Monday, December 22, 2008

Rock Climbing

On Saturday we went rock climbing in OKC at Rock Town. It was a blast! This is Allisa and I learning how to belay.
Me climbing (these are rock climbing shoes and no I have no idea why there is not grip on them)
Belaying Allisa
At the top and forced to stop.

These rock walls are built on the inside of old grain silos. You can climb the outside as well but it was a bit cold. It was even cold inside the silos. Half way up my hands would get so cold that they would go numb. Not very reassuring when you can not feel the rock you are grabbing!

Monday, December 15, 2008

What Are You Doing!?

More of my adventurers working in the fitness industry.

The majority of the attendants of my classes are female. Have you ever tried to please twenty women at once? It's not possible! The subject of many comments in my classes are the music choices. There is a limited about of music to play and there is not one CD that pleases all of them. You play one and some people complain you play something to please them and the other group complains! It's impossible. So I play what I like. :D

Some of the workers at my gym can be rather rude. They are under the impression that they are the supreme rulers of the front desk and that everyone must have their okay anyone is hired. The first time I went to clock in one such ruler said to me What are you doing!? I said Clocking in. Why? You do not work here. Yes ma'am I do. Missy hired me as a fitness instructor. Well no one told me! One of the other women said well you are her boss no one had to tell you. I found that rather amusing. She still gives me a hard time when I ask for the keys to the aerobic room.

There are several different types of exercisers: A. The ones that are really there to work out. B The ones that are there to to tell their husbands they worked out and C the ones that are there because someone made them. My morning body sculpt class is filled with mostly B's some A's and C's are thrown in there. The B's do not like to be pushed. but I am a pusher. I know that they are capable of so much more than they do. If they are in my class I am going to make them work. That's my job. During class they hate me but after class they thank me for pushing them making them work harder. Sometimes we all need a little push. You should see the evil looks I get in the middle of class! If looks could kill I would be dead!

I taught a morning step class for my boss a few weeks ago, most of those ladies did not want to be there let alone awake! They asked me for no cardio bursts. I asked them why they said because they did not like them. They they asked for abs so they did not have to do 50 minutes of cardio. I gave them abs alright! They said they would never ask for abs again. (snicker)

That's all folks!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Rocky Balboa

Here is some of my gym stories.

There is a man that works out at the gym I call Rocky, he is guy who probably lifted a lot in his prime but he is no longer in his prime. He still tries to lift the same amount of weight. I use the word lift lightly. He really just struts around the weight room and grunts. He lifts three times then struts and grunts. When he can he gets as close to the mirror as possible. He is obviously finds himself very attractive. Watching him makes me laugh. Watching most of the men in the weight room is a very funny thing. It is a battle of egos in there. A lot of mirror winking and grunting. Very amusing!

This morning an older over weight man asked me what he needed to do to get a six pack. People over the age of 30 have a hard time maintaining a six pack. I said well I would recommend cardio first then when you get to the place you need to be then do an hour of abs a day. He said why do I need to do cardio, I said well you need to get rid of whats on top of the six pack to be able to see it. I was trying to be as tactful as possible. He said oh so you think I'm fat. At this point I did not really know what to say. or if there way any right answer. I said I did not say that. He said oh ok and walked off. It made me laugh. People ask the strangest things!

There is your post!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish all of you and your families a Happy Thanksgiving!

I promise I will give you a good post sometime this week! I promise!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Your Next President is.............


ME!!!!!!!!!! Ha! Yeah right!

Election day tomorrow! Everybody ready? I know many of my readers are McCain/Palin so obviously you are hoping they will win. I am as well, but I'm not sure they will.

This is just my little reminder to vote tomorrow!

(and a sorry excuse for a post)

Friday, October 31, 2008


Cities and school districts across the country are forcing their employees to cover up tattoos if they want to keep their jobs.

The edicts have been issued to maintain a good image, say the communities, and they have been applied to teachers, janitors, firefighters and others.

"We didn't want to offend some people in the community," says Capt. Armando Hogan, spokesman for the Los Angeles City Fire Department, where employees were ordered last spring to cover all tattoos while on duty. "I have been on drills and on scene where someone has said, 'I wouldn't want that person working on me,' and we've had to educate the individual who made the comment."

Among the cities:

• Bountiful, Utah, decided in August that new employees must not show any tattoos.

• The Pasco County School Board in Florida has ordered employees to hide "offensive" tattoos.

• In Missouri, the Joplin School Board will vote on a no-visible-tattoo policy this year.

The orders to cover up have been growing as tattoos become more popular, especially tattoos on the face, neck, hands and fingers. Some workers feel the policy is unfair.

"We don't allow discrimination based on skin color, yet we came up with a policy that discriminated against people with color on their skin," says Steve Tufts, president of the United Firefighters of Los Angeles City.

Joplin Schools Superintendent C.J. Huff says students are getting teaching degrees, getting tattoos, and then applying for jobs. "We're saying before you get a tattoo, you have to think about how big it is and where it's located before you think about getting a job in our school district," he says.

The rule in Bountiful was passed after applicants with hard-to-conceal tattoos showed up for interviews for jobs in the police, streets and sanitation departments. City Manager Tom Hardy says city leaders had to decide: "Either we're going to do nothing about it, or we're going to do something about it."

In each community, officials cite the exploding popularity of tattoos.

Bob Baxter, editor in chief of Skin & Ink magazine, agrees with the restrictive policies. Baxter says neck and face tattoos used to appear only on heavily tattooed people who ran out of space.

"What's happening (now) is that a lot of young people figure that the best way to show that 'I'm in the tattoo community' is to get tattoos in very conspicuous places," Baxter says. "I don't think it's a good idea. It's hard to get work."

Comment: (ones I found most interesting)

"I think covering up tattoos (especially on face, neck, arms) is a good idea in the work place. While I don't encourage discrimination against those who choose to get inked (except with idiotic pieces) I do think that the non-inked individuals have a more professional look than their tattooed counterparts. Those who are upset over not getting jobs due to their tattoos obviously didn't think the tat through well enough. I have 6 tattoos (some are decently sized) and, when wearing office clothes or scrubs (as I do at work) nobody would ever know I have tattoos. It's all about being inconspicuous with the placement....

So, if you're stupid enough to tattoo your face, arms, or neck, did it to yourself."

"I am a student teacher at the moment, and I have 4 tattoos. I got them where they can be easily hidden, and I thought about my professional future when I got them. I thought to myself, "Will these impede me professionally?" Tattoos are perfectly acceptable in a professional setting as long as they are not seen. I wouldn't want to work with a teacher who decided it would be a good idea to get a full sleeve of tattoos and then decide to work with children. Mine are never seen by my students, nor will they ever."

For those of you who have said that people with tattoos are "white trash" or "going to only get jobs at Burger King" etc.....I am 40 years old. I am a Registered Nurse Manager and my income is slightly under 100K. I live in California, and have four tattoos. For all of you who commented on how "nasty" they can does happen to be on the back of my neck. All of them are tasteful, flowers or such, and I have never been asked to leave a job. I have NEVER had a patient ask that I not care for them, or have them think I couldnt care for them because I have a tattoo. I am college educated and actually didnt get my first tattoo until well into my thirties. Personal choice people."

"I have several tats. I work in a nursing home, where I am required to cover them while in scrubs. Most of mine are covered by my clothes, I do have one on my wrist which I have to wear a braclet to cover. While I understand the need for me to cover them because of the generation views, I do not feel it is right to lable people just because they have a tat. I do not see Angelina Jolie having a hard time getting movie roles because she has tats. Nor do I see her getting any pay cuts. People need to look at the ENTIRE nation, not just a few jobs when putting lables on tats. I am willing to bet that a few of the political leaders have tats, that are covered. You can not say that just because someone has a tattoo it means they are in a gang or want to be. People do it for many different reasons. Everyone does it for a reason, some cultures do it as a sign of respect for a passing loved one. Piercings are a good example of this. I have a very good friend who has several piercings, and she is Indian. It is part of her culture. I think that it is something that should be accepted as part of who a person is. I do not see people looking down on someone for putting hair dye in their hair or perming it. Changing ones appearence to what makes them happy should not matter to anyone but that person. This country has developed a serious problem of judging others, when no one has the right to judge anyone."

Read the article on the USA Today page for more of the comments.

Now my opinion:

Many of the comments are very dogmatic towards people with tattoos. One of the comments said that people are not allowed to discriminate against people with different skin color so why should they discriminate against people with tattoos. That is crossing the line. Skin color is something you are born with, It's not something that you choose. NOT that having a different skin color is something that you should be ashamed of. Tattoos are a choice, You choose to have that on your body. I don't like full body tattoos. But I don't think people are freaks because they have them. I do not believe that obscene tattoos should be displayed that is along the lines of public exposure or cursing in front of children some people choose not to be exposed to that, Why force it down their throat. They have made a choice and people should respect that. Just as people with tattoos have made a choice to have them. You want to have a obscene tattoo. Go for it but don't flash it around. Obscene tattoos are like obscene clothing. It is simply in bad taste. Would I hire someone with full body tattoos? Well I don't classify people by that but if they had a tattoo on their forehead that said loser I might have to consider it. ;) I would not allow an employee with a obscene tattoo to display them while they are on duty.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Out With the Old In With the New

What do you think about the new template. Now be honest! I know there are some people out there who hate purple. I really not a huge purple fan but I think it this template is fun. So vote do you like it or hate it?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Yes or No


You can only say yes or no. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!

Over 18? Yes
Danced in front of your mirror naked? Yes
Ever told a lie? Yes
Been arrested? No
Kissed a picture? Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes
Held an actual snake? Yes
Ever run a red light? Yes
Ever drink and drive? No
Been suspended from school? No
Ever been fired from a job? No
Totaled a car/motorbike in an accident? No
Sang karaoke? Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes
Ever laughed until you wet yourself? No
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
Kissed in the rain? No
Sang in the shower? Yes
Sat on a rooftop? Yes
Thought about your past with regret? Yes
Been pushed in the pool with your clothes on? Yes
Shaved your head? No
Blacked out from drinking? No
Had a gym membership? Yes
Been in a band? No
Shot a gun? Yes
Liked someone with nobody else knowing about it? Yes
Played strip poker? No
Been to a strip joint? No
Donated Blood? No
Liked someone you shouldn’t? Yes
Have a tattoo? No
Have or had any piercings besides ears? No
Made out with a complete stranger? No
Caught someone cheating on you? No
Skinny dipped? Yes
Regret any of your ex’s? Yes
Been to a rodeo? Yes
Been to a NASCAR race? No
Been in Love? Yes

Half of those should have a blush after them!

If you want to play feel free to!

Monday, September 29, 2008

Does This Dress Make Me Look Fat?

Being honest is a tricky thing. Most people say they want honesty but in reality they don't. They want their ears tickled. Last week while shopping a woman in the dressing rooms asked me how she looked in a certain dress. I had a silent battle with myself. Should I be honest with her or tell her what she wants to hear? I said Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to tell you what you want to hear? She looked puzzled for a moment. Then said be honest. With such honesty one must be tactful and never rude. I said No ma'am that is not the most flattering dress for your body type. She asked why and I preceded to tell her why. She challenged me by asking me to fine a dress that would flatter her figure. I found one she bought it and she was happy. But there are many people out there who don't want honesty no matter how much they request it.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The Greatness Of Paul Newman

Legendary actor Paul Newman dies at age 83
Saturday September 27 9:16 AM ET

Paul Newman, the Academy-Award winning superstar who personified cool as an activist, race car driver, popcorn impresario and the anti-hero of such films as "Hud," "Cool Hand Luke" and "The Color of Money," has died. He was 83.

Newman died Friday after a long battle with cancer at his farmhouse near Westport, publicist Jeff Sanderson said. He was surrounded by his family and close friends.

In May, Newman he had dropped plans to direct a fall production of "Of Mice and Men," citing unspecified health issues.

He got his start in theater and on television during the 1950s, and went on to become one of the world's most enduring and popular film stars, a legend held in awe by his peers. He was nominated for Oscars 10 times, winning one regular award and two honorary ones, and had major roles in more than 50 motion pictures, including "Exodus," "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," "The Verdict," "The Sting" and "Absence of Malice."

Newman worked with some of the greatest directors of the past half century, from Alfred Hitchcock and John Huston to Robert Altman, Martin Scorsese and the Coen brothers. His co-stars included Elizabeth Taylor, Lauren Bacall, Tom Cruise, Tom Hanks and, most famously, Robert Redford, his sidekick in "Butch Cassidy" and "The Sting

He sometimes teamed with his wife and fellow Oscar winner, Joanne Woodward, with whom he had one of Hollywood's rare long-term marriages. "I have steak at home, why go out for hamburger?" Newman told Playboy magazine when asked if he was tempted to stray. They wed in 1958, around the same time they both appeared in "The Long Hot Summer," and Newman directed her in several films, including "Rachel, Rachel" and "The Glass Menagerie"

With his strong, classically handsome face and piercing blue eyes, Newman was a heartthrob just as likely to play against his looks, becoming a favorite with critics for his convincing portrayals of rebels, tough guys and losers. "I was always a character actor," he once said. "I just looked like Little Red Riding Hood."

Newman had a soft spot for underdogs in real life, giving tens of millions to charities through his food company and setting up camps for severely ill children. Passionately opposed to the Vietnam War, and in favor of civil rights, he was so famously liberal that he ended up on President Nixon's "enemies list," one of the actor's proudest achievements, he liked to say.

A screen legend by his mid-40s, he waited a long time for his first competitive Oscar, winning in 1987 for "The Color of Money," a reprise of the role of pool shark "Fast" Eddie Felson, whom Newman portrayed in the 1961 film "The Hustler."

Newman delivered a magnetic performance in "The Hustler," playing a smooth-talking, whiskey-chugging pool shark who takes on Minnesota Fats played by Jackie Gleason and becomes entangled with a gambler played by George C. Scott. In the sequel directed by Scorsese "Fast Eddie" is no longer the high-stakes hustler he once was, but rather an aging liquor salesman who takes a young pool player (Cruise) under his wing before making a comeback.

He won an honorary Oscar in 1986 "in recognition of his many and memorable compelling screen performances and for his personal integrity and dedication to his craft." In 1994, he won a third Oscar, the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award, for his charitable work.

His most recent academy nod was a supporting actor nomination for the 2002 film "Road to Perdition." One of Newman's nominations was as a producer; the other nine were in acting categories. (Jack Nicholson holds the record among actors for Oscar nominations, with 12; actress Meryl Streep has had 14.)

As he passed his 80th birthday, he remained in demand, winning an Emmy and a Golden Globe for the 2005 HBO drama "Empire Falls" and providing the voice of a crusty 1951 car in the 2006 Disney-Pixar hit, "Cars."

But in May 2007, he told ABC's "Good Morning America" he had given up acting, though he intended to remain active in charity projects. "I'm not able to work anymore as an actor at the level I would want to," he said. "You start to lose your memory, your confidence, your invention. So that's pretty much a closed book for me."

He received his first Oscar nomination for playing a bitter, alcoholic former star athlete in the 1958 film "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Elizabeth Taylor played his unhappy wife and Burl Ives his wealthy, domineering father in Tennessee Williams' harrowing drama, which was given an upbeat ending for the screen.

In "Cool Hand Luke," he was nominated for his gritty role as a rebellious inmate in a brutal Southern prison. The movie was one of the biggest hits of 1967 and included a tagline, delivered one time by Newman and one time by prison warden Strother Martin, that helped define the generation gap, "What we've got here is (a) failure to communicate."

Newman's hair was graying, but he was as gourgeous as ever and on the verge of his greatest popular success. In 1969, Newman teamed with Redford for "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," a comic Western about two outlaws running out of time. Newman paired with Redford again in 1973 in "The Sting," a comedy about two Depression-era con men. Both were multiple Oscar winners and huge hits, irreverent, unforgettable pairings of two of the best-looking actors of their time.

Newman also turned to producing and directing. In 1968, he directed "Rachel, Rachel," a film about a lonely spinster's rebirth. The movie received four Oscar nominations, including Newman, for producer of a best motion picture, and Woodward, for best actress. The film earned Newman the best director award from the New York Film Critics.

In the 1970s, Newman, admittedly bored with acting, became fascinated with auto racing, a sport he studied when he starred in the 1972 film, "Winning." After turning professional in 1977, Newman and his driving team made strong showings in several major races, including fifth place in Daytona in 1977 and second place in the Le Mans in 1979.

"Racing is the best way I know to get away from all the rubbish of Hollywood," he told People magazine in 1979.

Despite his love of race cars, Newman continued to make movies and continued to pile up Oscar nominations, his looks remarkably intact, his acting becoming more subtle, nothing like the mannered method performances of his early years, when he was sometimes dismissed as a Brando imitator. "It takes a long time for an actor to develop the assurance that the trim, silver-haired Paul Newman has acquired," Pauline Kael wrote of him in the early 1980s.

In 1982, he got his Oscar fifth nomination for his portrayal of an honest businessman persecuted by an irresponsible reporter in "Absence of Malice." The following year, he got his sixth for playing a down-and-out alcoholic attorney in "The Verdict."

In 1995, he was nominated for his slyest, most understated work yet, the town curmudgeon and deadbeat in "Nobody's Fool." New York Times critic Caryn James found his acting "without cheap sentiment and self-pity," and observed, "It says everything about Mr. Newman's performance, the single best of this year and among the finest he has ever given, that you never stop to wonder how a guy as good-looking as Paul Newman ended up this way."

Newman, who shunned Hollywood life, was reluctant to give interviews and usually refused to sign autographs because he found the majesty of the act offensive, according to one friend.

He also claimed that he never read reviews of his movies.

"If they're good you get a fat head and if they're bad you're depressed for three weeks," he said.

Off the screen, Newman had a taste for beer and was known for his practical jokes. He once had a Porsche installed in Redford's hallway crushed and covered with ribbons.

"I think that my sense of humor is the only thing that keeps me sane," he told Newsweek magazine in a 1994 interview.

In 1982, Newman and his Westport neighbor, writer A.E. Hotchner, started a company to market Newman's original oil-and-vinegar dressing. Newman's Own, which began as a joke, grew into a multimillion-dollar business selling popcorn, salad dressing, spaghetti sauce and other foods. All of the company's profits are donated to charities. By 2007, the company had donated more than $175 million, according to its Web site.

In 1988, Newman founded a camp in northeastern Connecticut for children with cancer and other life-threatening diseases. He went on to establish similar camps in several other states and in Europe.

He and Woodward bought an 18th century farmhouse in Westport, where they raised their three daughters, Elinor "Nell," Melissa and Clea.

Newman had two daughters, Susan and Stephanie, and a son, Scott, from a previous marriage to Jacqueline Witte.

Scott died in 1978 of an accidental overdose of alcohol and Valium. After his only son's death, Newman established the Scott Newman Foundation to finance the production of anti-drug films for children.

Newman was born in Cleveland, Ohio, the second of two boys of Arthur S. Newman, a partner in a sporting goods store, and Theresa Fetzer Newman.

He was raised in the affluent suburb of Shaker Heights, where he was encouraged him to pursue his interest in the arts by his mother and his uncle Joseph Newman, a well-known Ohio poet and journalist.

Following World War II service in the Navy, he enrolled at Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio, where he got a degree in English and was active in student productions.

He later studied at Yale University's School of Drama, then headed to New York to work in theater and television, his classmates at the famed Actor's Studio including Brando, James Dean and Karl Malden. His breakthrough was enabled by tragedy: Dean, scheduled to star as the disfigured boxer in a television adaptation of Ernest Hemingway's "The Battler," died in a car crash in 1955. His role was taken by Newman, then a little-known performer.

Newman started in movies the year before, in "The Silver Chalice," a costume film he so despised that he took out an ad in Variety to apologize. By 1958, he had won the best actor award at the Cannes Film Festival for the shiftless Ben Quick in "The Long Hot Summer."

In December 1994, about a month before his 70th birthday, he told Newsweek magazine he had changed little with age.

"I'm not mellower, I'm not less angry, I'm not less self-critical, I'm not less tenacious," he said. "Maybe the best part is that your liver can't handle those beers at noon anymore," he said.

Newman is survived by his wife, five children, two grandsons and his older brother Arthur.

I read this yesterday. It made me sad. Paul Newman was a fantastic actor as well as a great man. Plus I was going to marry him! :( ;)

Friday, September 26, 2008


Well I am going to try to post every day. Today I had a meeting with my boss. Teaching step is much harder than it looks. It's not like you jump in front of the class and start exercising. My biggest problem is being nervous. When I am nervous I forget to breathe and I forget everything. Listen to the music while you are too nervous to breathe is hard! But that's why I am in training! It's all going really well. I really like it.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Dislocations in more ways than one.

Well I know I have not been blogging. Yes I'm lazy about it. I am a Fitness Instructor. I was officially hired a week ago. My training is going well. I'm so excited.

On Tuesday I dislocated my shoulder. This is the eighth time it has happened. Being double jointed your ligaments are more flexible than normal people. I think that is part of the reason it has happened so many times. The more it happens the more likely it will to happen again. This time was the worst. It took me 20 minutes to get it back in. The last seven times it has not been out very far and it was much easier to got back in. This time the recovery period is much longer than it has ever been. Want another gross out detail? I felt it go back in I had my hand on it. And! it was out so far that one arm was a hands length longer. Gross huh. I have not been able to use it much. Today it is much better than it was yesterday.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Right Basic

Where have I been? Well here, just a busy here. The gym I work out at offered me a job as a fitness instructor. I am considering it. I think it would be very fun. While I am considering it I will be an assistant in some of the classes. I have been listening to workout music trying to lean the beats. Teaching the class and keeping time with me music is a lot more complicated than it looks. Each combo is 32 counts. That means the music slightly fades at that 32 count. It is hard to hear that slight fade. Enough boring you with that! What else have I been up to? Busy nothingness .

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

My Muse

A rooster I painted today for a shop in Marlow.
This is my Venice painting Lou wanted me to post.

People's muses are different things. I think mine is music. I can't paint with out music or a movie playing. For some reason that gets me in the groove and takes my mind off procrastination. I think writing may be the same way. So today I am trying writing and listening to music. My blogging has been scarce. Thank you all my reader for not deserting me. Maybe writing to music will help.

Becky gave me a topic to write about last week. Why art.

Why art? Well, I have always admired art and the beautiful things that are created. I really did not seek out art it dropped in my lap so to speak. In New Mexico I took a few charcoal classes. When we moved to Oklahoma and met Lou, mom asked if I wanted to take art classes. I of course said yes. My first art projects are terrible. Those are hidden under the bed. (don't tell Lou) Six years later I am still talking Lou's art classes. And love every minutes of it. My painting and drawing has improved. Not as much as I would like but every day you paint you improve. You learn something new, find a better way to do something etc. Art is always a learning process. You can always improve. There is no perfection in art. You may paint something and think this is great! But a few days later you look at it and say oh I need to fix that and that and that. It never ends. Sometimes you just sign it and call it done. I have to restrain myself from going back and fixing my terrible first paintings. Some of them I have painted over. (again don't tell Lou) Why waste a good canvas! Art is a big portion of my life. And I am thankful for Lou's guidance! Thank you Lou!

Friday, August 22, 2008


Well I am sick again! My immune system is weak I suppose. My father has been pouring vitamins down my throat. Yesterday he stopped by the vitamin store and asked what I could take to help me. The vitamin man suggested that I take protein because I work out so much. He said that as much as I work out I can not eat enough protein to make up for it. I work out four days a week for about two hours plus. So on top of taking my vitamins I am also taking protein. The protein stuff is gross. I was a bit against taking the protein because I don't want to build bulk. But it says it is not for building bulk it is supplement only. If I start looking like a Russian weight lifter I will stop taking it.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Posting Alert

I'm back! I'm not really motivated to blog but, I started this and I am not going to stop on you.
If any of you are curious as to my ailment, It was a mixture of a cold and just feeling bad. But I lived.

I don't have much to blog about. Writing is creating, maybe thats my problem I am just not being creative enough. I have been thinking about writing short stories. I'm not really sure what the subject would be. If you give me a subject I can write about it. I am just short on subjects. And drive for that matter. When I set my mind to things I usually accomplish my goal. Maybe I have not truly set my mind to blogging. Well we will see!

Monday, August 11, 2008


I'm not feeling great. So posting and commenting will be scarce.

Thursday, August 7, 2008


The other day someone said I was classy. What defines class and what makes class. Is it manners? Poise? What about a person makes them classy or not classy? It is more than being stylish. It is poise and manners. Is class defined by the way someone dresses or by the way they conduct themselves? In my opinion it is both. The way you dress reflects your taste. And taste is something that defines you. Some people have good taste some bad. Ones social distinction is not class. However that does not mean that they can or can not have class regardless of their social status. Social status does not form class. The lack of a high social status does not form it either. Class is not something that can be acquired by birth. It is matured and learned just as etiquette is. Class goes hand in hand with etiquette. In my opinion you can not have one with out the other.
Do I find myself classy. No, but I hope to be one day.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Yours In Haste

Not Good Form

"Sincerely" is formal notes and "Affectionately" in intimate notes are the two adverbs most used in present day, and between these two there is a blank; in English we have no expression to fit sentiment more friendly than the first nor one less intimate than the second.
"Cordially" was coined no doubt to fill this need, but its self-consciousness puts it in the category with "residence" and "retire," and all the other offenses of pretentiousness, and in New York, at least, it is not used by people of taste.
"Warmly yours" is unspeakable.
"Yours in haste" or "hastily yours" is not bad form, but is rather carelessly rude.
"In a tearing hurry" is a termination dear to the boarding school girl;but its truth does not make it any more attractive than the vision of that some young girl rushing into a room with her hat and coat half on, to swoop upon her mother with a peck of a kiss, and with a "-------by, mamma!" whirl out again! Turmoil and flurry may be characteristic of manners of to-day; both are far from the ideal of beautiful manners which should be a assured, as smooth, as controlled as the running of a high-grade automobile. Flea-like motions are no better suited to manners than to motors.
---Etiquette by Emily Post, 1922

Monday, August 4, 2008

Water Play

Yesterday Allisa and I went scuba diving at LETRA. It was my first experience with a very low visibility dive. You may ask what did you see? Well not a whole lot! Rocks and fish. It was still fun but it sure is not the ocean. Mostly what I saw was this color , this color, and this color. Not this color, this color and this color. Lake diving is a totally different than ocean diving. I have also discovered that fish stalk me! At one point there were 10 of them right behind my head. I think they were behind my head looking at my mask strap. It has a picture of the ocean and ocean fish. They were probably calling all the other fish to come look at the ocean. ;)

I was reading an article in a magazine about diving on the natural springs in Florida. But some of them have Alligators. That made me think. Would I rather dive with alligators and crocodiles or sharks. That is a toughie! I think I would choose sharks. When diving with sharks you are most vulnerable when you are at the surface. I would think, that that with the vicious reptiles you are always vulnerable. Yes with sharks you are too but sharks prefer dead or dying things. And seals are one of their favorite meals. At the surface you are a seal down below you are just another fish. To me the alligators and crocodiles are always on the hunt and would be more likely to take you down in the water. Which would you rather be in the water with?

**Update** 8/04/08 2:39pm
I forgot to tell you about my injuries! Pulling on my wet suit is hard! It always makes my ingers hurt. Yesterday in between the first and second dive I took the top part of my wet suit off. As I was putting it back in for the second dive I scraped off the skin on the top of my middle finger. And my ring finger has a blister on it. And I smashed my pinkie in my tank clamp. I always hurt my fingers when I dive!

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Silly Girl

Sydney is a silly dog. Bull Terriers are know as the clowns of the dog world. Both of mine certainly are!

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Exercize Nazi

You might be addicted to exercise removes your bad mood.

That is what I learned today. I have been in a bad mood all day. Mostly because of some little things going on. Nothing big just little things that bother me. Should they bother me. No. But they did. Exercise relaxes me. I guess I like to sweat it out. Problems can be sweated. Not all problems. But it does help me to see them more clearly. To relax. The exercise it my time to just do what I like. I like exercise. Odd yes but I do. I have no idea why it relaxes me. But it does. Exercise helps me to get out of ruts. Maybe I should do blog exercises! I sure am in a rut with blogging.

This is a pitiful excuse for a post but it is all I have.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Ocean Photography

Hope is not strategy, but applying the fundamentals is.
Roughly 15 years ago, as one of my underwater photography seminars ended, a student pulled me aside and said something like "I understand the material you covered, but I really want to be good at underwater photography, so will you please tell me what you really do, you know, the things you don't usually share with others."As an instructor, I felt a little kick in the gut, as if I had been accused of holding back the most valuable information.
That incident caused me to make certain that early on in my in my seminars I get two very important points across to every student. Those points are that to consistently produce pleasing image, you must get a grasp of fundamentals of underwater image making, and the more often you apply those fundamentals, the more likely you are to be pleased with your photographs. in other words, the "secret" information us, do your best to apply the fundamentals, and when you can;t apply them, change something so you can. Don't just shoot and hope that because your mother loves you, a miracle will occur and your images will be great.
Below are five fundamentals concepts. In the two images that accompany this piece, you can see you can see that even though the subjects are different, and that one is wide-angle while the other is macro, the same concepts helped make each shot a winner.

1) Proper exposure and sharply focused subjects are musts. Don't just read about but be sure you learn how F-stops, shutter speed, ISO, strobe power and strobe-to-subject distance work together, to determine exposure. Those concepts are not difficult, but until they are mastered, your composition is usually irrelevant.

2) Get close to your subject. Getting close translates to sharper images and richer palette of colors in your images. When you think you are close, get closer.

3) Get low and shoot up. At least consider this approach. An upward angle often adds dramatic appeal and helps you separate your subjects from their background so your subjects stand out in your images.

4) Pay attention to the background. No matter how colorful marine creatures appear to us, in many cases they have evolved to blend into or "break up" in their immediate surroundings and background. Try to compose your images so subjects are separated from their surroundings. With small reef creatures, look for color contrast between subject and background. With bigger animals, try shooting them against blue (or green) water backgrounds, not dark reef or water.

5) When composing your shot, check the edges of your frame for potential problems. Too often unwanted intrusions such as other divers fins or a half of a fish often surprise and disappoint us with we review our pictures. Those surprises weren't seen wen composing the shot because we only concentrate on the center portion of the frame.
Applying these concepts will help you consistently get good result. More insights into the fundamentals will come your way in the future issues.

Article and images are from Dive Training August 2008

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

She's Back!

Most of my readers will remember me writing about Sydney.
She has come back to live with us. The Army will not let them keep her. My Baby is back! I was sad they could not keep her. But I am glad she is back. She is so big! She remembered me which made my day. I'm glad she is back.

Friday, July 25, 2008

How Do You Eat Cake?

Dear Miss Manners:
At home, I am a "dunker." I love to dunk everything (doughnuts, cakes, ect.) in my tea or coffee. It's the way I enjoy my milk and cookies. However, when I am in a restaurant or visiting someone, I "hold back" because I feel it is considered bad manners. Is it?
Gentle Reader:
In admitting that it is, Miss matters is tempted to add a word of consolation, indicating that she knows what fun you must be having at your home and is sorry to keep you from transporting it beyond your door. On second thought, it occurs to her that you wouldn't have nearly as much pleasure from dunking your cookies in your mild at home f you weren't aware that is was naughty.

Dear Miss Manners:
My mother-in-law has awful table manners. Not only does she not use serving forks, but she eats with her fingers, saying the food tastes better, and spits out the "skins", or anything she feels too tough, in a half-chewed wads onto her plate. We are going to visit her soon. Is there some polite way to tell her how unpleasant this is? She does not take criticism at all well.
Gentle Reader:
In the annals of crimes against etiquette, correcting one's elders and correcting other in their own house are not more heinous than expectorating food onto one's plate. Miss Manners suggest you direct your critical feelings toward your children's table manners. Children have no choice about taking criticism. If it will enliven your visit, you may correct then at their grandmother's table for doing the dame thing their grandmother is doing.

Dear Miss Manners:
How do you eat cake?
Gentle Reader:
So that you can have it, too. This is done by cutting a bite-sized piece with the end of the fork and lifting it up to mouth in such a way that crumbs drift down and lodge themselves in the shirtfront. These may be furtively picked up and eaten later.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Oh What To Say?

I have no idea what to post anymore. I have posted so many Hawaii pictures I am sure you are all tired of those. I don't really have anything to say. So what do I post? I have used pictures as a excuse not to post words. I have words to say, but when it comes to putting them down I freeze. I have so many posts I have started and not finished about a variety of subjects. Ranging from money matters to social matters. I think it all hinges from not being confident in my writing abilities. I tend to ramble and sound like an idiot. Sometimes I think and think about what I write and sometimes I just type and publish. I know the lack if my word posts hinges on my poor writing ability. To improve one must practice. I need to write about everything. I am publicly holding myself accountable for posting words. Improving my writing ability, word usage, vocabulary and grammar. You are all free to correct any errors you see in my posts. My typos are bad! I need to work on that too!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


Peoples cellphone habits amuse me. Last week I was in the grocery store and a man was walking around with his cellphone to his ear, not saying anything for a very long time. He must be talking to a very long winded person! Suddenly his phone rang. He blushed from the top of his head to the bottoms of his feet. I burst out laughing. I tried not to but it is hard to control.
After that a woman was walking through the store and ever time someone's phone rang she would frantically look at hers. I found that amusing also.

Yesterday I was at Wal-Mart and the checker I choose scrutinized every item and asked what I was going to use it for. I wanted to scream JUST PUT IT IN THE BAG! Finally she was looking at the last item I had. Which was a box of Dr. Peppers. On the box where the cardboard flaps over lap one flap was bent back. She asked me if I wanted another box. The dogs tear up the box after the drinks are gone. I'm really not concerned about having perfect box.

Later at the fitness center I was getting my stuff from my locker. And a woman shoves me out of the way to get her stuff out of the locker that is below mine. I stood my ground and just looked at her. She said Would you get out of the way and let me finish! I did the polite grown up thing and moved aside. She finished her business and left.

Thanks for reading another installment of my life!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008


You Are Salsa

You are an extremely outgoing and vivacious person.

You are quite tolerant and open minded. You rather accept people than judge them.

Adventurous and unpredictable, you have the reputation of a daredevil.

Your taste in food leans toward very spicy and exotic dishes.

Whether it's thai food or an extra spicy mexican meal, you're into the hot flavors.

You get along with hot sauce personalities. Everyone else, not so much.

Pjs and Weddings

To some, nine o'clock s the morning man sound rather eccentric for a wedding, but to people of the Atlantic Coast it is not a bit more so than an evening hour--less so, if anything because the morning is unconventional anyway and etiquette, never being very strong at that hour, is not defied, but merely left quiescent. If, for any reason, such as taking an early morning train or ship--an early morning wedding might be good suggestion. The bride should, of course, not ear satin and lace; she could wear organdie ( let us hope that nine 0'clock wedding is in summer!), or she cold wear a very simple white crepe de chine. Her attendants could wear the simplest sort of morning dresses with garden hats; the groom a sack suit or flannels. And the breakfast--really breakfast--could consist of scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and coffee--and griddle cakes!
The above is not written in ridicule; the hour would be very "unusual," but simple early morning wedding where every one is dressed in morning clothes, and where breakfast is suggests the first mean of the day--could be perfectly adorable! The evening wedding on the other hand, lays itself open to criticism because it is a function--a function is formal, and the formal is always strictly in the province of that austere and inflexible lawmaker, Etiquette. And Etiquette at this moment says: "Weddings on the Atlantic seaboard are celebrates not later than four-thirty o'clock in the afternoon!"
---Etiquette by Emily Post, 1922

Pjs at a wedding! On my gosh! I would never wear my pjs to a wedding. I look like a homeless person in my pjs. Shorts and a holey tee shirt are not exactly wedding attire. Does that mean morning breath and bed head would also appropriate?

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Dole Plantation 3

I want to paint this. It looks like some where you would sit and drink frilly fruity drinks.

Now before you go any further if you hate hibiscuses or you are already tired of all my hibiscus pictures, please stop now. If you like flowers you will have your fill for the day!

Did you ever know there were so many different kinds of Hibiscuses? Amazing huh!

This is the last segment in my Hawaii posts. :( The Dole Plantation was out list place to visit.

What am I going to post now? My life is pretty boring. I guess I will have to more creative. Use that think inside my cranium! If it has not evaporated!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Stupid Signs.

This sign was in our hotel room in Honolulu. It made me laugh. Where else is one going to bathe? The tiny sink? The toilet? Where? After reading this sign I got mental images of bathing in the sink. Or trying to. How, may I ask, am I going to fit in a sink no bigger than a volley ball?
That sign made me think about stupid signs and warning labels. I know that companies must put these kinds of warnings to protect themselves. But really do I need a sign telling me I should bathe in the tub?

I found this one in a Google search for stupid signs.

I would rather die of dehydration than drink out of a public toilet! EWWWWWWW!

Are people so stupid they need signs saying not to drink out of the toilet? I would hope not!
My dog does not even drink out of the toilet!

I hope humanity is smart enough not to drink out of toilets. If not we have serious problems.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Dole Plantation 2

Dole Plantation Maze ! Allisa and I completed it. It took us a little over an hour.
Walking thought the gates as we finished the maze. It was hard! But fun. Dad and my brother did not finish. My brother tried for three hours.

Red Silk Hibiscus

Bird of Paradise

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Dole Plantation 1

Dole Plantation part one. Rainbow tree. I like this tree. It is very colorful.

This was our Dole Plantation garden guide. He made me laugh. He made the tour very entertaining.
The Dole Plantation was our last day in Hawaii. :(
We were there for hours and hours. Our flight did not leave until 10:59pm so we had many hours to kill.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Warren

Yesterday Allisa Katharine and I went to the Warren theater in Moore. We went to see the Journey to the Center of the Earth. And yes it was rather silly but we were expecting that. If it had not been in 3D I would not have even gone. But we had fun. We ate at Johnny Carino's which was yummy! Then went to the movie. The is the inside of the theater. Sorry for the poor quality of the picture.
Me in the nerdy 3D glasses
Allisa and Kat in the nerdy 3D glasses.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Waikiki Aquarium

This is for Lou she said I had to write my name in the sand. The Waikiki Aquarium

Humuhumu-Nukunuku-Apua'a is fish that is in the center of the picture. The one with back brown and yellow stripes. The Humuhumu-Nukunuku-Apua'a is the Hawaiian state fish. What a name! I know! In the Wikipedia article it says that the Humu has the longest name in the in the English language. The fish in the left hand corner swimming towards me is the fish that stalked me while snorkeling, the goat eye fish.

A boat at the Honolulu wharf.