tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27572796086949556852024-02-22T02:03:17.767-08:00Writings by DianeDiane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-48654740496949207932020-09-07T07:53:00.004-07:002020-09-07T07:53:51.299-07:00"B"lathering about soap<p>I have noticed lately I have picked up a new interest: hand made soaps. There are two incidences that introduced me to this world. The first incidence was perusing YouTube and stopping at a thumbnail of a soap maker's reaction video. I clicked on it and enjoyed the humorous take of the soap maker. She was down to earth, spunky and informative at the same time. Then I clicked on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/RoyaltySoaps">her channel</a> and was intrigued by the vibrant colors and decadent designs. It was a mix of being soothing and fun. </p><p>The second incident was a feed from a soap company that was on my Facebook page. Their glorious <a href="https://www.buffcitysoap.com/collections/regular-soaps/products/black-raspberry-vanilla-soap">photograph</a> of a swirling black raspberry hand made soap defied what I thought soap could be. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn it was a dessert. My mother would at times describe colors as being yummy and this soap fit it to a T. </p><p>What is it about this mundane item like a soap bar? </p><p>I wonder if it has to do with seeing all of the news about the importance of hand washing that has seeped into my subconscious. The typical store bought soap has paled in comparison in my opinion. If I am going to be scrubbing my hands multiple times a day, I am favoring a bar of fragrant and asymmetrical shaped soap.</p><p>Maybe it has also paired with my awareness of self care. Not only am I contributing to my health by hand washing, I have found watching the process of the creation of these soaps adds another layer of enjoyment. Just watching the colors melt into a effortless design has become a one of my favorite soothing pastimes. </p><p>Whatever the reasons, I'm glad that I have stumbled onto this area. Just don't ask me to try to make my own soap, I will leave that to the experts! </p>Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-33818825886981647452020-07-26T13:58:00.000-07:002020-07-26T13:58:44.037-07:00COVID-19 interference A few weeks ago, I was sitting in my car outside of the hospital playing solitaire on my cell phone, waiting for my husband to receive some stitches. Typically, I would be back with him lending at least moral support. Now with COVID-19 precautions, the new normal required me to remain in the car. I must admit, I felt a bit annoyed, even though it was a routine procedure and my absence was minuscule. <div>As I looked out the windshield, I reflected how I never thought I would live to see things like this happening--the reports of new cases, death tolls rising. I was amazed that my regiment for going out was donning a mask and keeping a healthy supply of hand sanitizer. This train of thought put me in an upset mood. </div><div>Then, my gaze fell upon a heavily pregnant woman walking along the path on her way to the hospital. The sight of her brought back memories of when I was pregnant. I remember how our friends and family were able to visit the hospital before the actual birth and how my husband never left my side. I felt sorry for this woman, because there was a good chance she would not be able to have her natural supports with her in the hospital room since COVID-19 was ever present in our daily lives. </div><div>The phone game was not giving me any comfort at all. I didn't dare look at the news feed on my phone to increase my anxiety. I sat in my car, feeling myself growing more agitated. My breathing was becoming rapid, my leg was bouncing and my head was pounding. My simmering foul mood was becoming an all out boil. </div><div>The abrupt opening of the car door shook me from my pondering. My husband was back in the car. He told me how the doctor and nurses were as friendly as ever and he was well taken care of even though I was not in the room. My thought process promptly shifted to a hopeful one. I remembered when I was in the hospital for the birth of my son, not only was my husband there, but so were the nurses. They were so helpful and caring during my hard pangs of labor. The woman was on her way to a hospital where there were caring staff that would help her out in her due date time, I was sure of it. </div><div>It's very easy for me to become discouraged during these times. Memories of how things were can become cumbersome. However, I'm finding that by taking time to see what is going on at the moment eases the heaviness, and brings to light the good things that have stayed the same. </div><div>. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-50032632622366114602020-06-14T10:24:00.001-07:002020-06-14T10:24:16.860-07:00Radish for the memoriesOne morning, I was cutting up radishes and I was suddenly reminded of my dog Trisha. Trisha was a Labrador Shar Pei that we lovingly called a LaPei. When I would be prepping radishes, she would sit by my side, and look up at me with her limpid brown eyes. I couldn't resist and would toss her at least one radish. She would chew it up and would even stick around for the wispy roots and short green stocks. With Trisha around, there was no waste of this vegetable.<br />
Sadly, she crossed the rainbow bridge over a year ago. I thought if I evoked even the tiniest of memories, I would immediately miss her and my eyes would fill with jagged tears. I feared remembering Trisha would conjure up the images of the last days of her life, where her black fur was tinged with white and arthritis had changed her gait to a painful hobble. However, as I stood in the kitchen, this memory washed over me in a comforting warmth. My vision became blurry from tears, but these tears didn't sting. I was actually smiling from this reminiscing. By allowing myself to think about Trisha, I knew I was going to be okay and would welcome other opportunities of remembering her. <br />
As I put away the radishes, I noticed that I had cut away the bitter bits and kept the savory selections, in more ways than one.Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-7813323052541903062020-05-25T09:32:00.001-07:002020-05-25T09:32:34.569-07:00Hello again! A few years ago, I wrote a blog about my hobby of growing roses. I correlated pruning roses is like shedding old habits. I am adding an update to this example.<br />
We removed a few of our rose bushes a couple of seasons ago due to what we thought was weed rot. I was sadly disappointed when I saw they were withering. Seeing the empty bed of dirt was painful.<br />
When the next spring arrived, we were surprised that a few strong rose vines started to grow again. This spring, they have graduated to rose bushes, with new buds starting to blossom. I was amazed and glad about their return. <br />
As I write about this experience, I am struck that it is a literal example of my writings. I stopped writing in my blog a few years back. Life was happening, many new directions that I was extremely grateful for and wanted to give them my utmost attention. Now that these paths are secure, I had some random blog thoughts that popped into my head. However, I was gripped with some trepidation to go back to my own "empty bed of dirt." Cautiously I went back to my blog and was delighted surprised to find that there were still visitors, and total views were increasing. <br />
Like my roses that started to grow again, I'm venturing out to start up the blog again. Let's see where it goes!<br />
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<br />Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-6206012062519894372016-07-16T19:42:00.001-07:002016-07-16T19:42:01.293-07:00Coloring books for adults?!
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For the past couple of months, I have noticed in my shopping
excursions, there are a plethora of adult coloring books. Whether I was in pursuit of groceries, crafts
or browsing, these paperback books filled with intricate black and white
drawings are flooding the shelves everywhere I shopped.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> One day, my curiosity
was saturated, and I picked up a volume entitled Mindfulness. In my Graduate
classes, this topic has been very prevalent and it’s been in the forefront of
my mind. I flipped through the pages and
saw this book have elaborate drawings waiting for colored pencils to bring to
life. I also noticed that there were quotes from a variety of luminaries such as
Carl Jung and Socrates. Since I am a huge fan of sage and concise quotes, I
immediately bought it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I opened the book and absorbed the words, I found that
this activity could easily lend itself to a relaxation experience. I am always
looking for opportunities for self-care, so I decided to be very conscious of
the whole experience in coloring. I found meditation music to help me ease into
the relaxing mood. As the music played, I let my thoughts wax and wane. I paid attention to the soft, rustling sounds
of the lead on the paper. I let my eyes
wander back to the quote to pounder it again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Typically, when I hold a pencil, I tend to grip it very
tightly and cause painful callouses on my fingers. Yet, during this coloring
sessions, not once did my right hand hurt. I wasn’t clutching the colored
pencil for dear life, but rather let it sit propped in my fingers as I lightly
glided it over the designated blank space. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I colored the drawn flowers, I figured another way to
relax was not to use the expected palette of the flora. I didn’t worry what
color to choose—purple leaves on the blue roses, why not?! By allowing myself
to not cave into conventional coloring, it was freeing and interesting to see
what came from the pastel pencil. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I looked up at the clock and was surprised that 20 minutes
had flown by. I continued to color, then
felt I had to finish the picture. This nagging drive for completion was not conducive
to the relaxation I was trying to build, so I put away the pencils and closed
the book. I promised myself I wouldn’t open
it again until the feeling of urgency had subsided and I was ready to just
enjoy the sensation of coloring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am aware that not everyone shares my pleasant experience.
I had brought up in casual conversation my observation about see so many adult
coloring books for sale and have been met with rolled eyes and scoffs. However, I find the process relaxing and
rewarding, and encourage anyone who is looking for another way of self-care to
try it. After all, there is no limit of places to purchase these books! </span></div>
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A couple of months ago, my bonus son asked us when the mail
usually arrived. My husband told him it usually comes in the early
afternoon. I found this inquiry different, since
he had never shown interest in the mail delivery schedule. He then informed he had ordered a Loot Crate. Each
day, he waited patiently for the mail. When a box wasn’t delivered, he looked
dejected. </div>
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I had no idea what a Loot Crate was-- it sounded like something Long John
Silver from Treasure Island would speak about in low tones and a pirate accent.</div>
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Finally, his "loot" arrived and it contained a T-Shirt, figurine, and other fun items with a theme. I asked my bonus son
what exactly is a Loot Crate and he directed me to their <a href="https://www.lootcrate.com/">website</a>. As I navigated through the site, I began to understand its appeal. Each month,
they have a different theme, such as horror for October. When a person orders a
box, they are in for a surprise when it arrives. </div>
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It’s been something I know I have nagged my kids about to
learn patience. Sometime I feel this younger generation is too exposed instant
gratification. Before I start reminiscing about the good old days, it’s nice to
see that companies like Loot Crate have given a new appreciation for
anticipation and “snail mail”!</div>
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I am also pleasantly surprised that there are a variety of
companies that cater to people’s monthly expectation. There is <a href="https://www.trytheworld.com/">Try the World</a>, company that sends its subscribers a variety of food from a different country each month. My all time favorite <a href="http://www.amazingclubs.com/fruit.html">Fruit of the Month Club </a> appears to be still thriving. </div>
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Another pastime that is having a modern upgrade is radio
shows. Back in the <a href="http://www.balancepublishing.com/golden.htm">1920's</a>, there were serial radio shows, such has <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Orphan_Annie">Little Orphan Annie</a> and <a href="http://www.oldradioworld.com/shows/The_Shadow.php">The Shadow</a>. People would gather around their radios
to listen to the next adventures. Now, the modern equivalent is podcasts, which
offers an enormous variety of choices, from comedy, news, interviews and even a
show called <a href="http://serial./">Serial.</a></div>
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There is a song by Peter Allen called “E<a href="http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=23977">verything Old is New Again</a>.” I never quite understood its sentiments, but after making these observations, I
am able to make some sense of these passages.</div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-72930899829209216722016-01-10T13:53:00.001-08:002016-01-10T13:53:54.046-08:00That's a lot of Mistys!<div class="MsoNormal">
I woke up one morning with the tune “Misty” in my head. I
was humming it as I fed my pets. The cats looked at me blankly as I crooned
“I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree.” After my concert to bored animals, I
decided to look up on YouTube the professional singers of this song. </div>
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I was aware of only two singers that performed “Misty”: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JwhJMFDybQ">Johnny Mathis</a> and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9d5Qpmwq4bE">Ray Stevens</a>. I found it
fascinating how Johnny Mathis could sing each high falsetto note meticulously.
Though I enjoyed listening to him singing this song, it was not my favorite
version of this tune. Ray Stevens’ bluegrass interpretation held that honor. I
wasn’t quite sure why it was my favorite. I did enjoy the uniqueness of the sound of his
voice-- it has a yodeling quality to it. Or maybe it was the lighthearted and
bouncy melody that the banjo and fiddle bring.</div>
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As I scrolled through YouTube, I was very surprised to see
that there were many other artists that performed this particular song. I clicked on the video of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XI-mZmUb0I">Ella Fitzgerald</a>. The
piano accompaniment was superfluous— her eloquent and refined voice was a fine
tuned instrument all on its own, playing effortlessly with the notes. </div>
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I also found some singers I was surprised made covers of
this song. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acDfupV75ic">Aretha Franklin</a>’s version had a blues feeling to it. As I listened,
I felt she was trying to contain her strong, powerful voice at the beginning of
the song. Then towards the end, she blasted through the lyrics with a vengeance.
I believed her presence was so headstrong that she wouldn’t be “led on” by
anyone. I also found the same reaction to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSxPvELccR4">Frank Sinatra</a>’s version. Though his distinctive baritone voice and
professional orchestra accompanying him were flawless, somehow all of these
elements took away from the song’s vulnerability. </div>
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As I thought about the song, Ms Fitzgerald’s and Mr. Mathis’
versions carry a melancholy feel—they are both shyly expressing that they are
“too misty and too much in love” to be able to think clearly. However, in Mr. Steven’s version, he seems
to revel in the fact that he doesn’t know the difference between his “hat from his
glove.” The upbeat tone of his version has
the notion that being in love has a whimsical and fun feel to it. He’s thoroughly enjoying the ride and not
ashamed to crow about it. The more I
think about it, I believe I felt that energy as a young girl and that’s the
reason why this has always been my favorite version. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-26320738085359005232015-12-27T16:45:00.000-08:002015-12-27T16:45:02.873-08:00A touch of Minx <div class="MsoNormal">
A few months ago, I, along with everyone else, fell in love
with the movie <a href="http://movies.disney.com/inside-out/">Inside Out</a>. I also
appreciated that one of the main story points was it is okay to feel sad, sometimes it’s an emotion
that cannot be avoided. It was nice to see a movie not sugar-coat tough
emotions and show that memories can be shaded with a blend of feelings. I
thought the writers were so clever to materialize emotions into characters that
kids could understand. Again, I was overwhelmed by their inventiveness that
there are little beings living in the main character’s brain.</div>
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As I watched these colorful characters on the screen, I had
a nagging reminder of a comic strip I had read growing up. It was in the British comic book called <a href="https://www.beano.com/">The Beano</a>. Not to be confused with the <a href="http://www.beanogas.com/">natural remedy</a>. The Beano comic book
has been going strong for over 60 years in Great Britain. </div>
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When I arrived home, I looked up these characters. The cast
that started me doing comparisons was <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Numskulls">The Numskulls</a>. Come to find out, I was in good company on
this very thought process. There was an article in <a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/inside-revisiting-britains-numskulls-803854">The Hollywood Reporter </a>that
focused on this same observation. </div>
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I revisited this
comic strip of bean-shaped (there’s a theme here, I know it!) tiny people that
were in charge of the human’s functions, such as the Eye and Nose Department,
rather than his emotions. </div>
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Looking through The Beano’s website, I saw the other players
was entertained by: <a href="http://www.comicvine.com/lord-snooty/4005-24709/">Lord Snooty</a>: the equivalent to <a href="https://www.mycomicshop.com/search?TID=168791">Richie Rich</a>, but he dressed in a top coat
and tails; <a href="http://comics.wikia.com/wiki/Roger_the_Dodger">Roger the Dodger</a>: a crafty boy always thinking of schemes to get out
of his chores; <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dennis_the_Menace_and_Gnasher">Dennis the Menace</a>: he looked nothing like <a href="http://dennisthemenace.com/">the American counterpart</a>. This comic had him with spiky black hair and a doppelganger dog by
the name of Gnarly; and my favorite <a href="http://ukcomics.wikia.com/wiki/Minnie_the_Minx">Minnie the Minx. </a></div>
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She looked just the way I remembered—the girl with the mischievous
smile, wearing a vibrant red and black striped sweater and coal black Tam O'Shanter hat covering her shocking red hair ponytails. Why was she my favorite character?
Was it because she was one of the few girls in the comic strip? Was it because her side kick was a cat? Why did I find her impish antics so amusing? Was
it because she was the exact opposite of me? </div>
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It was nice to visit the past of my childhood and in the
spirit of the movie, this memory ball of my favorite comic book character will be tinged with richer emotions.</div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-74701349185393489512015-12-20T14:20:00.000-08:002015-12-20T14:20:45.086-08:00Hooray for the Santas!<div class="MsoNormal">
I have been very encouraged with the recent news stories
about store Santas working with kids with autism. The first story I heard was about an event that
Autism Speaks manages called <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/humankind/2015/12/03/santa-lays-down-floor-autistic-boy/76715858/">Caring Santa</a>. They have a Santa that will provide
the families an opportunity to have their children with autism has a picture
with Santa without the fear of stares if their child has a fit to due
over stimulation. When one boy didn’t want to sit on Santa’s lap, this kind
hearted St Nick joined the boy on the floor and the boy’s parents were able to
capture a memorable photo.</div>
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The other <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/health/2015/12/10/mall-santas-message-to-young-autistic-boy-goes-viral.html">story</a> that really touched my heart was the boy who
told Santa that he was afraid he was on the naughty list due to his autism. Again, the sage behind the Santa costume told him that he was in no danger of
being kicked off of the nice list. He
told the boy the truth—his autism was not to be judged and that was just who he
is. Rightfully so, this encouragement
has been shared over 500,000 times on Facebook. </div>
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It did my soul good to read these articles. As a mother of a son with autism, I can truly
appreciate the struggle of these parents trying to participate in “normal”
activities. My son has had meltdowns through no fault of his, but the dirty
looks and the mean comments we received (Can’t you control your child? What’s
wrong with him?) have troubled all of us, to say the least. I am so glad that these Santas are aware of
autism and are being great examples of what caring looks like. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-60246590832080431772015-08-22T19:19:00.004-07:002015-08-22T19:19:59.329-07:00Thoughts on HitchBOT<div class="MsoNormal">
In the past few weeks in the news there has been the <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/news/philadelphia-inventors-brotherly-love-hitchbot-untimely-end/">saga of HitchBOT</a>. It started as a social experiment to see how many people would pick up the hitchhiking
portable robot and take it across the country. HitchBOT was a passenger all
across Canada, Germany, and the Netherlands. </div>
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The two professors and creators of HitchBOT decided to drop
it off in Boston, MA and see how far it could go, its destination communicated
through its screen was San Francisco, CA. </div>
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Unfortunately, HitchBOT was not allowed to record the image
of the Golden Gate Bridge. After two weeks, it made it to Philadelphia PA where
it was torn apart and left in pieces on the street. </div>
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However, the story does not end there. A group of inventors named
<a href="http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2015/08/03/428990732/group-offers-to-help-revive-hitchbot-vandalized-in-philadelphia">The Hacktory</a> from Philadelphia saw this news story and did not want the
conclusion to be that people only want to destroy things. They reached out to
the Canadian inventors and offered to help repair HitchBOT. </div>
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Another item that has
come about is <a href="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/news/local/Pope-Bot-Philadelphia-HitchBot-Journey--322235531.html">PopeBot</a>, built by a Philadelphia local station 93.3 WWMR. This robot is also dependent
on people to take it on a journey and these images are posted to social media </div>
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This turn of events is a good lesson for your family. Though the negative events such as the demolition of HitchBOT is disheartening, sometimes taking positive
action can help out change the course. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-9192299599260568262015-08-08T21:09:00.000-07:002015-08-08T21:09:07.244-07:00Hearing the here and now<div class="MsoNormal">
Months ago, as I was driving, I happened to noticed that <a href="http://www.canyonhearingaid.com/">Canyon Hearing Aid Center</a> was torn down to make way for more parking for
the next door convenience store. For some reason, I felt sad about this new
turn of events. </div>
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I should have been accustomed to this type of change of
landscape. Being from Las Vegas NV, I had
seen many hotel and casino buildings disappearing off the face of the earth.
For instance, I remember watching on television the implosions of the Landmark
and the Sands Hotels. Years ago, I had been a guest at the <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/gamingfloor/galleries/72157630808671254">Landmark </a>, which was a fanciful building, true to its name. I also visited the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sands_Hotel_and_Casino">Sands</a>’
kitchen facilities when I was attending <a href="http://www.unlv.edu/">UNLV</a>. It was somber to see history be turned into
dust. At least these implosions made way
for construction of larger hotels, supplying jobs and eventually more tourists.
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Maybe the reason I was saddened by this destruction of
Canyon Hearing Aid Center was that someone lost his livelihood. This land was
just being used as a parking lot. </div>
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I had visited this establishment a couple of years back. My husband had noticed that when he spoke to
me I responded by asking him what did he say. I argued that sometimes he spoke in low tones.
However, I did notice at times I was asking other people to repeat themselves. He
became concerned and insisted I have my hearing checked. We had seen Canyon
Hearing Aid Center many times in our travels and one day we drove to this facility. I wasn’t
looking forward to the hearing test at all—it was a reminder to me that I was
growing old and one of my senses might be betraying me. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When we stepped into the building, it appeared that time had
stood still in these rooms. The man who
did my hearing test was none other than Dan McCuskey. He looked exactly like he
did on the local commercials. I mentioned to him he was much taller than he was
on television. With a deadpan demeanor, he stated that he was sitting down for
the commercial, so of course no one could tell his real height. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I explained the reason behind my appointment and he
administered a battery of hearing tests. The results were my hearing was
perfect. Though I was thrilled I wasn’t in need of a hearing aid, I was curious
why sometimes I had to ask someone to repeat what he/she just said? He
explained as we age, we sometimes cannot process words as quickly as we used to
when we were younger. He suggested instead of asking the person to repeat
him/herself, just state “I cannot listen as fast as you’re talking!” I found
him to be very knowledgeable and had a good dose of common sense. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wasn’t quite joyous about the news that I wouldn’t be
receiving a hearing aid today. It didn’t change the fact that I was growing
older and this realization was disheartening. As I left the examining room, I saw that Mr. McCuskey
was speaking with a delivery driver in his office. The subject they were speaking about was of
motorcycles. From what I overheard, the delivery driver was asking Mr. McCuskey
did he enjoy going on his latest bike ride. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I couldn’t believe my ears (I knew I heard right, I had a
print out to prove that!)—here was this gentleman older than I was and he was riding
motorcycles?! I was inspired by this and decided that though I may be growing
older, that didn’t mean I would stop being vital. </div>
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Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any mention of the closing of
Canyon Hearing Aid Center. I hope that Mr.
McCuskey is enjoying himself, riding his motorcycle into the sunset. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-9101153647694155252015-07-18T15:58:00.001-07:002015-07-18T15:58:29.141-07:00Here's a great sign!<div class="MsoNormal">
Driving home from work, I was preoccupied with my usual
thoughts—how slow traffic was moving, when would the traffic light change, what
was that song that was playing on the radio? Isolated in the vehicle, I am in
my own little world.</div>
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As I turned onto Ten Mile, pinned on a light pole was a
large cardboard sign. Written on its pink background were the words “You are
beautiful.”</div>
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Usually in my travels, the signs are the mundane—speed limits
and street names usually clutter the scenery. Sometimes, an advertisement will break up the
monotony. After reading this sign, I
noticed that I was smiling. My thoughts lightened in my mind as they drifted to
how it was a sweet idea for someone to pin this simple but truthful saying. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I also noticed that
there was a website underneath the encouraging statement—so it was a clever
advertisement after all! </div>
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Nevertheless, these kind words struck a chord with me. How
many times do we hear, “You are not good enough “or “You are too fat”? Most of
the time, we’re the ones saying these mean, hurtful things to ourselves. This
sign was a nice reminder that we are all beautiful, even if it’s only a
cardboard advertisement. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-34544530174161130892015-07-04T11:42:00.002-07:002015-07-04T11:42:52.795-07:00Roses: Not Just for Valentine’s day<div class="MsoNormal">
For the longest time, I thought tending for roses was an
extremely difficult hobby. After all, there are <a href="http://www.rose.org/members-only-2/contests/">competitions</a> for cultivating
the most perfect flower. It
wasn’t until I grew rose bushes of my own did I find that I could handle them and
really enjoy the experience. Also, to me, the caring of these lovely flowers is
a metaphor for life. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When we first moved into our house, our front planter
section had gone many transformations.
Unfortunately, it became a bane for living flowers. Pansies, lavenders and hyacinths shriveled up
and died a few weeks after being transplanted. Just when I thought of raising a nice batch of
river rocks in the front planter, my husband suggested planting roses. </div>
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At first, I was a bit hesitant, nothing seemed to flourish
there. My husband assumed me that roses are hearty flowers. Then I remembered
visiting the <a href="https://foursquare.com/v/julia-davis-rose-garden/4beb3e789fa3ef3bf03880c9">Julia Davis Rose Garden</a> in Downtown Boise ID and these roses seemed to thrive in the
desert heat. Also, the song by <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3lWwBslWqg">Sting “Desert Rose”</a>, played through my
mind. With all of this concrete evidence,
I agreed to the purchase. </div>
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Once the two plants were in the ground, I started to learn
about rose care. I loved watching the
transformation from the long, green stems to lovely buds of ruby red blossoms. One
of the aspects I love is the pruning process. Whenever these flowers have fulfilled their
beautiful life span, their vibrant petals began to fall. At first, I thought
this was a sad event, but actually, this end cycle brings on another beginning.
I come along and cut off the withered sections, which stimulates the plant to
grow more buds. In a couple of weeks,
the roses have begun their fragrant journey again.</div>
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As I participate in this clean up, I see parallels in my
life. How many times have I been nervous about making a change? I became so
accustom to the old routines that I didn’t realize that it was dead weight? By
pruning away the bad habits, I am able to make room for new growth and in the
process be more vibrant. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-43284218055873403152015-05-16T16:25:00.000-07:002015-05-16T16:25:15.875-07:00In memory of my father<div class="MsoNormal">
A couple of weeks ago, my father passed away. Though he was
in his eighties and lived a good life, it was hurtful to receive the phone
call. He was a great father and grandfather and I miss him terribly. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A few days later, I was in my bedroom, waking up from my
afternoon nap. Usually, I’m not an advocate of nap time, but the past couple of
days I hadn't been sleeping well. I had
been grim and teary eyed. These siestas were my way of supplementing my rest. </div>
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A box fan was in my open bedroom window. I looked out at the
sunny afternoon sky and wondered how could it be such a nice day after what had
happened. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I turned on the television, looking for something to break
up the heavy silence. A small object moved outside my window and it caught my
peripheral vision. I looked out the window and saw a huge, electric blue
dragonfly. It was hovering by the fan, its iridescent wings beating furiously.
Its globe-like eyes seemed to be staring intently at me. I watched as it darted back and forth. I swore
it was playing in the wind tunnel the fan was creating. After watching its antics for several minutes,
I found my smile. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With this new found feeling of being lighthearted, I was able to watch a
comedy show on television and chuckled heartily. My
husband came into the room and commented it was so nice to hear me laugh again.
</div>
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Afterwards, I found there are many <a href="http://dragonflysymbolism.com/index.html">legends</a> of a dragonfly,such as the dragonfly is a renewal after hardship; another is lightness and also,
can be the souls of the deceased. Are these legends true? It brought me great
comfort to see this dragonfly that day. I like to think it was a sign that my
father’s soul is now free and he is watching over me. </div>
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It is my sincere hope that someone who has recently lost
someone will read this blog and find comfort. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-29115664895780298302015-04-25T21:07:00.001-07:002015-04-25T21:07:36.316-07:00Banging your head on the windshield of life<div class="MsoNormal">
As I was driving to work one morning, a dramatic struggle occurred
right in front of me. A mayfly was
trapped in my vehicle. As it fluttered around the dashboard, it caught
sight of the outside world through the windshield. It started to fly towards the windshield,
only to be met with the glass barrier. Nevertheless, it kept bouncing off of
the windshield. It was bound and
determined to leave, though clearly its chosen path wasn't a way to exit.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Feeling sorry for it, I rolled down my window, hoping that
maybe it would feel the breeze blowing in and be drawn to the exit. I couldn't shoo it in the direction of the
open window, since I was still driving and wanted to keep both hands on the
wheel.</div>
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Finally, after a few unproductive minutes, the mayfly slowly
made its way to the open window. In a zigzag motion, it slowly flew out of the
window.</div>
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How many times are we so headstrong that we keep trying the
same way, ignoring the fact that we’re basically going nowhere? During these times, do we ignore the help from
others, not realizing their different perspective is more than valid? This little mayfly’s trials will serve as a
lesson to me: sometimes when I least expect it, a window of opportunity may
present itself. I just have to be more receptive to the new and different
path. </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-90104508475826103072015-04-12T15:54:00.001-07:002015-04-12T15:54:33.094-07:00Follow me Follow you <div class="MsoNormal">
A few weeks ago, as I was looking through my Twitter
follows, I was saddened to find that the first famous follower had unfollowed
me. I remember being so excited that a comedian I had watched on <a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/i_love_the_80s/series.jhtml">VH1</a> had followed me on Twitter, but now was no longer. </div>
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As the pangs of disappointment began to diminish, I realized
that it wasn’t all that bad. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I have changed since
I first joined Twitter. I am more
conscious of sending a tweet thanking people who are new to following me. I do this to show my genuine appreciation. I
am now finding that the newer followers I have gathered have followers
numbering in the thousands. Also, many
of them have a <a href="http://www.answers.com/Q/What_does_the_blue_checkmark_mean_by_your_name_on_twitter">check mark </a>next to their name, signifying they are the person
and not a fan page. </div>
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I don’t take it personally when I am unfollowed. I am
reminded of a quote I recently heard by Dr Seuss <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/d/drseuss161986.html">“Don’t cry because it’s over,smile because it happened.” </a></div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-26849528470911066632015-03-28T17:38:00.002-07:002015-03-28T17:38:56.103-07:00Sustaining motivation<div class="MsoNormal">
Finding inspiration can be fun and exciting—sustaining
motivation from that inspiration is when it becomes tricky. <br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The first time I saw the movie <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Diving_Bell_and_the_Butterfly_(film)">The Diving Bell and the Butterfly</a>,
I was immediately touched by the sheer determination of Jean-Dominque Bauby. The
movie chronicled this man going through an awful health crisis (a stroke that
leads to <a href="http://www.webmd.com/stroke/locked-in-syndrome">locked-in syndrome</a>) and horrendous physical therapy challenges. He was trained on a way to communicate by way of blinking his
left eye. Through this new method, he was
able to write his memoir by painstakingly spelling out the words one letter at
a time.</div>
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This fact has always fascinated me and I have used it as one
of my motivators. Sometimes I find myself
not being as productive as I should be during my writing time. I let distractions have their hold on me. I then think of the
image of Monsieur Bauby lying in the
hospital bed blinking furiously to create his work. Here I am with all of my faculties, which I
should be putting to good use. Like my husband says, the mayor of <a href="http://candycrushsaga.com/">Candy Crush Saga</a> will live another day without me playing the game!</div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-74896010662648168892015-03-15T09:57:00.000-07:002015-03-15T09:57:33.408-07:00Why make a list? (Never mind checking it twice!!)<div class="MsoNormal">
Ever since I can remember, whenever I’m presented with a
list of tasks to accomplish, I am prone to barrel ahead to get things done. I
have the list in my mind, so there was no need to write down the exact things I was completing. My opinion was why use up time for planning and list-making when these
minutes can be used to just finish the job? </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then, I saw something that changed my perspective. A few
years ago I was watching <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimora_Lee_Simmons">Kimora Lee Simmons </a><a href="http://www.tv.com/shows/kimora-life-in-the-fab-lane/">Life in the Fab Lane</a>. In the episode, Ms Simmons had a late night
meeting about her clothing line. If
memory serves, I recall she made the announcement that she had many things to accomplish, including have dinner. Then, she
proceeded to write this to do list on the palm of her hand, including the item get something to eat! </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was fascinated that she wrote out that list. If it were up to me, I would keep these steps in my head. Then, I began
to think of it another way. By her writing down the things on her biological
Palm Pilot that needed to be done, she was clearing her mind for other business
processes. </div>
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Then I remembered that writing lists was in my DNA. My mother
(a business woman in her own right) is the expert on them. Whether it was for
groceries, supplies or topics that she wants to share with me, she has a list
for that! </div>
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Lately, I have been transferring my love of watching list
countdowns to creating lists. I must
say, it’s not been such a hardship as I once considered it. I find it quite freeing. No need to waste
energy by remembering these things--they are already documented!</div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-1729377019170986192015-02-15T15:41:00.000-08:002015-02-15T15:41:13.239-08:00Only one day for love?!<div class="MsoNormal">
Last week at my Toastmasters club meeting, we ran out of
time for Table Topics. This segment of the meeting is when a club member is
assigned to give the other members questions so they can give an impromptu 1-2
speech on that topic. Typically, the questions are related to the theme of the
meeting. Naturally, the theme of the
meeting was Valentine’s Day. It was offered that next week these Table Topics
could be used. Then it was shared that may not be a good idea, since the questions
related to romance and “lovey dovey” stuff. I said “It shouldn't matter if we
do this next week. Do we only have one day that we can talk about love?!”</div>
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I have been thinking about this the day after Valentine’s. How
much emphasis is focused on this day that it has to be super romantic? What
about the people without partners? Isn't it cruel to exclude them from a basic
feeling such as love? </div>
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Also, as I grow older, I’m not a huge fan of all of the
paraphernalia that is sold during this day. Sure, when I was younger, I liked
the little Valentine cards and Sweetheart candies. Then, when we were first
married, my husband would surprise me with heart shaped box of chocolates and
teddy bears. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now, I find that I am turning a jaundiced eye to the special
Valentine’s Day items. For instance, I forgo the heart shaped box of
chocolates. Instead, I opt for the bag of Ghirardelli caramel squares. There
are more chocolate in the bag and half the price. Besides, the wrapper has pink
hearts on it, so hurrah! </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Since my husband and I have been through ups and downs, we
don’t need a special day to remind us that we love each other. To quote one of
my favorite love songs “<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FT5QF4JZUA">You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” “But Fate's been kind and the downs have been few.” </a></div>
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I leave with this—I like to celebrate Valentine’s Day remembering
romantic songs. Here are a few more songs that are near and dear to my
heart. Take a listen and see what other
songs bring back good memories. Don’t save up your “I loves you’s” for February
14. Be sure to tell the people you love them every day!</div>
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LivzZkV2F8">Randy Travis “If I didn't’ have you”</a></div>
<br />
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BL8NNTNmPT4">James Taylor “Your smiling face” </a></div>
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Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-16628432671722850742015-02-08T15:37:00.000-08:002015-02-08T15:37:01.226-08:00Beware: Exploding air popcorn!<div class="MsoNormal">
One of my favorite snacks is popcorn, especially the
microwave kind. It was so convenient to place the bag into the microwave and in
3 short minutes, have a warm, buttery treat. Also, there are other flavors of microwave
popcorn. I remember there was a co worker of mine who would cook up an
afternoon snack of <a href="http://www.jollytime.com/popcorn-products/sweet-savory/mallow-magic-marshmallow-flavor">Jolly Time Marshmallow</a> flavored popcorn. The sweet aroma
permeated the hallways that we left our cubicles to track down that delicious
scent! </div>
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Sadly, all that sweetness, salt and calories are not
conducive to my conscious healthy eating. I decided to abandon popcorn. Then,
one day on the radio, we were listening to the <a href="http://www.tesh.com/">John Tesh Show</a> and he mentioned
that a <a href="http://www.calorieking.com/foods/calories-in-popcorn-air-popped_f-ZmlkPTYxNzI5.html">cup of plain air popped popcorn is 31 calories</a>. This is opposed to the microwave varieties, ranging from 60 to <a href="http://www.caloriecount.com/calories-orville-redenbachers-kernel-popcorn-white-i90231">120 calories</a>. With that knowledge, I decided that air popped
was the way to go.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After purchasing the appliance and setting it up, I poured
the measured kernels into the cooking chamber. I covered it with the plastic
hood and plugged the machine in. It sounded reminiscent of a hair dryer. I
looked through the clear hood and saw the kernels whirling about. I figured in a couple of minutes, the popcorn
would funnel through into the waiting bowl.</div>
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Suddenly, these unpopped kernels started to shoot through. I
made the mistake of picking up one of these scalding bb’s that were pinging the
counter. I wasn't sure why these hot, uncooked kernels were flying out. Didn't they know they weren't done yet? </div>
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After another minute, their fluffy counterpart began to
cascade. The bowl caught the warm popcorn and the popping sound died down. I
unplugged the contraption, not wanting to be assaulted by any wayward
projectiles. Maybe that’s how I can burn
calories, by dodging the barrage of kernels! </div>
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Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-21976065645689311712015-01-25T11:40:00.001-08:002015-01-25T11:40:03.091-08:00What’s your top ten?<div class="MsoNormal">
Lately, I have been watching many top ten lists on You Tube.
It started with viewing <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/WatchMojo">watchmojo.com </a> with my teenage son. We shout out what
we think should be number one best video game or worst villain. He has been
inspired since then to create his own countdowns. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I have also stumbled
across <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/MatthewSantoro">Matthew Santoro’s channel </a> and his show has also been added as a favorite. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Back in my day, top 10 lists were relegated to the <a href="http://www.cbs.com/shows/late_show/top_ten/">David Letterman Show</a>. Now, I can watch as many
top 10 lists as I please. Yea,
technology!!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Taking a queue from my son, below is my countdown to my top
10 reasons why I watch Top 10 Lists:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
10. The facts are listed in short tidbits that you don’t
feel overwhelmed and able to retain the information. For
instance, I learned that we share a considerable amount of our DNA with
bananas. Therefore, I have concluded it’s not a big insult to call someone a
“banana”. </div>
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9. Goodness knows I have turned on YouTube during a weekend
afternoon and before I know it, it’s dark outside. However, I feel like I’m learning something
and not just wasting my time. </div>
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8. The bite-sized facts can lend to topics of conversation. A
unique opening line, “Do you know where in the world is a lake looks like it’s
been painted?” Answer : <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxQPLy_YYB0">click here </a>to
find out. </div>
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7. I learn new vocabulary words. The latest definition I
have learned is “creepypasta”. It’s a tale akin to a spooky campfire story.
When I first heard this term, I imagined the <a href="http://familycrafts.about.com/cs/halloweengames/a/blhfeelbox.htm">Halloween feel box game</a> where you
use cold spaghetti as worms. </div>
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6. Reiterates that opinions count. It’s okay for me to disagree with their
number one picks. It’s interesting to hear the reasoning behind their choice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
5. Feeling jazzed when
I agree with their number one picks. </div>
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4. Listing information in a quantifying way is very
organized and enjoyable to view.</div>
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3. I feel smart when I’m able to list off before the
narrator on topics. Recently, I able to say “I knew that Charles Dickens loved
cats!” when watching <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HK-MP-I13ao">Mental Floss’ Cat facts</a>. </div>
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2. If I’m feeling ambitious, I can always advance to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/list25">List 25</a>
for more information.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
1. My number one reason why I watch top 10 lists is it’s a
great way to bond with my teenager and earn cool Mom points. Now, who doesn't
want that?</div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-46756061319494098662015-01-11T17:13:00.000-08:002015-01-11T17:13:03.430-08:00Traffic Sing Along <div class="MsoNormal">
Who doesn't enjoy singing along to the radio while driving?
I know I sure do! Plus, I’m not the only
one that substitutes their car interior for a sound studio. I’ll give you a
couple of examples. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One day, I was listening to Ke$ha’s TiK ToK in my car and
humming along. Then I happened to glance at the car sitting next to me at the
stop light. There were young women in the car and it appeared that they were
singing. As the song blared from my speakers, I could see that the lyrics were
in sync with the girls’ singing. I was thrilled. It took all my strength not to
roll down the window and yell to them “Hey, I’m listening to the same song!
Aren't I hip?!” It was probably good
that I didn't shout that out loud! </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Another time as I was driving, I stopped at a red light. I
was behind a young man who was sitting behind the wheel. I noticed him furtively
look to his left and to his right. I didn't really notice him until he started
swiveling his head. Now I was curious to why he was looking about so early in the
morning. When he saw the coast was clear, he made a fist and started belting
out what looked like a rock song into his hand microphone. I had to smile as I watched him singing his
heart out in his private concert.</div>
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What is it about our car that we find ourselves singing
along to the radio? Or maybe it’s the traffic light that prompts us to perform?
That’s my take on this matter—as we sit at the red light, we become more aware
of the song on the radio and it’s ready, set, sing! </div>
Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-65065726715847844322015-01-01T19:33:00.000-08:002015-01-01T19:33:10.860-08:00We all need some applause<div class="MsoNormal">
A comedienne that has become one of my fast favorites is
<a href="http://www.kathleenmadigan.com/">Kathleen Madigan</a>. I laugh out loud as she retells hilarious
stories about her family. She also has a quick wit about her that she is able
to summarize events and glean either the sheer absurdity or simple genius. </div>
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One example is in her stand up routine, she relates a news
story about Mike Tyson. Apparently, he
paid someone nicknamed <a href="http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1997-06-27/sports/9706270066_1_mike-tyson-crocodile-tyson-and-evander">Crocodile to be a personal motivator</a>. In her routine, Ms Madigan jokes she would love to have someone named “Alligator”
tell her after her show she was a very funny lady.</div>
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I started to think it would be nice to have a personal
cheerleader, someone who would lift our spirits when we had a bad day. It also
reminded me of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO6Qyzk8Uhw&noredirect=1">an episode of Designing Women</a> when someone invented a standing
ovation box.</div>
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Funny enough, life has imitated art, because now there
actually is <a href="http://www.skymall.com/box-of-applause/HH6166.html">a box of applause</a>. </div>
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With the New Year, resolutions and changes are customary. Wouldn't
it be great if for New Year’s we all decided that we would be our own
cheerleaders? That our thoughts would gravitate to positive when we needed that
the most? </div>
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Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-9223327962778269582014-12-14T11:40:00.001-08:002014-12-14T11:40:39.930-08:00The next time you're in line to see Santa ClausAh, Christmastime!<br />
My family has many traditions during Christmas. When our son was born, we were excited to add a new one--taking a picture with Santa Claus. We waited until he was 5 years old for his first photo with jolly old St Nick. We wanted him to be aware what was going on. We had seen too many babies bursting into tears as their mothers handed them off to a large, bearded stranger dressed in red.<br />
The Christmas our son turned 5, we dashed down to the <a href="http://www.boulevardmall.com/">Boulevard Mall in Las Vegas</a> after picking him up from kindergarten. We stood in the long line with all of the other parents and children. As we edged closer to the front of the line, my husband removed our son's jacket. To his horror, our son's shirt was stained from top to bottom. Obviously, he enjoyed his lunch so much he decided to wear half of it.<br />
"Can you believe this?" my husband lamented.<br />
"Yes," I said with a deadpan look. "He's five, that's what five year old's do. They are messy eaters!"<br />
"He can't have his picture taken like this! Listen, we have someone ahead of us. If I hurry, I can run over to one of the stores here and buy him another shirt."<br />
I looked down at our son and noticed that he was wearing a long sleeved plain navy t-shirt. The collar was the same in the front as well as in the back. An idea suddenly hit me.<br />
"We don't have to buy a new shirt, let's do this," I offered, drawing our son closer. I quickly slipped off his shirt, turned it around and put it back on. Now, the clean side of his shirt was picture ready--the dry stained riddled side was hidden behind him.<br />
My husband looked at him and said, "I guess that's okay, but he's still wearing his shirt backwards."<br />
"No one can tell!" I countered, as the "elf" walked our son over to Santa.<br />
The picture shows him siting on Santa's lap with a big smile and a clean appearing shirt. The Santa picture was saved!<br />
A new Christmas tradition was born with one caveat--Santa pictures had to be taken well before lunch!<br />
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<br />Diane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247213732087796008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757279608694955685.post-56518614548793021082014-11-29T16:22:00.000-08:002014-11-29T16:22:45.002-08:00From the land of quarters<div class="MsoNormal">
It never ceases to amaze me how perspective can change
everything.</div>
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A few days ago, I was playing <a href="http://www.worldscollide.com/">Mortal Kombat vs DC Universe </a>video game with my teenage son. Full disclosure—every once in a while I
like to play this game and keep the fictitious land of Metropolis safe. (this time around, I picked the DC side) Also,
it’s a healthy way to take out aggression and let loose pummeling the imaginary
opponents. However, I can totally see how these fighting games can lead to
aggravation. Unfortunately, a person can lose sight to why he/she was playing these games in
the first place. </div>
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I was midst in the final boss fight. As my character of Superman was defeated yet again by Dark
Khan, I let out an amused chortle. My son, who takes his video games very
seriously, asked me how I can laugh when I lose.</div>
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I immediately answered because back in my time, we didn't
have the luxury of being able to save our video games progress on a console. We
had to keep feeding a video game machine quarters to be able to beat the level.
I can remember spending a roll of
quarters on the video game <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcyBtVwAsfg">Sinistar</a> as I tried to beat the evil pixelated, floating
skull. I would get chills when the title character’s
ominous taunts and growls filled the speakers. </div>
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Now, with these home game
systems, it’s a treat to be able to walk away or put the game up until another day. My son, however, has only been
exposed to the game consoles most of his life, so he takes for granted their saving mechanisms.</div>
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Hopefully with this brief history lesson, my son will not
take his video games losses too much to heart. Otherwise, I can always take him to the arcade
and let him experience firsthand how these video games don’t have any memory without
a pocket full of tokens. </div>
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