2486 I can hardly wait

Shock magazine will be on the newstands next week. I collect premiere issues. The word is . . . Gross photos. Uncensored stories. Rotting flesh. Celebs. Oh, goody. Sounds like just another laddie mag. Maybe I'll pass.

New York Post story: "One of the few launches from a major magazine publisher will hit newsstands on May 30 when Hachette Filipacchi Media unleashes Shock with a print run of 300,000 and a cover price of only $1.99.

"We think we are a category buster with a new product," said Hachette Filipacchi CEO Jack Kliger.

The magazine's content will range from the bizarre to the sexy - although only the Web site will have the nudity that made it into print in a French version, Choc, launched two-and-a-half years ago.

"We're certainly going to show images that press the envelope a little bit," said Mike Hammer, the editor-in-chief of the American version and formally the editor-in-chief of Dennis Publishing's Stuff."

Well, the price on the first issue looks OK. New issues are up around $4-$5.00. Newstand and subscription price means nothing. Wired is $10.00 a year because it is loaded with expensive advertising. I think there aren't a whole lot of advertisers for this genre.

2485 How's she doing?

Here's the record of my representative, Deborah Pryce, dist. 15 (Columbus, Grove City, Marysville) on immigration. Ohio's Senators, DeWine and Voinovich, are graded a D on this web site, Americans for Better Immigration, and she gets a C. Definitely a helpful site.

Update: As of today, DeWine went from a D to an F; Voinovich went from a D+ to a D.

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2484 Friday Fourteen on Immigration

To my knowledge, there is nothing going around called the Friday Fourteen, but Tran Sient's Watch had fourteen phrases that are obfuscating the issue, and this is Friday, so . . . It was too good to pass up.

1. Living in the Shadows – There is a very easy way to come out from the shadows. Walk right back where you came from and declare yourself free from shadows.

2. The jobs Americans will not do – I’m not going to take the time to rail against this again. It deserves its own post.

3. Undocumented immigrant/laborer – Oh please, we aren’t that stupid.

4. Nation of Immigrants – Perhaps we should erase the borders and declare ourselves to be an amorphous confederation of wanderers.

5. Comprehensive Immigration Bill/Reform – Let them stay and become citizens or we do nothing about the border. Either way its come one, come all. Screw you American Taxpayer.

6. Militarizing the border – If you don’t like it, go home and complain to the Mexican military/drug runners on your side of the border. See if they can help you.

7. We Are America – Over my cold dead corpse.

8. Legislation that would criminalize illegal immigrants – Call me confused. Is it currently legal to be illegal?

9. A day without Immigrants – Shouldn’t that have been ‘undocumented wandering laborers’? Why limit it to a day?

10. Pay back taxes – How much income tax does one pay on an ‘undocumented worker’s’ salary? I’m thinking that those W2s from the last five years are going to be hard to find.

11. Catch and Release – Large mouth, brim or trout?

12. Pro-Immigration – Pro-Illegal-Immigration

13. Path to Citizenship - Amnesty

14. Guest-Worker Program - Amnesty

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2483 Time to pack it in

These 18 Republicans need to be removed the next time they come up for reelection. I've borrowed the list from Powder Blue Report and haven't checked, but I see DeWine and Voinovich of Ohio are on the list of Republican Senators who voted against enforcing our immigration laws (Johnny Isakson's amendment).

We've got a serious ménage à trois here with the unions, the Democrats and business interests. The unions need fodder for membership; Democrats need a permanent class of victims for votes; and shoddy businesses need cheap labor. Any American who thinks we benefit from this cheap labor needs to look at the other side of the ledger and total the social costs, including crime, education, housing, uninsured drivers and health care to name just a few. Most states are going bankrupt from Medicaid costs--but illegal immigrants can get it. Amnesty. Shamesty. They aren't interested in U.S. citizenship--they're just sending money home. Their own worthless government needs it so their light skinned Euro leaders can stay in power.

I personally don't think we need a wall, a fence or new laws. We need some law enforcement. What if the rest of us just decided to stop obeying laws we don't find economically convenient--like income tax, zoning, family leave, Title IX, emission standards. If illegals can do it, why can't we? But these idiots don't even see the need to secure the borders while they figure out what to do. How many more millions will stream across while these folks dither and quiver?

Bennett (R-UT)
Brownback (R-KS)
Chafee (R-RI)
Coleman (R-MN)
Collins (R-ME)
Craig (R-ID)
DeWine (R-OH)
Graham (R-SC)
Hagel (R-NE)
Lugar (R-IN)
Martinez (R-FL)
Murkowski (R-AK)
Shelby (R-AL)
Snowe (R-ME)
Specter (R-PA)
Stevens (R-AK)
Voinovich (R-OH)
Warner (R-VA)

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We miss you Dad

My Dad died four years ago--May 18, 2002. This photo, which I think was taken about a year before he died, makes me smile because he's standing in front of a shelving unit with a plate behind his head, and it looks like a halo! Christians don't believe we'll become angels, but we do believe in a bodily, physical resurrection, and I know that someday Dad won't have the frail body you see in this photo. He'll be strong and healthy and doing the Lord's work.

Thursday Thirteen about the Da Vinci Code

Don't let Dan Brown or Ron Howard ensnare you in their web. The book and movie are fiction, but even the background that Brown calls "fact" is false. If I wrote a novel and screenplay about 9/11 and placed the WTC in Columbus, OH, and made the terrorists Dutch nationals you'd probably think it a bit screwed up even if Tom Hanks played the lead.

The New Testament was pretty much completed before the end of the first century after Christ, so Brown's just a victim of his own imagination on that one. The Priory of Sion has been proven to be a hoax, not from the 11th century, but from the 1950s created by Pierre Plantard. Brown's whole novel depends on this hoax, which he claims to be fact.

1) The Council of Nicaea didn't decide the divinity of Jesus. There have been Dan Browns around for 2,000 years and a few in 325 for the Council.

2) Long before the Council of Nicaea (325 AD), Jesus declares himself God to his followers and they believed him. Brown ignored not only the testimony of Jesus, all his disciples, the writers of the Gospels but also these men (called church fathers), all of whom wrote for believers before the Council took place:

3) Ignatius and Clement, 1st century

4) Justin Martyr, Irenaeus and Tertullian, 2nd century

5) Origen, Novatian, Cyprian and Methodius, 3rd century

6) Lactatius and Arnobius, 4th century

7) Mary Magdalene was the first witness to the resurrection and wasn't a prostitute.

8) There is no Biblical evidence that Jesus was married, and no reason to keep it a secret if he was. His first miracle was at a wedding; he held a much higher view of marriage than the current Christian church.

9) Da Vinci says the figure in the painting is John. He's the artist, so he should know.

10) There's a lot of evidence that Dan Brown plagarized huge sections of another book and there's huge evidence that by the end of the first century A.D. Christians accepted the current books of the Bible. So who you gonna believe? A guy who makes his living writing fiction and laughs all the way to the bank, or the guys who died for their beliefs?

11) Constantine had converted to Christianity, so he wasn't a pagan, and he had nothing to do with deciding books for inclusion.

12) The Dead Sea Scrolls are Jewish and pre-date Jesus.

13) Gnostic gospels were written much later than the books of the New Testament and are basically Greek, not lst century Jewish. They also did not value women, as Jesus clearly did.

"Discussing the Da Vinci Code" by Lee Strobel and Garry Poole, Zondervan, 2006.

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2481 My new walking companion

My walking routine is up to about 2.5-3 miles a day, depending on the weather. Joining another group of ladies here and abroad on the internet has really helped. Yesterday at the library I checked out the audio book "Christ the Lord; out of Egypt" by Anne Rice. I've never read her vampire stuff--actually, I rarely read fiction unless it is selected by my book club. This book has had excellent reviews (but then, many like Dan Brown's fictionalized/ fabricated "history" too). This book uses a real person, Jesus as a young child, but is based on the Gospels and New Testament scholarship--not that that would guarantee a faithful reinterpretation of the facts, but I'll give it a shot--for a walk in the park.

2480 I want one of these

Seen at CafePress.

2479 What's wrong with this picture?

Technorati today says there are 39.9 million blogs, so let's just say 40 million. And I am ranked 2,523, but I'm not in the top 100,000. OK, I can handle that. I don't think it has a way to track all seven of my blogs together, and even blogger.com gets that number wrong, showing something like 9,000+ posts when I can only find about 3,500. But here's a strange thing. Technorati has a little chart that tells how many posts you have per day. This chart says I posted 15 times on May 11. Now that was Thursday Thirteen, but there were only 3 posts. It doesn't count comments, because there were 40. So what is it tracking?The number one blog on technorati is in Chinese. They have a few billion head start on us. There are some gadget blogs doing well like Gizmodo and Lifehacker. Left wing bloggers have spawned, regardless of what they say about the right taking over the country. A couple of blogs I link to are in the top 100.

2478 What I don't understand about safety

I'm just saying, does this make sense to you, because I don't get it.

No one has died from exposure to DDT. But millions die every year in the third world from malaria which could be virtually eradicated by DDT spraying of standing water.

Pain medications that help millions are pulled off the market and the drug companies are sued if a couple of elderly men die of a heart attack while taking them. This leaves millions to live a life of disability from chronic pain.

No one seems able to decide if HRT is safe for menopausal women. Meanwhile a few million of them wish they were dead or are so depressed from lack of sleep they could qualify for disability.

Illegal immigrants are bringing virulent strains of TB into the food prep areas of our restaurants, and to the crowded houses and apartments they are sharing with other "undocumented" folks, some children in our schools, but we're getting movies and warnings about birds who also ignore our borders.

Bariatric surgery has a rather high morbidity and mortality rate (in my opinion), and even higher for the duodenal switch. Diet drugs disappear from the market if studies show a few random heart attacks or strokes. Why not this surgery for weight loss which is becoming increasingly popular?

Artificial fingernails are a cesspool of germs in every study. Why do you still see women with them in hospitals, clinics, veterinary facilities and food prep areas?

Taking a wild guess, I'd say, "follow the money." If there is no drug company to sue, safety is a lower priority for protest groups.

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Menopause
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2477 What several strokes feel like

BigMamaDoc writes about her series of strokes two weeks ago--and I wondered as I read it if being a doctor helped her at all, or if what saved her was her sister who knew she was acting peculiar and got her to the ER. She said everything was irritating her, like she was being rubbed down with sandpaper.

I'll always be grateful to the doctor my daughter worked for, who instead of firing her, told her she was getting so crabby, he wanted her to see an endocrinologist. He found a massive goiter, starting to suffocate her, and when it and her thyroid were removed, they found the cancer.

So if you're acting strangely, let's hope someone doesn't keep quiet about it.

2476 Americans are losing to the Brits

the battle of the bulge. We are more likely to be overweight and are less healthy. I looked all through the article in JAMA 2006;295:2037-2045, and "based on self-reported illnesses and biological markers of disease, US residents are much less healthy than their English counterparts and these differences exist at all points of the SES distribution." The study used citizens over 50 who were non-Hispanic whites so that they weren't dealing with problems of immigration in either country.

Still, I submit that a white American isn't ethnically or genetically the same as a white citizen of Britain. Even though we speak English, that is not our dominate ethnic group. All of my father's ancestors were Scots-Irish, all of my mother's were Swiss and German (although there was no Germany when they arrived here). I think the researchers need to take a closer look at our differences, not just our social economic scores and education levels.

Smoking is a big problem in both countries in this age group, and that contibutes to lung disease, cancer, and myocardial infarctions. But obesity is, pardon the pun, huge in the USA contributing to higher rates of diabetes, hypertension, and myocardial infarctions.

I read this article in print, which is much easier than in pixels, but you can click open the tables and see the information. You really can't dispute that we're fat and not so healthy. I just don't think they've sniffed out the reasons for the differences (other than weight).

2475 Pervert in the library

The Annoyed Librarian is back! She writes about the recent arrest of a pervert using a library terminal to solicit teen-agers for sex.

"I hope the ALA strikes hard and fast to defend the right of this pervert to pick up teenage girls with public library computers. Don't the New York State Police realize that it is an invasion of his privacy and intellectual freedom to arrest him for soliciting sex from a minor on a public library terminal?"

You go girl.

2474 Da Vinci Code Movie

I've written about this at my other, other blog.

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2473 Screaming at the radio

Bob Conners, a local radio drive-time talk personality on WTVN 610 a.m. has a beautiful voice. He finds interesting things to talk about and occasionally interviews people about the economy or tourism or education. What makes me want to scream at the radio is the taped interviews for public service announcements. Last week it was a woman describing some kind of nursing program. Her voice was like fingernails on a blackboard--so nasal and unpleasant. And she spoke so fast, I couldn't wait to finish parking the car so I could jam the off button. Don't producers or sound engineers help these people?

Six Ten also has terrible male "voices" doing weather updates. There was (is?) a guy with a Greek surname whose diction and phrasing were so bad that I'd immediately change stations if he came on. I'd rather look out the window and take my chances. Not only was it "rip and read," but I would actually blush on his behalf. He was either an intern or the owner's son-in-law looking for work. I hope someone told him he didn't have the right face for radio.

2472 Reality advice

Columbus Alive (local entertainment newspaper) has an advice column called "Heart to heart." The last issue addressed the problem of a 22 year old woman who was watching so much reality TV that her boyfriend complained because they could never go anywhere or do anything. The advice maven suggested she pick 2 shows to follow and realize she was doing it to save the relationship. Now, if it were me, I'd have suggested she dump the boyfriend, because obviously he was so boring she was numbing her mind with reality TV.

2471 Glenn Beck doesn't get it

Glenn Beck doesn't seem to realize this battle's been lost. Today, as I listened in the car, he's taking calls about a survey that reports 48% of Americans think it is OK for mothers to leave their children in day care and go to work. (That's a paraphrase.) He's the father of new-born girl, of a one-year old adopted son, and two teen-age daughters from his first marriage. As he says, it is the pot calling the kettle black, but he thinks it is best for young children to be raised by a parent, not a care provider.

A child comes into the world already formed. Intelligence, personality, physical appearance, and predisposition to many health problems are already in place.--practically carved in stone. You get to contribute 1%--the values they'll carry to adulthood. Why would anyone want to turn that over to a stranger, if this is your only chance to make a difference post-conception?

On Mother's Day I wrote here about attempting to return to work part time when my children were small and deciding to wait until they were in school when I got a close look at the options. That said, I believe there are some home situations where it's probably better for a child to be gone 10 hours a day (or even it's entire life) rather than live in chaos; unfortunately, those moms are probably not finding quality substitutes. They are such poor mothers, they probably wouldn’t even know good day care if they found it.

Today at the coffee shop a single mom who lives with her boyfriend and 3 sons told me about babysitting for a friend. The other woman, also a single mom of two, has an abusive boyfriend and needed to get away. While he's spreading his sperm around central Ohio, she lives with her father, his girlfriend and her son, and a recently returned sister and her family, all under one roof. Can you imagine the chaos for all those children? Not a married father in the entire household!

The poverty rate for single women who had their first child before 21, didn't finish their schooling or marry their child’s father is extremely high. If she has married the father of her children and completed high school her children will probably not grow up poor. A step-father later doesn't really change the statistical mix that much, for the children's future.

Women--you have the power to change the world. Use it.

Monday Memories--the lost beds

Have I ever told you about our lost and missing beds?

No one noticed they were gone. Until sometime in 1987. We were planning where our house guests would sleep. Then we noticed. We had lost or misplaced many beds.

What happened to our "marriage bed" is anyone's guess. We don't remember where we got it, or where it went, but when we moved from our honeymoon apartment in Indianapolis in 1961 to Illinois, the bed didn't make the trip. When we moved from Maude's furnished room in Urbana to the apartment in Champaign on Third Avenue, we brought over a grandmother‘s bedroom suite with a lumpy and saggy mattress. After the baby was born in 1961 we splurged and spent $60 on a new box springs and mattress from the Champaign Mattress Factory. Did those delivery fellows haul the old one away?

That new "ortho" bed moved to our first house, the White Street duplex with us, and later grandma’s furniture went to Tamara and Sasha (who drank too much) when we bought our lovely oiled walnut set (which we still have). Mom and my sister came on visits so we bought an orange daybed that sort of looked like a couch. It was terribly uncomfortable. Later my brother came and took the crib and dresser for his baby, Amy. The last time I saw the dresser it was around 1984 in Florida. Our baby’s plaid pram with the folding mattress went to the guy who also bought my trombone.

When we moved from White Street to Charles Street, we had an extra bedroom. We bought another double bed mattress set from the mattress factory. The orange daybed moved to Charles Street and then back to White Street (which we kept as a rental property) when we decided to rent the second floor apartment out as a furnished place. Only one double bed went with us to Columbus, Ohio in 1967, so one of them must have gone to the apartment for the renters.

After being in Columbus about 3 weeks, we bought a king size bed from a mattress factory and put the other one in the second bedroom of our apartment on Farleigh Road. Later the top mattress was damaged in the move from the apartment to our house on Abington Road in 1968 (where we lived for 34 years). It got so lumpy from the broken springs that in 1974 I purchased two long twin top mattresses from Lazarus. I have no idea where the King size top mattress went.

Meanwhile, two more baby cribs and a port-a-crib were purchased. The red one was given away to a welfare mother. We still have the green crib and the port-a-crib was finally put in a yard sale last year. For some reason I've been anticipating grandchildren all these years and didn’t let go of those cribs.



25 years later in a truck bed
When the children outgrew the cribs, we bought bunk beds for one and used the double bed (mattress factory #2) for the other. We also bought folding single bed for guests. It was used maybe three times; we sold it to my friend Susan, who later also bought the bunk beds when our son outgrew them. With no place for company to sleep, we bought a couch that converts to a queen size bed around 1978. It was in the family room for years and then was given away around 1993.

We bought our daughter a queen size waterbed with under bed storage and a bookshelf headboard when she was a teen. We sold her old bed to the person who answered the ad for the dresser that matched the red crib that went to the welfare mother. We also bought a soft sided waterbed in 1983 for ourselves. We gave our son one half of the king size bed (whose box springs came from the mattress factory and the mattresses from Lazarus) and gave the other half to his friend George (who changed his name to Stuart after a rock star).

When our daughter graduated from high school in 1986 she moved out and took her waterbed. A whiz at packing, she stuffed it all in the back of a Ford Fiesta. Only the crack in the dining room ceiling remained. I bought a navy blue pull out couch and put it in her empty room. Then our son graduated in 1987, moved into his own apartment and wanted his bed (the one-half of our king size). That left his room empty. Meanwhile our daughter, following a family tradition, lost her waterbed in a move to another apartment. So we gave her the navy blue couch around 1990 and she got rid of it in 1994 (how I don‘t know).

I inherited my parents’ maple bedroom suite in 1990 (which had been at Mom's retreat center in Franklin Grove, IL) and that went into our son’s empty room for a few years and then traveled up to the Lake house when I converted his bedroom to my office. Since we already had 2 beds in the Lake house guest room, there was some swapping and donating done. My friend Helen got one. Friends at the Lake gave us a wonderful old style metal double bed with mattress for our daughter’s room in Columbus. I painted it green to match the dresser that matched her baby crib which was in storage. In 2001 we replaced that mattress giving it to our son who had separated from his wife and needed a bed for his bachelor apartment. When they reconciled, he dumped that bed. We replaced our water bed (I have no idea where it went) and bought a queen size mattress set after trying out two others and rejecting them. The faithful old army cot purchased in 1961 and rarely used was sold in our daughter's garage sale in 2001.


My parents’ maple twin set (from Illinois) has come back to Columbus from the lake and the metal bed is back at Lakeside from which it came in our guest room.

Would you believe we had to borrow a bed from our daughter when we put the house on Abington up for sale in 2001 so one bedroom would look right?


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2469 Say hello to a new teacher

In April JK graduated from college and has now started her first job--teaching special needs children. What a challenge. She's positive, sensitive, beautiful, has a can-do spirit, and usually writes a Thursday Thirteen, which is how I started following her story. If you were or are a teacher, or ever had a teacher who mattered in your life, stop by her site and give her a hug or a word of encouragement. [I find her site a tad difficult to navigate, but if you click on "currently" you should find her latest entry.]

2468 Dixie Chicks

They wouldn't have gotten that much time on 60 minutes if they'd been pro-Bush, now would they?

Video of 60 minutes interview here.
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2467 Mothers' Day Musing #2

Business Schools are targeting at home Moms according to a Wall St. Journal article on May 10 by Anne Marie Chaker available here in Career Journal. It could cost you anywhere from $5-10,000 for a 2 week tune-up. Such a deal! Those must have been some high paying jobs those mommies left.

There's never been much money in being a librarian, so no one targeted me when I decided to return to the labor force in 1977. I sort of fell into it when my friend Ana Llorenz, the Romance languages librarian at OSU called and told me that there was a listing for a fill-in for Marti Alt who would be out on maternity leave. Yes, in those days, libraries had enough soft money to replace someone who would be gone for a few months. I took the job and that led to a 3+ year position in agricultural economics.

But some years before that, Sandy Boyd who worked in Cataloging, my old department, and I had put together a job sharing plan and tried to shop it to the department head. In the early 70s, during the first wave of the current feminist movement, there was tremendous pressure on women to get into the labor force. I was the spoil sport. I started looking around at child care options (my children were then in about 4 and 5). Even in our nice suburb it seemed grim. One woman was on a busy corner with no fenced yard; someone else had a dog that looked a little dicey to me; the churches that offered child care near the university were not in good neighborhoods. So I backed off for four more years until the children were in third and fourth grade. I never regretted it, and can't see that it made any difference in my career track.

One woman who took advantage of Harvard's New Path program used it to develop her custom cake business. Sweet.

2466 Mothers' Day Musing

"Accidents Happen. Mornings after can be tough" is the new poster for the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecology urging doctors to tell women to keep a prescription for "emergency" birth control handy. (That's also known as the "morning after," Plan-B or "mega-regrets" pill.)

I wonder how many of the doctors, ad agency employees and maybe you, the reader here, were the result of an "accident" or unintended conception. Fortunately, many of us were conceived in a kinder, gentler more humanistic era--like the Great Depression or WWII. Possibly our parents weren't thrilled, but soon learned to love us and make do. And then others, well, you got lucky I guess and slipped on through despite the laws protecting choice and the peer pressure your mom experienced to abort when it just wasn't the right time to start a family or you were too close to your sibling. Congratulations on showing up!

Happy Mothers' Day

to all of you who are mothers or had a mother or still have a mother. That ought to be just about everyone. Sorry, but I got the best.

My mother-in-law and my mother, together in 1993

2464 Big Update

Today I updated all seven of my blogs. One has been on the back burner for several months, and I just never got around to finishing it (dated December), but now they have all been put to bed. Actually, counting LISNews.com, I have eight, but I rarely post there anymore.

2463 The 45th TOSRV

TOSRV means Tour of the Scioto River Valley, and the 45th is this week-end, May 13-14, 2006. The challenge isn't so much the terrain, as the weather. I think it is generally just awful, no matter when the cyclists try to do this 210 mile round trip from Columbus to Portsmouth. My right hand man for several years when I was the Vet librarian rode in TOSRV and he also ran marathons. He was sort of a small, wirey guy--I'm not real tall, but I'm taller than he was. He became a woman. I'll always miss him.

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2462 Church potlucks

are ubiquitous. But golf tournaments? Who knew? They want you to take your pastor out for a game of golf--the site says 50% of the pastors have considered leaving the ministry in the last 3 months. Maybe you shouldn't wait until September (date of the event).

2461 Are you a statistics freak?

Here's a quick overview of my statistics for the past year.

There are two noticeable places where you see an increase in hits. The first is in October when I moved the site reader to the top of the page. I can't remember where I saw that hint, but apparently if it is too far down, the little robotic spiders can miss it and some hits won't be counted. Then on Jan. 5, 2006 I wrote my first Thursday Thirteen, and I think in February I started Monday Memories. These are called Memes and you invite people to participate. I see that some of you like Carmen (so far the only blogger interested in applying to be my daughter-in-law) and Lazy Daisy (a pastor's wife and mother of a librarian) get a huge number of comments on Thursday. Carmen got 106! Wow. I can't imagine how you get around to visit everyone who drops their name and address at your blog. Are you speed readers?

And you should see the dip on Saturdays and Sundays. Apparently, there's a lot of blogging going on at work.

Today TLB isn't recognizing me, and for years it has said I average 71 hits a day, which is silly because it is usually 170-180, but today, sigh, he said I don't even exist!

2460 Dr. Sanity wonders why

The only time I read the "loyal opposition" is at some of the library sites, but Dr. Sanity is questioning the left, who I think are in the media or the new media (i.e. bloggers). And she simply asks the questions we've all thought about:

"You wonder why--if America is so terrible--we have a problem with too much immigration; and people desperately trying to get into the country. You wonder why--if America is so awful a place; on the verge of dictatorship--people (especially the loudmouths on the left--aren't scrambling for the last planes in a desperate attempt to get out to the safety of, say, Chavez' Venezuela (a much more progressive and enlightened part of the world); or peaceloving Iran (whose president genuinely seeks dialog with us).

Why, if whatever we do is imperialistic, immoral, and BAD, are re-enlistments in our warmongering military at an all-time record high? Are all those men and women stupid and foolish to throw their lives away for a system that doesn't care if they live or die--as long as it gets its oil?

Why, if everything in this country is going to hell in a handbasket, does its damn economy keep growing--at a rate faster than any other country in the world to be precise--even as gas prices rise and apparently destroy anyone's ability to put food on the table, let alone enjoy American Idol or their other favorites on TV."

Actually, Dr. Sanity, I'm concerned that Americans have it so good that they have to watch American Idol to get a little tension going.

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen enjoyable things I've done since last Thursday. Have I mentioned I love being retired and being able to schedule anything I want to do?

1) Had dinner at a restaurant with my daughter while our guys were out of town on Friday.

2) After dinner we browsed a jewelry store and then a book store--something our husbands would find really boring.

3) We were guests at a Kentucky Derby dinner party on Saturday. My husband picked the winner and got 1/3 of the pool (2 others picked Barbaro). Saturday morning I hung a photography show at our Lytham Rd. campus with Howard. That hanging space is not as good as our other campus, so it's a bit of a challenge.

4) Sang in choir at two services on Sunday--"God so Loved the World." It was so beautiful my teeth hurt.

5) Met with our couples group from church Sunday evening at a home settled in a beautiful ravine for an evening of sharing and prayer.

6) Helped check-in and shelve books at the church library on Monday morning. Got to look at a lot of the new titles, and even some that were added when I was the church librarian 20 years ago. Took two long walks in the wonderful Spring weather. Updated my hobby bloggy.

7) Tuesday was cover-those-roots-day, with a visit to Melissa who worked her magic. Updated my church blog. Walked 2 miles in the old neighborhood.

8) In the afternoon on Tuesday I helped for several hours with the church picture directory. This is my fourth time slot for this--the first picture directory the church has done in nine years.

9) Writing class met on Wednesday at the public library, using my suggested topic. We've decided to stop bringing snacks--no one needed them but we all ate them anyway.

10) Choir met on Wednesday evening. Our Mozart Requiem concert has been postponed until October, so I'll be able to participate. The original date was Memorial Day Week-end. I'm still amazed they let me sing with them--it's such fun.

11) Cleaned like a possessed Flylady on Thursday, made the menu, checked it twice. Bought the whistles (see this entry).

12) Thursday the Visual Arts Ministry will finalize plans for the fall and next spring. The church will be celebrating its 50th anniversary in the fall, and that committee may need some assistance--although we have no budget. We don't hang shows in the summer, but are scheduling through 2007.

13) And finally, I'll set the table on Thursday and prepare to welcome my guests on Friday evening, relaxed and ready to enjoy myself. All events are better if the hostess is rested and happy.



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2457 More about skin care

If you are 60+, your left arm probably looks a little older than your right arm. For you youngsters, that's because in the "olden days" automobiles didn't have air conditioning, at least not the ones we drove in our teens and twenties when most of the sun damage happens. So we steered with our right hand, casually laid our left arm on the open driver's side window, with perhaps the index finger touching the steering wheel (if you're reading this across the pond, this will probably be reversed). Consequently, your left arm got a lot more sun and wind burn than your right. Pause to reflect: I'm sure Murray will correct me on this and say that the index finger controlled the car and the right arm was around his girl friend of the moment.

Or at least I thought this about my own arms as I was smearing on my Peaches and Creme this morning. So I counted brown spots, aka age spots (I'm retired and have time to do this). I have about 10 tiny spots on my right arm (if you are a Caucasian gardener or a golfer, your entire arm is probably a brown spot). My left arm is about the same but it has a slightly splotchy look, like there might be dozens of baby brown spots ready to bloom. It had one large spot which I had removed 2 weeks ago which still looks extremely mad that it got burned off. It wasn't precancerous the doctor said, just an ugly brown spot.

2456 Slip into bed

According to the beauty experts, your skin loses moisture while you sleep. "Forget the facelift" author says that you should cover your body with a rich lotion before hitting the sheets. Unless you're sleeping with my guy, then he may comment and wake you up to say something smells funny in the bedroom.

I don't care much for the current popularity of fruity or botanical fragrances. All the ones I liked died with the 60s and 70s and went to fragrance heaven (Shulton's Desert Flower, Prince Matchabelli's Summer Shower). But recently I bought a bottle of "Peaches and Creme" by Kiss My Face (got it at Trader Joe's) with alpha hydroxy acids, and I love it. I smell just like a peach pie fresh from the oven. Also, it is so much more reasonably priced than many moisturizers.

And I like alpha hydroxy products. I remember reading an article in a peer-reviewed dermatology journal about 10 years ago--they really do improve your skin. What www.kissmyface.com says:

"Alpha Hydroxy Acids are all-natural, safe and gentle substances found in fruits and sugar cane. This 4% AHA moisturizer is recommended for daily use on the face or body. This powerful moisturizer helps unblock and cleanse pores, speeds up the exfoliation process, allows new healthy skin cells to emerge, reduces discoloration and age spots, and quickly absorbs. As always, our products contain no animal ingredients, artificial colors, or unnecessary chemicals and were not tested on animals."

Thank you. Now Kiss My Face.

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What I've written about health

Stem Cell research

Syphilis on the increase

Dog bites

Diabesity

About safety

Chromosomes

Liberal states and high abortion rates

Americans and Brits

Accidents happen

Skin care

Whistle Stop Pot Luck

Dream Mom has a dream

Visit to the dermatologist

Socioeconomic groups and health care

It's the snacks

Pediatric obesity, downloads and deafness

Health care mess: book review

endometrial stem cells

allergies

voice problems

Mortality after hospitalization of a spouse

Health benefits of chewing gum

Death risk in 4 years

Health problems you can control

Polio epidemics

Avian Flu

FEMA--is this what you want for health care?

Cardiovascular Aging

Natural Tobacco

Illnesses and injuries I've had

MSMs and STDs

BMI at midlife

Exercise and Alzheimer's

Fat pills for dogs

Hand disinfection

Elizabeth Edwards

Children's sports medicine

Calorie restriction and health

Thursday Thirteen walking goals

Yoga and obesity in children

Golf swings and health issues

Government health care

Women who snore

Low birth weight and depression

Smoking and back pain

Vegetarianism and health

Testing malaria drugs on children

Protecting your skin

Statistics

Get the lead out

Chromosomes

Comparing health care costs over 40 years

Obamacare or Affordable Care Act

2455 Aging is a growth industry

because of all you baby boomers. Then Gen-X will be coming right up. Anyway, this fellow (long name) thinks we ought to have physical activity areas for older adults just like the McDonald's Playlands for children. Actually, considering how many overweight older adults I see hanging out at McDonald's, I think they should install them there.

Another U of I researcher says that physical fitness in older adults provides them a better sense of self-worth and improves their sense of happiness. "If we could bottle this stuff, we'd make a fortune selling it." says Ed McAuley, a kinesiology professor.

Both items are from Illinois Alumni, Vol. 18, Is. 4, Jan/Feb 2006, pp. 18-19

2454 Writing family memoirs

Today it is my turn to contribute the prompt for my writing group. I submitted, "List or expand on the ten pleasures, delights, frustrations, joys, or challenges of writing, collecting, or expanding family memoirs in the style you have chosen." After I started on the topic, I ended up with 4 typewritten (wp), single spaced pages, and I didn't even mention the class as one of the joys. The intent when I suggested it, was that the writer might record a map or a template for the one who follows, because you are always building a foundation for someone else's work.

I'm not going to post it here (aren't you glad). But one of the frustrations is that once I found genealogy on the internet, I was swamped and had to reinterpret who I was. Looking through family Bibles when I was young, I determined that both my parents were seventh generation Americans, both Church of the Brethren, one German descended, the other Scots-Irish. That made me eighth. For maybe 30 years, if the subject ever came up, I said, "I'm eighth generation American."

Then I joined a genealogy listserv for Church of the Brethren and found surname websites and county histories on the internet. I uncovered my foremothers' maiden names. And I found Cousin Dan. I bought his CD of my Wenger side (a lot of Mennonites) of the family "Hans and Hannah Wenger; North American Descendants" because the BOOK HAD 3,300 PAGES! Over three thousand pages of family I didn't know about until 1996!

I just printed off the "short list" from my FamilyTreeMaker for my ancestors--it runs to 20 pages, and I'm now 13th not 8th. It is messing with my mind.

Wenger Winger Wengert Wengerd Wingert Wingerd Wingard Whanger Reunion meets the 3rd week-end of August near Akron, PA. I've never attended.

Chart of the Brethren

2453 Firefox vs. Internet Explorer

Occasionally I switch to Firefox because there are certain blogs that I like that just shut down my whole operation if I try to view them in IE. It's really aggrevating, especially if you are clicking through a bunch of links through Mr. Linky's fine little program. Also, I've seen blogs that are virtually unreadable with half the text not viewable in Firefox, that are easily readable in IE. I just looked at Joan's site, Daddy's Roses, in Firefox and it is bizarro, as are her sisters'. You put up with this poor quality, Mr. Cloud, so you can keep open tabs? No thank you! I know that when I insert quotes or stories in boxes or dashes that work just fine in IE, they appear acres later in Firefox, after all the sidebar stuff.

Also, why the rush to leave blogger.com for WordPress or LiveJournal or your own domain? I've yet to see one of those that looked better, and here's why. Because often you can do MORE with them, and in reading text, MORE is not BETTER. You should strive for a bit of clarity and simplicity if you want people to READ. Blinking, flashing, burping and bouncing will make your readers ADHD if they weren't before.

Thank you for your attention. I know nothing will change. But sometimes it is important to spit into the wind.

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2452 Farewell to The New Leader

At lunch today I was reading the library's copy of The New Leader, final issue, January/April 2006. I told my husband it was a liberal magazine, folding after 82 years of publication. He asked me why. I looked through the foreword by Arthur M. Schlesigner Jr. (didn't know he was still alive--one of JFK's men) and didn't see a reason, although there was a sort of snarky remark about a conservative "small" magazine, The Nation, which "thanks to George W. Bush, Dick Cheney and its editor Katrina vanden Heuvel, now claims to have 200,000 subscribers and to be approaching a profit for the first time in its history." Whoa, is that sour grapes, or what?

So I told him I thought most print magazines were struggling with subscribers and advertising revenues. But I never really did see a reason listed. However, it is a well written magazine, and this issue is sort of a historical overview by many well-known writers including George Gilder, who says when he wrote for it, an independent mind was demanded, Diane Ravtch, of the first Bush administration, and Daniel Bell, who's written 14 books. An 82 year life in the political/cultural media is nothing to sneer at.

Octogenarian, one of my links, wrote about this in January.

2451 The little blog that could

When an internet business blog, Maine Web Report, criticized Warren Kremer Paino Advertising, which advertised with the state's office of tourism, the owner Lance Dutson was sued. He tried to get help from his chamber of commerce and Nancy Marshall of the PR agency for the office of tourism, but

"My local chamber of commerce, where I am a member and vendor, and where I volunteer several hours a week of my time producing their e-newsletter, was one of Marshall’s first targets. The chamber’s website features a ‘member news’ section, and in October I had placed a fairly innocuous story about the pay-per-click campaign there.

Under pressure from Marshall, the chairman of the board of directors decided to not only censor this story, but remove the ENTIRE member news section from the site, and replace it with a blank page."

Portland Press pretty much ignored the story of the harassment of a little blogger business, possibly Lance speculates, because it uses the same attorney that filed the law suit against him. (Remember a few entries back I mentioned "Dance with the one who brought you" in media advertising?)

mock ad by Spittle mocking the Office of Tourism

You can click over to Lance's web report for several entries on this, but to cut to the chase, Media Bloggers Assocation came to his rescue with hundreds of blogs highlighting Maine's heavy handed tactics and offers of legal assistance.

So if you can't get help from your professional organization (are you listening American Library Association) and your elected officials are beholden to the folks you're criticising and your local media can't be brave because they'll lose advertising or are afraid of law suits too, who you gonna call on?

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Monday Memories

Did I ever tell you about my plan to open a bookstore?

After three really terrific contract librarian positions at Ohio State University from 1978-1983, I finally landed a full-time, tenure-track, faculty rank job. Problem was, it was incredibly clerical and I hated it, so I resigned. What to do? By this time the children had entered high school. "Oh, I know, I'll open a business--a book store." The kids could help--keep them off the streets, etc. We would bond. How hard could it be?

I visited the local Mom and Pop Christian bookstores and chatted up the owners. To my discerning ear these folks had no experience either in business or with books; they prayed, and poof! a store fell in their laps. Well, I could do that! So I prayed, and prayed and prayed, but I sure didn't see any doors opening up that said, "Bookstore Here." I also visited a franchise Christian bookstore and wrote to the company, and discovered that would take about $70,000 (which was a lot of money then--still is, actually). And yes, I read one book about the publishing industry (although I was a librarian I didn't have the foggiest idea how books were made and distributed).

So I thought maybe God was waiting for me to do something. Experience maybe? So I dropped in at the Pickwick Discount Books which had recently opened near us (a division of the Dayton-Hudson chain I think) and applied for a job. The assistant manager was thrilled to have me, said she could only pay me $.25 above minimum wage, but I could buy books at the employee discount. I figured it was for my education in the school of hard knocks, so I didn't care. Besides, I was on my way to my dream of owning a bookstore! Pause here for reflection: I've checked my resume, but you don't usually stick minimum wage jobs in the middle of your professional work record, so can't place the date, but I think it was fall 1983.

Reality is what wakes you up from a dream, not a nightmare. Let me count the ways that clued me in this wasn't for me. Ten things come to mind that returned me to the bosom and comfort of state employment.

1) The building had formerly been a pharmacy (Nicklaus, as in Jack's parents), and had no elevator, but all books and magazines were stored in the basement, which meant hand carrying them up a steep stairway for stocking the shelves. Worse though, was carrying them down. Freight operators are unionized, and their contract called for dumping the boxes of books at an address, not inside the door. If cars were in the way, they might be placed anywhere on the parking lot. We clerks had to bring these terribly heavy boxes inside on a dolly, and carry them to the basement storage. Rain or storm--we had to bring them in, and just look awful for the customers.

2) Destroying books was part of the job. For a librarian that was like drowning kittens. We had to sit in the cold basement for hours and tear covers off books that couldn't be returned (all those print runs you read about are phony statistics--printed doesn't mean sold). The covers were tracked and bundled for return and credit. Then the guts had to be carried back up the stairs and lifted over your head into the outside dumpster some distance from our building so people wouldn't steal them. Between ripping up boxes with heavy staples, and stripping covers off books, my hands felt like bad sandpaper.

3) We had to accept whatever magazines the distributor dropped off. I heard (but couldn't confirm) that the distributor in Columbus had ties to organized crime. That might explain all the obscenely trashy porn we got. We women staffers would conveniently leave most of them in the basement, bringing up only the better known titles like Hustler and Playboy, and trust me when I say they were definitely gross, but were the least objectionable. But even having to handle these disgustingly anti-female, violent porn rag sheets was traumatic.

4) The sweet assistant manager who hired me was only making $.50 more an hour than I was, but had horrid hours, and was always on call. I never did her job, which seemed to be constantly checking computerized sheets on a clipboard and sending reports. She dressed and wore her hair like a 1960s flower-child. Her live-in boyfriend also worked there and she was his supervisor. I guess it isn't nepotism if you're not married. I rode a bike to work on nice days because I lived near-by--I don't think they had a car or a choice. The stress of the job made her colitis act up and she was sick a lot.

5) The cash register was probably the latest version of computerization, and I never caught on. I couldn't clear an error, or get the drawer to open, or accept a gift certificate. I was the clerk you either feel very sorry for or hate if you're waiting in line. My self-esteem plummeted the few months I worked there. I was 43, but you become an "older learner" around age 25 (your brain cells freeze), and I never had enough time to learn anything well. The public can get a bit testy. Hateful, actually. I would almost start to tremble if I got a complicated transaction and the customer decided to be chatty.

6) Our best clerk who was a whiz with the register and bailing me out, resigned to go work as a paraprofessional in a - - library! Not once did I ever see her smile. Almost no place pays as low as libraries, so she wasn't making much either.

7) Books were disappearing and we discovered the thief was an OSU grad student who worked at the - - library!

8) Most of my tiny salary went for books because the discount was so good, and books were already discounted (many remainders and overruns).

9) The district manager was "transferred" by corporate to Minnesota when she was 8 1/2 months pregnant. Her husband was employed in Columbus, so I don't know what she did. Leaving her OB at that point, or packing for a move, would have been tough. She could barely walk, but would've needed her medical benefits.

10) But the most memorable event was the day my daughter called and said, "Mom, I've cleaned up most of the blood but you need to come home and take [her brother] to the ER." He had forgotten his key and decided to go in through a window.

No, I never opened that bookstore, but smile and nod with recognition when someone mentions that as an ideal business venture.

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2449 The House Always Wins

St. Casserole is a pastor who lives in the Katrina devastated area. But 11 years ago, the area witnessed a different kind of devastation.

"Eleven years ago, our poor area welcomed dockside gambling. Dockside means that the casinos perched on barges on our Coastline with their hotels on land nearby.

Overnight, people got jobs, health care and benefits. Auxiliary businesses flourished. Things got better.

What didn't get better at the beginning and what isn't better now is the White Elephant We Don't Discuss.

MawMaw and PawPaw flooded into the casinos to spend the day playing slots, black jack and etc. Young people got good-paying jobs without needing an education. People who can't control gambling lost homes, families and themselves. People bragged about winnings, didn't mention losses. No one remembers as they gamble that the House always wins." St. Casserole

Ohio has had a state lottery for 30 years. I think the "profit" was designated for education about 20 years ago. We don't talk about our "white elephant" either. Has anyone seen an improvement in Ohio's education system? What about our taxes? Has anyone seen a reduction in our property taxes? Our state government? Wasn't Gov. Taft voted #50 out of 50? So we're both stealing from and addicting people AND taking more taxes from them. It is an unbelievably slick scam. Apparently, our representatives are just horn swaggled and helpless. I doubt that anyone opposing the lottery could even get elected. People are desperate to believe in something for nothing.

I remember 30 years ago there were some Ohio church coalitions that pointed out the damage to poor people, but they lost. It was a bit short sighted on their part to see this only as a problem for the poor. And that was before internet gambling and the more recent gambling glamorization on cable TV. Then there was a church coalition that tried to stop Ohio from joining that multi-state lottery, and that flopped. I don't think the issue ever even came up at our church.

When Mississippi and Louisiana turned to off-shore gambling to fill up their state coffers instead of building a strong infrastructure, they became no different than Mexico relying on money being sent home by poor people to fill the shops and restaurants of that country on the labor of the poor immigrants.

I assume all those wrecked casinos are eligible for my tax dollars to rebuild.

2448 The Whistle Stop Pot Luck

This story is fiction; absolutely fabricated. It's wishful thinking; a fantasy. But it might just work in real life. An original story by Norma Bruce.

As I moved the dust around and spiffed up the bathrooms and mirrors in preparation for our dinner guests, my husband looked at the list of errands I'd left on the counter.

"What's this item for the party supply store?"

"Whistles."

"Why do we need whistles for a dinner party?" he asked.

"Because of our age."

"Our age? What's that got to do with anything?" he said.

"Everyone will receive a small whistle on a loop of ribbon to wear around their neck. When anyone starts to talk about the three forbidden topics, the listener blasts on the whistle to put a stop to it."

"What three topics?"

"Age. Health. Weight. Any sentence or phrase or story that mentions your age or health problems or weight."

"I don't tell people my age," he said.

"Maybe not in so many words, but these are the tips to blowing the whistle on age topics.

"At my age. . ., "

"It must be my age, but. . ., "

"I must be getting old, because. . ."

Then there are subcategories. You also can't tell any story that your spouse has heard 3 times in the past year, because that just screams you're losing it."

His face turned grey. "You mean I can't tell anyone about my wonderful grandfather or your terrific mother?"

"Exactly. We've lived here for almost 40 years. There isn't a person in central Ohio who hasn't heard about Biggie or Olive. So if I hear you starting on those dear people, I'll put the whistle to my lips."

"And no operations? Not even my rotator cuff? No emergency room visits?" he whined.

"Nope. You'll get a tweet, or will have to blast the others if they start in on an organ concert," I said.

"Well," he said, "I do OK on weight, don't I? I'm not overweight and I teach an exercise class."

"Yes, but your weight encourages others to talk about theirs, so if you hear, 'How do you stay in such good shape,' you'll just have to blast 'em. Don't even think of it as a compliment--it's a lead in for them to tell you about their sluggish metabolism, their beer belly, bad knees or when they gave up smoking."

"But honey," he said quietly, "what's left to talk about if we blow the whistle on weight, age and health."

"There's always religion and politics. These days, I think I'd prefer that to calories, class reunions and colonoscopies. Then there is literature, music, theater, movies, concerts, decorating, global warming, the war, business, China, garage sales, fashion, gardening, IPOs, energy prices, sailing, technology, travel, art, and volunteer activities to name just a few. If you're absolutely desperate, I suppose you could talk about sports or grandchildren--but I'd keep those low on the list since they tend to be gender specific."

"It might work," he sighed. "Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks."

"TWEET!"

2447 Dream Mom has a dream

Dream Mom has a severly disabled son. When I first read her blog and saw a photo of him sitting up in a wagon, I thought it was current. But it was a reflection on a past event, when he had learned to pull himself upright in his wagon while they were out for a walk--a huge accomplishment for which she lavished praise. Now he is bedridden and frequently hospitalized. She has lost her home, her job, her savings, her retirement--and cares for Dear Son, as she calls him in her blog. However, she writes an even more touching story here, "There's no place like home," about a little boy, much healthier than hers, whose mother gave him up. But life could be easier for all parents of disabled children, she writes, if just these things were available:

• "We need to have daycare facilities that take all children, regardless of their disabilities. While legally, they can not discriminate, they often won’t take them. They don’t make money on kids like that, even if they had employees trained to care for them. Daycare for disabled children, is practically non-existant. We need to do this so these parents can work and take good care of their children and themselves.
  
  
• We need more Respite care so when their parents are tired, they get a break.
  
  
• We need to require hospitals or medical centers that have specialty physicians who care for these children,
  
  
• and have suitable rest rooms so we can change them on a bed instead of on the bathroom floors.
  
  
• We need to have assistants located in the parking lots of our medical centers, so they can help us lift the children in/out of the car, making it easier, instead of paying people to say hello to us when we come for an outpatient visit.
  
  
• We need to allow parents to save tax free in a 401(k) for their disabled children’s retirement, in addition to their own retirement, so the children/adults will be less dependent on Medicaid, Medicare and other government programs.
  
  
• We also need to provide for medical withdrawals, based on need, for these 401(k) plans, in case of catastrophic medical bills. We could do this very easily, by using our current Social Security definitions of a disability, as a requirement for the new 401(k)."

I've come across many blogs written by parents of disabled children, who describe the challenges, heartaches, and victories of their staggering tasks. If blogging has done nothing else, it has certainly brought these exhausted and caring parents out of the closet so the rest of us can see what they deal with daily.

2446 God and Gore

In a magazine side bar today I notice a list of conversation starters and stoppers. For instance, complimenting a woman on her jewelry can be a conversation starter. Asking her how much it cost--a stopper. On the list of conversation stoppers was disagreeing with the other person on God or Al Gore.

2445 Preview of coming attractions

On Monday May 8, Monday Memories will be about my dream to open a book store, and on Monday May 15, I'll fill you in on the lost and missing beds. These seemed to be the two most popular from the May 4 Thursday Thirteen list.

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2444 Word wizards wanted

Canadian gay couples are unhappy that they aren't listed as "husband and wife" in the latest census according to an item noted by Elizabeth Marquardt at her blog at Family Scholars.

A husband is a man and a wife is a woman and these words are embedded in our English collective memory, literature, holy books, music, indeed, the very fabric of our culture. I'm puzzled that a gay man would want to be called "wife." Or a lesbian, "husband." If gays want a permanent relationship recognized by society, let them invent a word that works for them and then try it out on the general public--sing about it, write about it, and use it among their friends. Someone invented all these ridiculous terms we use with computers, and we use them without thinking in less than a generation. Considering the bad press and scorn the feminists have dumped on the institution of marriage, homosexuals may even wish to stay away from words that describe specific roles. There are probably languages or dialects that have appropriate, meaningless words, which could be borrowed for the purpose of a census until something catches on.

2443 Am I bad luck?

Recently I wrote about a film program called 168 Hour Film Project and signed up for their newsletter. The first newsletter I got announced the death by drowning in a bathtub during a seizure of one of their 14 year old actors. Then I recently linked here to a doctor, BigMamaDoc, who calls her site Fat Doctor and she was attending a conference in California the last time I looked. I checked today to find out she has had a stroke and was hospitalized for neurosurgery. She's only 37, and from reading backward in her blog, this was not her first stroke. A friend is updating her blog.

2443 What profits and price gouging?

You can read the whole piece over at Amy Ridenour's National Center Blog, as reported by Peyton Knight, and this actually records a higher amount for profits than I've seen at other sites--9.7 cents per dollar of sales:

According to Ken Cohen, vice president of ExxonMobil, ". . . in the first quarter of 2006, ExxonMobil made $8.4 billion in total profits. Profits in the U.S. accounted for $2.3 billion of that total. And what did ExxonMobil pay in total government taxes in the U.S. in this first quarter? $3.7 billion. The company paid $1.4 billion more in taxes than it took in profits.

In fact, Mr. Cohen says, from 2001 to 2005, ExxonMobil's total U.S. tax bill was $57.1 billion, and its total earnings in the country were $34.9 billion. This means that over the most recent five-year period, the company paid $22.2 billion more in taxes than it earned in profits.

In 2005, he says, ExxonMobil earned 9.7 cents per dollar of sales in the U.S. To put this in perspective, he notes that pharmaceutical companies earned 17.6 cents per dollar, banks earned 19.1 cents, and household and personal products firms earned 10.9 cents.

"We are the most heavily regulated industry in the country," said Cohen. "The FTC (Federal Trade Commission) has a special branch that does nothing but regulate energy companies."

"With regard to the current climate," he noted, "We are in an election year and it appears that the candidates are more interested in running against us than running against an opponent."

When asked about his thoughts on a possible "windfall profits tax" on the oil industry, Cohen points out that "there is a history we can refer people to... it's been tried before... it really impacted citizens in the country negatively, and did not have the desired impact."

Full account here.

2442 Gasoline Meme

What are you doing about high gasoline prices? Copy this meme and highlight the items that apply to you.

1. Very little. Prices here aren't high enough yet to cause me to sweat. $1.50-$3.00 a tank increase.

2. Consolidating some trips so I'm driving less.

3. Not driving. I stay home and pout.

4. Carpooling.

5. Bought a more fuel efficient car.

6. Bought a hybrid.

7. Installed one of those food oil converters that improves my mileage.

8. Walk more.

9. Bicycle to work or local errands.

10. Moved from the suburbs back to the city.

11. Taking public transportation.

12. Checking for lowest prices at gas web site and buying out of my neighborhood.

13. Buy gas at a discount or off-brand station.

14. Driving the speed limit with tires inflated correctly.

*15. Wrote my congressperson and asked that government gas taxes be suspended.

*16. Wrote my congressperson and asked that new refineries be approved.

17. Gave up bottled water, a 6 pack of beer, a pack or two of cigarettes, or my latte and applied the savings to the gas tank.

18. Not buying gas between Thursday and Sunday when it is the highest.

19. Bought energy funds for my portfolio.

20. I'm blogging about the problem.

*My e-mail to Congresswoman Pryce

Dear Deborah Pryce: I would like you to 1) support the suspension of federal gasoline taxes, 2) support new refineries, and 3) drilling for oil in Alaska in order to decrease our dependency on foreign oil and to reduce the prices at the pump. The immediate crisis can be solved simply by #1. It would be counter productive to tax the energy companies more because they just pass the price on to the consumer.

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2441 Party Time!

The social calendar is really filling up. Tonight my daughter and I are going out for dinner while our fellas are out of town. I expect the talk will be about little Abby and her liver problems (Chihuahua). My guy will be at Lakeside and hers will be visiting his mother who is in hospice. Then tomorrow night we're invited to a Kentucky Derby party. No, we don't fly down, but the hosts are fabulous cooks and plan themed parties and have a very interesting, historical home. I have to read the sports page today so I know which horse to bet my dollar on. I'm supposed to wear a hat, but don't have one.

Then Sunday evening we meet with our new SALT group (couples group from church). Lovely people, delightful conversation. Ah, and then on Friday we are hosting some friends here for a farewell dinner (pot luck) for one of our pastors and his wife who are going back to the mission field, this time in Haiti (about 14 years ago they were in Camaroon). It will be a terrible loss for us, but they love mission work and are now empty nesters.

Speaking of parties. My son took a week in mid-April for vacation and put in his garden. I'm a woman with a brown thumb and no interest, but even I know it's awfully early for gardens in Ohio. However, the weather has been fabulous and we've had no late Spring frosts (last year it snowed the end of April). But some birds did stop by and have a huge party in his freshly installed young plants and ate them to the nubbins. He's now replanted--about the right time, too. I suggested chicken wire because I'd seen my mother do that, and now it's pretty secure so I should have a source of garden fresh tomatoes this summer. He's got a painting of Mom in her garden (by my husband) in his living room and says he knows Grandma's tending garden for God, but that He probably doesn't let her mow in electrical storms as she was inclined to do. (Interesting what kids remember, isn't it?)



Also next week, although not in the party category: a hair apppointment (roots, you know), writing class, and helping with the church picture directory. I've got a new audio book (Planets by Dava Sobel) for my walks in the park. Retirement's sure tough, innit?

Thursday Thirteen for My Monday Memories

If I don't look through my notebooks before tossing them into a box, I might miss some good ideas. Short term memory, you know, for my long term memory. So I'm rechecking for my Monday Memories. I haven't written these, but they are percolating with a few notes. Some would be brief and I can't remember the endings; others are too long, or have been partially mentioned in other blog entries. Here's the list. The nice thing about the draft feature is you can start a memory, save it in draft form for the date you want, and come back to it when another idea pops up, then it's practically ready when Monday rolls around.

1) Have I ever told you about jump rope and jacks? [partially finished]

2) Did I ever tell you about my plan to own a book store in the 1980s?

3) Did I ever tell you about my paper routes? [still working on some details]

4) Have I told you about my well-planned, orderly mid-life crisis? [this one I actually remember]

5) Did I ever mention our family vacations when I was a child? [this would be extremely brief]

6) Have I ever told you about our lost and missing beds?

7) I remember my baptism; let me tell you about it.

8) Did I ever tell you about my mother's retreat center and garden?

9) Did I ever tell you about Sauerkraut Day? [partially in another entry]

10) Did I ever tell you about my empty nest syndrome back in the 80s? [it's funny now, but so painful then]

11) Did I ever tell you about my first photograph album?

12) Did I ever tell you about the time my husband brought home a sick kitten and she stayed for 18 years?

13) Did I ever tell you about my mother's dishwasher? [you've probably guessed this one]


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2439 Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie

Just to placate those who thought I was teasing for not sharing the Apple Sour Cream Pie recipe (I've checked all the recipe sites on the internet, and didn't find my exact recipe), I want to mention how much I'm enjoying this one. I love chocolate and peanut butter. And this one is sugar-free. I've been experimenting since the Columbus Home Show when I saw something similar demo'd that included bananas. I couldn't get that part to work since I don't have a kitchen flame-thrower and it was extremely labor intensive. This one is super easy, or I wouldn't be making it.

If you really, truly need sugar-free, as in no sugar at all, first make a regular pastry crust and bake and cool it. If you can have a wee-bit of sugar, buy a chocolate graham cracker crust--8 or 9" and use that. It actually makes a more handsome dessert because of the rich color.

Mix low fat 8 oz. cream cheese with one cup Splenda and one teaspoon of vanilla. When smooth, add one cup creamy peanut butter (I use Krema brand which is natural, but other should work if it's natural). Mix until complete blended. Blend in about half an 8 oz. carton (or all if you want it lighter) of thawed sugar free Cool Whip. Fold all this into the prepared pie crust and chill. When it has firmed up, warm up a small amount of sugar free hot fudge sauce in the microwave, and decorate the top of the pie with circles or dabs. Put it back into the frig until serving time. Serve small pieces, because even though low fat and low sugar, it is quite rich.

I think this is just a fabulous, fancy dessert, and eating it practically takes the inches right off the thighs! (Big fat lie.) The only reason to tell anyone this is sugar free is that some people prefer not to eat Splenda or it bothers them. Otherwise, I don't think anyone would know.

2438 Feminism's granddaughters

Maybe that's an oxymoron. Perhaps the feminists of the 70s aborted their future. But that's another blog. In this morning's paper I read an employment article that indicates Gen-X supervisors (b. 1965-1980) are having a problem with the Gen-Y female workforce. That means 36 year-olds are puzzled that a 21 year old is dressing like a prostitute for the workplace, can't write or spell or work overtime without a hassle, and has been catered to and spoiled by her parents. Wow. Imagine the problem a 60 year-old must be having with Gen-Y employees.

Jeffrey Zaslow, the author of today's WSJ article, mentions the book, Tripping the Prom Queen by Susan Shapiro Barash. According to Publisher's Weekly, "The 500 women gender studies scholar Barash interviewed for this exhaustively researched book on female competition confirms that women can indeed be mean. Barash outlines why women compete with each other differently than men do with other men and why women often want to sabotage powerful female rivals. Male competition is goal-oriented and limited, Barash says, while women compete over appearance, children, the workplace and relationships. Why? According to Barash, for women, competition is about identity and relationships, and they have a harder time setting boundaries to competition. Barash devotes chapters to specific areas of competition, from looks to career, and then presents real-life examples of situations in which resentment and jealousy can be used to improve one's life without destroying anyone else's. Overall, this study provides a helpful starting place for any woman wondering if it's possible to get what she wants without hurting or being hurt." Library Journal and Kirkus reviews are a little less sure this book is accurate. See reviews here.

Often these expose books on women are as anecdotal and gossipy as the office itself. (See Spin Sisters) If this is true, it sounds like nothing has changed since the 70s. The workplace was filled in the 1960s and 70s with jealousy and backbiting, and women preferred to be supervised by men. The feminist movement was supposed to change all that as women moved into management and wrested control from the testosterone charged workplace.

The absolute best boss in the world I ever had was a woman, and I look back on that time very fondly. She was smart, fair, funny and enormously encouraging. But I've got to admit, she was a rare bird. She stopped working in her mid-30s to start a family and I lost track of her. My all time worst boss was also a woman, but I sure learned a lot working for her.