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Crazy

Crazy, for not bombing Syria to pieces

I’m crazy, for trying as Congress won’t wage war

I’m crazy for taking the Bushies ambitions

and Afghanistan is oh so far

 

Russkies, want in on our global ambitions

Syria is on their radar right now

We’re crazy for trying’ no Russkies are dyin’

And our economy needs fixing now.

 

Brits and Frenchies aren’t dyin’,

Yet we still keep tryin, to

Keep the Russkies at bay now.

 

Crazy, American parents are not so

Their children are dying,

Why do we keep trying

To run the world as we want now.

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A horrific homage to Patsy Cline that was necessary under the circumstances. Dee

Resume

I think the current resume format is outdated, obsolete. Some people jump into technology right out of high school if they’re smart enough and the current resume format will not get that person, or me, an old fart, a job.

This is about what you’ve learned and who you learned it from.

Have people Count on Me, get an Education, Hard Work will make it happen: Parents

Be Honest and have Integrity: Parents

Ask Forgiveness, not Permission: my Brother

Be Committed and Determined: In-Laws

Be Joyful and Kind to All: Everyone, especially my Aunts, Nanny and Uncles

Know what You’re Doing: Mentors, you know who you are at work and how to know who will achieve wisdom

Wisdom: So many Sources, little nuggets to nudge people but it’s a personal thing to gain it

Perseverance: Many including my fellow off-leash advocates who I thank every day for their lessons in many of these categories

Respect: All but solidified by the Navy Captain who married us and shed a tear in the other room before deciding to do so

Routine: Our dog Zoe

Spirit and Structure: to my Nemeses over the years, I’ve earned these stripes

Love and using Logic rather than Emotion: My Dear Husband

Art, Architecture, Cooking, Humor and Law: several come to mind, thanks!

Loyalty: look to the Frat brother that never let me join but is my friend decades later

Patience: from the two Priests who taught me how to learn. Thanks Fr. C.

Volunteering: thanks to everyone from the feral cats and Greyhounds and humans who brought me and my teams in. Greys, thanks for showing me real speed and what I’ll never be able to do, run like the wind!

Forgiveness: I do not forgive heinous behavior to me or my friends/family lightly. Little things slide.

Tolerance: Yes, I was on the forefront years ago in human and civil rights and remain there

Teaching: thanks to teachers of every type. I salute you and wish to learn something new every day for the rest of my life. From the neighbor who taught me psychoses before I was eight to today, teachers are everywhere. You just have to be open to knowledge.

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It’s a very rough draft and not in order of importance but I think it might lend an interviewer an insight into the personality of the person to be hired. Of course you’d need prior job data and college criteria.

Even if job applicants use the regular format, would choosing one item on this list put them on top of the pile? Would you use several of these words in an interview to size up the applicant?

I wish I was 20 again and applying for my first job. No, I wish I was 16 and really worked hard to go to a great college. No, I wish I was eight and didn’t “coast.”  Dee

Vegetarian

Yes, I’m thinking of it. My husband has been away the past two weeks on business and I’ve been vegetarian. No, I haven’t lost 20 lbs. or anything but all he wants is meat and potatoes.

He only likes beef, not pork and only sometimes if I disguise chicken it’s OK. Especially yesterday’s chicken piccata, no fish as I know he is deathly allergic to it. Beef is OK on the grill or in a stew, but not every night.

Tonight I made my ten-minute lasagne (on this site) but couldn’t find no-boil noodles so it took me longer to cook the noodles, cool and cut them to size. In the end, he liked my choices (didn’t know about them) about a whole milk mozzarella and choice of ricotta.

It was his favorite lasagne to date. Let’s see, twelve years, four-hour lasagne, ten-minute lasagne, and now it’s about an hour before placing it in the oven. That’s what marriage is all about, compromise. I think he liked the pasta’s frilly edges that got crispy. Cheers! Dee

Judy Garland

helped me get my first solo apartment.

I was up at four this morning, and turned on a documentary about Prop 8 in California and how the Mormon church in Utah drove that debate, spent $22 million dollars (divulging only $2,000 in in-kind gifts, to the IRS), bankrupted church members, and caused many young people to commit suicide.

It was heartbreaking what they did to strong-arm and fund a coalition to change the Constitution in another state that has nothing to do with Utah. The parents of one boy who killed himself wrote a book telling of how much at peace they were after he was gone. Ugh. I would never place any church hierarchy above my children.

Many years ago I hated my new roommate who moved in with me. She was always ironing and telling me how smart she was and how much smarter she was than all of us on staff. Plus she never changed the litter box, only stuck deodorant things on the wall, but said box was next to the frig. Ick. Eating there was a problem, even though I liked the cat, and going out was expensive.

Years later I had cats and dogs but no-one who ever entered my home ever knew it by smell because of two litter pans, unscented litter, scooping all the time and dumping, scrubbing and bleaching every 48 hours.

Regarding the incredibly offensive roommate, an appointment was made for a lovely small 1-bedroom a few doors away. The owner, a young man, met me on the sidewalk and said it had already been rented 15 minutes prior. I was desperate and desolate.

I asked to see it anyway to see what else was going for that rate and he agreed to spend ten minutes showing it to me. I walked in, it was immaculate and on the windowsill was an 8×10 of Judy Garland. I knew right then he was a “friend of Dorothy” and he asked where I worked (politics) and his father was the chief judge in the state and he said: you have the place. It’s yours. I’ll call the other prospective tenant and say it didn’t work out.

The next week I moved in with huge windows and sills, fold-in blinds that made cabinets, seven huge windows including one in the bath, and hexagonal tiles on the bathroom floor. It was freezing in the winter but I loved having freedom and privacy and no roommates!

There is nothing Judy Garland cannot do where rainbows are concerned. She and her friends have helped me often over the years and I like to think I return favors to friends and shared causes. Wishing you well, Dee

Goals

I am retiring this blog at 3,000 posts. There are fewer than 30 to go. Should I stay on WordPress? What can I write about that will interest you?

If I stay on WP should I bring over some recipes and the Pantry and Cookbook series? I had it in my mind to quit at 2,000 and yes, I’ve heard about that. Now it’s 3K and a done deal. Pantry and Cookbook and How to Eat a Concord Grape are my mainstays.

Writing keeps me thinking and creating, just as finishing crossword puzzles is another item in my day that makes me happy.

My husband returns from a business trip today. I need to find something for dinner. Now I need to ask him to switch blogs. I’ve a solution, find the right person to help me do it, it’s like you really don’t want your dad to teach you how to drive. If we have a plan, someone else can make it a reality. Brilliant. Thanks, you already helped! Dee

 

 

Routine

When I was in college my parents bought my younger brother and sister a Collie, who kind of herded around the house.

My first dog was a retriever and she would look at her basket of toys by the front door anxiously to pick the right one with which to greet the friend or family member whose car she heard outside.

For the past ten years I’ve had an Aussie/X herder, also from the shelter. She has one bed with a view of the front door so no-one can leave. Every so often if she’s up around 4:00 in the morning she’ll come up to my pillow and lay her spine along mine so I can’t leave without her knowing about it.

Today I gave her a bath. She loves baths and has one at least every two weeks. Hair dryers are a no-no so I let her air dry for 24 hours then comb her out with Dee’s Torture Chamber of Horrors. Furminator, horse curry combs, oh no!

What herders love is ROUTINE. Also, if a herder likes something, once is not enough. So we go out before and after breakfast as she holds on for the second trip for me to bag the prize. I used to drive my husband to work in the morning in Texas, because it was so hot and he needed to be fresh for meetings. It became ROUTINE to take Zoe in the back of the car. My husband would get out across from his building by a bus stop. Zoe would jump into the front passenger seat and sit down like a human. Inevitably, everyone at the bus stop would point and burst out laughing. One time two police horses were behind us and she was in back. She looked back and freaked out as they were huge and about two feet from our rear bumper. That may have been the day the Federal court sentenced the Enron thieves.

After the bath, she gets to go for a quick walk as her prize. We just returned from that trip. Her daddy gets back this afternoon from a week on business so she and the house must be clean. Now all I need to do is fix myself up and figure out what to get for dinner.

I don’t know what I’d ever do without Zoe. We got her from the shelter at six weeks and she’ll be ten years old in January.Her routines have become mine. She knows that I’m the morning walker and Jim is the late night walker and knows how to set the stare, whine or paw. She knows I’m the food wench so twice a day I’m always on the hook.

While no dog can ever replace her or my first dog, I’m thinking no undercoat (fur all over the floor, tumbling tumbleweeds). Jim’s allergies are always an issue. Labradoodle? Portuguese Water Dog? I’m loving these little French Bulldogs but don’t want an accessory, I want a dog. Sorry, Frenchies, you can still call me Aunt Dee.

Not to worry. Zoe is healthy, and the happiest dog I’ve ever met in 20 years of working with pets. She’ll be around for years. Now she just has to dry so she can be combed out. Right now she’s on the floor six inches behind my office chair. Yes, try carrying an armload of laundry with her doing a serpentine in front, ready to trip you at any moment! But we love her. Tell me a story. Dee

Word of the Day

It comes from a dear non-classroom teacher who I’ve not seen for decades.

Elucidate

Before I was eight he taught me psychological diseases like fear of the number 13, Triskadekaphobia. I had to look each word up and get back to him with the answer. Way before personal computers, I put the Encylopaedia Brittanica to use.

Teachers are everywhere. You just have to seek them out. Right now Finding Forrester is one of my favorite films, a virtual JD Salinger connecting to a brilliant teen in the Bronx.

I am very lucky to have Forresters to call upon when needed. To G & J, thank you for everything. I didn’t try to write to be clever. I just write from my heart. The 500 words that were demanded in high school and college can now be written in a heartbeat, it’s just there, being unleashed as I wish our old dog could be. But that’s another story. Cheers! Dee

 

 

 

 

 

Oxymorons

Write a book on intuition. Some of us have it, some don’t. Reading about it will not help.

Have a dinner party and know exactly how, when and where to seat your guests and what to cook for them. Know how to steer the conversation when it goes to politics or religion and you want to get back to the shallow end of the pool before a guest or two drowns.

Should all the women of the world gang up and write a book on intuition? If we did, men would never read it. Certainly they would not understand it. Oh, I love gay men. They get it, and decorate and cook and talk to people like me.

I think this is one of the first things parents can pass along to their babies. Mommy and Daddy love you and we look for any sign of a need for food, nap or diaper change (Daddy usually disappears to the garage when that happens). You, kiddo, need to do the same. It’s OK to cry. Watch people. Know what they’ll do before they do or say it. Be one step ahead.

Read people. Anticipate. Act. If a friend comes over to my home crying I know something is wrong, offer tea or a glass of wine and whatever is wrong will come out and then we can make a plan to deal with it and I’ll have your back.

That’s the female world. I’ve worked with guys all my life and most are in love with their wives and nuts about their kids. They just can’t show it. This dichotomy must stop. My dad went out to play softball or touch football with ALL the kids in the neighborhood every summer evening after dinner. That was his rule. If the girls and little kids can’t play, I won’t play. We were tossing a softball to a three year-old  from several feet away and she ran to first base.

One thing I can say about my old man (yes, he’s old) is that he always had intuition. I do not believe that can be taught. We can talk about nature and nurture in another session. Thanks for reading! Less than 40 left. What do you think my next blog should be about? Don’t say start tweeting. Dee

But a book about intuition? That’s an oxymoron. Dee

Teachers, Too

As I age and gain wisdom I remember the teachers outside the classroom like two Mrs. H, one my piano teacher and the other my ballet instructor.

Then there were neighbors and smart folks who came along and were neighbors or friends of my parents. The G’s, we’re still in touch and he taught me words and made me think and she inspired what little artistic side I have that has been turned into cooking.

When I was 16 I was sent to Florida to supervise my little brother and sister. I also helped out another little girl in gymnastics. After she performed for her dad, he asked me what I wanted to be. I was 16, I didn’t know yet. He said doctors and lawyers only deal with problems, architects deal with dreams. That advice has resonated for years.

Of course family is there, especially my aunts and uncles. The couple who “adopted” me 19 years ago taught me a lot, and he married us and they taught me kindness. My two development professional friends, R and K, imparted a lifetime of professional knowledge and led me towards wisdom.

There is time to give credit to nemeses for building structure and spirit. May they be situated at the lowest level of Dante’s inferno for eternity. But yes, by their awful acts upon me they did enhance my education.

My husband has taught me to not take things personally, there’s always an intellectual reasoning and one must figure it out and act appropriately. That means don’t cry, figure out where they’re coming from and why and deal with it.

E from work years ago. He was so calm and understated and sat next to me for a couple of years, having taken 1/10 of my workload. He took on more than that. He was a vet who worked KP stateside in his final weeks of duty after Vietnam after refusing to go to Chicago to fire at citizens at the 1968 Democratic Convention. He taught me patience and to be strong in my beliefs. Heaven knows what he saw over there. I saw him for more hours a day than his wife did and he never said a word about it. RIP, E.

My in-laws are a constant source of information and support. J tells me all about the Civil War and M and I cook for three days and barely run into each other as we dance around her kitchen. Sorry, it is termed the War of Northern Aggression. Both have taught determination and a commitment to doing things right.

J and B. They taught me joy. They’ve been partners for years and I’ve always asked them if I could be the flower girl at their wedding.

H and P, another couple who taught me how to make a good friend of an ornery curmudgeon who is a great writer (sorry H) and perseverance in trying to make a point to the government.

CW for legal info and humor. He’s the most cynical man I’ve ever met and I love him dearly and will send him red vines and Toblerone any day.

Of course my parents come into play. Who else could teach a kid to lick and ice cream cone or sip milk from a straw? My parents taught me hard work and being a person others can count upon. Another is my brother who taught me that permission was not in the dictionary.

Then there’s my other brother, the brother-in-law that had no use for me until I was of use to him, helping with his kids over huge family holidays. We are in touch regularly and he calls me “sis” which is more than my blood brother does, he just says Yo Dee Ho Dee. Do not go there or I’ll quit 26 posts short of 3K! J has taught perseverance and faith.

Not teachers, this is a real exercise. Everyone I meet teaches me something and I try to learn something new every day. Let’s call this a start of a beautiful friendship (Casablanca). Buona notte, Dee

Job Descriptions

In under ten words tell me your job description. Not that you’re an engineer or psychiatrist. Tell me, in a nugget, what you do.

This is conjecture so take it as such:

Thomas Jefferson: Assure freedom.

Ben Franklin: Where’s my key?

Eleanor Roosevelt: Human Rights Worldwide.

Rosa Parks: Equality.

MLK Jr.: I Have a Dream.

Gloria Steinem: I’m a Writer, Get Your Hand off that Tail.

Oprah Winfrey: Billionaire who makes careers, also drinks for fellow campers.

Phil McGraw: Oprah made me famous.

Rachael Ray: Te Hee

Jay Leno: I have cars.

David Letterman: I have attitude.

Julia Child: Bon Appetit!

Padma Lakshmi: Pack your knives and go.

Any James Bond: Shaken, not stirred.

The Godfather:  My father made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Tom Cruise: I feel the need…. the need for speed!

Han Solo: May the Force be with you.

Me? I would say: Change a life every day.

Age and wisdom can be dangerous things and should be used sparingly. This week I want to help kids on a school bus and next week it’ll be someone else. I’ve been bullied as a child and want to help the bullied kids survive and thrive. Figure out what you do in ten words or less and do it better now that you are focused on your future. Dee