friend Cindy who was kind enough to share her Uncle Joe with me and treat me to two days in Vegas...WOW....we had a blast...from the drive there (we solved every major problem known to man, which automatically solves every single problem known to WOman), to dinner at the Venetian, to $30.00 for chocolate-covered apricots (thanks Nancy *Cindy's mom*), to lunch the next day at Bobby Flay's restaurant (The Mesa Grill), to the drive home...total blast!

The thing about Vegas is its total surrealism. We totally forgot what day it was, what time it was, what season it was-the whole shebang. I understand how some people without moral compasses can buy into the whole, "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" thing....I mean, really....why didn't they just call that "Satan's Slogan"? It is definitely seductive...especially when you're being comped, wined, dined, and laughing and winning and riding that golden ticket all the way back to reality....so weird....

I went to use the bathroom....JUST THE BATHROOM...and while I was drying my hands, Cindy runs in saying, "Oh my gosh, I just won $200.00 on a penny machine!" Yea...Vegas baby....

And for the record....I didn't gamble once...not once....take THAT Satan....bwahahahahahah ;)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELI...Love, Momma



What? It can't be!!! No way. No stinkin' way!!! You can't be 27. Not possible. You were just born. Really. I remember. I was there, for cryin' out loud. The doctor was shocked because little, tiny baby girls had been born all night and then YOU arrived....a big, strapping 11 lb boy with a head full of thick, black hair. You were absolutely gorgeous...GORGEOUS!!!! Don't get me started.

You had some problems right off the cuff. Your sugar dropped to 17....BANG! They had to whisk you into the NICU. THAT was an interesting sight....there you were, a big 11 lb baby amidst little 2 and 3 lb babies. I couldn't get enough of you. When I could finally stand, I would waddle down there (and yes, it required two, TWO, reconstructive surgeries....for enquiring minds....) and just gaze upon you. What a magnificent sight. I remember one conversation I chanced upon....

Two women were standing by the window of the NICU, apparently they had babies in there...and they were staring at you....wondering, I'm certain, what in the world YOUR story was....

WOMAN ONE: *pointing to you while looking back and forth between her baby and you* Why don't they give my baby what they give THAT baby?

WOMAN TWO: Yea

WOMAN ONE: Whatever they gave that baby is working. I want my baby to have whatever THAT baby is having!

That was just the first of many proud (and hilarious) moments I have experienced since being your mother. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your kindness and compassion. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being the husband and father that all mothers wish their sons to be. You take my breath away.

Here is my prayer for you, son. That your children understand at the deepest possible level how privileged and blessed they are to have you as their father and that they honor you by loving you and their mother and each other unconditionally all the days of their lives, and that they remain righteous and loving and yours for all eternally. This is your mother's prayer for you....always and forever....Happy Birthday, Eli. Love, Momma

Friday, March 13, 2009

MY HOMELESS DOPPLEGANGER....

PART ONE OF THE STORY: There is a lady here in the desert who kinda sorta resembles me. She is technically "homeless", or jobless, or whatever. I like her well enough. I've interacted with her before. She lives here in the winter time and resides in Temecula, or thereabouts, during the warm summer months. She's no dummy. I know that she resembles me because my granddaughter (how does one spell that word?..gran-daughter?...grandaughter?...) anyway, one of the cute, bright children I would die for once saw her and asked, "Moo Moo?"....I am assuming she was doing something relatively Moo-Moo-like, such as walking or just sitting, as opposed to say, being passed out on a park bench or standing at a busy intersection holding a sign that said, "Will avoid you for money".

PART TWO OF THE STORY: Anyway, I keep single dollar bills in my ash tray for the people that work the intersections. I don't know what they do with the money. It's none of my business. I know people have strong opinions on that topic, and I respect that, but for me, I err on the side of compassion and just give a buck and hope they buy a burger with it. I like the idea AND the alliteration...buck for a burger. In fact, I call them my "bucks for 'bos"...yea, it's a little stoopid...it means bucks for hobos, but I like my name better. And we may have actual hobos left here in the desert, albeit not the lovable old Red Skelton character, "Freddie the Freeloader"....no, but we have a train that goes through the Valley and lots of trees for cover and lots of bridges for sleeping, yada yada yada....so, anyway, I have "bucks for bos" in my ashtray.

PART THREE OF THE STORY: I was in my car driving with my IPod on...and therefore my IPod ear buds plugged in and the volume was up....wwwwaaaaayyyy up. Also, it's windows-down weather here in the desert....so....no one can hear my music but me....what people CAN hear is me SINGING my music....okay?

PART FOUR OF THE STORY: I was in my car driving up to a busy intersection WITH my IPod on too loud, singing even louder, and I saw...you guessed it...Debbie the homeless doppelganger holding her sign....no problem...I reached for one of my "bucks for bos"....handed it to her without stopping and noticed that DtD had a strange look on her face....usually she smiles a big toothy grin at me (she has a nice countenance, Debbie does), and then it hit me as I drove past her while waving....I handed her a buck while singing (without accompaniment) the Grace Slick song, "White Rabbit", the best rock song ever, but I was at the part where I was virtually yelling, "FEED YOUR HEAD......FEED YOUR HHHHHEEEEAAAADDDDDDD", with the requisite head bobbing.....Poor Debbie....and I'm talking about me here.......

THIS IS JUST IN THE CONSIDERING PHASES....

I am considering changing schools....just considering....but since I wear my heart on my sleeve and that's kinda sorta the purpose of this blog o'mine, which is to throw stuff out there and see what it stirs up, if anything, I'm considering transferring to another school, going from my current Master of Science to a Master of Arts (it's just funner, more relevant, less stressful, more engaging) and there's no "residency requirements" during the Master's portion of the school. Also, it has an accelerated program so I could complete it sooner....it's accredited by the North Central accrediting body, which governs Ohio State, Notre Dame, etc, so it has a proven track record for being fairly stringent when it comes to curriculum, etc.

If I still wanted to pursue the PhD, I could transfer back to my current school OR continue with that school....but if I change my major to "international cultural psychology" I would have to have a current passport because my residency would be overseas in 2 separate 9-day episodes and I would be working with immigrants (which reads like a nightmare to me, so maybe it's not my cup o'herb tea). The reason it reads like a nightmare to me is that I get attached and then I leave and then I have dreams that disturb me forever. On the other hand, what better way to prepare for a mission, right? Eh.......just something to throw out there.......

Thursday, March 12, 2009

ADDENDUM TO MY HUMMINGBIRD POST:

I feel the need to post something about my hummingbirds-are-celestial-and-if -you-don't-see-it-you-must-be-broken-statement. That was rude of me. It was also rude of me to not stop and smile at the meth-addicted midget who might be admiring/hovering over the bush that my hummingbird is also admiring/hovering over. Heaven will be filled with people who didn't particularly like hummingbirds. It will also be filled with previously meth-addicted midgets. It may NOT be occupied, however, by people who assume attitudes and attributes of others....people like me....I personally may have some 'splainin' to do when I get there....I have a fear that when I arrive at those pearly gates, St. Peter, or whomever, is going to throw his hand up in a stop-right-there-sister kind of way while bringing his other hand forward and waving his index finger in a "no-no" manner, all the while looking at me over the tops of his celestial glasses and saying just one word...."katzbox".....

A VARIATION ON A RECIPE FROM ABBY....

Last night I had to make a quick meal and I didn't have the heart to make tuna salad, which was on the menu. We didn't get to make "buffalo pizza" last week, so I thought I'd do a little switcheroo and come up with a hybrid thingy. Here's what I did, iffin' anyone's interested....

I bought a frozen 4-cheese Red Baron pizza from Walmart for $3.33.
I drizzled BBQ sauce over the top of it.
Next, I covered it with the chicken from one can of Kirkland brand chicken from Costco. I abhor canned meat, but Kirkland brand chicken is the real deal and is lean and scrumptious.
Over the chicken I sprinkled shredded cheddar cheese, but you could use any cheese you wish.
Over the cheese I drizzled more BBQ sauce.
I followed the directions and baked at 425-degrees for the full time and voila!!!

The boys loved it and there was absolutely none left over. Prep time was maybe 8 minutes, baking time was less than 15 minutes, and ingestion time was even less than that. Enjoy!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

HUMMINGBIRDS ARE CELESTIAL....

So, I accompanied the missionaries to a young woman's house today and right in front of her living room window was a beautiful tree with a delightful hummingbird buzzing all around. It just hovered and zoomed all around the tree and then all around us. He was a gorgeous emerald green color. It was adorable.

I have one that calls the bush outside our door its home. He's a cutie also. More purply than green and just stunning.

I was speaking to Em on the phone right now and she said, "There is an adorable little hummingbird just hovering around this bush right now as I'm talking to you. He's so cute!".

"I know!" I replied, "I think they're celestial!"

And I do...how could they not be?...look at them...all little and trembly and buzzy.. okay... I just described a midget on meth, but you get the picture, right? These birds are just take-your-breath-away-beautiful. They do that to you. Em and I discussed this. How can a person NOT notice a hummingbird and be taken aback by it? How can one stridently ignore such a creature of beauty? It simply must register within you that you've seen a creature of such fragile beauty! It must! If it doesn't, then I believe, you are broken. Something must be broken inside of you if you can swat away a hummingbird and not take notice of its' tremulous beauty. There. I said it.

Keep flying little trembly, buzzy, flighty piece of art...no, not you little meth addicted midget....I know you're dealing with things and I wish you well, but I won't stop what I'm doing and smile at you while you're hovering over a flowering bush and tremulously sticking your nose down a flower....sorry....I've got my own problems.....but YOU hummingbird...you just keep it going my friend...you rock nature!!!....

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Hey! I've been "referenced"!

Yea...I know, it's only in my on-line class, but it was fun. We had to respond by explaining our thoughts on the "interactionist model", which is a little deeper than the nurture vs nature model that has been so popular. So, below is what I posted. Following this is the response of one of my "classmates"....it isn't your typical academic response..how could it be? I would die of boredom.

MAIN DISCUSSION POINT: INTERACTIONIST MODEL:
The interactionist model is more than the nature vs nurture debate that has been so popular the last several years. It's more dimensional and takes a deeper look at the complexities of the human organism and what constitutes the whole of it. The interactionist model consists of three components: 1. the genetic make-up resulting from its evolutionary journey, 2. the organisms experiential experiences, and 3. its perception of those experiences. Together, these three components work together to inform the organism's existence,

Regarding number 1, the example of maze-bright and maze-dull rats cited in our textbook demonstrate that behavior can be developed through selective breeding, in addition to learning. A group of rats who were rewarded with food when consistently and successfully navigating a maze (maze-bright rats) were bred with maze-dull rats. Their off-spring were selected out and the bright rats were bred with the bright rats and the dull rats with the dull. This was done over 21 generations. With few exceptions, the generations of bright rats consistently delivered on the promised IQs and performed exceptionally well, while the dull rats were found drooling, smoking in the restrooms, and having unprotected sex in cars.

Another evidence of interactionist (gene-experience that makes us who we are) is the mating game. The male will look for a curvy, female (indicative of fertility), while a female will seek out a powerful male (indicative of providing a secure situation to raise her offspring). Our text states that 3% of mammalian species are monogamous, including humans, which allows for one male per female, allowing for optimal survival of the offspring to occur. But are we really perceiving our evolutionary history screaming at us when we're at a club scoping out the dance floor for our next possible relationship or even dance partner? No. On matters like this, our genes remain the silent match-maker, always hovering, always judging, but never outright saying, "Oy vey! With a car that cheap, you think you're gonna see Paris in the spring?" or to a gentleman, "Please! With a brow bone that heavy, you have a better chance at conceiving a child than this woman!" Evolution, genetics, experience and perception are always working together to help us make sense of our surroundings and our place in them. There are no easy answers, unless you have the opportunity to ask my Aunt Shirley. Then! The answers are all right there. But until Biopsychology has that opportunity, the interactionist model is the best we have.
Deborah

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inel, J. Biopsychology 7th ed., 2009, Pearson A&B, Boston, MA, USA

And the classmates response:

Deborah,

Does everyone have an Aunt Shirley? I like your sense of humor. When I view your discussion there are weird symbols, is it my computer or yours? I like your description of the interactionalist model as more dimensional than other models, taking a deeper look at our complexities (Katz, 2009). thanks

Reference:

Week 2 discussion entry 1, Katz, Deborah. Retrieved from http://sylvan.live.ecollege.com/ec/crs/default.learn?CourseID=3348988 March 10, 2009

Yea...see that up there...that "(Katz, 2009) and the reference that follows the word "reference"...yea...that's me...hahahahahahahah...doesn't that look officious?.....hahahahahahha.....oh....that just made my heart giddy-up....I appreciate my classmate....and I will thank her forever as the first to reference me....I intend to be referenced in the future, but based on other things, this?...this was a gift.....and I'm still smiling....and thanking my imaginary conversation with my wonderful Aunt Shirley....

Monday, March 9, 2009

STUPID SQUINKY EYE...

Today I have squinky right eye. Everyone gets it on occasion. You know what it is. It's that weird muscle twitch that makes your eye wink, or jerk, or seize, or generally just behave badly. I can only guess the cause...I'm guessing a 17-year-old who shall remain anonymous...*cougheli*....

I tried to catch it. I held a magnifying mirror in front of my eye for the greater portion of the day to see if I could actually watch it as it happened....it was very exciting...but no....not once...apparently, when you get squinky eye (named by author, Lori Notaro) your eye develops its own intelligence AND a deviant sense of humor. No, no proof of squinky eye. So, while it feels as though I'm winking at everyone I see, I can't actually prove it. The eye is mum on the whole thing. I can't be trusted to go outside and actually interact with people because...well...I might be misinterpreted....you know?....

I don't want to check the mail, run into the mail carrier, have him hand me my daily load of worthless paper and while we're physically exchanging my pizza coupons and oil change discounts, have me look him in the eye and say "Thanks" and give a big winkeroo....no bueno....

Or, while at the grocery store, having the kid bagging my goods ask me if I need help with "carry out" and while saying, "I've got this honey"...*wink*....ewwwwwwwwww....huh uh......

Or this lovely scenario. I'm walking my dogs and the little schitz(hu), who is now marking his territory like an iguana in heat, actually pees on my foot when anyone (dog or human) is within a 12-state area. So if someone walks by, my right foot goes warm and yellow. I feel the need to explain this to people who see me shaking my leg but it loses it's rationality when the "peed-upon" is winking while explaining. It has a disgust-factor of about 8.5.....

See, my eye can't be trusted. It just can't. And one never knows how long squinky eye will last. An hour? Four hours? An entire day? And my poor hubby will get home, sit back, I'll ask him how his day went and when he talks about how none of the air ducts cooperated I'll say, "Oh, those stupid BTUs, how about a nice dinner and a *wink*"....and that will just lead to a whole other thing....

Stupid squinky eye...

Saturday, March 7, 2009

MY SEESTER SNEAKED MY CAMERA AND THIS IS WHAT I FOUND....



I left off the third and BEST one Sis....YOU'RE WELCOME STEPHANIE...and you owe me!!!!

Thursday, March 5, 2009

ARE YOU READY FOR WHAT COMES AFTER THE SECRET?.....

I was listening to Joe Vitale yesterday. Do you know who he is? He's a mover and a shaker in what used to be called the "human potential" movement. He was in "The Secret" movie. He talks about visualizing and manifesting....all very cool stuff...very positive....very empowering and "taking control" of your life...I think it's pretty healthy, especially if you go about it the right way....no more blaming others....it's all about personal responsibility....anyway, he had some GREAT tips for visualizing...just STUPENDOUS stuff....and one of the most wonderful things about the Law of Attraction is that it is so positive...it's all about service and giving it back or paying it forward...it's truly wonderful....well, he talks about a technique that he does all the time and I've been doing it...and I LOVE it...and I think it's working...I'd be interested in people trying it and seeing how it works...really trying it...putting it to the test....yea, you may feel silly at first, but no one will know you're doing it except you and it can only have a positive impact...you have absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain...you wanna try it?....huh?....do you really?....cause it's great....really?....okay!!!

Here's what you do....every time you pass someone...talk to someone...interact with someone...smile at someone...every time you even SHARE SPACE with someone, do this....say to yourself, in your mind, "I love you" over and over and over while you're looking at them and even if they aren't looking at you....while you are sharing space with them....even if they're complete strangers...ESPECIALLY if they're complete strangers... "I love you"...."I love you"....."I love you"....see what happens.....it's radical....I'm warning you....It's truly flippin' radical...but try it..."I love you"....see what happens....if you can do it with a smile, that's even better....just try it....."I love you"....."I love you"......."I love you"....can you even imagine what could possibly happen?.....what the potential could be?.....think about it....It's a vibration that gets sent out and returns....The Law of Attraction....Are you ready for it?....."I love you"......

And hey, when I explained what this was...and your first reaction was to roll your eyes and say, "Yea right" and come up with a snarky, sarcastic response....maybe you need it most of all....and besides being someone I would probably love to hang out with, get this...I love you.....

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

LISTS LISTS LISTS...BOY! JOY! OY!

The Best Gifts You've Ever Received
On the last big birthday, everyone in my family in Ohio (mom, sibs, kids, in-laws, out-laws) personally designed and hand painted plates and bowls for me...it was amazing...they had the entire set shipped to California...and then on my birthday I went to my daughters to meet my sons and a daughter-in-law who were visiting, and of course Emmy and her family and we went to SURPISE! a place where that exact same thing is done. It was closed to the public, just opened for us, and there we sat, all of us, hubby included and they decorated THEIR plates and bowls for me-all designed by them and painted by their loving hands and presented to me....it took my breath away....so I have a complete set of dishware that no one is EVAH allowed to touch....with little messages of love and inside jokes and drawings and they're each so invaluable and loved I can't even fathom them...they take my breath away every single time I look at them...Emmy's plate summed it up...it was beautifully painted and it said, "Mom, 50 years, a legacy of love has begun"....and I just get gooey thinking about it...I'm a big baby....
Above is the detail of the inside of the bowl that Mom made me. She baked little ladybugs into the bottom of the bowl and that flower is her "trademark" flower that she draws...it is priceless. Below is the nickname she calls me, "Debi Doll" with her little squiggly hearts painted on the bowl. How cute is that? Just a note: I spelled my name "Debi" with one "b" and one "i" for maybe 12 minutes in 7th grade and somehow it stuck with my mother...it's been that way ever since...*sigh* ;)




Favorite Songs
Pachelbel's Canon in D (This song throws me into a mystical/seizure state that I try to explain to people-I am full to bursting with love)
Whistling Man (Eric Bowman)
Green (Eric Bowman)
The Way You Look Tonight (Sinatra)
Mack the Knife (Bobby Darin)
Across the Sea (Bobby Darin)
Life In a Northern Town (Dream Academy)
Our House (you remember that song, from the 80s? That is the song of my family's youth...whew!) by Madness (that's almost appropriate)
Our House (Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
100 Years (Five for Fighting)
Evacuee (Enya)
Angeles (Enya)
Ave Maria (Libera)
We Belong (Pat Benatar)
The Little Drummer Boy (Linda Eder)
Wanda (Sol Katz)


The Things you Think Everyone Should Do if Money's No Object
Travel around the world
Serve a humanitarian mission
Finish your education
Pay for others' education
If you don't have to spend time working and you have money, shouldn't an individual be spending time in altruistic pursuits?....


List your First...

Car: 1964 beige Valiant convertible

Religion: When I was little, my mother had us go to the Baptist church in a bus that picked us up in front of our house. ??? I learned about Jesus, Heaven and Hell at that church...interestingly, one of the girls I knew at that church ended up joining the LDS church about ten years before I did and in fact, the first time she listened to the missionaries, she was with me! We were babysitting my niece....wild, eh?

Heeled shoes: Jr. High I think...all I know is that I rocked those babies....it was like I was born in 'em....looked good, felt good...

Dance: age 11, 7th grade...it was horrid....but I was there for the experience....

Kiss: Jr. High, Tim Latorre (ick, his lips were soft and mushy...I was totally not prepared...) Guess I rocked those heels a little too well....

Actual conversation between a mommy and a grandma....

This "actual conversation" took place yesterday afternoon. My daughter called me while she was running errands, because apparently speaking to me between the post office, grocery store and dry cleaners has become some kind of hobby with her. Anyway, this is the exchange....

EM: Clarkie! Oh man, he's chewing up an apple and then just spitting it out all over the back seat.

ME: Oh, well then, why don't you just get him a little bowl to hold so he can spit the apple back out into it and not make a mess?

EM: How 'bout if he just LEARNS HOW TO SWALLOW!

ME: ?

ME: Wow, that pretty much sums up the difference between a mommy and a grandma. I would have totally enabled his behavior right there and you would have actually "taught him a lesson". I am such a grandma...

EM: You were BORN a grandma.

Monday, March 2, 2009

A THOUGHT EXPERIMENT IN TIME TRAVEL....



I received a phone call from my mom-in-law this morning. She lives in Michigan now and thank goodness I happened to be up. It was 6:00 AM and I was pulling into the grocery store. Whew!

Anyway, she is a very bright lady who received her undergraduate degree from Brown and her post grad work at University of Michigan in social work. She has been quite kind in sending me some of her pre-doctoral research work and don't get me started on the fabulous and groovy set of textbooks she sent me...WHOA!!!!....I'm LOOKING for people to start healing, okay?...but I digress....

She called to tell me that Robert Florida would be on PBS tonight and to check it out on my local stations. I personally wasn't familiar with him but I did a search for his book on Amazon and it's quite intriguing. He talks about performing a thought experiment...and I LOVE thought experiments. He asks: Imagine 2 time travelers. One is from 1900 and travels to 1950. The other is from 1950 and travels to the present. Who would be more stunned? At first blush, the one from 1900 would no doubt be blown away; cars, planes, phones, televisions, etc. None of these things existed in 1900 and the traveler's entire lifestyle would have to be relearned. Whereas, the traveler from 1950 to the present would still know how to use a tv, would still know how to, for the most part, drive a car, catch an airplane ("probably from the same airport", according to Mr. Florida), etc.

Then Mr. Florida brings up points that show that perhaps the traveler from 1950 probably would be the one that is the most stunned after all. Where the traveler from 1900 would go to work in an office, the structure would be the same in 1950. He would most likely be surrounded by white men. Any woman there would be clerical or supportive. There would be no minorities or ethnic diversity. He would arrive at 8 or 9 in the morning and leave around 5 in the evening. No changes there, either. He would also likely be wearing a suit and tie, same as in 1900.

Now, lets bring Mr. 1950 forward to today. Mr. Starched white shirt AND white male is now surrounded by people of color AND women (gasp!) who not only work with him but could also be HIS SUPERIORS!!! Also, THEY'RE WEARING GOLF SHIRTS THAT AREN'T EVEN BUTTONED AT THE COLLAR!!! What is this strange planet? People are pierced in weird (and what appears to be painful) places and let's not even get into the tattoos. People stand around eating, drinking and talking, sometimes taking what appears to be two lunches??? Outside there are mixed-race couples and same-sex couples IN PUBLIC? WHAT? People may stay with the company 3-5 years and then move on as opposed to working for the man 30 years like they did in the 50s. How fickle these people are? Florida states that while the physical surroundings may be similar, it is the feel of the place that would be wildly different.

He goes on to discuss what he calls, "the creative class of people"....people as commodity...it's an interesting theory...I've only just read the smallest amount allowable without actually purchasing the book...but he discusses how businesses now follow people, as opposed to going where the tax breaks are, or where the best freeway interchanges are. That's why places like Seattle and the San Francisco Bay area have jobs that employ creative-type people...because that's where they congregate and therefore, that's where the jobs will go...they will go to the creative class of people versus being geography driven. Anyway, it's an interesting thought experiment.