Sunday, November 6, 2011

Storytelling Sunday---She Had a Swagger!

I decided to devote this post to my grandma Zimmermann. She was quite the character. I like to think I take after her. After all, I have these glasses and some fake buck teeth to boot.

In this particular picture, grandma was visiting after the birth of either Matt or Joyce. We didn't know she was coming, so she greeted us at the door after school looking like this---cheesy wig and nose glasses. She was always fun. When we went to visit her in the country (Barnhart, Missouri), she'd greet us at the door the same way. She grab hold of you---hard---and start punching your arm, or hook your neck in the crook of her arm and give you a "Dutch rub" (she would take her knuckles and rub them back and forth across the top of your skull).

She always had some planned activity for us. Usually she'd hide her clothespins all around the yard and we'd have to find them. Hey, wait a minute, now I realize that was a ploy to get rid of us for awhile---quite awhile---as she needed to have every last one of them back!

There was so much to love about the country---surrounded by woods to explore, bottle cap games, that country store beverage cooler full of slushy ice and soda. It was so much fun to reach in and see what you  would pull out. I can still remember the smell of the basement/rathskeller with it's "dirt" rooms that stored home canning and vegetables.

Then there was the "reading room" upstairs. She had all of the trashy tabloids---National Enquirer, True Confessions, True Romance, etc. We became reading fools there.
 We played many games on this front porch---Scrabble, Blitz, and dozens of other card games. She was a "rough and tumble" type of a gal. You can tell she has a swagger just by looking at this picture. Not really a "lady-like" type of gal. But then, there in lies the paradox. She LOVED her costume jewelry. What I wouldn't give to have a piece today.

And cook---oh, my gosh, she was the best! She loved to bake and entertain. Christmas Eve's were legendary! At least 50 varieties of cookies---that dining room table was overflowing. I'm fortunate to have many recipes from her---written in her beautiful script. I think I inherited my love of entertaining from her too.
I just loved this place. I got to spend a little extra time with her a couple of summers. She taught me about gardening---I credit her with my love for that. She was very religious---we said the Angelus at noon and the Rosary at 3 p.m. between her "stories" (soap operas).

There probably isn't a time that I "pull" some gag on my own grandkids that I don't think about her. After all, it's all about the memories---and you know I'm all over that!! I want my grandkids to think of me and tell stories of all the crazy things I did too. And that's exactly how I'll be leaving a little bit of me behind!

To check out some other great stories, please hop on over to my friend, Sian's who started this all:
Storytelling Sunday

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Showtunes Saturday---Bonus and an Apology!



In my post about the TPAC Gala last weekend, I only included one photo---"my bad" (I hate that term, but anyway). To add insult to injury, the person I left out was actually behind the camera. This is Jennifer, one of Steph's closest friends. She is so cute----and "P-O-P-U-L-A-R!!!" She knows everyone in town! Truly! Since that is the song that Kristen Chenowith sang at the Gala (from "Wicked"), I'm offering it here on Jennifer's behalf!! Jennifer, here's to you!

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Showtune Saturday---Anything Goes

I love Cole Porter music. I've seen this on stage a couple of times. The story is "campy" but I don't care. I always enjoy the music, costumes, set and choreography. If the story is good, it's just an added bonus. But that's not usually the case with the "old" stuff.

Anything Goes

Friday, November 4, 2011

Nashville Hits the "Big" Time...


We've finally gotten our first Nordstrom's. I remember 25 years ago when the Bellvue Mall opened. Pam and I were so excited---we heard that they were having a "soft" opening a few days prior to the grand opening. We went, it became our "go to" mall and now 25 years later, it's gone. That mall was a "regular" mall with all of your typical "teen" stores. One of Sandy's jobs was at The Limited. Now it's just a big empty dinosaur. It was supposed to turn in to a library. That didn't happen. Then it was going to be one of those outside, open air malls that are so popular now. That didn't happen either. But in the meantime, The Green Hills Mall is still our upscale mall. They have continually remodeled over the years and added more and more stores. It's a beautiful place. I don't shop much if I can avoid it, but it's definitely my "go to" mall.
Sixth & Pine is the restaurant located inside Nordstrom's. I've been twice---delicious food---well, I've had the same thing twice---the Crab Louie salad---lots of shrimp and crab, avocado, just yummy. They also have comfort foods too. Connie had the meatloaf and said it was really good. She had planned to take half home but ended up eating it all. We had dinner there last night before our "by private invitation only" grand opening of The Container Store. 

In the morning, when Butch asked what I had going on, I told him about it. He said, "don't go buying any containers---we don't need any and you have a container problem." To which I responded, "don't tell me I can't buy containers." I know this could be really bad for me.

As I was leaving, I told him I'd probably be home around 9-ish. He said he would probably be in bed by then. I said, "good, that way I can smuggle my containers in!"
As it turns out, this was just a preview night---you couldn't buy anything. Actually I probably wouldn't have anyway. It was very crowded and I'm not the type to stand in long lines. But I'll definitely be back. I also see lots of great Christmas ideas. They had all kinds of food and champagne, wine, etc. We could have definitely made a meal of it. I tried a few things and it wa all good. I'm sure there was mention of food in the invitation and I just missed it. Anyway, it was fun.

They have over 80 different hanger styles
over 700 office supplies
over 120 food storage containers
over 170 bows and ribbon
over 540 products to organize the kitchen

Yeah, this could be deadly for me. I'm just sayin'

This is just like the BEST week. Today, my friends are picking me up at 8:30 for the grand opening of our very first Archiver's! I'm really excited. I've printed out my coupons and extras for my friends. 

Yes, indeedy, Nashville has hit the "big time" and I'm lovin' it....


Thursday, November 3, 2011

Not Much to Report, but a Little...

 Can't argue with that!
 Hate it when this happens!
 When I used to be cute.
 When I thought I was "fat!"
 When I really was cute! I thought I was somethin'---rockin' that halter top. I could never quite pull that off---at any age. If you look closely, you can see that I am "exposed" on the right! That's my cousin, David, on the right at my grandma Zimmermann's in the country.
Mindy, her friend, Schuyler and Stephanie at the TPAC gala last weekend. I made Mindy's fascinator---it's a black/purple spider web with a big spider in the middle. Butch is on the board of our performing arts center. Since we were out-of-town, we gave the girls our tickets. The entertainment this year was Kristen Chenowith. Tim McGraw received an award, but didn't perform. They always have some "high"profile entertainment---not like a concert or anything, but about a half hour performance.

And, lastly----Mindy is a new HOMEOWNER!!! She got the word yesterday that they accepted her offer. She loves the urban lifestyle. She'll be in a high-rise condo development downtown. Not exactly my taste---exposed concrete floors and ceiling---but I'll make it cute. She closes December 15th, so we get to add moving to the chaos of the holidays. She's hiring someone to do it this time. We're done with moves!

I'm excited for the next couple of days. The Container Store opens this weekend. I got a private invitation for tonight. I can't wait! I have a bad feeling about that place. I think it's going to be deadly for me.

Then, tomorrow, ARCHIVER's opens in Nashville! Yaaaayyyyy! My friends and I are going to be there when the doors open.

I guess that's all I know....

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Catching Up...

I need to go all the way back to last week. Pam, Nancy and I went to a new antique place in Bellvue. It was really nice---a little pricey---but set up so cute. And when it comes down to it, if you love it, you'll pay for it.
 They had the cutest tags on all of their stuff. The tags were punched with a scallop punch and attached with ribbons and pins. Makes me think these gals are scrapbookers. I didn't think to ask. Anyway, the tags were a little added bonus---I've added them to my stash.
Here's my haul---old casseroles---probably not microwave safe, blue linens, a vintage corner shelf that I plan to put in the sunroom.
 I had to have the pink tin and dresser scarf. The blue bowl is cool, not sure what I'm doing with that yet. And then that blue tablecloth embroidered in black---destined for my office. You'll see that later.

On to Washington.
When we arrived at the Mayflower Hotel (which is probably one of the nicest hotels I've ever been in---huge room), I immediately figured out where I would be setting up my "home-away-from-home" office. Knowing that I'd be up half the night, I needed a place to go.
That place is always the bathroom. We don't usually have suites or anything. I put the coffee/tea set-up in there. I was so happy that they had Twinings Tea---still riding high from that stop in London. Beverages, check.
I took the extra blanket, the decorative pillows from my bed and made a cozy little "nest" in the tub.

 I didn't have much in the way of food---a Butterfinger snack size and 2---actually, disgusting mints. But when you get up at "o-dark thirty" you do get hungry. By 7 a.m. it's really lunchtime for me these days. Better than nothing. I snagged a cookie one day and enjoyed that with my tea one night. I had everything I needed, tea, snack, computer, headphones to listen to Pandora, reading material and plenty of work that I wanted to do. Heaven! I can get along anywhere. I just can't be idle.
Always travel with a pashmina or scarf! This is why. Thank goodness, I took the scarf off before eating. I dribbled 1000 island dressing from my ruben sandwich. There was no time to change. Luckily, I covered it up with my scarf. Still, I tried to wash it out at the hotel---it didn't. I may have ruined one of my PINK tops---not like I don't have dozens more.

That reminds me---I alluded to another "health" related issue yesterday. Well, let's just suffice it to say that I experienced a problem that I do not ordinarily have. Putting it politely, I had to "bury" a Prep "H" wipe. I spent about $90.00 arming myself with every possible thing available. Ultimately, the situation got so bad I had to call my doctor, find a pharmacy and get a prescription in D.C. I know, TMI! It was not good. I may have been a little overzealous on those squat/thrust machines at Curves---but who knew I had "this" problem. Lesson learned---go a little easier.

One other thing I have to mention. I had the best time watching the Cards win the World Series. Those were the best games I've ever seen in baseball. I don't follow baseball unless the Cardinals make the Series. Janice and I had a bet going---I told her I'd only bet if I could have the Cards. She "hedged" her bet with others and actually had 3 bets going---2 for the Cards and the one with me. We had so much fun texting back and forth during the game. What an exciting game. She said it made her miss her "ball" days.

Arriving home Sunday, we went straight to the Titan's game. I've joked with my friends, that I've figured out a way to NOT have to go to the games. We tailgate, one of the girls uses my ticket, I leave and Butch "hitches" a ride home. The perfect plan. I just can't sit still for 4 hours and do nothing. What a waste of time. At least at home, I can watch the game, enjoy the commentary and STITCH at the same time. I actually can say I enjoy the game that way. The only thing I like about being at the stadium is tailgating with our friends. Otherwise, it's just long, boring, too hot (usually), or cold (sometimes). We have really good seats, but everyone stands just about the whole time. And then when you finally get to sit down, you have to get up about 50 times because people are going in and out. Just not fun. Anyway, my perfect plan is "flawed." It puts Butch in the position of being a "moocher" about the ride home. I get that. It's okay. I'm just glad that I have the girls to use my ticket. I always said that I only did the Titan's games for "love." Now I can still "love" the game from home.
After the game I went up to my office and decided to clean out my closet. I uncovered a few problems---or I should say, my "multiples" problem is clearly visible. Notebooks---I have a few. But how could I EVER resist those pink ones---you don't see pink binders all the time.
Now having this many envelopes is actually funny. I have every size possible. But I never seem to have what I need. Case in point, I needed a regular legal size envelope---nada, not a one---nor or there any regular envelopes---I have boxes from old stationary, invitations, and several boxes of card size from my card making days, etc. Can't seem to throw them out.
Notebooks---lots of them. I can't live without spiral bound notebooks. When mom died last year, I asked Jeanne for one so that I could start handling everything. I couldn't believe it when she said she didn't have any! Most of these aren't even new. I've always kept the girls notebooks at the end of the school year, tore out their stuff and kept them. I shouldn't have to buy another one for the rest of my life---unless it's pink.
 Binder clips---a nice big box. I use them in place of "chip" clips too. They come in handy for just about anything. I have a few floating in my car and beside my chair in the family room. I want everything I need at my fingertips.
The pens. I'm particular about the feel of a pen in my hand. I write a LOT! I like how the ink glides across my spiral bound notebooks. This is my favorite type. They are hard to find. When I do, I buy at least 3 boxes. They used to come in blue, but I haven't seen them in years and am sad that I don't have any left. I don't use red much, but had to have box of them. I might have enough for the rest of my life.
Bubble wrap---I think I've identified another problem. I decided to keep only what would fit on the lower shelf. I have grand plans to sell stuff on Ebay, but never quite get around to it. When I do, I'll have the packing materials.
Here's the whole thing cleaned out. It took me about 3 hours. I got rid of tons of stuff. Well, not really, Butch saw what I was getting rid of and moved a lot of it down to his office. Sort of defeats the purpose of purging if you just move it to another part of the house.
Now, finally, the view of my newly re-painted office. It used to be "hot" pink. I wanted to go with something completely different---more calming. I went with the same blue paint color I used on the ceiling in the kitchen and sunroom. I love white woodwork. It really sets off any color.

Here's that blue tablecloth. Perfect in my blue and black office. The lamp in the rear is one of a pair that I got from my "adopted" grandma in the early 1990's.
 This view is from my desk. Those bunnies sitting in the chair on the left I plan to put on Ebay---sometime. The paintings we bought on a cruise with our friends about 15 years ago.

Aside from the new plantation shutters, I didn't want to spend a lot of money in this room. These are about the cheapest window treatments you can do. They match what I have in "mindy's" room except her room is pink. I wanted a uniform look from the outside. There is a transom window under them.
 But what you need to know is that they are totally fake. This is NOT fabric rolled up. The fabric is just wound around a cardboard tube. If I knew how to sew, I'd use a swimming noodle---that way you could have it as fat as you want. Then, it's just a scrap of fabric about an inch or two wide, rolled up and pinned in place on the end---giving the illusion that it's all fabric. Really cheap---well, except for the labor---they always get you there!
This is my most favorite piece of needlework I've ever done. It's called "kaleidescope." It was really hard---especially on that black. I thought I would lose my mind. It was so hard to see---especially since my robes are black---it was very hard to see a contrast to stitch. I need to have that tired, worn mat replaced. I'll put that on the list.

And there you are---all up-to-date. We only had 2 trick-or-treaters last night. I actually had almost all of the Halloween stuff put away last week. A month is enough for me. I did it before we went to England which was about September 10. Butch said, "you're taking it all down before Halloween?" I was "over it."

Hive update: not good. I have not been able to taper down yet. Trying today, say a prayer. My doctor called yesterday and is concerned about the level of Prednisone I'm on for so long this time. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. When the doctor worries, I worry. I don't know what bad stuff it's doing to me, but I don't need anything else---with the "roids" and all.....

Monday, October 31, 2011

"I Believe in Miracles"

This past weekend, Butch and I were in Washington, D.C. for a Catholic "thing." This is what I shared with my girls. In "hindsight" it's kind of funny!

Hey Girls,
I wanted to share my experience with you. I've already typed this up to use as hidden journaling somewhere in one of my scrapbooks with a little more of my private thoughts. When I told your dad about it, he said he had these same feelings of "unworthiness." We are not the type that has spent a lot of time talking about our faith, but it's important to both of us just the same. Don't worry, we're not going all "holy roller" on you. But this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
I love you girls.
Mom

My Story:
October 27, 2011 we were in Washington, D.C. for the investiture in to a little known Catholic organization dedicated to promoting Catholic education in The Holy Land (side note: only 2% of the population in The Holy Land is Christian) to which you have to be nominated by your Bishop and ultimately approved by the Pope. People are "called" to this group due to their dedication to Catholic education here. It's not about "money." Kind of hard to explain.
The day of our practice, one of the ladies in charge said to us: “you are about to become “ladies" of the Papal Court---a very big “deal.” I immediately started to cry. Another “lady” in charge asked me if I was okay. I told her that I felt so unworthy and humbled---I didn't say "phony"---but that was at the heart of it. She said that I would not have been nominated or “called” if I was not worthy. I still felt kind of like a phony---I’m not the greatest Catholic in the world---irreverent, even--- but have certainly spent most of my life working and raising money for Catholic education. I have a deep seated faith in Catholic education. 
Then the day of the investiture---I have some health issues going on--even beyond my hives, my clothes aren’t quite right, the shoes hurt and then the pantyhose start to roll down. In all fairness, I haven’t had pantyhose on in years.  
I’m a nervous wreck. I’m such a “faller.” I was so afraid that I’d trip walking up the steps to the altar, or worse yet, those hose would roll all the way to the floor. I stood in the formation line literally shaking with fear. Then I said to myself, “okay, Lord, I can’t handle this. You brought me here, you are going to have to take care of me.” Then it hit me. I’d been praying since about the first of the year---2011---feeling that my spirituality was lacking and that I needed to do something---at that time, I prayed, “okay Lord, if you want me to do something, put it before me.” I was praying about this long before we were notified that we'd been nominated for this special honor. 
Suddenly, standing in the back of that most beautiful St. Matthew’s Cathedral, it hit me like a ton of bricks. THIS was it. He brought me to this. I suddenly was able to relax a little, trying to having faith that it would all turn out okay. 
As my pantyhose kept inching down, I had visions of them rolling all the way to the floor when I knelt to greet the Cardinal. They were right about my knees by now and seemed to stay put. Each time we had to kneel or stand, they creeped slightly lower. I kept saying, “please Lord, I can’t handle this. You need to do it.” I’m nervous about the steps up to the altar---seeing those hose in my mind take a final “roll” in front of the entire Church. 
I was the first of the “ladies” to go up---deja vu of my First Holy Communion. Right before my name was called, a knight stepped over and said, “let me help you.” I looked at him a little puzzled, but stepped out. All he did was take my elbow so I could make the first step. I was able to completely relax, make the rest of the steps, the hose “held” and I didn’t have any problems kneeling on the prieux dieux like I had during the rehearsal. 
Once I returned to my seat, I knew I had witnessed a miracle. Jesus had sent me that angel. The enormity of it was so strong. I was EXACTLY where HE wanted me to be. Now, I can’t let HIM down! I don't mean to sound so melodramatic, but it was the most incredible moment---I'm still crying.  
Faith is a powerful thing! And even though we're all "flawed" it's okay. Basically, if I was putting a label on myself, I'd say I was a "lazy" Catholic which has nothing to do with what I actually believe.
If you remember what it was like growing up Catholic---coming home from a retreat when you were in school---feeling all renewed and spiritual---that's exactly how this felt---except 10 times more. Little miracles happen every day and I intend to recognize them in my life.

There, I'm done.