Sunday, April 17, 2016

M is for Momentum (in memorandum)

Today is the last day of the A to Z challenge. I can honesty say I did not meet the challenge; or I can say I met the challenge and forgot its name the next time it came around even though I felt like it was on the tip of my tongue. And it's not like I'm going to get much written today. Here's my view:

Sure, it's inspiring. But the sound of the waves is also relaxing, especially after the wonderful brunch I just had. I'm at the tail end of a very nice vacation. My husband is practicing his guitar for his gig tonight. If you are going to be in a band, why not get a gig or two at the beach? I'm happy to tag along, of course. In a few days, we'll be back home, working the day jobs, and our week as touring musician and wife will be a memory. My birthday is Wednesday, and this has been a perfect celebration, as well as a reminder to enjoy every moment. 

So I'm not going to beat myself up for losing this challenge. Tomorrow is another day. Another M word, Memoir, is still in the works, and observing my life now creates a fantastic lens in which to observe my past. I can't wait to see all of the shades in the final product.

Thanks for stopping by. Until next time.

Happy Writing--and LIVING!

Tina

Thursday, April 14, 2016

L is for List



Staying with the 15-minute time limit, here's a list. What kind of list do you think of when you think of a list? Well, here's a list of them: 

  • Grocery list
  • Shopping List (same thing, maybe, maybe you are shopping for something else.)
  • Laundry List (I don't know why this is a thing, but it is.)
  • Bucket list (yup)
  • List of excuses
  • List of sexual positions (see Kama Sutra)
  • List of sexual partners (see Anna Feris in "What's your number?" On the other hand, no. It's kind of a sad movie disguised as a comedy.)
  • List of medications (and this includes vitamins. Apparently, that matters now.)
  • To-do list
  • Do it later list
  • Goal list
  • Never gonna happen list (sometimes you gotta let it go)
  • Wedding invitation list
  • Available divorce lawyer list
  • Shit list
  • Party invitation list
  • List of fine wines
  • List of good beers
  • List of hangover remedies
  • List of TV shows
  • List of books
  • Packing list
  • List of things to pack (different than a packing list, since this is what I need to pack for a trip, not what the company packed in my FedEx)
  • List of Pros and Cons
  • List of the ways I love you (let me count the ways...needs a list, right)
  • Top 40 list
  • Top 10 List (Aw, that was a great Letterman bit, but Thank You notes with Jimmy Fallon is pretty awesome, too)
  • Thank you card list
  • Christmas card list
  • Agenda list (is that redundant?)
  • Angie's list
  • Craigslist (aw, how I met my hubby...)
  • Set List
  • List of lists
So time's up. What lists did I forget? I'm sure there are a few obvious ones.  Thanks for stopping by!

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

K is for Keurig



Before I moved to Texas,  I had given away my coffee maker. I wasn't drinking much coffee at home, only a cup or two at work (the beans were freshly ground and brewed one cup at a time--fabulous). Besides, the guy I was going to be moving in with (my now husband) wasn't a coffee drinker, and all I had was an old, 8-cup coffee maker. I needed to get rid of many things (read: I didn't want to pack all the things). 

The coffee maker made a new home with somebody I found on Craigslist (I was a big fan of the site, having met my new-boyfriend-now-husband there, and then posting an ad my man created on there that ended up helping to sell my condo so I could move). The post had read that the man was down on his luck and he needed some things, including a bed, for his 10-year old son who was coming to live with him. I had to get rid of a bed, and a little breakfast table, and a few other things. When he stopped by to pick up the twin mattress and box-spring, I asked if he would also like the coffee maker. The man almost cried he was so grateful. I guess coffee at home wasn't a luxury he could afford just then. So, what I though of as a used-up coffee maker found a good home for the rest of its days. 

In Texas, I worked from home. After a while, I started missing my morning coffee. I purchased some instant coffee. I'm not sure if they still sell them, but Folgers used to have tea bags filled with coffee, so I could make a cup at a time. It was nice, but, didn't seem the same. 

Around the same time, Keurig's were gaining in popularity. I thought they were too pricey, but when I visited someone with one, I loved the convenience and all the different coffees. One year, during Christmas shopping season, I went out to purchase one on sale. A few friends came along, one who had a Keurig at home. 

She helped me weigh the pros and cons of the machine. I began a little cost analysis in my head. Was it worth it to me to pay that much per cup of coffee, even if I was getting the machine on sale? At the end of the day, I decided to buy an extremely inexpensive (especially since I came with a $10 discount card for the store) 4-cup coffee maker and purchased some gourmet coffee for it instead. Of course, I could have purchased the Keurig, and still purchase the gourmet coffee-- and THEN purchase the filter for the machine that uses regular coffee-- but WHY? Just keep it simple!

I returned to enjoying my one or two cup a day habit. My husband still wasn't a fan of coffee, but saw how I  was. The next Christmas, I received a brand new Keurig. 

This wouldn't be the first time a gift from my husband has turned me on to a new technology. I never wanted to bother with learning how to download music. Then he bought me my first i-pod. I said I would never give up reading a "real book." He bought me my first Kindle. I'm still hooked (a lot safer to be an e-book hoarder than a physical book hoarder. And, less to dust.).

Of course, I had a fresh new bag of a gourmet mocha coffee to finish. I put my little 4-cup machine away and purchased the single-use filter for the new machine. Eventually, I started to buy the single-serve pods, and really enjoyed it. Since it also makes hot chocolate and other hot drinks, my husband used it a bit as well, but still wasn't into the coffee.  Until...

We popped into a little coffee shop in Ventura while on vacation. I talked him into trying one of the flavored lattes. He loved it. Back at home, he was disappointed to find that coffee didn't come out of our machine tasting like the blended recipes we had at the shop. 

"But it says mocha on the label," he complained, "Why doesn't it taste the same," I added sugar and cream and he liked it okay, but still wasn't convinced. 

I'm a member of an online wellness club that sells vitamins, snacks, cleaning products, etc. This year, they introduced coffee, including organic coffee and including Keurig single serve pods. I really liked it (and I like that I could get it delivered with my monthly shipment of other stuff) and my husband and I really liked the Luxe Vanilla Cappuccino. So, after many years, I'm sharing the coffee maker. Now, the club also sells bagged coffee, and for some reason, the Hazelnut is not in the single serving pods, so I ordered a bag, and started using the little filter again. Today, I knew I was going to have more than one cup, so rather than putting it in the filter and dumping and refilling (which is kind of a pain), I dug my 4-cup coffee maker out.

Now, the first pot was a little strong. I'm out of practice and forgot the ratio. But the little pot has a place on the counter for now. At least until next week, when I get more Luxe Vanilla Cappuccino. 

(Side note: yes, I know those little cups are crappy for the environment. This is a personal blog post, as such, I'm exposing yet another of my weaknesses. Be gentle.)


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

J is for Just Write




Just write. That's all you have to do for this challenge. It's as easy and as hard as that, always. I'm cramming this week' posts into one morning of typing because I couldn't "find the time" to do them all week. Yes, I know. "Excuses."

I got back from my Ren Faire trip on Monday, and made it to a previously scheduled chiropractor appointment. I had quit going to the chiropractor a while back (ha, back) because I was feeling better. I had also had physical therapy, so I knew the exercises I had to do to keep my back  in shape. But a few weeks ago, in a Zumba class, I twisted in an odd way (not just the standard odd way I move around in Zumba--and, I was not wearing good shoes for Zumba dance) and felt my back go all out of whack. I figured I could "shake it off" as Taylor says, and maybe even twist it back the way it's supposed to go once I shimmied in the other direction. 

Nope.


So I rested, keeping my workouts low-impact and resting and icing. Right before my trip, I decided it was time to go back to the chiropractor. The day after the first adjustment, I already felt 90%. Of course, walking the Faire grounds for hours a day didn't really help, so I was feeling it a bit when I went back Monday. So, it's going to take a few weeks, and then I will go on a maintenance program so my back doesn't forget again where all its parts go. 

I suppose that's the same with getting back into the flow with this writing thing. I had been on a pretty good course getting through that "muddy middle" of my memoir, and when I took a few days off I figured it was fine, I knew how to do this, I would get back to it and the words would flow. A few days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a few months. And coming back is a little like getting adjusted. I have to press myself to do it, deal with the shock for a bit, and realize if I don't maintain, I will be back in the same mess I was before. 

My time is up. Grateful for bloggers back-dating function;) Thanks to those who have commented. Looking forward to catching up on your A-to-Z challenge blogs later today.

Tina 

Monday, April 11, 2016

I is for Infused-- No, wait--I is for Improv




Well, I've spent at least 5 of my 15-minute limit for blog post writing trying to think of a word for "I'. I'm thinking there may be something to the theme method to this madness. 

After thinking and googling "I" words, I thought something may come out of the word "infused" although it may be hard to explain as it is one of those "inside jokes" (see that could have been the words for today, too) that made me laugh at the time, but may leave the reader going, "huh?"

As I moved my cursor to start this post, I realized, NO! I should not talk about the infused joke, I should talk about jokes themselves. I should talk about Improv. After all, if I would have written this yesterday like I was supposed to, I would have just finished a day (a full day, if you saw the H post) at the Ren Faire, where I had a chance to see one and a half shows of my favorite Improv group (crew?) the Motley Players. 

Since I've started being on the stage instead of in the audience, I notice I react differently to some of the scenes. I still laugh, a lot, maybe even more because I know how the mind is going in all sort of directions for those people and some of the places they end up is so surprising it shocks me. But I did notice myself hesitating to shout ideas out. This is very strange because one of the first rules I learned for performing Improv is not to censor yourself (especially since we do an 18+ show). But as an audience member, I wanted to try and give them something unique to work with, not the 'same ol' same ol'. I wanted them to be surprised so that it would force them into doing something so dissimilar to anything they've done before, they even surprise themselves. 

This is a lot of pressure to put on myself as an audience member. I wasn't the one performing. Luckily, the fact that I froze did not hurt the performance in any way. The audience had plenty of ideas, and all of us were given the gift of entirely new and unique scenes that made us laugh.

The moral of the story is: Don't second guess yourself. Go for it!

And, my time is up. Until next time:)

Maybe I'll save the Infused story for another time. Or letter. 

Saturday, April 9, 2016

H is for Huzzah!



I am (attempting) to write this post on my iPad from a hotel room in Waxahachie, Texas. Today was the opening day of the Scarborough Renaissance (thanks spell check) Festival. A few girlfriends and I donned our garb (or in my case, clothing that kinda-sorta resembles peasant wear from the era) before the sun was up in order to make it to the parking lot to hear the opening canon. 

Although I have visited for the past 6 years or so, I can't say I'm getting much better at remembering the history (now, what's the story with this king again?) or knowing exactly what kind of character I'm trying to represent, if anything. I enjoy visiting the shows, like the Motely Players--a comedy improv group. I like them so much I decided to give it a shot myself when I had the chance. The bagpipes and drums from Tartanic always make me feel like I really am visiting another time.

And then there are days like today, where plans to visit the shows are thwarted by the crazy Texas weather. We had a nice morning, though. We wandered the shops, met up with friends, went to a beer tasting, and had a fabulous lunch. The forecast had given us a 15% chance of rain, so when it stared to sprinkle, we weren't too surprised. We thought it would pass soon. We were overly optimistic. 

The temperature dropped and the rain became heavier. We stayed in one of the covered pubs for a while, when it seemed that the worst had passed. Nope. As we made our way to the Final Pub Sing area, it became more uncomfortable. We never leave before pub sing. Well, except for the final day last year, when the rain and wind were not just uncomfortable, it was downright scary. 

Tornado warning. They closed the faire down and the hardcore that were still left (in the hundreds) made their way to the mud pit of a parking lot. Nobody could go anywhere, even if their cars weren't stuck in the mud. There had been a bad accident on the only road out. We were all stuck in our cars, watching the torrential rain out the windows, hoping that a rain-wrapped tornado was hiding somewhere. 

When the rain started coming down today, I know I wasn't the only one having flashbacks! So, we started this faire season  similar to how we ended the last, leaving prior to Pub Sing, and grateful to arrive at our warm and dry hotel. We were also happy that Mr. Jim's delivers.

Huzzah!

Friday, April 8, 2016

G is for Glamour



Since I started with feminism in the last post, and mentioned there's still a lot of work to be done, I thought I would use my 15-minutes here to share a few thoughts on the recent Amy Schumer/Glamour dust-up. 

Let's start with the whole "being human" thing. Although in the public eye, Amy still is just a person dealing with what's thrown at her, like the rest of us. But because she's in the public eye, how she reacts to things becomes public record and "part of the conversation." 

Look, I remember reading a criticism of Naomi Wolf when she was making the rounds promoting her Beauty Myth book: it went something like this--"Why would a woman so adamant about proving that beauty standards hurt women do a volumizing hair-flip before getting on camera?" Why? Because we are human. We grow up living in the world that reinforces the need to look, act and be a certain way. It becomes almost automatic, even as we are fighting against certain parts of it. 

So, I can't speak for Amy, of course, but I think the people who are criticizing her for speaking up for herself and saying her actions were not feminist and actually hurtful to plus-sized women are missing something. First, she felt that she was being misidentified and that could be hurtful to others. Because for all the "body-positivity" rhetoric that is going along with the "plus-sized" movement, the term "plus-sized" is still thought of in a "not quite good enough, but bless-her-heart-anyway" kind of way...So somebody like myself who takes a look at the sizes of her clothes and discovers they are considered plus-sized (or above), may start to think, "Well, I'm going to love myself ANYWAY." And Anyway is the problem. And it's the problem with labels such as plus-sized.

Another problem? I write slow. And giving myself only 15 minutes for these posts makes it tough (and possibly incoherent). But, it's getting the rusty writing fingers a workout and getting my butt in the chair. 

Onward!
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