Thursday, May 29, 2014

Here I stand and here I'll stay

Our blog project group has once again changed by one member, but I'm still calling it Blog Project 3.0. The newest member is Darwin Shrugged, a friend of Froggie's. I recently got to know her better through "52 Stories" and I look forward to what she has to say on the upcoming topics.

This week I chose the topic: The song "Let it Go" from Frozen has been all over the place these days. So what meaning does the song have that can be applied to your life in some way?

First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic:
Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock

Not a day goes by when I don’t hear a song from Frozen in my house. Either it’s coming from a computer, or one of my kids. The most prevalent of these songs is “Let it Go.” While I’ve heard it ad nauseum, it still thrills me to no end that my daughter knows the tune and most of the words and even does hand motions to go with it. She also adds in the little chiming sound at the end.

Anyway, I posed this week’s question because there is a lot of meaning to be derived from “Let it Go,” whether it’s personal empowerment or comfort, or even something deeper. The line that speaks to me the most is “The past is in the past.” (I also love how my daughter emphasizes each word of that line…)

I tend to talk about the past a lot, but without memories, where would my blog be? I like collecting memories and sharing them here. They attribute to my personality and make me who I am today. However, I get stuck in my negative past memories and need to just shake them off as a learning experience. I can’t get into a time machine and go back and change them. What’s done is done and it can’t be erased. Each experience has shaped who I am, but I’ve realized that I don’t need to dwell on them as much as focus on the good memories. I’m the one in control of what I want to think about (or at least I hope I am). So, while I’ve talked about experiences with bullying, bad jobs, toxic friendships, places where I didn’t feel welcome, relationships gone wrong—the list could go on for a while here—they’re now out of my system and I can only move forward. I can take the good from such experiences, such as a lesson learned or something better that came out of it, and pass that knowledge along.

Another aspect of my life where the past is in the past has to do with relationships. Mainly friendships, in this case. I’ve had many different friendships over the years. Some I have carried with me to the present day and our friendships are still going strong, even when we aren’t sharing the same physical space and others dropped off somewhere in the past where they can’t even be accessed anymore. While it’s sad that some friendships didn’t have lasting power, I’ve made some amazing new friends since that time and feel it’s important to focus on those instead of on people who clearly don’t give a damn about the friendship we had ages ago. While there are some people who could be easily found to re-establish a connection, if that friendship was meant to be brought to life again, it would have by now. In some particular cases, I have blocked people from Facebook so that I’m no longer tempted to see what they are up to. I know that sounds drastic, but it’s better for my overall well-being. I have so much other stuff going on that I don’t need to waste my time wondering what is going on with someone who wrote me off over a decade ago. There are other people who can’t be found at all online and I’ve finally given up trying.

This also applies to past romantic relationships. There’s only one guy I dated with whom I am still in touch. And that’s sporadically because he’s not on Facebook. We only dated a few months and decided at the same time to just be friends, so there’s really nothing awkward lingering from the past. I almost said “the three words” to him when we were dating, but am glad he stopped me because I was rebounding at the time and all caught up on my emotions. We went to each other’s weddings and we e-mail from time to time. He’s a cool guy and I only wish good things for him. Conversely, I wrote in my blog last year about thanking my first ever boyfriend for giving me a good relationship to start out with. At the time, we were also friends who e-mailed sporadically. Even if we had some history, like previous inside jokes, it really was all in the past and we’re both married with kids. So I thought we could stay friends, but I have decided to give up as it seemed like the friendship was one-sided. I would send a friendly e-mail from time to time and he’d respond, but after he didn’t respond to my birthday message and I realized he never reached out on my birthday, I decided to give up the ghost, so to speak. I wish him only good things, as well, but I’m done making any effort toward having a friendship.

In between that mix is a platonic guy friend from college whom I e-mail with once a year, on his birthday. He writes back and we exchange pictures of our kids. It's all easygoing and I know what to expect from this friendship. I still wish he were on Facebook as I know I'm not the only one who would be glad to connect with him more often throughout the year. I think he'd get along with some of my other friends whom he hasn't met yet, as well as my husband. So I plan to maintain that friendship in the low maintenance way that I do, as it was a positive relationship and I don't plan to "let it go" as easily as I do others with whom I am not in touch. It's definitely harder to maintain friendships without Facebook and I need to be better about staying in touch with the friends I care about who aren't on there. I'm seeing one of them in a couple of months and am excited about that!

Elsa said it well when she declared that the past is in the past because it truly is. While it doesn’t mean I’m going to set foot inside an IHOP or attend my high school reunion, it does mean that I like where I am in my life and who I choose to share it with. Having said that, I didn't feel so anxious when recently passing by a town that used to fill me with dread. I also want to thank Elsa for giving me the opportunity to think about how I maintain my friendships and which ones are worth keeping in the long run.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Taking on a guy's voice

I usually write fiction from a woman's point of view, so I decided to focus on a guy this time.....

Yours for Eternity

Adam Carver had all these ideas of what Heaven would look like, but he didn’t imagine what he saw at this very moment.  Somehow, he had been transported into his dorm building from college, Harrison Hall. A television in the corner was showing the Super Bowl from 1986, when the Bears last won. That was his favorite Super Bowl memory. Apparently, the guy behind him was watching something different on that same television because he was laughing hysterically.  Between laughs, he was trying to explain. “Jack…just thought…Chrissy was…sleeping with Mr. Furley!” Adam hoped that this guy wouldn’t be his roommate for eternity.
Where the dining center would have been was a food court with his favorite junk food establishments from Dunkin’ Donuts to Sonic to Ben and Jerry’s. He slowly inched his way to the front of the check-in line while taking in all the sights before him. The best part was that all the girls he laid eyes upon were gorgeous. And the radio was playing Nirvana music without so much as a commercial or announcement in between. Of course, the guy behind him could be listening to something completely different and he didn’t care to know what it was.
He finally made his way to the front of the line. “Welcome to Cloud Three!” The man sitting at the table was bald, wearing a long white gown with wings and a halo over his head. This was almost too much to take in. Did angels really dress this way for the fun of it? Or was this another play upon his vision of what Heaven should look like?
“Hello? Your name, please?” The angel was waving his hand in front of Adam’s face rapidly to get his attention. “I’d say ‘come back to Earth,’ but that’s not really an option now, is it?”
Adam’s face turned bright red, but he managed to regain his composure. “Adam. Adam Carver.”
“Ah, yes. I have your paperwork right here. It says you arrived at age 36 on April 24th at 8:22 pm after a texting and driving accident. Was anyone else with you at the time?”
“Nope.”
“Well, that’s good, at least. You would be in a much different place otherwise if you had taken someone else down with you. “
Adam shuddered at the thought. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Would you like a mentor? Heaven is quite an adjustment, even if it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. There are still some guidelines to make your stay for eternity much more pleasant than it would be already. And before I forget, do you want me to send a message to anyone so they know where you’ve ended up?”
“Like a sign?”
“Exactly! Who should get the sign and what kind of sign should it be? And if you’re not sure now, you can call down to the front desk when you’ve made your decision.”
“No need to wait. I want my mother, Marianne Carver, to get the sign and it should be in the form of extremely hard to get tickets to the Bette Midler concert next month.”
“We can arrange that. Here are the keys to your room. We haven’t assigned a roommate yet, but the right match for you hasn’t arrived yet either. We prefer for all roommates to get along or to have had a connection back on Earth.”
“Fair enough.”
“Oh, and don’t forget to take your iPad equipped with Facebook for the Afterlife. Just keep in mind that your grandparents are most likely not using it. However, you can look up anyone on here to find out where to locate them, even if they don’t have an account. Only the ones who actually have accounts will be available for friend requests.” Then he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially “And if you need a dose of schadenfraude, you can even see who didn’t make it into Heaven and is spending eternity in a less desirable location, also known as ‘that other place.’”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”

***

Adam’s room was set up to his liking, with posters of his favorite movies and bands on the wall and a large flat screen television on the wall opposite his bed, equipped with streaming Netflix and a Wii. He was quite literally in Heaven now. The best was the fridge, stocked with his favorite beer and snacks, as well as a freezer full of Ben and Jerry’s cartons. He wondered if everyone got this kind of treatment and whether he was booked for a massage at the spa that was constantly being advertised in the building. He’d check later, but would settle in for now. While he felt guilty for leaving his mom and all his closest friends behind when he made that foolish decision to text his latest conquest that he was running late, he figured that this wasn’t a bad way to spend eternity. It could have been much worse. He remembered that movie, Defending Your Life, where the guy was trapped in purgatory and had to explain his actions from past situations. Adam seemed to have a quick ticket to Heaven without having to go through any hoops first. It was-almost-too good to be true!
After finally feeling like he was settled in, Adam switched on his iPad to see if he could find some long lost relatives, and find out if anyone he didn’t like ended up in “that other place.” It was relatively easy to look up names and he was pleased to find out the guy who bullied him in grade school and later got killed in a drunk driving accident was now in “that other place.” He was also glad to know that his grandparents and a bunch of other relatives were in Heaven too. He’d have to go to their buildings to visit them soon. They’d be surprised to see him, but probably sad that he didn’t get to live to an old age. 
A pinging sound interrupted his thoughts. He saw that a message had just come in from someone named Madison Delaney. Adam racked his brain to see if he could remember anyone with that name, but drew a blank.
You don’t know me, but I was wondering if you could help. There was a computer glitch when I died and I ended up in “that other place.” I’m not supposed to be here, but no matter how often I argue with the gatekeeper, he won’t let me out without someone to claim that I belong in Heaven. Can you talk to one of the angels up there to see if they can get me out of here? It really sucks. I am stuck in the office where I had my first job and am constantly making copies of every boring document in existence. One page at a time. Please. Do whatever you can to get me out of here!
Adam was flustered by this message, as he didn’t know computer glitches could really happen. He wondered how long she was stuck down there.
I’m sorry to hear this. Has anyone else tried to help you yet? How long have you been down there?
His iPad pinged a moment later.
A few people but they never got anywhere and gave up on me. Three years.
I’ll do my best, even if I have to come down there myself and get you.
You won’t want to do that. Trust me. The gatekeeper will make you jump through hoops. This is why people keep giving up on me.
Well, hang in there and I’ll see what I can find out from up here.
Adam then went to Madison’s page. There was a picture of a beautiful girl with long, blond hair cascading down her back, held off her face by a headband. She had mesmerizing blue eyes and her smile made him weak in the knees. He’d get her out of “that other place” if it was the last thing he did. Then again, it was eternity, so he would want to get her out sooner rather than later. He heard another ping.
You’re the best! XOXO  So, tell me how you ended up in Heaven? How old are you? I’m 32.
I’m 36 and I died while texting and driving. What about you?
I drowned while learning how to surf. Pathetic, huh?
Kudos to you for trying. Where did you live?
I was born in Iowa, but then my family and I moved to Hawaii. You?
I’ve lived in Chicago my whole life.
Fun. I never even made it out there when I lived in the Midwest.
Too bad. You would have loved it here. I never made it out to Hawaii either, so I guess we’re even.
True. Anyway, I have to get back to making more copies or I’ll be stuck doing an even more menial task. Thanks again. Hope to hear some good news soon.
Soon you won’t ever have to make copies again. I’ll make sure of that!
It sounds easier than it is or I would have been out of here by now.
***
The next morning, Adam went down to the main lobby to talk to the first angel he met.  
“Adam! How are you liking it here? Do you have everything you need?”
“Things are great. Thanks. I have more than enough. I wanted to know if you could help me though. I recently found out that a friend of mine ended up in ‘that other place’ because of a computer glitch. Can you go down there and get her out?”
“If I was able to get people out of ‘that other place,’ don’t you think I would by now? People down there are always contacting my residents to ask for help by saying that they ended up there by mistake.  I found that out the hard way once, when I liberated a guy and then later found out that he abused and neglected his pets. I would have been ‘Head Angel,’ if not for that incident.” The angel’s previous cheery demeanor was replaced with a scowl.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to run orientation for some new residents. I highly suggest you attend.”
“Thanks anyway. And where is orientation?”
“The lounge on the top floor. See you in five.”
After the angel sulked off, Adam took out his iPad to shoot off a message to Madison.
The angel won’t do it. I’ll find another way. I promise.
Figures. One animal abuser ruined it for all of us innocents down here.
Don’t worry. I’ll find a way. Hang tight.
Thanks. Off to make more copies now. Yay. :P
During orientation, Adam zoned out a lot to think of ways to rescue Madison from a lifetime in “that other place.” He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go over his angel’s head to someone higher up, or if they would even believe him. Damn that pet abuser! Well, he’s apparently not damned anymore since he managed to trick Adam’s angel.
“Heaven to Adam.” The angel was waving his hand in front of Adam’s face again while a few others snickered. “We’re going around saying where we’re from, our ages, and how we got here. It’s your turn.”
“36. Chicago. Texting and driving.”
“Is that the worst way to go or what?!?”
“While you were on some other planet, we’ve established that everyone on this floor was texting and driving. You’ve obviously done something really good in your life to earn instant access to Heaven.”
“Well, I was a volunteer fireman and rescued several children when no one else would go in and do it.”
“Sounds like you’ve really earned your ticket then. And that also explains your fixation on that friend of yours in ‘the other place.’”
“Ooh! You were contacted by someone too? Those ‘other place’ people just prey upon us Heavenly people to help them out. It never happens though. We’re supposed to block them or report them.”
Adam couldn’t fathom doing that to Madison. Perhaps if they had both lived, they would have found a way to meet as mortals and would have possibly fallen in love. Either that, or he was just deprived for so long that he’d actually text someone for a booty call.
As if Madison were reading his mind, he found a message from her when he got back to his room.
Any luck yet?
Still working on it. I won’t let you down, no matter what anyone else says.
That’s a relief, I suppose. If you had ended up in “the other place,” what do you think you’d be doing?
Probably sitting through Professor Frankel’s world history lesson. It was so boring and he just droned on and on. He was like that teacher from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. And then he expected us to write essays about what he was talking about and I barely took any notes because it was just so hard to stay focused.
I can’t imagine that being any fun. Not sure if it beats menial work in a dingy old office working for the crankiest woman on Earth.
You’d be surprised. Anyway, I’m going to work on my plan to get you out of there.
If you can do this, I'll be yours for eternity.
I like the sound of that....

***

After doing some research and exhausting every possibility, Adam decided that he had to just go down there and rescue Madison himself. If he could rescue children from burning buildings, this would be a breeze. The gatekeeper couldn’t be all that bad, right? Maybe if he wore all white and said he was an angel-in-training, he wouldn’t be questioned as much.
That night, he put his plan into place. The walk was longer than he expected, and he also had to take two buses and an underground train. However, he finally made it to “the other place.” It wasn’t hot or raging with fire and brimstone like he expected. He peered through one of the spaces in the wooden fence to see what was going on. People just looked miserable, stuck in various mundane tasks. He hoped that Madison would know he was there so that she could just leave with him. There was no turning back now. Well, he could have turned back if he really wanted, but he came this far. He knocked on the giant door that marked the entrance between the fences.
The door was opened by a tall and brooding man who reminded him of a Disney villain. Perhaps Jafar? “Can I help you?” His deep voice unsettled Adam and threw him off his game.
“Um…yes…I’m here to pick…up one…of your residents? Madison Delaney?”
“And why would you be picking her up?”
“I was told that there was a computer glitch and that she was supposed to be up with us in Heaven?”
“I hate to break it to you, buddy, but there is no one named Madison here.”
“Did someone get her already?”
“She either doesn’t exist at all or she is still alive and has yet to arrive either here or in Heaven.”
“Oh. That’s just strange. We’ve been in contact for the last day or so.”
“Well, you could always wait for her here…since there’s no going back to where you came from.”
“But….I’m an angel!”
“Then where are your halo and wings?”
“I’m an angel-in-training.”
“Take a look, buddy. If you were an angel, your transportation would be waiting to take you back. Do you see your transportation now?”
Adam turned around and only saw a dark wall. He went over to it to find an opening and hit something solid. It truly was a wall.
“Come with me. I’ll show you to your room. Your roommate is famous for defrauding people of a lot of money. Don’t let him swindle you, even though it sounds like you let someone else do it already.” Then the gatekeeper let out the most horrifying laugh. It hurt Adam’s ears and he covered them tightly until the sound faded away.
When he arrived in his new room, he was pleased to find it empty for the time being. “Tomorrow morning, you will report to building six, room 405, for world history with Professor Frankel.” With that, the gatekeeper let out another horrifying laugh and walked away.
Adam turned on his iPad to send a note to Madison.
What is the deal?
The message instantly bounced back to him with an error message: User does not exist. Adam threw his iPad across the room, shattering the screen, and then buried his head in his pillow and sobbed in agony of his new situation.

***

At that same moment up in Heaven, Kitty Lockhart shut off her iPad and set it down on her nightstand. “Score one for Kitty, zero for Adam.”
Her best friend, Matilda, was lounging on the other bed, watching reruns of My So-Called Life. Kitty’s announcement drew her attention away from the TV. “What did you do this time, Kit?”
Well, remember that guy who got me to fall in love with him and then invited me to meet him in Chicago a few years ago? I got there and called him to pick me up from the airport, but he pretended to not know who I was. Turns out, he had met someone else and was too much of a coward to tell me before I actually purchased a flight out to visit him. I was so upset that I just hopped the next flight back home to Seattle. However, that flight malfunctioned and crashed. So, if it weren’t for him being a complete tool, to put it nicely, I would still be alive. I don’t even know how he was allowed into Heaven in the first place. So I made sure to send him where he truly belongs, courtesy of my ‘good friend,’ Madison.”
“Well, I hope I never get on your bad side then! I wonder if dinner tonight will be catfish, in your honor.”
Matilda laughed to herself and went back to watching her favorite show.  
Kitty sat back in her bed and cracked open her favorite James Patterson novel, a satisfied smirk on her face.

***

Chicago: May 21st, 2014


Marianne Carver wiped her eyes on her sleeve as she opened the envelope that came in the mail, revealing a ticket to the upcoming Bette Midler concert. “I knew he made it up there,” she whispered to herself.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Glee: A look back on season five

Now that another rather tumultuous season of Glee has come and gone, I wanted to share my thoughts on it. Granted, I am still a "Gleek" at heart (I love musical theater, after all), but some aspects of the show made me feel like I was watching a train wreck. (Warning: Season FIVE spoilers ahead)

What worked:

Adam Lambert: Even though I'm long over my crush on him, he still is a great performer. His character, Elliot, added some substance to the NY story line and kept the others grounded. What's NOT to love there?!? I just wish they had let him stick around the rest of the season instead of sending him to some yoga retreat.

Demi Lovato: I really liked her character, Dani, with Santana and was miffed when that relationship went down the tubes due to Santana's attitude during the feud with Rachel. "Dantana" really could have worked otherwise.

Losing the McKinley story line: New Directions were getting weak and the writers were running out of ideas for what to do with the characters who were still at McKinley. So why not send the strongest ones to NYC and write out the school altogether? I honestly wasn't sad to see that chapter come to a close.

Getting rid of Tina: She was such an annoying brat. I'm glad Jenna decided to leave the show, even though she did come to NYC in one episode to be just as annoying, if not more.

Finn tribute: A very poignant episode that goes back to the heart of what the show is really about.

Puck and Quinn getting together: I really love them together. I was so glad that things didn't work out with Quinn's boyfriend so that they could write him out of the story and give Puck and Quinn the happy ending they deserve. I wonder if they'll be back next season.

Sam's haircut: Did he just get 10 times hotter or is it me?

Will and Emma becoming parents: As much as Will was getting on my nerves, I am really happy for this new chapter in his life and was even crying when he told Rachel the news.

Skylar Astin as the leader of the rival glee club at nationals: He's cute AND a great singer. What more is there to ask for?!?

Kitty's soft side: I was sick of her being obnoxious and liked her much better once she proved to be a decent human being.

Finn's mom: Romy Rosemont gave some amazing performances this past year as a grieving mother. I almost forgot that she's not Cory Monteith's mom in real life.

What didn't work:

X-mas episode: It should have stayed in the vaults. Then again, it should have been immediately destroyed so that no one had to be subjected to such torture!

Artie being a man-slut and getting an STD: This totally ruined Artie for me. I respected him until this episode. I was even hoping he and Julie could get together because they'd be a cute couple. But then he had to go and get an STD and the whole situation was awkward and embarrassing for everyone, including the TV audience.

The writer girl in the season finale: I said this before and will say it again...I find Olaf from Frozen to be less annoying. I know a lot of you like Olaf though, so I'll put this in other terms. There was a female comedian I saw at an amateur night a long time ago and she was so NOT funny but she'd keep saying "yeah, I thought that was funny." The writer girl was LESS funny than this comedian. I just wanted to smack her every time she opened her mouth to speak.

The Song of Solomon audition: So awkward that I am still cringing.

Santana/Rachel feud even though it only helped in one instance: I really thought Rachel put on her diva hat and boots for this one. I totally hated this fight even more than the Ross and Rachel fight on Friends after Ross cheated while they were "on a break." It only served to benefit Rachel later when she went to that ridiculous audition and her understudy got injured. What big Broadway show, in their right mind, has only ONE understudy?!?

June Dolloway: While it's nice for Blaine to get noticed for his talent and all, June just annoyed me with how she was telling him who he should love and threatening his career if he undermined her. She's not even a slightly good singer so I don't get where she can decide who is talented enough to perform in her show.

Rachel quitting NYADA/being a huge diva: I addressed the diva issue before, but Rachel is going to eventually hit a wall that she can't climb over and then she'll regret quitting NYADA. Who's to say this pilot won't fail the way How I Met Your Dad just did? She really has too big of a head and it's going to come back and bite her when she least expects it.

Becky being all psycho: While I think it's great that they include a character with Down Syndrome on the show, why can't they at least make this character normal in the way of Corky from Life Goes On vs completely ridiculous. Becky used to be sweet and lovable, but then Sue turned her into some monster. Side note: If she was going to college where people integrate students with DS into the mainstream classes, why was she just shown a class with other kids who have DS?

Artie swinging from a vine while in his wheelchair during "Roar": This was worse than him diving into the pool during "We Found Love."

Ryder sticking around even though he was supposed to leave: Did this story line just get completely dropped so he could "woo" Marley? Remember? After regionals? He said he was going to leave New Directions because of the "catfish" incident with Unique. Clearly, the writers think we have amnesia.

Sue Sylvester's trip to NYC: 50 shades of WRONG!!!! What school principal crashes at the apartment of former students and ditches their show in the middle of a song and then has the chutzpah to go back to the apartment with a strange man to fool around on everyone's bed? I was so glad when Rachel told her off.

The episode written by Chris Colfer: While Chris was trying to go for some sentimental message, it mainly just cleared up what was going on in that home for retired actors that I lived by in NJ. The only thing I liked about this episode was Santana's possible new career. Oh, and "Lando Calrissian."

Having so many unmemorable songs: I'll have a song from an episode come up on my Spotify and I don't even know when or why it was sung. And whatever Mercedes sang in the studio that one time was so slow and dull that I can't even remember what it was. They're also singing songs that are way before their time and acting like they have some attachment to them.

Anyway, these are just my thoughts. If you've stuck around for Glee this long, I'd love to hear what worked and didn't work for you this past season. While I think this mention in Entertainment Weekly is more harsh than I was in this entire post, I'm glad that they've caught on too. I'm really hoping that waiting longer to start the final season will allow the writers to get everyone back to a good place.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Never again

Our blog project group has once again changed by one member, but I'm still calling it Blog Project 3.0. The newest member is Darwin Shrugged, a friend of Froggie's. I recently got to know her better through "52 Stories" and I look forward to what she has to say on the upcoming topics.

This week Moma Rock chose the topic: What is something (or more than one thing) you've done or tried (been there, done that) that you will never do again?

First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic:
Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock

I definitely couldn't narrow my list down to one thing, so I'm glad we had the option to list more. Here's my list, in no particular order.

Go to school: There was a time when I entertained the idea of going to grad school. That was before kids came into the picture. I've since lost the motivation to sit and learn anything and the idea of standardized tests to get into school is beyond scary at this point.

Spend New Year's Eve in Times Square: I did it once, a long time ago, and have no desire to do so ever again. It's freezing, noisy, crowded, and you wait for several hours for something to happen. You don't get to see any celebrities and the ball looks like a tiny speck from down on the ground. Then you're fighting crowds while covered in chunks of confetti, just to get out of the city afterward. It's not as organized as Disney World's exit strategy. I'm happy to watch from the comfort of my couch, thank you very much! I have had some other memorable NYE celebrations, but the best times have been spent with close friends.

Ride a roller coaster: It's not out of fear as much as nausea. My body is no longer equipped for fast rides that go all over the place.

Go to "Rocky Horror": Just like I'm no longer Magenta, I also can't rationalize staying up at a theater listening to people half my age yelling the lines I used to have memorized back in the day. Even in my 20s, I found myself falling asleep halfway through the movie. I'll always have my memories...

Ride an ATV in desert (even if I'm not the one controlling it): As to not have to rehash this tale, see this post from a few years ago.

Get eye surgery: Unless it's a matter of saving my eyes (like for cataracts or glaucoma), I'm not doing elective eye surgery ever again. I had LASIK back in 1999. I love being able to see 20/20, but I also get dry eyes often and I think I'd rather get wisdom teeth pulled then go through the feeling of someone touching my eyes and having them hurt worse than the time my daughter scratched one of them last year. So if it's a matter of simple vision correction, I don't mind reverting back to glasses at this point. The surgery has more than paid for itself thus far.

Watch Frozen: I know I'm in the minority and that the songs are constantly stuck in my head, but I don't see myself sitting through the entire movie again. I still don't see what the big deal is with it.

Set foot inside an IHOP: I know it's not Kosher anyway, but my boycott has gone on for almost 18 years now. It was THAT bad to be a server there.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Book Review: The Birth House

I read a lot of books for my local book club that I probably would not have normally read, at least if they're not chick lit related. The Birth House, by Ami McKay, definitely fits into this category. I didn't even know of its existence until someone recommended it. We had read Call the Midwife a while back, so the topic of midwives is of interest to our club. Therefore, we all decided that The Birth House should be our next selection. Given the size of the book and the rather nondescript looking cover, I was still somewhat hesitant to pick it up. However, I figured I would jump right in and if I didn't like it, I would still go to book club to hear other people's thoughts. I ended up surprising myself though and realized, in the end, that I liked it a lot more than I was expecting to!

The Birth House is the story of Dora Rare, the first daughter to be born in five generations of the Rare family. As a child in an isolated village in Nova Scotia, she is drawn to Miss Babineau, an outspoken Acadian midwife with a gift for healing and a kitchen filled with herbs and folk remedies. During the turbulent years of World War I, Dora becomes the midwife's apprentice. Together, they help the women of Scots Bay through infertility, difficult labors, breech births, unwanted pregnancies and even unfulfilling sex lives.

When Gilbert Thomas, a brash medical doctor, comes to Scots Bay with promises of fast, painless childbirth, some of the women begin to question Miss Babineau's methods - and after Miss Babineau's death, Dora is left to carry on alone. In the face of fierce opposition, she must summon all of her strength to protect the birthing traditions and wisdom that have been passed down to her.

Filled with details that are as compelling as they are surprising-childbirth in the aftermath of the Halifax Explosion, the prescribing of vibratory treatments to cure hysteria and a mysterious elixir called Beaver Brew-
The Birth House is an unforgettable tale of the struggles women have faced to maintain control over their own bodies and to keep the best parts of tradition alive in the world of modern medicine.(Synopsis courtesy of Goodreads.)

I can definitely attest to this novel as being compelling. It was hard to put down and stuck with me even when I wasn't reading it. I was all worried for the characters and wondering what would happen next. Dora really gets put through a lot in the span of three years. Her best friend dies (which is not a spoiler since it says so in the summary), she marries a total jerk, the new doctor starts messing with her head, some people turn against her, etc. She manages to hold her own throughout the story and comes out stronger overall. She's really only a kid too. I was getting ready for college when I was her age and she's being trained to catch babies and administer holistic medical treatments. She does have a small support system, and I loved all the women who looked after and cared about her. Some aspects of the story reminded me of how people treated Belle from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Both Dora and Belle love to read, are looked upon as strange, have men in their lives who try to control them (I'm not talking about the Beast here), etc. Also the way the townsfolk become an angry mob to attack the Beast is similar to how people act toward Dora and Miss B when they try to help various women.

Ami McKay is great with her use of description without it being overwhelming and she gives a strong feel for the time period, which made me feel like it was non-fiction. I love how she uses advertisements from that time period and how they fit in so well with the story. It reminded me of when I'd go to Wendy's as a kid and they'd have these old-time newspaper articles and advertisements as the artwork on the tables. I'm not as familiar with the events of World War I, but Ami kept that side of the story interesting instead of being just dry facts. She tied the events of the story into what was happening with the war.

There are a LOT of characters in this story and it's sometimes hard to keep names and information straight. I had to go back to earlier chapters to remember who was who sometimes. There was even an age slip-up for one of the characters that never got caught before going to print. I also would not recommend reading this book in public unless you're prepared to heavily blush, as some parts were a bit raunchy. I didn't blush the same way I would for a steamy romantic novel. No, this was on the darker side of the scale, to the point of making me uncomfortable. One aspect even made me think of a situation from Sex and the City.

I remember that when I was reading Call the Midwife, I was thinking how times are so different now and how much more advantageous we are to have choices about where and how we give birth. While I chose to go the obstetrics route, I know others who have chosen to have home births with midwives at hand. Everyone is different and I don't judge people for how they want to have their babies any more than they should judge me. As long as the baby is born safely and their well-being is seen to after their birth, why should it matter where they were born? What was definitely concerning in this novel, and still comes out in other ways nowadays, is how men think they have governance over women's bodies. That's a whole other can of worms to open though and my review is not meant to spark debate. There's only one question I have that went unanswered: What is tea with mitts? I couldn't find anything about it in the "Willow Book" glossary at the back of the book.

The Birth House has given me a reason to be less judgmental over other books that might not be of interest to me at first. I have already been recommending it to others and will continue to do so!

I had a few casting ideas in mind for a movie version (surprise, surprise...)

Dora: Stephanie Hunt (I recently saw her on an episode of Glee and then immediately pictured her in this role.)
Archer: Colin Farrell
Hart: Joe Manganiello
Dr. Thomas: Dean Chekvala
Miss B: Loretta Devine
Maxine: Paula Patton
Precious: AnnaSophia Robb

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Thursday, May 15, 2014

No rhyme or reason

Our blog project group has once again changed by one member, but I'm still calling it Blog Project 3.0. The newest member is Darwin Shrugged, a friend of Froggie's. I recently got to know her better through "52 Stories" and I look forward to what she has to say on the upcoming topics.

This week Darwin Shrugged chose the topic: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic:
Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock


There are a couple of concepts in Judaism that I wanted to bring up. The first is saying "B'shaah Tovah" to someone who is pregnant. Then again, I'd say it to myself for all my pregnancies. It means "all in good time" and it's a way of not jinxing the pregnancy. This goes along with the other concept, which is "besherte." It means "meant to be." If it's supposed to happen, it will. I attribute my relationship with my husband to besherte. I also consider other situations in life to be an act of besherte, such as helping my husband find some long lost cousins and having them become best friends with my parents as a result. Or the timing of how some of my friendships came about.

If you think about it, everything really comes down to fate. Being in the right place at the right time. Saying the right thing to the right person. Either you luck out or you don't. There was an episode of How I Met Your Mother (yes, I still reference this show even though I'm not over the series finale yet) where Ted was using a set of circumstances to tie to how he met the mother. However, he didn't actually meet the mother in that episode, but instead the events of the day put him in the right place at the right time so he could get closure from a past relationship. I resented the teaser that came out of that episode and didn't really know how it led to him meeting the mother, but I guess having the closure allowed him to move on. Maybe he wouldn't have been in a place to meet the mother six years later if he didn't have it? Having said that, in the second to last season, there's an episode where he runs into another girl he dated and she tells him that her roommate (whom is implied to be the mother) is in a band and they book her to play at the wedding in the final season. So that's an act of fate in itself. The couple that was getting married had intended to get a DJ but then they couldn't pass up the opportunity to get the band, once it was offered. If they hadn't, Ted may have never met the mother.

This all leads me to think about time travel movies where if you change one circumstance, everything else changes as a result. Like when Marty McFly almost kept his parents from dating in Back to the Future, he saw the possibility of his existence being wiped away. Or how in The Butterfly Effect, Ashton Kutcher's character kept going back to certain situations and changing one aspect, thus affecting the entire course of his life after that point. The title of the movie is related to a time travel story where someone goes back to the time of the dinosaurs and steps on a butterfly, thus altering everything else from that point forward. Yes, just from stepping on a butterfly. I forgot the title of that story, but I think it was also made into a movie at some point. In any case, the Ashton Kutcher movie is really intense, but also thought provoking. I found myself crying at the end. Until someone invents an actual time machine that really works, I think we're safe from any literal or metaphorical butterfly effects.

There's also the concept of why bad things happen to good people. I know there's even a book about it. If everything happened for a reason, how does that explain the horrible things that can happen to people over the course of their lives? What reason would there be for wiping out populations or for innocent children to suffer? I was recently reading an article about one of the Cleveland kidnapping victims. It was awful to hear what she went through and I was impressed that she held out enough hope to keep herself going even in the worst moments. What reason is there for her, or even the other two victims, to have been in that situation? I dare someone to come up with one.

Having said all this, my answer to Darwin Shrugged's question is a resounding NO.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Isn't it Romantic?

I'm still floating on a natural high from the season finale of The Mindy Project, which has to be one of the most romantic episodes of a TV show, at least in my book! I also recently read some chick lit novels related to rom-coms and chick flicks: What Nora Knew by Linda Yellin and Love Like the Movies by Victoria Van Tiem. I also read an article about how The Fault in Our Stars is expected to be the most romantic movie of 2014. In lieu of this, I want to share about some of my favorite romantic movies, as well as some of my favorite on-screen kisses.

Favorite Romantic Movies (most don't need any explanation):
While You Were Sleeping
The Notebook
Where the Heart is (The one with Natalie Portman and Ashley Judd)
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
50 First Dates
Dirty Dancing
The Princess Bride
Titanic
Like Water for Chocolate
Life is Beautiful (I know it is about the Holocaust, but before that part happens, Guido says the most romantic thing to Dora. I love how he goes about pursuing her and even how he tries to communicate with her at the concentration camp.)
Sleepless in Seattle
When Harry Met Sally
The Wedding Singer
One Fine Day (This little gem starring George Clooney and Michelle Pfeiffer seemed to slip through the cracks, but it was a sweet story.)
Beauty and the Beast (especially when the Beast gives Belle his library...)
Love Actually (Some people have argued that it's not really that romantic, but Jamie's story takes the cake. I also love Sam's story line and the part with the Prime Minister is sweet too.)

Favorite Kisses:
The Mindy Project: The one on the airplane and the one on the season finale. Both are impossible to forget!

Clueless: On the stairs, when Cher gets interrupted with the kiss. I always cry when that happens!

50 First Dates: Right before Henry and Lucy part ways. So sad, but so heartfelt too. If Adam Sandler kissed me that way, I'd forget what I wanted to forget about.

Never Been Kissed: The kiss Josie has been waiting for...

Ten Things I Hate About You: At the paintball field

How I Met Your Mother: When Lily finally gets Marshall back after returning from her art sabbatical in California (after trying to scare off the girl with crazy eyes).

Friends: The one with the prom video

The Princess Bride: "Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."

Aladdin: When the carpet pushes Aladdin up to kiss Jasmine.

Chasing Amy: After the whole love profession and fight, when they're outside in the rain.

That Thing You Do: Talk about being honestly kissed....

Thursday, May 8, 2014

I blog, therefore I am

Our blog project group has once again changed by one member, but I'm still calling it Blog Project 3.0. The newest member is Darwin Shrugged, a friend of Froggie's. I recently got to know her better through "52 Stories" and I look forward to what she has to say on the upcoming topics.

This week Froggie chose the topic: The essence of you. Write something captures the essence of who you are as a person.

First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic:
Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock

The other day, at work, we were given an activity to do for an inter-office contest. We're supposed to find something we're passionate about in relation to the organization and make a picture of it to put in a special frame they gave us. While what I plan to do for that activity has nothing to do with this post, I was able to relate the two topics initially. Isn't your essence something you're passionate about? I see it that way. In any case, the more I thought about it, the more I knew that writing is what captures my essence.

I've always enjoyed creative writing. Even in elementary school, I enjoyed making up stories. They were probably silly and made no sense at the time, but I had fun, nonetheless. I hated when someone tried to curb my creativity by asking for details. I remember when we had to make up characters for our language arts class. I first created an angel and was told that I had to create a real person. That totally annoyed me because characters should be able to come in any shape or form.

When I started high school, I had to write something based on my summer reading assignment of Tom Sawyer. I didn't like the book all that much, but decided to have fun with it anyway. My English teacher liked it so much that he gave my name to the head of the Forensics (speech) team. From there, I tried my hand at original comedy. Even though my piece didn't do all that well, I had fun putting it together and my English teacher thought I was funny, at least. I also used my creative writing skills in theater classes and for directing class. They later came in handy for when I took improv comedy classes at Comedy Sportz in my mid-20s.

Senior year, I took a creative writing class. It was one of my favorite classes that year. I had so much fun putting together different stories, poems, plays, etc. My teacher even submitted some of my work to contests and entered my play into the literary magazine. Some peers in my directing class even chose my play for their end-of-year directing project. I received more compliments on the play I wrote than the play I directed (that someone else wrote). That was definitely flattering.

In college, I didn't get to explore much on a creative level. I wrote some papers and got away with not knowing what I was talking about, simply by the way I wrote them. One of the papers I had fun working on was comparing Seinfeld to Pulp Fiction. In the meantime, I always had story ideas going through my head but never wrote them down.

Fast forward to 2009, when I started this blog. I had done some blogging in the past, but most of it was venting and dissecting episodes of Desperate Housewives. In 2010, I found this website that had a fiction writing challenge every Friday. I started doing that from time to time and really enjoyed what I came up with. I could tell that other readers liked my writing too, and they didn't even have a reason to be bias! I was also doing book reviews for Chick Lit Central and put a lot of thought into them. I had also started the first blog project group in 2010, which lasted for a little while before fizzling out. When my daughter was born, I curbed the fiction writing for a while. In the meantime, Blog Project 2.0 had started up and I liked the challenging new topics everyone presented. I really like writing my thoughts out on personal topics, as well as pop culture, news stories, ethical dilemmas, etc. There are times when I'm not sure what to say, but then when I get going, it's hard to stop! This past December, after Blog Project 3.0 was underway for a bit, I decided to revisit my fiction writing by making that a topic. It was so nice to go into another person's life for a little while and my short story garnered positive feedback. I made it a goal to write at least one fiction piece for my blog every month in 2014. It keeps my mind active in a different way than I'm used to and allows me to strengthen a skill that had been dormant for quite some time.

Even Chick Lit Central allows me to be creative in different ways, like with my interview questions, theme topics, ideas for posts, etc. I still like to incorporate it into the writing process in some way. This year for International Chick Lit Month, I asked authors to talk about going on a "friend date" with one of their characters. In the past, I've asked authors to do a "where are they now" post about one of their characters. The theme months I've done at the blog have ranged from "Friendship" to "Movies" to "Happiness" to "Birthdays," and there are still more themes in store. I like coming up with various questions based on these themes.

At work, I've made it a tradition to give a D'var Torah (a speech about the most recent parasha/Torah portion) every year on my anniversary with the organization. Since this falls in December, I usually get to talk about Ya'akov (Jacob) or Yosef (Joseph). I get some information from various websites that discuss it and then I find ways to connect them with what my organization does. I was really proud of the one I did this past year, tying the virtues of Menashe and Ephraim to various aspects of fundraising. I received a lot of positive feedback on it too. I hope I'll continue to strengthen my D'var Torah writing skills as the anniversaries continue to build up.

Finally, I've entered a couple of contests for Ladies' Home Journal. I didn't win, but I'm proud of what I wrote for both of them. One piece was about how I met my husband ("The Moment that Changed My Life") and the other was about starting a book blog ("The Best Decision I Ever Made"). I posted both entries on my blog once I knew that I didn't win and they received positive feedback. The latter even led to another opportunity which I hope will come through. (Not saying anything more on that as to not jinx things.) I hope to enter more essay contests in the future and maybe even a fiction contest or two.

Looking back on all these writing experiences tells me that my true essence lies in my writing. I still feel I have a ways to go with it and could always strengthen different aspects of my work (such as adding more details to my fiction pieces). In the long run, I am in charge of what I write and there's no teacher to analyze my work or tell me to do it better. If I want to improve upon something, I will. I'm just glad to be writing and that blogging provides such a great outlet for me to express myself in this fashion.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

All Consuming

Our blog project group has once again changed by one member, but I'm still calling it Blog Project 3.0. The newest member is Darwin Shrugged, a friend of Froggie's. I recently got to know her better through "52 Stories" and I look forward to what she has to say on the upcoming topics.

This week I chose the topic: I recently heard about a book called The 100 Thing Challenge.
Since 100 is a lot to think about, I've decided to narrow it down and change things up a bit.
Write about either "10 things you CAN'T live without" OR "10 things you CAN live without." These "things" have to be items that you spend money on (not people or metaphorical concepts).


First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic:
Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock

The day after I chose this topic, there was an awful explosion near the town where I grew up. Apparently, there was a natural gas odor in the air and the woman living in the house said she saw something on fire and went across the street to call 911. Lucky for her that she left when she did because her house exploded. From what I heard, the source of the explosion is still a mystery. Still, that's scary to have such a near miss and to also lose everything you own in one fell swoop. I know one's life is the most important thing and that houses can be rebuilt and material things can be replaced. However, there are some things you just want to keep because they contain special memories. A couple of years ago, for a blog project topic, we were asked to write about what we'd take with us if we had to evacuate our home and what we'd miss most if our house were destroyed. Here's what I had to say on that.

In relation to this rather timely and horrendous incident, it's hard to really think about the items I can or cannot live without. Thinking about just losing everything at once is unimaginable. Having to start over like that would just feel so overwhelming. I had a whole list planned out before the incident happened and now I don't know if any of that really matters. I am thankful for all I have and could definitely go without most of the material items I possess. Sure, I'd miss some items here and there, but not as much as the house I've lived in for almost five years and that has seen good times with family, a new child, several birthdays, many TV show binge-fests, countless Shabbat and holiday meals, lots of great friends, etc.

What The 100 Thing Challenge tells me right now is that I need to cut back on clutter and stop hoarding so much. Last weekend, we donated a bunch of clothes, books, games, household items, and other random stuff to my favorite thrift store. It felt good to get that all out of the house. I still have bags and boxes of childrens' clothes to give to some friends. I also have a lot of books that are just waiting for Chick Lit Central to hit 2000 likes on Facebook (hint, hint...). Even while going through stuff to donate, I kept telling my husband to hold on to things because we might use them. Then my older son is telling me to have a yard sale and I told him we really need to go through all the stuff in our basement before we even consider doing that. Sometimes the amount of stuff we have in our home is more overwhelming than the idea of losing it all and having to start from scratch. Going back to #FirstWorldProblems, right? Our cleaning service is coming next week. All the more reason to get organized again and maybe set aside stuff that can be donated or sold (at the yard sale my older son thinks is so easy to put together).

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