Meditations on a Widening Circle

Mommy My Mouth is Rotting

I am mortified by this article: Tiny Mouths Filled With Rotten Teeth.

While I was preparing for work this morning, I saw the coverage on Denver Children's Hospital Pediatric Dentistry, with regard to treating scores of children with rotten teeth.

We are talking so rotten that these children have to be put under anesthesia to be treated. One child had 16 out of 20 teeth worked on; including crowns, baby root canals, and extractions!

Come on parents! What are we feeding these children?

I did not come from a privileged home. We were solidly middle class, but even then- my mother always found a way to get me to the dentist. It is inconceivable to me that children so young already have rotting teeth.

I understand that some children may have certain conditions or genetics that may predispose them to such decay, but not to the extent that has been reported by this hospital.

"We're booked five months out in the OR, and that's three days a week, two rooms a day. And it just keep increasing," said Janine Costantini, ambulatory practice director at Children’s Hospital Colorado. "The more we do the more we need."

It is a city-wide epidemic! If I tried to ruin my children's mouth by feeding them all the candy bars and sugary drinks they wanted, I don't believe I could do this much damage.

Come on people! do your homework! I think this is a form of abuse. It is out and out neglect. If children go in for dental care- even on a yearly basis- this kind of decay could be avoided.

For those that are out of work, and have no funding. No excuse. This is your child we are talking about. Take a temp job, or find a government program. Any other excuse is not acceptable.

Denver residents have been lauded as being among the highest educated in the country? I don't buy it.

I hope that parents will research where they can get help for their children if funding is an issue.

Here is a number to call for those that need that assistance:

FOR FURTHER INFORMATION CONTACT:

METRO DENVER DENTAL SOCIETY

(303) 488-9700 www.mddsdentist.com

For parents in other cities, google: "low income dental care referral."

Dodging the Cow Dung

Move Over Tebow

Okay, Pat Bowen and John Elway win. Peyton Manning is coming to town. Forgive me for not being overly excited.

I would feel a whole lot better if I heard that Tim Tebow wasn't going to be traded. But, just as I thought, that's not the case.

I said it before and I'll say it again. It stinks. Excuse me while I get out of the way of the cow dung.

I can't stand the hype and the superficiality of it all. Let me blame the media.- after all, they create the sports Gods' don't they?.

Tim Tebow went from the hottest name on Denver's lips now being traded for Peyton Manning. All inside of three months.'

I am sure wherever Tim goes, he will be a star. I know he will do so well that he will make us sorry that we gave up so soon.

Tough luck you say. He will make 40 million instead of 95 million.

If this is love, I want my money back.

You May Be Happy and Not Know It

You might be happy and don't know it. That's right. It is a relevation that came to me the other night, when I was busy going about life, taking care of all my errands. When I had a moment, I stopped, sat down and it hit me.

I am feeling really good. It was more than a surprise.

The past two years have been a milestone for me. I am an empty nester now. I had never been alone in my life, ever. My son had shared a home with me 5 years. He left to take a wonderful job in Florida in 2010. I was panic stricken. How would I do it? How would I manage to meet my expenses? I had always had someone in the house to take care of, and now, that was all changing.

I must admit, it wasn't all that bad. Actually. I enjoyed the quiet, being able to do what I wan to do for me. I had never really taken the time to decide what it is that I wanted. Part of it was painful, because I found one discovers things about yourself that are hard to swallow, and you have more than enough time to take a serious personal inventory.

That being said, I did that and more.

Because after spending the past 14 months on my own, I definitely think I have made some strides. It has helped me grow in ways I never expected. I found out that, I could still be happy even though:

I was living alone
I didn't have a significant other in my life
I wasen't secure financially
I didn't have my dream job

How could this happen? I have been told and told again,, that money won't make me happy. I didn't believe this. I found it could make things easier, but, make me happy? It couldn't do that. I have had more than enough of bad relationships. So, I could cross that off my happiness list.

I am happier now without a significant other, than when I had someone special in my life. That one was simple, because I picked the wrong people. Our values were not the same, and there was little harmony in those past relationships.

While I don't have the dream job (which I swore would make me happy), I have a job that gets me by without stress.

That's a big plus.

I don't go home fanning my ego, and my work is not going to get me on the cover of Money Magazine. However, it pays the bills.

Another big plus.

I am sharing this because I was very excited about these revelations. I spent my entire life thinking that if I had the perfect relationship, the perfect job, money put away for a rainy day, I certainly would be happy.

I missed the obvious because:

I have my health
My children are healthy
I am meeting my expenses
I can sleep comfortably at night

Okay, so my life isn't all that exciting. Maybe I was addicted to constant stimulation, now I have to be still and figure out why I needed all that stimulation. It is still a struggle, but life is not all that bad.

The phone could ring a little bit more, and it wouldn't hurt to have more exciting plans on the weekend.

I can deal with this.

And besides, after all is said and done, I still have a few cards to play.

Everything Irish

I received an email today from my sister that I just had to share: Blessings for You.

I know you will enjoy seeing this as much as I did. It seems appropriate because tomorrow is St, Patrick's Day.

Even though we may not be genetically Irish, we are all "Irish" on St. Paddy's Day. Ever since I was a wee bit of a girl, I wanted to see Ireland. I lived, slept, and ate everything Irish.

I was determined that someday I would take the puddle jump to the Emerald Isle.

I got to fulfill my wish in 2001, and then again in 2003. Ireland was everything I had imagined and more. On the plane, I was seated next to a gentlemen from County Cork . He was cordial enough to offer me his complimentary airline cocktail, entertaining me with Irish history and lore.

Here is what I saw from the plane- just when we were about to land:

National Geographic

I swore that I was Alice, and had gone through the looking glass, as this was the most beautiful scenery; so lush and untouched. It was beyond green, with a magical and spiritual ambiance.

Landing in Shannon, I was greeted by a smiling Irishman, who would be my guide for my 10 day stay.

He had this wonderful Irish brogue. Everything you have ever heard about the Irish is true.

They have this little glimmer in the eye, a lovable little bit of of larceny, sprinkle in a dash of feisty, and utterly sentimental and loving.

From the day I arrived - to the day I departed - I felt at home. If one should loose their way on a street, at least five people will stop to help you! I can't imagine that happening in the States.

There is a sense of calm, adding to the welcoming aura.

Primarily a rural county, once outside of Dublin, you see farm animals everywhere. I particularly loved seeing the sheep surround our car as we drove into the quaint little towns. They have distinctive fluorescent colors on them, so each farmer can identify his own.

Going to Ireland was one of the top ten wishes I had on my life wish list. I breathed a sigh of relief, having been privileged to be welcomed by this great country and its' people.

Having been there two times, one would think I had my fill. Actually, I swore to myself I would return every year thereafter. Life got in the way, and I did not return. I think about going back all the time, and pray that I will see Ireland again. Because there is just one thing I didn't get to see:

The "little people".

There wasn't a Leprechaun is sight.

Miami Beach "Ciro's"

Living in Miami Beach was literally entertaining for my parents'. My father owned one of he first Miami Beach nightclubs; "Ciros," during the 1940's and 1950's.

He was portrayed as the Jewish nightclub owner in the movie "Dorothy Dandridge," as he was the first to introduce her on Miami Beach.

I am proud of you Dad. You were a visionary. By the way, Ciro's (not to be confused with the Los Angeles club), was said to be a favorite Walter Winchell hangout.

While I was too young to remember, Nat King Cole, Martha Raye, and others were guests at our home on Nautilus Court. Part of the Ciro's bar was constructed on our patio, and there was a constant buzz of activity going on day and night in our home.

Pilar Pillete and John Wayne Wikepedia

Part of the family in those days included Richard "Dick" Weldy; who was married to Pilar Pallete, a former Peruvian actress and third wife of the film star John Wayne. Weldy was a mainstay at our home, as my father had business in Lima, Peru, and met Weldy there initially.

Weldy had a bit of notoriety, he appeared on "To Tell The Truth" sharing his story as a big game hunter in the Amazon. His other claim to fame: he worked as a Disney artist and was responsible for the Dragon segment in the film "Fantasia."

Funny thing is, I can remember him at our home with a huge anaconda snake, named Shirley, which he used to put into our bath tub! I recall being horrified as a child. Apparently, their skins need water. So, while visiting with us, the snake was lolling about in our tub!

With all his stories of bravery in the Amazon, he admittedly was frightened of cockroaches. Florida was a haven for those creatures. I found it funny that here was this man, dressed up in his khaki garb, with knee high leather boots and a hat, afraid of cockroaches!

Go figure.

Dick Weldy was like a second father to me. He was present for every major event in my life-including: high school graduation, my wedding, and unfortunately; as a guest in my home when I separated from my husband.

Dad also took a shot in the "B" film industry. My sister, Diane, had a big part in one of his unmemorable films. Her line? "They went thataway."

I have a picture that captures the filming. Seated in that picture, with my father and my Uncle, was Dick Weldy. Those pictures still hang in my home, along with a vintage picture of my parents in Havana, Cuba circa 1940 at "Sloppy Joe's."

I was too young to remember meeting any of the celebrities, but I loved hearing Dick share his Amazon and celebrity stories with me.

My brother, Joey, was lucky enough to get him to make a presentation at Nautilus Jr. High School, while he was a student there.

We all have our favorite family stories, I just had to share this one with you.

By the way, I hate cockroaches too.

Meditations on a Widening Circle: Dropping a Dime on Tim Tebow

Meditations on a Widening Circle: Dropping a Dime on Tim Tebow: Photobucket image Excuse me John Elway, and Pat Bowen but you are RUDE...very RUDE...I don't know much about football but I think yo...

Dropping a Dime on Tim Tebow

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Excuse me John Elway, and Pat Bowen but you are RUDE...very RUDE...I don't know much about football but I think you are dropping a dime on Tim Tebow.

Just a month or so ago, he was every one's golden boy when he completed an umpteen yard pass which gave us an in for the play-offs. Okay, so we didn't get to the SUPER BOWL. So what?

Give him another season! You were aware that he was just a fledgling when you took him on; now that his track record is less than sterling you are ready to trade him.

Mistake.

He has tremendous potential, even if your pockets aren't exactly lined at the moment, this man has the "it" factor, and he will make you proud one day.

Tim Tebow has created more positive spin for this city than anyone else has in year; including you, Mr. Elway!

I understand that this is a "business" decision, but really is it? Maybe it is the coach we should be looking at. Ahem...

It seems unfair for us to garner Tim with adoration and praise when he was our golden boy, but all too convenient to relegate him to the back of the bus because he had a mediocre season.

I hope your will reevaluate your decision.

This just stinks and you know it.

Miami Beach Kitsch

Bettie Page -Bunny Yeager photo

Miami Beach in the 60's was very different from what it is today. I would describe parts of it as "kitsch." The dictionary definition is: pretentious but shallow art or writing.

That describes the era of the 50's and 60's in Miami Beach, Florida. You remember the glitzy postcards from Florida? Provocative pictures of busty, tanned, bottle-blonds enmeshed in oranges? That was a big part of the Miami Beach allure.

For visitors and residents, going to the Beach was a wonderful folly. One could get a tan, swim, and people watch all day long. Beaches run a perimeter from lst Street all the way up the coastline. All were nice enough - but one was absolutely jaw dropping - the 71st Beach.

It was all about "kitsch."

This beach was had its' own flavor. It was seedy, the sand was dirtied with candy wrappers, cigarette buds, as well as other items left to one's imagination. There was a distinctive smell: the sand smelt like a mixture of urine, stale cigarette buds, and beer.

In short, if one was brave enough to go there it was to "see" but not be "seen."

Why anyone would want to go there is another story. From the moment you stepped foot on that beach, you were accosted by a bible toting Evangelist - literally screaming out scriptures- always a side show for bathers.

In the 1960's, this beach attracted a wide array of people including: The "Little River Rats" (one of the local suburb gang's from the city), Canadian visitors,( who didn't have a clue where else to go), rowdy teens, and vagabonds.

The concession area had a jute box that attracted the shadiest of characters. Strippers," ladies of the evening," took to the dance floor in their polka-dotted bikinis, spiked heels, beer in hand. They delighted in entertaining an audience of brill cream affectionados, including children and families.

I remember one memorable character, with wild red shoulder-length hair that gave solo performances on weekends -keeping tempo with the sounds that emanated from the sand-soaked speakers.

She would dance for hours to "Shake a Tail Feather," "Only the Lonely," "Pretty Woman" and never miss a beat. After she finished each performance, men would reward her with a fresh drink when she slithered up to the bar to engage them in conversation.

I remember the whirling around the sandy coral floor, and can still taste the sand in my hamburger that was kicked up from the dancing.

These were men in their 20's, 30's, and 40's. I felt like a voyeur, as I was all of 14, with a bird's eye view of the activity. Having never seen anything like it, this was a great escape for me at the time.

Rebellious teens would meet at 71st beach on the weekends. It was not unusual to find much older, displaced people mixed in with these groups; as they had the cars -and the "wheels"- they needed to get around.

The Royal Castle across from the Beach, or the drugstore (just south of it on the corner of 71st Street) were the two additional hang outs. The drugstore employed the first cross dresser I had ever seen, affectionately called "Queeny" by the locales.

If you passed "her" on the street it was appropriate to compliment "her" on her bleached blond duck-tailed do - as she sauntered down the street.

I suppose every city has it eccentricities, but Miami Beach in the mid 1960's was very different from what it is today. It has been, and always will be, a diverse blend of cultures, ethnicities, and style. No wonder it attracts an international crowd of visitors and celebrities, who just can't get enough of it.

There is something for everyone in Miami Beach. It continues to evolve with each decade.

But for my money, there will never be any beach quite like the 71st Beach in the 1960's.

The images remain etched in my memory.

"Good Fences Make Good Neighbours"

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours."

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the works of Robert Frost. I remember devouring every morsel of information about him when "Look" magazine featured him in their publication following his death. His work struck a chord in my heart. I love the rhythm in his verses, I love the way he takes the mundane nuances of life and weaves a universal connection to which everyone can relate.

I like to study his picture, and imagine all the experiences he had in life which led him to sharing his humble, yet poignant material. When I read the verses above, they almost "rock" me to sleep. If I am stressed, his words calm me down.

I have never been a voracious reader, which accounts for my ignorance in executing good mechanics in my own writing.

But I still feel the rhythm in my veins. Frost's work ,(like Yeats; T.S. Eliot,;Dickens; F Scott Fitzgerald) inspires me to write. What especially appeals to me about Frost is the simplicity of his work.

When I examine the verses I intuitively understand what he is saying. I don't have to keep digging to understand. There is no struggling, just surrender and joy.

I especially like his name, Robert Frost. It fit his image, with his mountain of white hair and his life in New England.

I find that I relate to his work, especially in one of his most memorable pieces "The Road Less Traveled:"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I can actually see the road. And who has not come to a fork road in their life? How many times have we struggled with decisions; which again, lends itself to how effectively Frost taps into the human soul.

I shall be telling this with a sigh. Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The Plumber and Congress

You gotta love this country, even with all its faults. Consider this: "Joe the Plumber" is now officially in politics. He won the ninth district Ohio primary on Tuesday, with an endorsement from Herman Cain to boot.

You'll recall how he stepped into the limelight... In 2008, Joe (AKA Sammuel Wurzelbacher)- asked then Presidential Candidate Barak O'Bama, how he proposed to help small businesses.

That was the shot heard 'round the world. He created so much media interest it made him the new darling of the Republican Party.

Point is, in this country ANYONE can become SOMEONE. You have to:

Be at the right place at the right time
Have something to say that addresses a hot issue
Be ready and willing to work to affect a change

The scenario reminds me of a scene from the movie "Gypsy" starring Natalie Wood. When Rose Louise makes her debut into Burlesque, she has no idea what to do on stage.

One of the strippers step in with the suggestion: " Ya' gotta have a gimmick."

This is a rather coarse analogy, but you understand where I am going with this.

Apparently Joe has his "gimmick" going great guns:Joe-the-Plumber-goes-to-Congress:

The battle is just beginning.

He has to face State Representative and Democrat Marcy Kaptur, who has also just scored a victory.

Joe's campaign has already funneled out $60,000 for his efforts. (We all know plumbers make good money!).

You've got no excuses.

If you really want to do something, you can do it, and even be taken seriously...

What's your gimmick?

Maybe a plumber can get a better handle on how to "flush out" the ailing economy.

Feeling Good About You

We often get so caught up in our own drama in life that we forget about what is really important. We know there are others that can use or help, but we turn a deaf ear to their needs and focus on ourselves.

My worrying is not going to change a thing in my life. I can't make things better by worrying about them.

Here is my new agenda: I have decided to take on others problems and help them out.

My little experiment. It makes me feel good, however; it is not always easy. This requires commitment, and I actually am uncomfortable with commitment.

I have no real reason not to be happy. I have my health, am attractive, above average intelligence, all is good.

Maybe I believe I don't have a right to be happy. Or, alternately, if I am really happy something terrible will happen.

After all, life is all about polarities.

I have noticed that when things are going well, really well, and everything is in sync, the other shoe always falls, and there is another fire to put out.

But if I distract myself with others concerns or issues, all is well with the world. The importance of self is diminished and I am feeling good about myself.

And so, for me, it is Lent. I have my own little hit list of what will help me this Lenten season. None of it is going to be terribly difficult- I don't do difficult too well; but are the steps that will help me grow.

I can't tell you exactly what I am doing, because then that would really be boasting. Some of tasks involve financial sacrifices, time sacrifices, and some involved doing things that are uncomfortable for me.

It doesn't have to be Lent for you to do something special for someone. It can be as simple as saying hello to a coworker you don't like, or offering to help a needy neighbor in some way.

So go on, grab a piece of paper, or start a new document on your computer and jot down some random acts of kindness you've always wanted to do.

Don't make it too hard, or you won't do them. Just take inventory of things or people you've neglected, or haven't paid attention to lately. Then you can check off a task a week.

And you know what, when you finish you will feel soooooooo good about yourself!

CU Gunnery

I am not comfortable with the ban being lifted on carrying a concealed gun on CU Campus.
To me, this is a recipe for disaster.

I say this because what do students like to do best in college? Party. It doesn't take an Einstein to figure this out. Just because a student has turned 21 does not mean they are emotionally or physically capable of handling a weapon responsibly.

Heck, I am not even ready to handle a weapon, nor would I want to, and these kids are a third of my age.

When your partying, you don't always have your wits about you. Mix that with carrying a concealed weapon and it spells trouble.

I realize that many students are leery of having to walk to class on an almost deserted campus in the wee small hours of the morning or night. However, there are other alternatives.

What about pepper spray?

The goal is to disorient the would-be attacker, and pepper spray can accomplish this. Why do we have to introduce guns and bullets into an unstable environment- a college campus?

I can see it now, all it will take is one campus ruckus - students' wanting to make a political statement - (like "Occupy") and out will come the guns.

According to CU Regent Kyle Hybl, the gun ban was enacted in 1970, and has been upheld since then:

"All along this was a case about the authority of the Board of Regents as a governing body to ensure the health and safety of our students and faculty," Hybl said. "We are disappointed that this Supreme Court has not upheld our authority."

This is not good karma Boulder. Wake up.

I'm starting to feel my knees knocking already.

Read more:Colorado Supreme Court affirms that licensed guns allowed on CU campus - The Denver Post http://www.denverpost.com/breakingnews/ci_20109533/colorado-supreme-court-affirms-that-licensed-guns-allowed?source=googlenews&google_editors_picks=true#ixzz1oNYPBKFw

A Penny for your Thoughts..

Having just read about a way to score big on the stock market, I am ready to invest. It is not without trepidation, however. Last time I invested the market crashed, I lost all my savings!

This article caught my eye regarding Penny Stocks: http://www.smarterlifestyles.com/2011/09/20/discover-a-way-to-beat-the-odds/

So you reader, are going to have to help me out here. Have you personally invested in them? Have you made substantial gains?

Everyone I know has pulled out of the stock market for obvious reasons. This investment, however, feels good to me. I have a little bit saved, and I need to build up what I have.

It is all in savings, because it is my "rainy day" fund. Trouble is, I have had too many rainy days. What started out as a respectable amount of savings has dwindled down to much less in the course of one year.

There are always unforeseen expenses, car, living, weddings, birthdays, etc. etc.....

I have always been against a passbook savings mentality. Yet, it feels like this is my destiny unless I take a calculated risk with an investment.

Is there even such thing as a safe investment these days?

My mother used to tell me: "scared money never wins," and I am afraid I am still in that category concerning my finances.

I feel that if the money went away so fast it won't take me too many more years to have nothing left.

So here is dilemma, do I or don't I invest? I am going to start to do more research on penny stocks.

Please share your war stories with me.

A penny for your thoughts please!

Swift Sailing

Harpers Bazaar

I can think of 100 reasons why I like Taylor Swift. She is everybody's' little darlin' now,

I began to really like her about a year ago. There are those that will argue that she can't sing worth a hoot, that she really isn't a stand out.

I disagree.

She is a joy to watch. She is a gifted singer/writer. Taylor has the"it" factor. Like when all the pieces of the puzzle fit effortlessly together.

I read about how she got her start. She refused to "settle" when she was trying to break through in the music industry.

Back then, there weren't a lot of takers.

Getty Images- CMA, Nashville June 2011

Apparently, the first recording studio that was considering adding her to their label made an offer she could easily refuse:

She couldn't write her own material.
The studio kept telling her she wasn't ready to cut her first record

Her mother cautioned her that this might be her only opportunity, and asked her if she really wanted to pass this up.

There was not hesitation, she dug in those gorgeous heels, and wasted no time in pursuing other labels.

Soon after, the songstress was approached by a producer with a new record label, he agreed to her terms- she could write her own music- and sing it her way.

This quality is shared by successful people. They don't give up.

She has a strong independent spirit- a charming nonchalance (as in not thinking twice about adding real names to her girl-looses-boy love songs).

I call that guts.

Apart from that, she has a unique freshness about her. Being tall (5'11) and striking, she has developed a style that is all her own.

No sooner did she wrap a Vogue photo shoot when she was found gracing the cover of Harper's Bazaar. She is a chameleon, she morphs to package her talents' to suit the industry.

Add fashion model to the list.

I don't think the economic situation is going to impact Taylor Swift anytime soon.

It is interesting that her appeal is not limited to the "tweens." An excellent entertainer; parents that have accompanied their children to her concerts are now converted "Swifties."

She also has the ability to reinvent herself depending on the venue (remember her Grammy performance?).

Delightfully brilliant.

At the tender age of 21, she still has a lot of growing to do, both as a songwriter and a young lady.

I am really looking forward to watching her continue to blossom.

Left holding the Bag

I am getting tired of of having to read the fine print. Frankly, my eyes can't even see it anymore, and moreover, why should I ?

It is time for businesses to come clean with their "free" offers. I have yet to get a "free" anything. It seems there is always a hitch. Consider this offer as found in mouseprint.org: : Apparently, Friday's had sent out an email offering a "free entree on us" coupon. Actually, the offer required the patron to buy a meal to get a free entree.

This is the case in every offer I have ever seen advertised. I imagine it has been working for advertisers, so they keep repeating these bogus offers. When Mouseprint.org contacted Friday's PR firm, they issued an apology and sent out another email explaining the "error."

My favorite faux pas involves a 12 year old shopping sleuth that noted a discrepancy in the number Glad Bags in a box: Jared G reports on Glad Bags for Mouseprint.org

mouseprint.org

Can you imagine? He is 12 years old and this is what Jared G had to say:

Regarding consumery things, my mother taught me about pricing and labels, scams, deals, and other shopping paraphernalia, at about eight years old. My money opinions are simple. Your expenses should always be lower or equal to your income.”

Maybe we should have Jared running for President. If a 12 year old can smell a rat, what does that say for the rest of us (like myself) who would have NEVER noticed. Whew...wrap your head around that!

The message is clear, don't believe everything you hear, and question everything you see.

That way, you won't be left holding an empty box.

You be the Judge

"I don't want to judge, because it is not right to judge someone," was a comment I made to my parish priest while I had a discussion with him on morality.

"Of course you can't judge someone," he said; God is our judge, he will judge our actions at the end of our life." You can, however, pass judgment on a person or situation," he continued. "Because by passing judgment we look at our consciences and decide if an action was morally correct."

Frankly, I never looked at it that way. Most people would sorely criticize me for making a "judgment" on their actions. However, his explanation makes sense to me.

I understand we all have a moral compass that gauges how we are doing spiritually. It is all too easy to blow it off and walk away from an unpopular subject, or to just not get involved at all.

A long time ago, a family member came to me with a very hard question. It was regarding abortion. She was pregnant and wanted my advise.

I told her that she "was asking the wrong person," because, I added " I do not believe in abortion".

I was pushed harder for an answer and I finally said "don't do it, you will be sorry. This can be a very special time in your life, while inconvenient, I believe you will regret your decision later." There, I had said it. It felt good, very good.

As it turned out 18 years later, it indeed was a very good decision. She gave birth to a beautiful girl, who has grown up to be everything a mother could want and more.

The point is, I got involved. It might have been easier to say nothing, or simply say, "listen to your gut."

Perhaps my parish priest is on to something. People just don't judge enough anymore. The new age folks like to say "there is no right or wrong, it just is."

We all know deep down inside of us there is a right or wrong. Making hard decisions builds character, whether we like to admit it or not. The issue is, passing judgment is not a popular thing to do. It takes guts to express one's feelings or judge another's actions on right or wrong issues.

After all, I know I am judged every day for what I do. Like it or not. People just don't come out and TELL me that they think I did something wrong, but they think it nonetheless.

Maybe if we passed judgment on our family, friends and coworkers' more often we could avert many of the tragedies going on in the world today:

School shootings
Parents killing children
Drug abuse
Corporate theft

The list continues on.

I don't know if I can tell my coworker that the mini-skirt she is wearing is way too young for her.

After all, I am passing judgment, aren't I?

Resume Wars

As if all the new technology we have available isn't enough to get you within reach of a headhunter, now we have to get through a new gatekeeper: A keyword resume search. Check this out: http://www.salary.com/headhunter-hiring-secrets/

It's enough to make you want to stop looking for another job. It used to be important to have a professional looking resume, and there were always various formats professional resume writers' devised to get your resume in front of recruiters. Now we have to deal with a mechanical recruiter! If your keywords are not selected carefully, you're out of luck!

That just stinks. So if you haven't gotten a bite on your resume in two years, now you know why.

I sometimes wish I were back in the Victorian Age. No kidding. Things were so much simpler back then. Now, multi-tasking isn't enough when you take on a new position. You are required to be able to stick a broom up your fanny and sweep the floor at the same time!

So you're not a contortionist? Then get out of the job market.

I don't think employers can afford the luxury of looking for talent anymore. That is way too extravagant for the skimpy budgets. Here is what you need to know and do:

Handle as much as is thrown at you on a day-day-basis with an "I can do it!" attitude and smile
Be prepared to take on your job and your coworkers' jobs when they don't show up for work
Willing take a 25% pay cut when your hired because there are a lot of people who want this job
Prepare to work 60 hours a week without any bonuses because we need to bring up the bottom line
Be happy you have benefits, forget about your $200 deductible on your insurance
Go and take an "anything" job (which I did) to be able to eat and get no benefits

I believe if you want to make it in business you need to work for yourself today. Employers are offering way too little and expect too much.

After all, you can always take a walk or finish early when you need a break.

Looking for a job in today's market is like putting a house up for sale, and it not getting an offer in a year.

Sometimes it is better to take the house off the market until the economy improves.

Lady Legend

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JK Rowling is a writers' writer. I put her right up there with:

Dickens
Hemingway
Shelley
Yeats

The woman has the calling. She comes up with the most fascinating details in her books. Who can come up with those kinds of details?

Only legendary writers.

There is speculation that she is going to roll out a crime fiction novel, specifically targeting adults: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2012/feb/24/jk-rowling-crime-fiction-clues?CMP=twt_gu

“As you may have heard, I have a new book out later this year. Very different to Harry, although I’ve enjoyed writing it every bit as much,” she Tweeted this morning.

Fingers are tickering on Twitter, her fans have already ralllied wtih her publisher (Little, Brown in the US) in promoting her book, apt to be another best seller.

The woman worked for her fame. I love to read about how she got where she is today. The story about being on a train, and seeing a boy in the window, with big spectacles on.

Harry was born.

I envision her writing in her notebook with her baby in tow, in the Edinburgh coffee shop, day after day. She speaks about how she let her house cleaning go to dedicate her spare time to writing.

Another sign of a winner, she has focus.

While it took her a year or so to finish her first book, she never stopped writing. From everything I have seen and heard about her, she always wanted to be a writer above all else. Itt didn't hurt that she was a teacher, which gave her more insight and skill to take on this endeavor.

She is truly a legend in her own time.

All my favorite writers' had to die before anyone appreciated their work. The idea of writing about magic was brilliant.

The fundamentalists' will argue about this, but most people are fascinated by magic and the mystical.

Parents' did not give enough credit to children, thinking they would all go off and want to practice black magic after reading Harry Potter books.

And. if reading her books weren't exciting enough, the Harry Potter films put her over the top. The special effects are the absolute best. I felt like was flying on the broomstick with Harry!

Not everyone thinks the next book will be a success, however.

I am putting my money on Rawlings.

Granada Boulevard

Do you remember the excitement of shopping for your first home?

You got married. Then came the babies. You need more space. It was time for me to look for my first home.

My head was in the clouds- the year was 1981- I was living in Miami, Florida; and my husband and I had looked a good two weeks, when we saw the listing.

This home was a find! Reasonably priced at just $150,000, in one of Miami's trendiest areas: Granada Boulevard. It was a grand, stately Spanish two story built in the 1920's.

It had a carriage house, and a detached, two car garage. It had just been remodeled by an independent contractor and just come on the market.

The home was stucco-all white, with a black, wrought iron fence. and was nicely landscaped and manicured. It had a mystical curb side appeal.

As I walked up to the front door, the contractor introduced himself to us, and began rattling off all the upgrades. I had walked maybe two or three steps into the house and found myself facing the fireplace.

I felt a ice cold chill as my eyes fixated on the area. It was beautifully tiled and meticulously finished. Everything looked lovely. But I had an uneasy feeling. I turned around and took two or three more steps to my right, I was now facing the kitchen area.

My knees began to shake violently. I have never had such a feeling before. It mimicked the feeling one has when you've just ridden on a roller-coaster.

Then, I noticed in certain spots, an intense icey cold chill. My eyes focused on the stainless steel kitchen, a double oven, with with Spanish tiling. Why was I feeling so shook up? The chatter went on between my husband and the contractor, neither one seemed to notice my discomfort.

The contractor highlighted all the special detail put into the design. We followed him around the the first floor bedroom, and then onto the stairwell. It was there that it hit me.

Something was in this house. Someone was watching me.

The moment I started to climb the stairs I felt the cold come back. I felt these cold bursts of air in three places, the fireplace; kitchen; and stairwell. The temperature in other areas of the home seemed normal, but in those areas, it was bitter cold.

At this point, I was hesitant to make the assent up the stairs. My husband didn't even notice, because he was totally enthralled with the home. The upstairs hallway felt sad, really, really, sad.

It was a deathly feeling, everything felt forlorn.. When we opened the door to one of the upstairs bedrooms, the feeling intensified. I waited to get my husband alone to ask him if he felt anything.

We were now approaching the second upstairs bedroom. It had a veranda outside of it. I couldn't get to the outside door fast enough, I opened it and ran out to the wall on the veranda facing the street. My husband was going on and on about how he loved the house.

"You don't feel anything?" I asked, raising my voice. "What are you talking about?" he replied, half annoyed. "There is something in this house!" I went on to tell him about my experiences around the fireplace, kitchen and stairwell. He dismissed it all, telling me this was a beautiful house, and that I didn't appreciate the beauty.

I was angry. I left him on the veranda, and hurried down the stairs, into the car. I didn't even have a look at the Carriage House or the garage. I was too upset to stay in it any longer.

When my husband got back to the car, he started the engine and we didn't talk for about 20 minutes. When he did begin to speak, his speech became racy, and he began to plead with me to buy the house.

I told him that I NEVER could live there, I had the most horrible feeling. He wasn't giving up anytime soon! He put the flyer next to his bed. For two days buying the house was the only thing he discussed. On the second evening, we were in bed, my infant son was fast asleep on a balmy, Florida evening.

There wasn't a breeze outside, and our sliding doors were slightly ajar. Suddenly, we were awakened by a booming, shaking sound. The sliding glass doors looked like an earthquake had hit them. We both screamed. It was the most frightening feeling. After about ten seconds, it all stopped. It was very strange.

I shared the story with my neighbor the next day, and she told me she saw an orb of light on our terrace that evening, and thought it strange. Exactly in front of the sliding glass doors adjacent to our bedroom.

My marriage was never the same after that experience. Our happiness melted away as did our marriage. I swore all the events were connected to that house. I believe an evil entity possessed my husband.

I did some research about the house, and found out the the original founders of General Electric lived there, and there were some deaths or trauma associated with the home.

Want to know something else...even the address of the home was creepy.

At the time, I worked with a radio production person who was psychic. He told me that I was picking up on something that was GOING to happen at the house.

I never did find out the exact details or history on that house. However, 30 years have passed, and I haven't forgotten that horrible feeling or one detail about that experience.

I worked in Real Estate for over eight years in Colorado, and never once did I enter, show, or sell a home in which I had a similar feeling.

And I pray it doesn't ever happen again.

Fashion Circa 1960's

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I am a child of the 60's...The 60's might as well be the 1800's, it is now close to a half century ago!

I have the fondest memories of those 60's garage bands- those chilly Florida winters hitchhiking my way to fire stations, public auditoriums, armories to see my favorite bands.

While all my high school friends were busy flirting with the quarterback of the week at football games, I jumped ship and embraced the "mod "movement in England.

I made friends with girls a rival high school, and together we rallied round the rockers at the North Miami Armory. It was a week-to-week drama, the Beatle wannabes, the fashionista's, the micro minis, the Mary Jane shoes, white tights, twiggy spider eyeliner, the "boy" haircut and more.

How I looked forward to getting dressed for the occasion, sometimes a week's project! I had a mad crush on one of the local bands, I used to go shopping every week for a new "mod" outfit so I would look my "groupie" best.

My fondest dream was to go to England, because that was my world. Music, my life, and nothing was more important.

One of the highlights of my adolescence was when the Queen Elizabeth I cruised into Port Everglades.

A high school friend piled about 6 girls into her car and we drove up to Ft. Lauderdale to tour the ship. It was there that I met my first boyfriend.

Much to my chagrin, he wasn't English! He was from Ireland. What a disappointment for me! I loved everything English, but Irish?

We made a deep connection. Every weekend after that, I would take my 'fish tailing' Corvair, and drove to Ft. Lauderdale to see him, or he would take the bus down to Miami to visit with me. Through my relationship with him, I began to appreciate everything Irish and have done so since then!

These photographs Carnaby Street, London were taken by Arby Reed in 1968. The girl looking into the gleaming Roller shows us that this was before Carnaby Street was pedestrianised.

I finally did get to England after high school, and have been to Ireland twice as well. I have to say the countries were everything I had imagined and more.

When I first visited London, I couldn't get to Carnaby Street fast enough, this was the heartbeat of the fashion world at that time. On my first trip to London, I celebrated my 21st birthday atop the London Hilton. It had a revolving restaurant, and I can remember every detail. It was absolutely fabulous.

I suppose we all have our favorite memories about growing up, regardless of the era. I wouldn't trade mine for a micro-mini!

Czech Memories

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I am thinking back to the time I visited Czechoslovakia as a young newlywed. Things weren't so peachy for their newlyweds' and people back in the 70's in the now Czech Republic. There was a very restrictive government in place at that time.

I remember enjoying a delicious lunch in the Czech Republic, and then asking what was the meat? It was "Venison" , I was told. I had never imagined eating deer meat. It wasn't as appealing as the steak I have just finished.

Every town we passed through had the distinguishable iron and sickle on the side of the road.

I remember a young man boarding our bus, so young that he still had acne. He carried a rifle along his back, and asked everyone to display their passport. Our tour bus was so humid and hot, and we were asked to endure that, (with the doors and windows closed), until one hour later when he checked everyone out.

We sat there in resolute, going through our personal items to oblige the young man. That was the then Czechoslovakia. If not for the grace of God, and the men that fought for us, this would be the United States.

Upon arriving at our hotel, we were warned by our tour guide NOT to discuss anything political in our rooms. Can you imagine? The rooms might be bugged. It was totally unfathomable to me. Coming from the United States and going into a country were you were not free to discuss politics even in the privacy of one's room!

The hotel had not changed in decor since the 30's. All the furniture smelled of mildew, and was worn and tired, like its' country at that time. I joked that our hotel elevator operator looked like Count Dracula. He had black,slick hair, parted down the middle. the only good thing about the hotel were its' drink prices, less than a dollar for mixed drinks! Amazing. That was a synopsis of forlorn Czechoslovakia circa 1977.

Touring Czechoslovakia was a hidden treasure of art. I marveled at the old city square clock, with revolving animated ornaments, that rotated on the hour, a must see for any tourist. And then there was the priceless crystal, a serving tray could be bought for $10.00 back in the day, and one was free to bring back as much as one could carry!

I never will forget the mixture of fear and wonder that I felt visiting that country. Before it was liberated, before it was the cosmopolitan and trendy city it is today.

So it seems appropriate, to recognize the great sacrifices made for us, by young men that gave up so much - so we can enjoy good food, family and an enviable quality of life.

Somehow a simple thank you isn't enough. The best gifts we receive can never really be given back.

There is no way to make up for the gift of freedom.

During the Viet Nam war, I wrote to service men on the "Sea Tiger." A group of girls in our high school passed out names of men that wanted a pen pal. I felt so good writing them, and to know they looked forward to receiving my letters. I pray that every one of them made it back home safely.

So it is, with great humility, and not nearly enough appreciation, that on this day I whisper; "thank you."