Saturday, January 30, 2010

The News Is Good!





The news is good! My last contribution documented for public consumption my own personal emotional struggles. I’m thinking there was a whole lotta heartburn going on - sorry about that. I did get some love sent out my way, both in comments and other personal messages, and I thank you for that.

What I have found is that when I am so focused on what I am feeling, what is happening to me, making it all about me once again, I don’t do as well as when I focus on reaching out to others. But I can get so stuck in that place that spirals down and reflects the more negative (and less attractive and palatable) side of myself, that it becomes a self-perpetuating dilemma. So how do I get out? Well, for one thing, I fortunately have had years and years of experience at this, and I have learned tricks. Tricks like finding something to laugh heartily about, sometimes lots of laughing. Also, getting in touch with some non-physical essence is a real boon, and for lack of a better description I will use the commonly accepted word of Spiritual. It always takes lots of work, but when I climb out of my pit it is always worth it. This time, I came across something on the web that is informational, is group based, and also can be helpful to many. I am speaking of a powerful global project, The Global Coherence Initiative, (find it at http://www.glcoherence.org/two-minute-planetary-radiance.html). You might want to take some extra time to look at the entire site, but the link above is to the Two-Minute Radiance project. It is just a two-minute meditation with the intent to focus loving feelings to the earth and to humanity. For those of you who are more traditionally religious and might be uncomfortable with thinking of meditating - it is really just prayer. Beautiful, powerful prayer. This little exercise jump-started my Happy Place and filled me with such good feelings, I did it again, with the intent specifically to send comfort to those struggling in Haiti.

The Global Coherence Initiative explains that they request that we do this for two minutes a day for three months. They choose this amount of time because many people have difficulty saying they will commit to something for longer term, but most of us can do something for three months. Go to the link and follow the instructions. Also, check out the entire website. You may scoff at this, but I dare you to try it once.
Love you all – Victoria J Mecham

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Sharing a Day - Getting OK



This morning was so hard. I awoke before 5:30, tried to go back to sleep. At 5:45 I noted that I was having an extraordinarily long hot flash. I had my teensy fan on in this cold house, and I got too cold but I was still in the middle of my hot flash; I put my blankets on, but was still too hot. Too cold, too hot. I could neither get warm nor cool down; a very strange and discomforting experience. Then my thoughts from there spiraled down, down, down. I was thinking terrible things, but then I would find one of the good thoughts I have learned, trying to counter and banish the bad ones; back and forth. I had about six negative thoughts to one positive thought. I felt like I couldn’t quit ‘win,’ but I wasn’t ‘losing.’ I didn’t quite see this as a victory, though. It just felt so bad, some really bad thoughts.

At 6:30 I got up and made coffee. I came back to bed, and even though I didn’t feel like going through my ritual of meditating, positive affirmations, and visualizing – they all felt so pointless and stupid – I did it anyway. In the back of my mind, I was remembering that throughout my life – all 58 ½ years – I have quit something because of depression symptoms; I have quit trying because I felt so bad, really, really bad; and always, always, then felt worse. But also always, things got better, whether in a month or six, or a year or two, they got better and I got past the depression. Then, I was so grateful to be rid of such despondency that the lack of the bad feelings felt like life could not get better. I would not take up the effort for whatever ambition I had quit pursuing (college, writing, exercising, dancing, singing, personal growth of any kind).

So this morning, in an intuitive, non-logical way that was in the back of my mind, I remembered this old, familiar pattern and went ahead with my ritual. I didn’t keep on track really well during the meditation, but I kept re-directing my thoughts back. When doing my affirmations, I felt like a liar, but I would put that thought to the back with a loving, silent “shhhhsh;” the visualization was short, but I was able to pull up a bit of the ‘feeling’ of having achieved my desired goal. I kept pushing back at the negative.

And lo, all of a sudden I felt like, “screw you, everyday, everybody-else-world; you’re not dictating to me what I can and cannot bring to my life!” So the downward spiral was stopped. With energy, I started upward in a new spiral. Not soaring heights, but up, nonetheless.

So – am I going to suddenly leap great inner hurdles and overcome things I haven’t been able to before? I dunno – one day, one moment at a time. Was a dark, dysfunctional pattern broken? It was today.

Therefore, I go on with my Gratitude Journal.
1. I am so very grateful for my teachers – too many to name all (and some I am vaguely aware of but can’t quite remember names or faces) – authors John Assaraf, James Arthur Ray, Sarah Ban Breathnach, Kevin Hall; my son Michael, and all my children, Nathan, Megan, Shawn, Jessica, Toni; my young nieces and nephews who contribute to the greater good, my sister Roni, my mother. So many!
2. I’m grateful for my perfect health.
3. I’m grateful for 2nd chances, and 3rd, 4th, 5th, etc., etc.
4. I’m grateful for my warm home, for good, healthful food.
5. I’m grateful for my beautiful, perfect, purple car.
6. I’m grateful for Unemployment Insurance.
7. I’m grateful for old friends, and new.

See the following Link: http://thepinkbookclub.blogspot.com/

Victoria J Mecham

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Snowballs, white knuckles, and Dear old Dave




I had a huge wakeup call last week as I attended a High school information night for my oldest child. I was sitting there listening to the speaker talk about the pro’s of our appointed high school, when it hit me that my “Baby” that I swear I just had a few years ago was going to be in high school, and worse than that, he is just 4.5 years away from College. ::gulp::. Now I am well aware that kids grow up, I am ok with that and even look forward to it a little bit (especially when they are all fighting). What really killed me is that for my entire marriage (save for a 14-month period of time) I (we) have been in debt; whether it be credit, car, medical or otherwise, debt has consumed our lives. We have gotten close many, many times to completely paying it off, then disaster would strike and before we knew it, we were climbing out once again. Now that there will be legislation passed sometime this year stating that CC companies cannot penalize you for a late payment, the companies are penalizing people, even those who make religiously prompt payments of more than the minimum, with astronomical interest rates. I have a good credit score, I will even venture to say that I have a great credit score, but that was not enough to keep my interest rates below 21% and over. So now, with college looming in the near future for my oldest, and then the other kids close on his heels, I have made an absolute decision to conquer this debt once and for all, despite the &*#E@$ at the companies and their policies.
It is not just the idea that my son will be in college, it is the idea that I would like to go myself, and if we continue to be in debt like this, it may never happen for me. I presently run a daycare but really don’t want to do it forever, because as much as I love the families and children, it is a taxing job. I am also floored by the amount of interest I am charged each month; I could have a car payment for less than I pay.
I have been using the snowball plan for quite a few years, but due to conditioning from my Suze Ormand fixation, I have a hard time just paying the minimum on the other cards, so I sort of get this diluted snowball effect, because I pay usually twice the minimum on each card, usually more. It is going down, but really is diluted, it in turn takes much longer to pay down the smallest debt. I have decided, that since I have been penalized for being a customer, and really there is nothing more they can do to me, I am going to go for the snowball plan and do it Dave Ramsey style.
His first step is to get $1000 into an emergency fund; I am nearly there, and will be implementing my Snowball plan this month. I also have a goal to not use credit cards for the rest of the year (well as long as it takes); debit cards or cash will be my only methods of transaction. I know it is going to be difficult, I have a little addiction to Kohl’s, and love to play “guess how much I saved?” by using the coupons they send and buying from the clearance racks. I am just going to have to get over that. We also are working on our house and had planned a kitchen remodel this year, but it will likely have to wait until we are 100% debt free.
His second step is of course to be debt free, but I won’t get ahead of myself. So I will keep you all updated on how my progress is going. Anyone want to join me on the road to financial freedom?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

What I've Read So Far




Ok, well, I finished the Dr. Laura book. Let me tell you, I LOVED it, and it definitely opened my eyes. There were parts in there that I swear she was talking about me (ok, there were a LOT of parts in there like that). She is very good. I am very conscious now of how I treat Toni, and his response has been pretty much what Dr. Laura says.

Reading the Bible has been very uplifting. I've come across many scriptures that just SPEAK to me. 1 John 4:18 says "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love." This is one of my favorites. Another one, probably my MOST favorite so far is Jeremiah 17:7-8, which says "Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, and whose hope is the Lord. For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, which spreads out its roots by the river, and will not fear when heat comes; But its leaf will be green, and will not be anxious in the year of drought, nor will cease from yielding fruit." Proverbs 13: 7 says, "There is one who makes himself rich, yet has nothing; and one who makes himself poor, yet has great riches."

I have taken these three scriptures to heart during these economic times, and in doing so, I feel lighter. I'm not going to worry about things, and neither is Toni. If anyone out there is also struggling, try opening your Bible and reading these scriptures, you might feel the same comfort.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Midnight Musings




I really don't have one thing to comment about, but several. I went to see the movie Avatar tonight. This is a rarity, since I'm usually annoyed that I spent the money to see a movie that turns out to be very dissapointing to me. I was not dissapointed by this movie, it was excellent. A great movie for everyone, even a sourpuss like me. I don't want to spoil anything at all about it, I just want to say go see this movie! This is quite possibly the only movie I will go see in theaters this year. But I had to see what all the hype was about, and for once my expectations were more than met. (Nate if they ever do WoT movies, James Cameron has to be in on it.) A beautiful movie and message as well.

This was a very pleasant change of pace. I have watched several movies lately where the theme has been about drugs, and the culture that surrounds them. Many of these movies glamorize the lifestyle and use of drugs. The ones that don't still usually have a happy ending, because people usually like the happy ending. And then there are the really gritty ones, without the happy ending. The ones that seem to leave a feeling of despair and filth seared right into your soul. As a person who has spent many, many, wasted years (pun intended) within that culture, I find these movies to be the most accurate. Sure a Cheech and Chong movie is entertaining, totally unrealistic, but funny. Some aren't so pleasant, these are the ones where nobody wins in the end, the drug wins. It is the main character or the anti-hero of the story. You might ask, why are you watching such movies? I'm not really sure why myself. I think this started when I found out that someone I had met overdosed and died recently. I didn't know this person well, but it was still a suprise. I have known many people over the years who have died because of drugs and alcohol, or at the very least have completely ruined their own lives and hurt the people who have loved them, deeply. I guess another reason for this is that on occasion I forget why I quit. I start to feel that longing or craving pull at me. So I find ways to remind myself of the horrors and the lows, which last far longer than the highs. And sometimes putting this out in the open kills that desire a little bit more. I would like to put it all down on paper one day in the hopes that it could help people, if it made me some cash as well I really wouldn't mind.

Now I would like to address the topic of sarcasm. I love sarcasm, as do all my siblings and my son. I have a sneaking suspicion that many of my cousins and aunts kind of like it themselves. But I think many don't like it when it's directed at them. So to any of you out there who have been offended or hurt by some of my statements, I apologize to you. My intent is never to hurt. I live within a curious circle of people, where biting sarcasm is a form of affection. Kind of like the little boy who keeps pulling on some little girl's braid, because he likes her and has to get it out somehow. It really doesn't make sense when you think about it, but then again neither do many of the things we do. So if I poke fun at you in this manner, just try to understand that it just means I like something about you, and think you can take it. I have to confess that I have a love of debating, and playing devil's advocate also. I am a walking contradiction all the time. I will state something I don't really believe just to see the reaction from others. One of my life's ambitions is to start a full scale riot in the nations capitol with words only, just for kicks. I'm totally kidding, it's really to see if I can start a cult based around pho. I would love to enlist the help of Mike Shannon in this endeavor.

Bizarre! I know. I've had to live with my own strangeness my entire life, and I'm still amazed at the convoluted trains of thought that come out at times. Speaking of strange, I was curious about what some of your weirdest obsessions or compulsive behaviors are. One of mine is scotch tape. If there is a roll in front of me I will tear off piece after piece to play with. I go through so much tape when wrapping presents that I started giving them to people in gift bags or unwrapped. And speaking also of trains of thought, I think this one just derailed. I just surveyed the wreckage and I'm officially in rare form this morning, and that's putting it nicely. On that note I bid you all good night, and I hope that you all enjoy your glimpse into the world of insomnia that I visit rather frequently.

The night owl, Jonathan

Friday, January 8, 2010

Rachel on "Julie and Julia"


Recently, Victoria blogged about how much she loves this movie. I just saw it for my first time on a plane ride back to Europe and I too loved it! I think Amy Adams is a wonderful actress, and she was in it with the best - Meryl Streep. So recently, I went out and bought it.

In Italy I was forced to cook more - no fast food or Chili's take-out around. In fact, NO take-out around. So I did learn to make more interesting things - you know, the kind of food our mom made in the 70's every night? Before frozen pizza came around? My mother-in-law has been buying me a prescription to Taste of Home's "Simply Delicious" for about 8 years now so I put it to good use over there making things I'd never have tried while working a full time job. I learned to like to cook in Italy. Or I guess I learned not to be afraid to cook in Italy. I became one with my "pinch" finger, "getting fancy with the spices" as they say in Ratatouille.

These recent reminders of my love of cooking gave me a daring idea. I like the idea that Julia Child wrote a french gourmet cookbook in laymen's terms. The movie made me brave - could it be true that I've been sauteeing mushrooms wrong the whole time? And I know I've never dried my meat - a waste of papertowels if you would have asked me. I wanted to know if she was right, and if I could do it too, so yesterday I went on Barnes and Noble.com and checked out the books (there are 2 volumes, by the way). You can get it for a discounted price of 50 sum-odd dollars if you join their club (a great deal - I used to be a member before I moved overseas). Too expensive for me right now - only one job in the family for a little bit longer and then I'll be able to buy what I want. So I went online and looked it up - sure enough, some kind soul posted the recipe right out of the cookbook - scanned it in and everything.

Today I went to the store, bought the ingredients, including some things I was never quite sure of (shallots), and took it home and made Boeuf Bourguignon. Granted, I've never had it before, but it was pretty tasty! If you don't know what Boeuf Bourguignon is, it's french beef stew on gourmet steroids. I will never eat regular stew again. I think of that famous line in "Seven Brides For Seven Brothers" where Howard Keel asks "Paddy" for some ketchup to put on Jane Powell's stew and she says "My stew can stand on it's own two feet." Up until now, I kind of figured it wasn't much of a feat to make beef stew and make it taste good. And then I had Boeuf Bourguignon.

Folks, I am going to buy this cookbook in the next month, and no, I'm not going to be blogging about it continually. This blog is about the eye-opening experience of what food can be like when you learn how to cook it right. I can't wait to try some more things and I'm not even afraid to kill a lobster.

Julia Child is a GOD! I might have just found my religion!

WoT! What????


I was reading through the comments on this blog the other day and in one of Jon’s he mentioned a few of our family members in reference to Wheel of Time characters. I have seen and read on the web of people making character cast wish lists if there were ever to be movies made out of the series and some are in line with how I imagine the characters in my mind and some make me wonder what the hell those people are thinking. I had not thought to ever make a character list in reference to my family.



Jon’s comment gave my mother (Victoria) as a member of the Brown Ajah, Jen as a member of the Yellow Ajah, and Rachel as a member of the Green Ajah. I went a little further and named Rachel as Elayne (with little bit of a gentle poke thrown in). I think that these would be a fairly good fit for characters. Jon initially stated that Andrea would be a good Forsaken, and I challenged him to explain as I don’t completely agree. He then said that he later thought that Tuon would be a better fit for her and I couldn’t agree more. He also named Nancy as Siuan Sanche (this fits with my mother’s comment about her) and this was dead on target. Matt would be a great Perrin in the story and Jon himself would be a good fit for Matrim, or possibly Padan Fain. Jon named me as a either a Warder, an Asha’man or an Aiel clan chief. I personally lean towards the Asha’man myself with the possibility of an Asha’man Warder (and I’m flattered by the reference to the clan chief). I think Bryant would make a good Uno and Shawn will almost certainly be a good Cenn someday. That’s all I have for now. If you want to know more or are intrigued by the above, do as Robert Jordan has said on many occasions and RAFO.



If you are not familiar with The Wheel of Time, there are currently 12 books in the series with an average of 668 pages each. There is a shorter prequel novel, a reference book and there are two more main novels due to finish the main series.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Cheap Entertainment

I would like to thank everybody who has posted and commented on this blog. It has proven to be quite a lot of fun and a huge bang for the entertainment buck. Thank you!

Post Followers


Has anybody ever checked who follows the Blog?  Scroll over them to see names. Who's Carlos?  Is there a Carlos in the family?  If not, hey, we're getting outside attention!  (I think it's because we're all crazy!)

By the way, these are my two love birds.  The black and white one is the boy, he's new, and probably stands to my waist (about 350 lbs, I think).  Her name is Pork Chop, his name is Ham Bone, and hopefully they'll produce Bacon & Sausage!

Home projects


Okay, I have to vent. My husband is DRIVEN! A bit OCD, but not bad. He is taking these 2.2 desert acres and kicking it's butt. He likes doing it and wants to tell me about the yard, what he wants to do, where we will put our dream pool one day, bridges, etc. So how come everytime I have an idea for the house, I get one or all of the following:


1. "I'm never going to have any time to do anything - I'm going to be stuck working around the house for years." Note: When it's his idea, he doesn't mind hanging out all day in the yard. Oh, and I have the better ideas of course.


2. "We won't have the money for that for about 5 years." Except that what I'm suggesting doesn't have to be done all at once, and can be a long term project built upon each summer, and much of it is free labor.


3. "I can't picture it!" Despite my photos of exact items and drawings, and CAD 3-D drawing.


4. "You come out and do it!" So of course, I say "Gladly!", and now he has to go in and stay inside with the 26 month old baby, which he'll never do. I'm more than capable of doing this building and yard stuff [I took wood shop!] but he makes switching very inconvenient for me by screaming a lot, throwing tantrums, etc. So in the end, I am watching the kids, and he's doing the work. He does this on purpose.


So I get after him for all of the above and tell him to just forget it - I can work close to the house and watch the child. I don't need his help to do my project. Then he says "No! This is my house too! You're not going to do stuff without getting my permission." Note, he often forgets to ask me what I think until it's done.


I'm going to do it anyway. Have power tools, will create!

What's Everyone Up to?


This is kinda like a Dear Jon letter, only it's because it is in answer to Jon Schroeder's post from a few days ago where he called several family members out and asked, essentially, Hey - why haven't we heard from you on this family blog? Here is some information of people who have not contributed and why I think they are not.

Sherolyn - well Sherolyn's computer died, and I think she is just not interested in getting another one. Also, even though she is a good writer, her perfectionism sometimes gets the best of her and I think it would take her 3 weeks to write a 300 word blog.

Helen Kay - I don't know why she hasn't responded. I always thought she would be one to want to write. I saw her on Christmas and several of us talked about the New Blog, but I now realize she didn't say a thing and I didn't call her out. A very sneaky way to not make a commitment, I commend her.

Nancy - Nancy hasn't responded, either. She is probably busy with the only grandson in the world (Andrea's baby), and busy doing Retired Lady things. I also suspect she is one of those people who has no interest in writing. She is The General, after all, not a dang writer.

Elaine - has not responded, either. I don't think she is out of the country; she is probably busy doing Dr. Elaine things.

Leslie spends a good amount of time with Grandma Nor. She takes on the brunt of Grandma's needs, bless her. I think we should probably send in a nomination for sainthood for her, I think she has a good chance. Also, I heard Marie is having some pregnancy problems and Leslie has been taking care of her.

Teri - well, with some prodding, your mom has contributed. I told her she could do it at night - (like I do); she is just sleeping, anyway.

Me - Well, you know.

Roni - the only reason she contributed was because I made her. I think that was my one and only opportunity. She is, after all, the Resister of Authority. Not that I am authority, but since I started the blog thing and then told her I was publishing the thing she wrote, I might kind of look like I think I'm in that role.

Gayle - are you kidding? She scares the hell out of me - I'm not going to make her do ANYTHING!

Sherolyn's kids - Alice is interested; I heard Patti is a good writer, I don't have her email. Alice said she would tell her. The other girls? Who knows.

Helen's kids? Well, we got Rachel. Both Heidi and Sonja are interested. Heidi has her own blog, too. I don't know about the other 6.

Susan's -I invited Barb, but she has health issues and probably won't.

Nancy's kids - I invited Andrea, haven't heard back. I didn't send a note to Matt, I guess I should have. I didn't think he would be interested. Grandma Nor would tell me that I should ask and let the decision be his.

Leslie's kids? I invited Hans, but haven't heard back. David is in some gnarly secret military training, so he probably won't. I don't know about Troy, but Yanilza did contribute. Don't know about the others.

Teri's kids? Well, you and Jen are holding down the fort. And Jen does have her own blog. Would like to see some from your bros and your son, and from Nor and her gang. Alas.

Victoria -As for my kids, well Meg and Nate are plugging away. You and Nate are such a great Tag-Team duo, like always. I used to say you were each other's worst influence. Shawn says he is happy I am so 'into' this, but he is not interested in writing. He said he is proud of one of his greatest accomplishment - avoiding this technology. My best bet is to follow him around and write down the funny, crusty things he says. Mike works about 10 - 12 hours a day and then is in school and as always, keeps biting off a bit more than is easy to chew, although we do have lovely Jessica contributing. Your mom sent me an article about oil fields and I ran it past Mike, and he had some excellent comments and would 'love' to do research and write an article, but is too tied up with school and work and family. (Also, Sasha is now old and very sick - i'm worried that she might not be here long).

Roni's kids - I have asked them, and Steve said he was interested, but it is probably not a priority. I would like to see something from them - they are funny people. Roni has gotten them all entrenched in the Twilight thing. It is possible that they are just going along with her to keep her happy. I heard Kevin has his own blog. When I find out the URL I will link to it and ask for a contribution.

As for Gayle's girls - Well, Hilari said she is interested, but she is blonde, and so keeps forgetting. I don't know why Lindi isn't contributing, besides she works full-time and has two energetic boys at home. There You Have It. Love to all - Victoria

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

New Moon? No Moon!


I just wanted everyone to know I can't find my copy of New Moon. Women, cry a bit with me, and men rejoice!

Life before, during and after Italy - Events and Thoughts






















So many people want to know what it's like to live in Italy. 4 years is a long time to accumulate answers to these questions, so I'll just post some of the more interesting things that may have happened, or thoughts I formed about their culture, etc. These are in no particular order:

I had a car accident in Italy. Go figure! Crazy drivers... and I lived in the north where they're much more civilized. About my accident... I'm tooling down A4 in my Kia Sorrento, driving in the slow lane and doing under the speed limit (130kph/83 mph). Next thing I know I feel this bump from behind, and look in my driver's side mirror to see a service van go zipping by. I GOT HIT FROM BEHIND AND HE RAN! My sister Krissie is in the car with me (we're on a road trip) and she totally freaks out. I'm the non dramatic type and I just laughed at her. I asked her "What do you want me to do? Pull over and call the Carabinieri? They'd laugh at me!" If you ever told me I'd survive an 83+ mile per hour hit and run with little damage, I wouldn't believe you. Only damage to my car - a nice bumper scratch wrapping around to the side. God bless large American-style cars!

My landlord was named Paola Rova. She was married to an American retiree, who passed a few years back. Her son is named Marco. Marco is 1/2 American, 1/2 Italian. Marco is also autistic. Highly functioning enough to be left on his own, and hold a job, but not functioning enough to live alone or marry. Marco kept us entertained. He spoke in sentences half full of Italian words, half full of English words, in no particular order. He was like my 8 year old son - always wanting attention, always wanting to say hello to everyone. You would come outside our row house and he'd be across the street at his house at the gate, waiting for someone to walk by. Marco cracked us up! I had lots of visitors, one of which was a 12 year old girl. She, her mother and I were sitting upstairs in my guest bedroom, which overlooked the front of the house. It was about midnight and the daughter was sitting in the window ledge - 12 foot drop to the cement below. Marco was outside taking pictures of her - he was quite the peeping Tom. The most common thing Marco did was reminiscent of the scene in "Finding Nemo" where Marlon and Dory get to Sydney Harbor and are flopping on the pier, and the seagulls above all start going "Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!". Well anytime you got within viewing distance of Marco, he'd start up a similar cadence, but substitute the words "Ciao! Ciao! Ciao! Ciao!" Our visitors got such a kick out of him! He often came and looked through our open windows to talk to us in our house. Paola (his mother) loved us so much she told us she would give us her house if we stayed there (we did have that option). She doesn't have any heirs and Marco obviously can't inherit. We declined, in spite of the financial windfall that would have followed - I know Marco would have been somewhere in the fine print of our inheritance from her.

Our house in Aviano was built in the 1920's by Paola's grandfather. Technically, it was a farm house, built on the edge of the road with no front yard. This house actually had statuary in the back yard. BIG statuary! My mother visited and didn't notice them until late one evening when she thought there was a very large woman (8 feet tall) standing in my backyard, lit by the moonlight. The house was covered in windows and shutters. Because of my overzealous neighbor, we often kept all the shutters on the front of the house shut. One Sunday, I'm sitting in my kitchen and I hear this rumble, rumble, rumble, right outside the windows. So I open the windows and then the shutters and right in front of me is a very long row of vintage Ferraris. It was shocking! I would get so used to my lifestyle in Italy, doing my American thing, and then something like that would happen and it was like "Whoa! I live in Italy! How cool!" Needless to say, I drooled for about 5 minutes as they sat there. I also saw a few vintage Alfa Romeos, a Lamborghini, and a few others I can't name, but recognized. I love cars, by the way. The house was very cool and even had an old refurbished barn, a chicken coop (we used it as a shed), and an old smithshop attached next door.

Power in Italy is interesting. I never quite understood the exact reason, but an Airman who worked in civil engineering on base explained it to me that Europe's power system is very very old. But because of environmental issues an overhaul would create, they were at a standstill on bringing it up to today's standards. As a result, it was easy to overload the system and pop the main house breaker (which was next door in the spider-infested smithshop). I could not run any of the following together: hair dryer, washer, dryer (both tiny by the way), oven, toaster, microwave, curling iron, iron, air conditioner, dishwasher, or vacuum. So all day long, when trying to get my work done I ran around the house turning things on and off. My house rarely got 100% clean.

Fashion in Italy is a trip. People will spend very little on a vehicle, but will spend horrendous amounts on clothing. It's not uncommon to have people look down their nose at you because you are not dressed up enough for them. It's becoming more and more of an American culture there though - jeans are now common, and are daily wear for youth. It is not uncommon to see an old lady riding her scooter/motorcycle to the market in full skirt suit - or to see an elder gentleman gardening in a blazer and a pair of slacks. Contrary to what you might think though, the average Italian probably buys the bulk of their clothes at the market. This is a lot like buying clothes at the Asian stands you see in parking lots around the U.S. - the clothes are similar. I can predict to you that this next year will be a big year for the color purple - it was everywhere in Italy last year, and fashion trends in the U.S. usually follow a year or so behind. What's also odd is that Italian's love American yard sales. And contrary to the American way, it's not the junk or knick-knacks that get sold, it's the American clothes! They love our clothes! Except they'll never tell you that to your face. In the spring, when it's about 55-65 degrees, you will find all the Americans in shorts and t-shirts, ready to enjoy the warm weather. The Italians on the other hand, are still bundled up in their winter coats and scarf set. They're very big on full clothing. Except when you go to the beach and then topless is not a big deal. In fact, I was appalled to see a 10 year old boy running around naked! Little kids don't always wear clothes at the beach. Funniest fashion moment: two Italian road workers, stripped down to their tightie-whiteys while working with road tar. Hey, it was a hot day!

When we got to Italy, we weren't sure what mannerisms to adopt, and which not to adopt. So we just wing it and figure it out as we go along. One of these mannerisms is the answering of the telephone. One must say "Pronto!" I didn't get this straight for a long time and would say "Prego!" instead which means welcome. After a while I figured out anyone with any business calling me was American and went back to the old "Hello?" When using the word "Prego" as a "your welcome", we found that we could confuse the Italians by saying "Ragu" instead. Of course, they didn't get our little American joke, but we thought it was pretty funny!

Pepperoni is an American invention. No really! The original pizza was created for Queen Margherita in Napoli (Naples in Amerispeak) by one of her chefs. Of course, this is where the Margherita pizza came from, which is simply a cheese pizza. If you ever go to Italy, and you want a pizza similar to Pepperoni, you should order a Diavola which is salami. If you ask for a Pepperoni, they're going to be confused and then bring you a pizza covered with Pepperoncini salad peppers (not an uncommon pizza topping). My favorite pizzas ended up being either Capricciosa (prosciutto, mushroom and artichoke), or Bresaola con Rucola e Grana (shaved dried beef, arugula [yes, the fancy salad stuff], and slivers of real Parmiggiana Reggiano cheese [see reference below]). It's fantastic!

I did not find Fettucini Alfredo ever the whole time I was in Italy. Totally an American invention. I can tell you though that the Olive Garden's Seafood Portofino is just like the seafood pasta dish they serve in Portofino (my favorite place in Italy).

When drinking red wine (room temperature, non sweet variety) it is complemented best with small pieces of REAL Parmiggiana Reggiano. It's incredible if you've never tried it! Note: Substituting BelGioiso Parmesan that you can buy at any American store is a no-no. Go to the deli section and get the real stuff. Oh, and if it doesn't knock your socks off, then your deli is selling stale cheese (I had this happen at HARMONS in SLC, of all places!). Note: An Italian can drink any American under the table any day of the week and twice on Sundays... and then drive home in a fairly straight fashion.

While in Europe, I drove to the following places in my car: Rome (2 times), Napoli, Milano, Lago di Garda, Florence, Venice (2 times by car - 10 by train), Portofino (3 times), Santa Margherita Ligure (2 times), Tuscany (all over the place - no I did not go to Volterra, home of the vampires in New Moon), the Italian Riviera (3 times - all over), Genova, Cinque Terre, Nice (France), Monte Carlo (Monaco), Ville-Franche sur Mer (France), Salzburg (Austria - 3 times), Garmisch-Partenkirchen (Germany - 4 times), Neuschwanstein Castle (Germany - 3 times). Never once did I drive the 40 miles to the east and cross into Slovenia or Croatia. Germans, by the way, are the NICEST people on earth. And the people in Southern France are also very nice - they don't like Italians, or Northern French.

I got into the whole Mecham family tree while I was in Europe. Mom (Helen Kay) got me onto that BYU Relationship Finder website and so I got to see everyone who was famous or royalty from Europe. It was so cool to go places and see this stuff and know that my ancestors were here. For example, one of our great grandfathers (like 33rd or something) designed the foundation and plan of a nearby castle/village called Castello d'Aviano (different from the town of Aviano). When first learning about this great-grandfather, whose name was Frederich I, Holy Roman Emperor, (he was from Bavaria or Bohemia, or some other variation of old Germany), I was in Milan. I found out that this great-grandfather was responsible for destroying Milan it's second time (it was destroyed 3 times). I did not tell anyone I was related to him that day. Charlemagne is a much better-received relation if you want to talk with Europeans about them.

Okay, that's enough for now - I might post more later when I think of it. If you're on Facebook, go to my photo albums and see lots of pics.

End the "R" Word

While doing a search this morning on bible study for special needs kids, I came across this blog. It goes over what I have told people for years. I have let myself slip a few times over the past 2 or 3 years, and used the word myself, but I am again eradicating the word from my vocabulary. I take offense when I hear the word, and have often spoken up to whomever has used it (very unusual for me, as I usually don't do anything to draw attention to myself, or cause conflict).

Anyway, read the excerpt below, and check out the link, which has more detail. If you are even REMOTELY connected to someone with special needs, it will hopefully change your thinking, if you don't already avoid this horrible word.

www.blogcatalog.com/blog/parents-of-kids-adults-with-special-needs/fdba55cf3a95ca8b720cc79aca13fd7d

Wednesday, March 18, 2009



End the "R" Word


Recently, as I walked through downtown Denver enjoying an evening out with my husband, we were surrounded by people having fun. They were all kinds of groups, young and older, just chatting away. During the period of about an hour, I heard the word "retard" at least three times.

Everyone uses it, you say? It's just a word, right? A word that used to mean one thing, and now means something else? You don't mean anything by it, right? "I was just kidding!"


Do you have any idea how many times people with developmental disabilities are called the "R" word - in a way that is meant to be derogatory? And now, this word has become an adjective used as much as any other negative word to describe a person.


Face it - the "R" word is the equivalent of the "N" word. While it may have been somehow "acceptable" ions ago, it is now a slur. And the use of the word in any sentence is wrong - by anyone - any time.


That is why, when Dick Morris said the "R" word on the O'Reilly Factor on February 9, people with intellectual disabilities and the actor John C. McGinley from Scrubs, developed a video and a campaign to end the "R" word. They are seeking our help to end the use of the "R" word by spreading the word.

The Evils of Romance, or The Romance of Evil


I have been reading the posts and comments recently dealing with romance and vampires and I would like to address these two topics and the abomination of these subject’s most dangerous of liaisons.





There have been many retellings of the legend of the vampire throughout history and in many of the more recent versions (meaning the last few decades) the true nature of the vampire has been obscured and polished, for lack of a better word. One very important fact has been almost completely absent from the posts and comments in this blog and is commonly glossed over in the popular media. The fact is that vampires are evil. There is no getting around this fact, no matter how much romance we throw at the situation. Vampires feed on the life force and death of humans. Vampires are EVIL! Vampires will use any means necessary to procure their next source of sustenance, utilizing highly evolved forms of seduction, manipulation and fear. This is an inherent part of their nature. Vampires may have once been human, but in the process of becoming a vampire (by choice or otherwise) the human dies and what is left is a twisted and corrupt creature of the night. Attempting to apply humanistic attributes to a vampire and saying that a vampire can be romantic is akin to saying that Ted Bundy could be charming when he wanted. The latter is said to have been true and the former is probably possible, but who in their right mind would willingly put themselves in a position near either of these beings when the outcome would very likely be dark and painful? Yes, there are depictions of vampire characters where the vampire seems to be trying to overcome its innate nature and the vampire may attempt to cultivate a relationship with a human (or the other way ‘round), but because the vampire is no longer human and its desires and hunger will eventually need to be sated, the conclusion of such a union is nearly inescapable and deadly for the human.




I must confess, I have a great fondness for vampire stories and movies. Some of my favorites are Nosferatu, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Queen of the Damned, Interview With the Vampire and the Underworld movies (hot ass-kickin’ gun shootin’ vampires, eviscerate first/ask questions later werewolves and a Werepire/Vampwolf - a vampire/werewolf hybrid). There may or may not be varying degrees of romance in these movies, but no matter how much there is the true nature of the vampire always comes out in the end, and the end is usually bloody. Of the previously mentioned movies, I would have to say that Underworld is my favorite followed by Queen of the Damned. Both of the lead characters in these movies were strong and alluring female vampires. I have even found myself wondering what it would be like to meet such a smokin’ hot and deadly creature, but I realize what the end would be, my death spiritually and/or physically and that would mean I would have to change who and what I was and why in hell would I do that for anybody?




I have no real interest in seeing Twilight. First, the movie and the actors/characters in the movie have been on vast amounts of tabloid magazine covers leading me to wonder just what type of audience the movie studio is trying to cultivate and what type of message they are sending about the movie. Second (and my ignorance of the movie may show on this), this isn’t really a vampire movie, it’s a chick-flick with an edge of danger (by way of vampire) thrown in to make the romance seem all the sweeter. Third, have you really looked at Mr. Pattinson? I’m nearly convinced it was not a stretch at all for him to “play” a vampire in this movie. He is good looking (or so I’ve been told) and vampires are generally more attractive than the average human, he always looks pale or washed out and he usually seems to be brooding over something or other, all typical vampire characteristics. His portrayal of a vampire in the movie is nothing more than the vampire nation’s latest attempt to lull us all into a false sense of complacency to the very real danger the vampires pose to humans. Any attempt by a vampire to be seen as romantic should be highly suspect and seen for what it is, an elaborate ruse to entertain itself until it grows bored of its game then kills and discards its prey. No, to say that a vampire can be romantic does a great disservice to us all and endangers the entire human race.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Resolutions, with a twist.


Typically at this time of year, I am busy implementing new changes to finally lose the weight that found me 13 years ago. And typically, I would be wondering if this year would be the year to finally make it happen. Well this year I decided instead to focus on things that I would love to accomplish, rather than make promises to myself that I can’t keep (because when a person doesn’t keep their promise it irks me to no end). So on that note, I will share my list of ambitious endeavors.
For starters, I would like to take a cake decorating class. Yes I have decorated cakes in the past, but most of my “skills” have been self taught. And I am sure I can learn a thing or two from an actual professional. Plus, I have no idea how to make frosting flowers, so learning that would just be icing on the cake. ;)
I would also like to learn how to knit. This does not necessarily have to be done in a class, although there is a neighboring Village that has the quaintest downtown area, and there is a shop called the “Gifted purl”, that teaches knitting. And I would love to join one so I can get some romance ideas. I hear they are in abundant supply at knitting circles these days.
To go along with my number one plan for this year, I would like to learn to make the most divine chocolate cake. My Mother used to make a Black Forest cake that was to die for. I can make one with a mix (which is NOT to die for), but to make it from scratch would make me feel as though I had reached the absolute summit of homemaking prowess.
I would also like to learn how to make regular old white and yellow cakes as well, as these tend to be more my family’s favorite kind. Yes, technically I can make a cake, but my last attempt was more dense, and gray, and heavy than a cake has a right to be. I have a thing with flour that just won’t let me use the bleached variety. I am willing to get over that to attain cake perfection, but once I master it; I will do my best to find a way to make them with wheat flour.
My elder Brother introduced me to Pho this year, and while it was fantastic, the restaurant was pretty far away. It is unlikely that I would drive that far again for the tasty treat. So… this year I want to try my hand at cracking the recipe, that way, I can have it whenever I desire.
I would like to Read Simple abundance EACH DAY this year, instead of my usual, weekend cramming sessions. I like to ponder each day’s message as a sort of meditation. And if anyone has seen my facebook statuses, you will know that I have the hardest time relaxing. So much so that 2 years ago, I developed swallowing issues. I have tried various medicines, undergone an endoscopy, and numerous Dr Visits with a variety of Docs. The latest hypothesis is that I am too stressed to unwind, and it is causing my esophagus to swell. (Oh my ears too, but that is another story).
This year, I am also practicing patience. We are talking patience like a monk has patience. I think being impatient has contributed to my stress levels. Well so has my perfectionist tendency, but that is a task for another year.
Next is something I am already doing, and that is blogging. I started my own, but thus far have only posted one thing. When Aunt Susan died, I remember thinking (and saying at her funeral, although likely no one could understand me because I was blubbering so much) that I admired her courage and lack of fear when it came to her writing. She wrote things and actually sent them off to publishers. I have written in the privacy of my home for years, but done little with my musings. So this year, at the very least, I will blog. Then we shall see if the dream grows wings.
When I was a child, we had this beautiful piano, I learned (as well as some of my siblings) to play on that piano, and I was fortunate enough as an adult to inherit it. Sadly it is very old, and now about a third of the keys are unplayable. It is old, and people constantly ask me why I don’t get rid of it. The answer is that it is the most beautiful thing I have ever owned (aside from my children, but I don’t really own them either, just borrowing for a while), and I can’t bear to part with it, working or not. SO this year (thanks to my Cousin Rachel’s patience, and pointing me in the right direction) I am going to try my hand at Piano repair. I mean it can’t be much harder than a washer right?
Ok this one sounds silly maybe, but still it is maybe attainable. When I bought my house 6.5 years ago, I was so desperate for a place to call my own (we had been living with my father for 8 months), that we just sort of jumped in with both feet, and bought this house. It sort of escaped us at the time that our fridge was in the dining room, and really it didn’t matter at first. But now, it bothers me every single day. I do not have the efficient “triangle” that you read about in kitchen magazines. I have more like a “Z”. And everyday, I plot and scheme on how to get my fridge into the kitchen. You may ask why I haven’t yet, and I would have to tell you that it is “complicated” We have a half wall, little counter space, and our washer and dryer, as well as breaker box, and laundry cabinets, all in the kitchen, so the poor fridge was exiled to the dining room. This has not stopped my determination to put it in its rightful place, oh no. It is just going to take an act of god (or my tax refund) to do the necessary improvements to move him to his rightful throne. And I think by the summer I will have the flash of genius necessary to do just that. (Well I hope so anyway).
When I was a teenager, I repurposed most of my clothes, because most of them came from thrift stores and the like. I fell out of habit with the practice when I had my second child. Now that my “baby” is 4, I think it is time to look into this very favorite pastime of mine. I plan on embellishing some of my favorite shirts that have developed pinholes. I am even repurposing a dress for a wedding I am in this year.
I saw this amazing scalloped dress on another blog recently, and it really spoke to me. So I am going to try my hand at my own version of a scalloped dress for me this year, and dust off my designing hat.

Too Many BOOKS!!!!!!!!


Okay, I told myself that I would only post when I am driven to (i.e., I have something meaningful, to me if nobody else, to say). But I just have to say a word about the subject of reading to better one's self.

Last week I embarked upon a journey to do some reading every day. Not just regular reading of novels, but actual meaningful reading. Up until this point I would tell myself and everyone around me that I don't have time to read, what with the zoo-farm and all. But I have decided to actually read.

So it started with one book, the MOTHER of all books, the most important book; the Holy Bible. I decided to start from the beginning. It only took 2 days to get through Genesis, and most of it I actually understand! I'm halfway through Exodus, and I'm still understanding it.

Next, I was loaned a book written by Dr. Laura Shlesinger (whom I CAN'T STAND), titled "The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands". Her points are VERY valid (for me at least), and I totally get her message. It's her delivery method that I hate. But I keep reading because I promised my friends that I would read with an open mind. Again, I totally get the message, but detest the delivery. On I read.

Third, a gift from my dear mother. She originally gave it to me years ago, but I forget the excuses I made to myself on why I couldn't read it. This year she has bestowed upon me "tools" to go along with the book. At least the daily reading is only a few paragraphs.

Next book, probably the most eye-opening book for me so far (read in conjuction with the Bible), "The Purpose Driven Life" by Rick Warren. I only read a chapter a day (usually 3-4 pages), as the book is meant just for that, to be finished in 40 Days. There is an interesting piece on the first few pages about how God considers 40 days a spiritually significant time frame. It was the number of days he used (several times) to prepare someone for His purposes; i.e. Noah, Moses, David v. Goliath, Elijah, etc. Anyway, AWESOME book so far.

The last book is one I will be starting this evening, and totally off the subject of the above mentioned books. After our Couples Bible Study last night, my best friend's husband and I got off on the subject of farming, self-sustainable living, etc. (There is a reason why he is my husband's best friend, and his wife mine - they are both exceptional people). He "challenged" me to read a book - no given time frame, just read it - then give a "book report" I guess you could say, when I'm done. It is "Five Acres and Independence" by M.G. Kains. I have done similar research and read similar books, so of the four of us, I seemed to be the most suited for reading this book.

Well, that is my daily reading list. So far I'm doing good at keeping up with everything, and staying with the intention. But be forwarned, I will be "enlightening" you all with me ever growing knowledge, whatever the subject may be.

READY TO START


Today is Monday January 4th and I am now ready to fully start living my aspirations. Yes, it takes me a few days to warm up to the new year. I did start my contemplation phase of the new year on the first, however today is the day that I apply the contemplation to my new way of life.
Jan 1st - Viewed a GREAT movie (Avatar) Got to hang with my Mother in-law and share some laughs and insight.

Jan 2nd - Drove to Bear Lake, stayed in a Condo with my Mom, Stepdad and family. Swam and relaxed.

Jan 3rd - Awoke from a strange dream that later revealed itself in reality. Went sledding and spent some time reading and writing.

Off to a great start.

I will check in weekly to update you on my progress and hopefully feel inspired to share some of the treasures that filter through my soul.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Party Time!





Really funny things happen when we go to a party where no one knows anybody! My husband Troy and I were invited to a company party ( MonaVie) at the Grand American in Salt Lake City.

The Party started out by sitting at this beautiful table with an awesome salad that looked like a little miniature castle and drinks. Then everyone was introduced to each other at the table. You would think that not being yourself would end there.

So the first funny thing is after the introductions, silence hits the table. No one is talking. Seriously - No One. Things are sure beginning to get awkward. Oh no! We must say something. Who is going to go first? Me, you, anyone, please, someone say something! Then when someone finally says something it is such a relief for everyone, and finally people stop being tense just in time for another awkward moment.

Another is the eating part! One of the important parts that get us talking with each other, I would think. But oh no!!! Oh no!! There are so many utensils on the table, which one do I use first, next, and so on? I don’t want to go first. The food is going to eat me or I am going to eat the food. So we starve and only eat one bite of it and leave the rest there just because you can’t be yourself and really enjoy the moment.

Finally, we must talk about things to get talking somehow! Things like my kids are in this and that and showing off how much income we have, going on and on and on, until the party is over. Then everyone goes home saying I hope that I didn’t make a fool of myself, I hope they liked me, I hope that I didn’t say the wrong thing, or make anyone feel bad.
from Yanilza Groberg
daughter-in-law/niece of The Girls

Men VS. Women?... sheesh!


My conjoined reply to several blogs was too big to fit in the comments section. So here it is:


Jonathan, let’s not jump on every little tidbit you think you can glean a bit of triumph out of… it’s one thing to win the battle (tiny, I might add), and one thing to win the war. I only mentioned Venus because I thought it was ironic that the book “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” (written by a male I think) used her name and that SHE was the goddess of love. I assure you that this is about as far as I like to delve into Greek or Roman mythology. I prefer true history.


Nathan, I had to comment on what you wrote. You are correct and I'm sorry for not clarifying my position a bit better. Everyone does deserve romance. It's a bit refreshing to read Kameron's, your's and Jonathan's comments that men want romance too. When I said "not all men", it is your type to which I was referring. Obviously you three are some of the good guys. With that being said, I still hold my views on romance - we need more romance, women AND men. This whole conversation started with why we, women like Twilight so much - and truly, that is one of the reasons why, but not the only reason. Another reason I think is that Edward is a gentleman. That says more about his character. I will write more on this after I address Teri’s comments.


Teri, I like your comments, and you hit upon what I've been trying to say. You said "to be romantic in all aspects of life would mean that all areas of life can be imbued with romance, and theoretically then, even the days that are less than shiny bright would have the lift and lilt of knowing one is loved and cherished". YES! This is more the gist of what I’m trying to say. This multi-blog discussion started with explaining why women like Edward. And yes, an anonymous poster said that the book was written for women, by a woman. Maybe that’s where we got our wires crossed. I believe the three of you took my comments to mean men were essentially at fault in the world today. I was simply explaining how this book emphasized one specific point (male/female relations) in a much broader issue (people/people relations). Somehow this became a male/female bashing competition. My whole point of this explanation to you was, no matter how flawed the characters may be (it’s fiction, Jonathan… and who isn’t flawed anyways), I’d like to explain to you that Edward is a gentleman, and it’s who he is that makes him romantic, not how much he confesses his love or how hot he is – plenty of love confessions (HA HA! many false) and hotness in the world today. Those qualities we are not lacking. You may find him brooding, I find him cautious and conscientious. He’s battling his inner demons – who would be happy about that? I believe he embodies Teri’s comment. I’d like to expand her point a little bit by saying that it’s not just loved ones who can benefit. For example: when I’m at the grocery store, and a man holds the door open for me, isn’t that romantic? Yes it is! Does there have to be love involved? No. Just what Teri said – my day is better having been treated well by another human being. How about when a man is driving down the road, and he flips the bird at a woman who makes a mistake in traffic. We’re not going to even get into fault here because we’ve all made mistakes and can you honestly say that this woman made her traffic error on purpose? Is his gesture romantic? Does that speak of good manners on the man’s part? I can tell you as a mother of an adult male, if my son ever did that to a woman, he’d get a good chewing out from me. Do we need this kind of behavior in our lives? Does it truly serve a purpose other than to vent his top? No. Now as I have tried to be fair saying it’s not MAN’s fault, I’m going to say that the same can be said of a woman. While men hold the expected chores of door holding, chair holding, other general manners, etc., women express the same care in different ways. When a woman makes an effort to show compassion (very broad definition, I know) to another person, you, a child, etc., isn’t that romantic? But when you encounter a woman who is screaming at her child, or swearing at someone, don’t we all pause and say to ourselves “WOW!”… and not in a good way? We can all do with more manners than the few taught in the current times. Just a few simple examples, but you get my drift. So Jonathan, you state women will try to be romantic only because they need it reciprocated to them? I ask you, don’t we all need to be treated in this broad romantic fashion? I can certainly say I do not need to be treated poorly.


Kameron, (who are you, by the way? Another of my cousins?) I have to say I’m disappointed to hear your opinion that WOMEN are not romantic. Your paintbrush paints a wide swath there. Not true. Perhaps some women, but most I’ve met are fairly conscientious and romantic, with the exception of the spoiled few. I have not been around much romance in my life, but it has never stopped me from continuously showing appreciation, or treating people well. It has nothing to do with whether or not I receive it in return from said persons – it’s just who I am. I do stuff for people because it makes me happy to make them happy. Often, I am the one holding the door for a strange man. Even an old, physically unattractive strange man. Seems odd, of course, but I do it because I think any man deserves to reap the same benefits. Why not? We females wanted equal treatment right? This did not mean we wanted to be treated like a man (like is happening every day all over the world), but it does mean that we have to reciprocate to our male counterparts when they have shown appreciation. Am I romantic? Yes! Is it noticed? Depends on who’s day I’m lifting. And I harken back to my original point. Manners. You know, I find it interesting that it is those who were raised with good manners that are the ones who appreciate my gestures.


I think I’ve come full circle back to the original topic. Twilight works as a novel because of the relationship between the characters. Edward is a gentleman, and Bella is equally nice as well. It’s a New York Times Bestseller – it didn’t get that way from just teenage girls. The numbers speak for themselves. But Jonathan, I have explained to you that you don’t get it. And you know what? I’ve had a flash of intuition into why you don’t get it… You’re a man. You don’t have the experience to understand. Now before you jump on me, let me explain. You will never experience what a woman experiences when it comes to male/female relations, simply because you aren’t subject to the same type of relation. For example, I seriously doubt you’d ever expect a man to hold out your chair for you. Or get your coat. Or bring you flowers to show appreciation. But women, well, we know what has been done in the past, and I’m going to tell you that my experience is that these old fashioned mannerisms are rarely seen anymore. So Jonathan, in this paragraph I’m talking manners between a man and a woman. The door holding of course is a hold out – a simple courtesy that has for the most part survived. However, even this simple courtesy is sometimes forgotten – I have had many men ignore me when coming through a door - even while holding a squirming child in my arms. Jonathan, your mama taught you well. Like I said before, not all men today lack manners – I am sure you are one of the remaining who does show proper courtesy. Bill Cosby is known for making controversial comments regarding bad parenting in black society contributing to delinquency of their children, and not the government – I’d like to grasp the basis of that thought (parenting) and apply it to all society, both sexes, and all persons regardless of relationship. Parents need to teach better manners. We should treat each other better. I’d love to meet an Edward on every corner. Polite, well-spoken, and generally old-fashioned. Remember when he made sure he was formally introduced to Bella’s father? Who is doing that anymore? We should be!


I end this with one of my original statements from your original Vampire! Blog: “Every little step our gender takes towards equality, well a little bit more romance is lost along the way. We want that romance, we crave the romance of days gone by, and I think males the world over might consider this a tiny wake up call to harken back to old-fashioned mannerism minus the sexism of days gone by.” Regardless of how badly women may have been treated in Greek times, or Roman times, or the 1800’s, or the 1500’s, etc., I think it’s safe to say that throughout time, “Polite Society” has maintained the same manners – and today, well, it’s just not as prevalent. Either that, or there is less “Polite Society”. I’m not blaming men because many, many women (think some 70’s feminists), in their quest to be equal, threw away anything and everything that smacked of difference. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been pinched on the backside by men who think it’s socially acceptable. Is this the equivalent of a “good job” pat on the butt during a football game? Well, no thank you. I respectfully decline. So folks, what old fashioned mannerism would you like to bring back if you could pick just one??? Seriously! I’d like to know! Past them in the comments below please...


I’d like to end this with a note that I do not think that I am perfect, and I too suffer from the effects of GenX (we were rude too)! I am trying to overcome my personal failings and continue to struggle with adopting better manners every day I exist.


Can we end this male/female bashing and just move on to people should treat each other better?


Game over!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Fireplaces - I'm Confused


So ... with Mercury in retrograde and all, the weeks leading up to Christmas were a bit more hectic than I had anticipated. December 24th found me working until 2:40 p.m., with only a few presents purchased, a couple for grandson Kameron and a couple for little grandson Conor.

I left my job at 2:40, headed to Kohl's and did a big chunk of shopping. I was driving my son Jon's car, because it has all-wheel drive, and working windshield wipers (important!). The doors do not lock, however. So from Kohl's I zipped home to unload purchases. Not bad, less than five minute drive. My son Eli (or 'E' as one of my clients calls him) said he needed to pick up a few things, so off we went together. This is good, because guys who can lift bulky stuff are handy when shopping.

Son Andrew said he wanted fireplace tools. He lives in a really terrific house, but until this year they have not used the fireplace. My son Jake is also using his fireplace for the first time this year, since he has finally finished the hardwood floor installation in his family room. So E and I scurried into Home Depot, at 4:59 pm. I thought they were closing at 5:00, so we were rushing. Turns out they weren't closing until 8:00 (On Christmas Eve!!!)
We seemed to be the only customers in the store, with employees just kinda hangin' out, waiting to help us.

So, we asked where we should look for fireplace tools, and were escorted to that location. The only ones I could see were the floor displays. The Home Depot Guy said it was ok to take those, but that didn't sound right. Besides how would one wrap them? I looked around a bit, and finally found fireplace tools in cartons; Whew!!! So E loaded two (different style) sets into the cart, and at that moment I spotted . . . a small electric-fake-fire-thingy.

Now, for most of you who haven't seen my home, be assured that I live in a very small townhome. With furniture and people the same size that formerly fit in my large home. Although some of the townhomes in the neighborhood have fireplaces (REAL ones) mine does not. I have gazed yearningly at electric 'fireplaces' for several years, but knew we couldn't fit one into our space, and besides, I couldn't really justify not paying the bills just so I could look at an electric 'fire'.

But this one was the perfect size (with a bit of jahoogling around of other stuff) and it was definitely the perfect price. $99.00.!!! So I pondered, and finally could justify a bit of budget juggling (it is Christmas, after all, and ... and ... and...) Oh, what the heck, I won't see this price again. And I'd really like to have even a fake fireplace!!! So I had E put it in the cart also.

Then off to check-out. A pleasant young woman smiled as she began checking us out, chatting in a friendly way as Eli lifted bulky cartons from the shopping buggy for her to scan. Pleasant Young Woman looked at the items we were buying, and said, "Is this fireplace real?" I laughed and said

"No, it's electric". She looked puzzled, paused for a moment and replied, "Buuut …you have fireplace tools?" I decided it was more fun not to explain it to her.

Teri G Mecham
(mother of Jon Schroeder and Jen Schroeder Martinez)

Hey, it's for friends too!


People! True, only daring family members have posted so far, but the Family & Friends portion of our blog APPLIES TO OUR FRIENDS! Blog, people, blog! Just remember a lot of those here are religious, so we keep the swearwords to a minimum (I don't think damn or hell count in our family). And of course, if it's a delicate subject, do it like Seinfeld when they had the tv show about a certain unmentionable thing and never actually said what it was they were talking about. FCC would have jumped all over that, but they got away with it because they didn't say it. So we want to hear from you, okay?

Rachel

Romance? Not so much.


Over the course of the 15 years with my husband (almost 13 of those spent married to him). I have accused him many times of being unromantic. Oh sure, he buys me the obligatory box of chocolates each Christmas, but it is usually the nut variety, of which I am allergic, and each year, he thinks he is surprising me, and each year, it is the one gift that I didn’t wrap myself. I can’t count the number of anniversary, or valentine cards that said something like “Have fun you two, anniversaries only come around once a year”. Or “Happy valentines day honey, your Dad and I are so proud.” He means well, he just sometimes misses the mark, and gets me the first card that he sees. I recently tried to hint that I wanted this Jessica Rabbit type satin nightgown. He looked right past it and tried to get me the much more practical two piece set next to it, I gave him that look, the one that says” Really? Those are what you want me to wear?” I did not get the night gown, I bought myself a consolation pair of Red Mary Jane’s instead.
For years, I have spent a small fortune on scented lotions, and perfume, trying to elicit some sort of response from my husband. I was not looking for anything big, just a “You smell nice”. Or, some other such sentiment. One day, I was sitting next to my husband , when he leaned over to me and said “MMMMMMMM, You smell so good”! I was ecstatic! He had finally noticed! I spent the day riding the compliment like a surfer rides a wave. That is, until later that evening, I realized, that I had not worn any perfume, or scented lotion that day, Instead, he smelled the Dryell I had used to home dry clean my sweater. He has to this day, not mentioned another scent that I have worn.
Valentines, Anniversaries, Birthdays and Christmas’s, were usually a let down, until many years back, I decided to just take him with me, and buy things I liked, or buy my own presents, wrap them and act surprised on each occasion. I have surprised myself with Phantom of the Opera tickets, a lovely new coat, and a new ring for my 10th anniversary (it was really pretty). This Christmas seemed to be following the prescribed course, he came with me, and let me get several pairs of my favorite shoes; Mary Jane’s, and a pair of boots. He also, with my help, picked out a lovely new rice maker. I as usual, wrapped them myself, and placed them under the tree.
On Christmas Eve, he came home from work early, which was a good thing, because I was overwhelmed, and still had many things to cook before the evening’s dinner. He told me that he had to wrap some of my presents, and I resentfully told him that I had wrapped everything, and he needn’t bother. He said “I got you something that you don’t even know about.’ I rolled my eyes, (imagining my “surprise” chocolates) and left the room. About an hour later, he came out with a grin like the Cheshire cat, and said “You have to open these right now.” I said “I don’t want to open the few things, I don’t know about right now.” He was jumping up and down like, well a kid at Christmas, and said “trust me”. So with a huge eye roll, (I know, I am such a brat) I started to open the presents. Did I mention that despite his gift buying lack he is a very talented gift wrapper. So I opened my presents (there were 3 ) And found a new kitchenaid bowl, 3 lids, and a new dough hook! I was so excited, I had dropped hints that I would be a much more proficient cook, if I had an extra bowl to switch between, when I am cooking. (I actually needed a new paddle, not a hook, but was not about to split hairs). He had finally done it. After 15 years together, he had gotten me the ultimate romantic gift. I guess old dogs can learn new tricks. And they say romance is dead.

Attention Hog (Whaddaya mean - it's not about me?)




I need to state some gratitude here. I need to say that I am grateful, actually, that people like me, that my family loves me. I mean I have actually grown up a bit through the years, and I have realized that sometimes I’m attention-hogger and can be kind of obnoxious. I have spent years saying funny things because they were funny and not realizing that they were sometimes (or often) at the expense of someone else, even someone else who was present. In my growing up process, I now try not to take someone else’s story and make it about me. Again. Except sometimes I forget and do it; sometimes I am in the middle of doing it and realize it. That’s kind of an improvement, isn’t it? Sometimes I am even aware to comment that I am doing it.

But part of the truth is, sometimes I note that I hate it when it isn’t about me. OK – I don’t hate it, but I must prefer it to be about me, probably, because it is still something I struggle with.

I was thinking these thoughts to myself, laughing to myself that it was kind of funny, ‘writing’ the thoughts in my mind; then I thought, this is actually an important factor in social skills. So, I decided to write about it. I note that in actually writing about it, it isn’t as funny as it was when it was just in my own mind. Hmmm. I believe I see some more maturation coming on. Well, just proves as long as you are still breathing, self-realization can continue to happen. I guess this also proves my old therapist Dr. Moses right when he was explaining something to me about my ex– and sociopathic husband – people can improve. Well, probably not sociopaths.
Me, again -
Victoria J Mecham