After Paris – Writing 101 Day 10

It’s a cold Sunday afternoon, two days after Paris. Two days after tragedy and the news is still reporting on everything

“the attack is an act of war by isis terrorist army” says French President Francoise Hollande….     “cities around the world are lit up with French flag colors” says another news station.  “the death toll is now at 132” says an online news service.

We are tuned in and plugged in to any new detail. Twitter, Facebook, CNN, Foxnews….. Check the updates. Stare in horror. Try not to cry.

And yet life seems so ordinary as pans of jars are on the stove chattering away awaiting being canned with something. It’s fall, it’s Sunday, it’s a normal day. But it’s not a normal day. It’s normal for us so far from tragedy. It’s normal for this time of year. But everything has changed.

Had you asked me to sit quietly and observe for twenty minutes two days ago, I might have come up with something terribly different. And I can’t think of anything else that would affect me like coming home on Friday afternoon from an ordinary day out, shopping for pants, to seeing Paris. Paris in chaos…

Paris, my dream place. My one destination that I have dreamed about visiting since I was about 12. I dream in French sometimes.  And it is the one place I have hoped to visit.

Life is kind of ordinary right now as a Fast and Furious movie is on tv, my sister is banging boards and pans as she works on the dishes, and the kitchen is cluttered and full of vegetables and pans for the canning.  It’s noisy. It’s quiet. It’s just home.

Nothing terribly exciting ever happens around here, not that I mind it much. I like being home. I like the quiet chaos of a home. I mean, when I say it’s quiet, I mean compared to cars and trucks and the endless beeping of the backhoes as they put in new water pipes for the town, Monday through Friday, 7am to 4pm. Right now it is relatively quiet. Though I could probably do without the noise of the movie on. You don’t realize how loud a film is until you are in the other room trying to concentrated.

Home is safe. So for those where home is safe…. What is Paris now to those that call it home? Is it safe? Is it even home? How does one go on in life when a tragedy has hit very close to home. For some, right next door. For the man that helped people off the roof of the Bataclan  as terrorists shot people below. So close to home how do you walk outside and even breathe? How does one go on?

I have never been in the middle of a tragedy, nor do I ever want to be. So I can’t understand. I see it from a distance.  Roseberg, Oregon and the shooting there a month ago was as close to a  tragedy as I can think I have ever been. Everything else is far away. It makes you feel a little distant, literally and figuratively , when you think about it.

What is it like to have it a part of your life? I hope I never find out as I live an ordinary life and pray for those who have lost loved ones…….. And I pray for those in Paris……


Moms – Day No. 29

keep-calm-and-call-mom-76Today is Mrs. B’s 60th birthday. How is it possible my mother has gotten so old? I can still remember when she was my age… Oh God, I’m old!  Back when she was still getting carded. Back when she was teaching me and my sister, working as a nurse, and managing our gorgeous house. How did she do it all? Let’s just say I did not inherit any of that from her. My mother was like Sarah Jessica Parker in “I Don’t Know How She Does It“, which we just watched last night and is an incredibly good film. Watch it. You won’t be sorry.

Moms: they are so important, with the caveat that they are good moms. If you ahve a bad mom, then I’m truly sorry. My mom is great, and that’s not me just saying that because I’m supposed to. Sure, because we are nothing alike we have our moments  where we do not agree. At all. But even when  we have those moments, which seems to be more frequently, we still get along. I think. I trust Mom’s advice and she is who I do talk to when I need to vent. She can read me too well, and tends to do that regularly, sometimes to my annoyance, and other times where it’s really helpful.  As number 6 of the 13 Things No One Tells You About Being A Woman says:

6. The most complicated relationship you’ll have is with your mother. In your teens, you hate her, in your early 20’s you miss her, after that you rely on her advice as if it is Bible. Most women don’t want to become their mother, but they still love and respect her — and end up becoming much like her anyway.

It’s very true. Granted, I have not had the missing her part since I still live at home, but when she goes places for longer than I think she should, I worry about her. We have a unique relationship.

Mrs. B’s girlfriend is a great Mom. I watch how she loves her kids and I kind of get a gooey feeling like a hot brownie in my chest when I think about it. And if I needed a surrogate mom, I bet I could rely on her.  I actually know quite a few cool moms out there.

For years, I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to be married at 22, have four kids, home school them all, name one girl after my great-great-great grandmother; Phoebe. I had names picked out for my kids….. Sophie, Paul, Phillip, Rose, Charles….. Those are just some of the names. I had grand ideas about being a mom. While at the same time scared out of my wits that I could even be a mom.

But none of that has happened. And now part of me doesn’t want to be a mom. Oh sure, I want to have my own baby, but honestly, kids scare me. They scare the heck out of me. I don’t know what to do with them. I have never baby sat in my entire life except for once and that time scared the heck out of me and I was just next door watching the 8 year old boy for an hour… No big deal.  I view kids as ankle biters… You use a fly swatter to move them along…. Okay, maybe not that bad.

This is kind of ironic because I like writing children’s books. I like making things for kids. I like all that fun stuff. But I don’t know how to even talk with kids. Sigh. So I don’t think I would be a very good mom. But again< I’m not sure I want to be a mom> i like to think I could be a very cool aunt. Or if I married a man who was older and already had young grand kids… I could be a really cool young, hip grandma.

So, do you love your Mom?  Is Mom the most important person in your life? Do you agree with No. 6 above?


Girls Are Barracudas – Day No. 23

Scuba diver inside a group of sawtooth barracu...

Scuba diver inside a group of sawtooth barracudas in Koh Tao, Thailand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, first, stop laughing. I know you are laughing because Mr. B. burst out laughing the minute I said this at lunch today.  We were talking about how carpenter bees go to purple flowers. I said it’s because they are girls. Which they are. All black carpenter bees are female. Then Mr. B. said that they should go to things that are shiny because girls love shiny things. In which case, I replied, “All girls are Barracudas.” They immediately go to something shiny and bright and sparkly.  I should know. I have been a big shiny picker upper for years. When I was younger, no bolt, screw, washer, nut, or melted solder was safe from my grubby little hands. I picked up anything shiny. When we would go to the mountains, empty shell casings were extremely popular due to the brass. And don’t even get me started on the steel or aluminum ones.

star glitterAs time goes by, yep, I still like shiny. I’m more sophisticated, liking such things as rings, glittery necklaces, and well, more expensive things. I have this love of more expensive things. Go figure. I believe I inherited it from my great-grandmother who saw a cute little car years ago and wanted it, but my great grandfather said no…. because it was a Mercedes.  (I seem to have this knack of  seeing something wonderful, and it’s always really expensive.  And shiny)

Most girls I know gravitate towards shiny things. I think that’s why glitter is so popular on the back pockets of jeans (lord no!)  and there is glitter and sequins on everything. Bedazzlers weren’t made for men. And we lap it up and keep going for shiny.  Heck, just like barracudas, we will fight for our shine.  After holiday sales? Watch out.

There must be something hardwired into our brains about shiny is better. Why are glitter nail polishes so much more exciting than plain? I wonder this all the time as I spend way too much time trying to remove the glitter polish. That much work to remove something shouldn’t be better.  But it is. It sparkles.

We love anything shiny and I don’t know why. We are Chick Barracudas…..

And I still pick up shiny things.  I just don’t keep the washers, bolts, and screws, those go to Mr. B. …..

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Run Away, Run Away – Day No. 16

Woman-running-awaySo yesterday I talked about fierce girls and all that toughness. Today is the counterpart to that post. Today is reality. Today is about what most females do, and probably should do in circumstances. To use Rose Hathaway as an example :  Dimitri Belikov, “If you see a Strigoi, I recommend running.”

I absolutely love that line in the film, and it’s used somewhere within the first book of Vampire Academy.  One of the reasons I love the line, besides the gorgeous Russian and his accent…, is because, women should run away from trouble. You don’t stick around. You don’t ‘do battle’ with the bad guys. You get out of there. You let the bigger, stronger, more physically inclined men to do fighting. Always through history, women run away.

And it’s okay. It’s okay to not stay and fight. In fact, I think women should run away. While I’m all for a woman defending herself… Heck, I carry protection when I run…. I don’t think they should purposely go hunting for trouble.  I don’t think women should be in combat mode in the military. Sidelines, fine. Front lines? Heck no.

This subject came up because of the shooting in Roseburg, Oregon. I can’t quite remember the discussion my father and I were having, and I will admit that sometimes my father is very male/female gender roles so I don’t always agree, but basically it was, in a situation where there is an active shooter, girl, run away. Get away. Don’t try to take down said shooter. Don’t be the hero. That is what men are for. No offense men, but you really are the leaders and the protectors. They are the head dudes in charge. So being that they have that role, they protect.

This is where I have my issue with girls that are fierce, like what I wrote about yesterday. Rarely are girls girly and still kick butt kind of girls. They don’t exist. There are very few feminine girls that are rough and tough.  If a girl is a tomboy, rarely is she going to want to wear a dress or flounce it up. It’s just the way it is. Now I’m sure I will have a bunch of people that read this and disagree. That’s fine. This is my opinion.

I have not met many girls that are going to charge into action if there is a Situation. And if they are going to charge into something like that, they are not going to be the gals with gorgeous nails and hair.  Girls with their nails and hair done just so, know their limitations. I know my limitations.

I panic when things happen. I do not think straight. I know my limitations. I know I will not be able to charge into a situation and think clearly.  Now, I do try to have my head straight, and not panic, but even so, I know I won’t look at all the angles and have what it takes to make a clear, concise decision.

And it’s okay. It is totally okay to not be the girl that protects and needs protecting instead. That’s the way we were wired.

And I’m okay with that.

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Ladies in Literature – Day No. 12

I have another post planned for fierce, kick-butt women in fiction later in the month, but this is about women in general that I like in books. It’s kind of varied, and kind of just a personal opinion piece, but I wanted to share. I was going to write about women artists, but since I was seriously blanking on female artists, that topic has been scrapped. So, onward.

Emilie Loring Books (some of my favorites)

In books I have a fairly large selection of women I love. It probably doesn’t hurt that I love reading so um, well books are going to be my area of love.  Someday someone is going to call my on my Emilie Loring addiction…. Oh wait, the ladies at the library have already done that.  Neva’ mind.  I absolutely love almost every gal in the Emilie Loring books. They are girls  with moxie and love, and kindness, and sometimes they are weak, and stupid, but I feel I can relate to them. (yes, even the stupid parts because sometimes I can be kind of stupid.) They are like the ultimate good girl, girly girl, best friend girl. I would love to know these girls!  And just like them, I love the four women of Norah Robert’s Bride Quartet. I love these gals. They own businesses, they are fierce, but they are also such girls. Sexy and sweet, they make my day.

The Bride Quartet by Norah Roberts

The Bride Quartet by Norah Roberts

I like girls that have cool jobs, but not the typical doctor, lawyer, cop, etc jobs. I like jobs that a middle class girl would do.  That’s partly why I love the girls from the Bride quartet. One is a photographer, another a baker, the third a florist, and lastly the manager of a this whole bridal planning company.  They are jobs I would do. I love the complexity of the positions. They are not just fluff pieces.  Those are the kinds of girls I love. They are normal. They are not fierce strong women in the sense of say Katniss or Triss from Hunger Games and Divergent, respectively.

I love Anne Elliot from Persuasion. I pick her specifically because while I love Elizabeth Bennett, I actually prefer the Lizzy Bennett from the Kiera Knightley P&P better than the book.  But Anne Elliot is this woman who has had her heart broken and has had to remain with her family who doesn’t really appreciate all of who she is. And yet, she still has this amazing outlook on life. She isn’t bitter so much as just older. She has grown and knows her heart better than when she was young and could have married Captain Wentworth. The fact that she still cares for him after all the years of separation is kind of just romantic. I actually know to some degree what it’s like to long for someone for years.  I actually had the option of possibly being with this person years ago, but turned him down because at the time it was more than I could comprehend. I was too young and didn’t know myself as much as I do now.  For anyone curious, he’s in my Cast of Cooks. I’m betting you can figure out who it is. So I get Anne. She’s steadfast and far from Emma’s flightyness. (I like Emma but she is so flighty)

Honestly, off the top of my head, these are all my top favorites. I know it doesn’t seem like a lot, but there are about 20 Emilie Loring books I love, and the four Norah Roberts books, then the Jane Austen books. That adds up to being quite a few books. So I shall end for now.

Notable mentions are the gals in these books:

Sunday’s at Tiffany’s by James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet

The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen

Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (all the women are so unique in this book)

So tell me, who are some literary women you admire or think they are just fun to read about? I’d love to know. I’m always on the lookout for gals to read about. I’d love any suggestions.






She’s A Woman In Gold – Day No. 7

Portrait der Adele Bloch-Bauer by Gustav Klimt...

Portrait der Adele Bloch-Bauer by Gustav Klimt, 1907 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Back in July my family and I watched The Woman In Gold with Helen Mirren, about the famous Klimt painting that the Austrians ‘kept’ for years from the rightful owners.  It was this film, and the subsequent book that was the inspiration for my month of femininity and women. I can’t really explain the reasons why, now, but at the time it made perfect sense.  I think I was inspired by the beauty of the painting and the femininity of it.

The story alone is rather remarkable. A well known Jewish woman in Austria who is a patron of arts has an impressionistic painting done of her. During WWII the painting is stolen by the nazis (I will not capitalize that word) and the museum in Vienna keeps the painting for years saying it is theirs and was willed to them by the woman. Well, not so and the woman’s niece fights to get it back.

Okay, brief story. Watch the film or read the book THE LADY IN GOLD: The Extraordinary Tale of Gustav Klimt‘s Masterpiece, Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer
by Anne-Marie O’Connor.  It is a serious page turner and the information in that book will leave you hating Austria…FYI.

The Kiss 1907–1908. Oil on canvas. Österreichi...

The Kiss 1907–1908. Oil on canvas. Österreichische Galerie Belvedere. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Adele Bloch-Bauer was a stunning beauty of the early 20th century in Vienna.  Her relationship with Gustav Klimt was ‘interesting’ because there are several opinions and things you could infer from the accounts of their relationship. Klimt was a masterful artist and his portrait of Adele is incredible.  I’m not sure when I first saw it, but I knew about it long before I saw the film.  Klimt’s The Kiss is another famous painting from the same time period and is considered Art Nouveau, a shoot off of impressionism. Which, since I love impressionism, is why I find these paintings so stunning.

Sensual, stunning, a ‘goddess’ to look at. There is something mysterious about them. And maybe because of all the gold used, yes, actual gold leaf applied in mosaic patterns, it looks like it should belong in a king’s palace.

Klimt’s work is stunning in my opinion, and it is a shame some of it was lost in the war. Fortunately some of his amazing works are still available to be seen.  His portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer is hung in the Neue Galerie and is open to the public, one of the stipulations of the sale of the painting by Adele’s niece.  One day, I hope to be able to see it in person.

But even if I never get to see any of these paintings in person, I can still admire  the artistry and talent of Klimt. And for those wondering, I highly recommend the film, The Woman in Gold, along with the book. I seriously think both need to be used in high school curriculum as they have so much history in them, especially regarding the Jews during WWII.


My Gal Poets – Day No. 5

Emily Dickinson Poems Book Cover

Emily Dickinson Poems Book Cover (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Emily Dickinson is my girl. My poet. My inspiration. She says all those wonderful things I’m thinking of in only a few lines. She is probably the first poet I fell in love with. I’m not evne sure when she first came on the scene with me, but her words have stuck over the years. “Wild nights, wild nights…..”

Years ago, my then boyfriend gave me a selection of her poems, in this delicate white and rose colored book. Satin ribbon, and his writing inside of my name. To this day, it is one of my cherished possessions. While he and I parted ways, I loved the gift and when I’m in a romantic, sad, or poetic mood, her’s is the first book I pull out. I recently found a paperback of her entire collection of works. Whoa! I did not know she had written that much. I don’t have the time to read her often, but when I do, I want to start reading it to anyone who will listen. Sadly, very people do. ( I actually feel this way about a lot of poetry, and my family just doesn’t quite get my fascination.)


Edna St. Vincent Millay’s The End of Summer

I love male poets. Sir Walter Scott (dreamy), Billy Collins (stunning), Shelley (ethereal), John Keats (moving), Tennyson (powerful)…. I could go on as there are many others.  However, there is something about what women poets write that always gets to me. (excluding Billy Collins who’s poetry hits me like a cannon blast and I have yet to recover from some of his) Edna St. Vincent Millay is a new old poet who is rather amazing when you start reading her work. I’m seriously jealous of her sonnets partly because I cannot write a decent sonnet.   And her poem “The End of Summer” is so perfect for this time of year.

Emily Bronte is another beautiful poet. And she’s another Emily. I love my Emilys. (Emily Dickinson, Emilie Loring, Emily Bronte) Unlike the other Bronte sisters, Emily wrote a fair amount of poetry that is unique only to her. Elegant and classic, I pull out her little blue book of poetry I have when I want to feel intellectual. I rarely do, reading her. Half the time I’m not sure what exactly she is talking about, but she is lovely.

Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Christina Rossetti is another classic poet.  I have one of her little ditties on my wall from an old Country Living magazine where they were talking about blue and white. “White sheep, white sheep, On a blue hill, When the wind stops, You all stand still.”  So cute in it’s own way. It would be one I would teach a child to say.  Then she has her marvelous poem “In the Bleak Midwinter” which has been turned into an ethereal song by Sarah McLachlan. I absolutely adore that song. It’s message is so perfect for Christmas and about our Lord.  If you haven’t heard it, you must. Just click below.

And lastly, Susan Wooldridge. Someone whom I’ve written about, met, and read extensively. Being that she only has three books, it’s fairly easy to do. But she has a poetry that is unique; modern in feeling. I feel like a friend is telling me things.  Her chapbook “Bathing with Ants” is so lovely and reminds me of getting a call from a friend who wanted to let you know what they thought. I female version of Billy Collins.  I can’t explain it, but you should check out her poetry and books on writing poetry.

Ah yes, woman poets and their words. Magical, and personal. I feel like a part of me is escaping when I read something of theirs. Like they are telling me what I already know, but didn’t know how to say it. And as I read more poetry, I want to collect more women poets.  I feel like they are speaking my life.

So, dearies, do you have any women poets you love?  Tell me. I’m always collecting new poets.


Style Icon: Audrey Hepburn – Day No. 3

I want to start this post off with sending out my prayers and thoughts to the victims and victim’s families of the Umpqua Community College shooting.  This hits so much closer to home for me as I live not far from the Oregon border, so to me, it is like being right in my back yard so to speak. My condolences go out the all of the families affected by this tragedy. Words cannot express my sadness for these people. I pray that still in the hospital make a full recovery. I pray that Chris Mintz makes a full recovery. His bravery is what we need to see more in this world. Like Alex Skarlatos, he is a hero. And for Alex Skarlatos, that young man has had too many things affect him in such a short time. The fact that he is enrolled at the college, but was on a sabbatical for Dancing with the Stars is just a bit too strange to not mention.


English: Studio publicity portrait for film Sa...

English: Studio publicity portrait for film Sabrina with William Holden and Audrey Hepburn. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For years my go to actress and role model was Marilyn Monroe. Blonde, sexy, and just so me, I loved her. I wanted to see everything she was in and kind of secretly wanted to be her. Sadly, I can only list a couple of her films I actually like. As I grew up and learned more about her life, I lost the fascination of Norma Jean. Her life was far from ideal and it was pitted with scandal.

Then suddenly, and I’m not even sure when it happened, but I had a new role model and glamorous icon. Audrey Hepburn. I think my first introduction to her was her film ‘Sabrina’. To this day, ‘Sabrina’ is still my favorite film of Audrey’s.  Classy, sweet, black and white, and so utterly glamorous I can’t ever get enough of it. (Plus it has Humphrey Bogart.  sigh) However, then came Roman Holiday, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Charade, My fair Lady, Summer When it Sizzles…..  All wonderfully classic films.  I’d say now, Breakfast at Tiffany’s is becoming a close second favorite of mine.

Her style, her class, and just plain Audrey became my idol.

But it’s not just her look that makes her such a timeless woman. Her work with

UNICEF is well known throughout the world and brought her status up from just actress to someone who cares deeply about other people. She was able to take her fame and use it as a stepping stone to publicity for her charities.  In my opinion, there are very few actors that go to the level Audrey accomplished. The only ones I can think of are Angelina Joli or Gary Sinise.   And as time goes on, I am seeing fewer and fewer actors taking a part in a good cause. This is all off the top of my head as I am not doing a serious research piece here. I always think that if an actor can make a difference in social issues, such as poverty, or humanitarian aid, or in the case of Gary Sinise, the USO, it’s a really good thing. They have the publicity to make a difference, and the money to bring light to those less fortunate.

Audrey Hepburn at Breakfast at Tiffany's. Espa...

Audrey Hepburn at Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Español: Audrey Hepburn en Desayuno con Diamantes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She is an icon of style that no one else has ever been able to capture. She is described as ‘elfin’ and ‘gamine’ but her delicate beauty and sweet disposition are so much larger than those words.  I adore Audrey.  She continues to be my style icon, though I cannot carry it off quite the same way. I’m not elfin enough to ever look like her. Plus with the blonde hair and Finnish features… well, let’s just say I’m not, nor ever will be an Audrey lookalike. But she can be someone to admire, for certain.

Not to mention all of her films are wonderful. Speaking of which, I need to sit down and watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s again, since that is the style I’m looking to copy for Halloween. And I have not watched Sabrina in ages.


30 Day Plank Challenge: Repeating days 1 and 2 because 20 seconds is more than I can seem to do. So this challenge might take me longer than 30  days…..



You Are the First Lady, What is Your Social Cause? – Day No. 2

English: First Ladies Lady Bird Johnson, Pat N...

English: First Ladies Lady Bird Johnson, Pat Nixon, Rosalynn Carter, Betty Ford (front row, left to right), Nancy Reagan, and Barbara Bush (standing, left to right) at the dedication of the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A few years ago we had company and one topic that our guest brought up was “If you were the First Lady, what would your cause be? Talk about thought provoking subject. And honestly I hadn’t ever really thought about the causes of the first ladies other than Laura Bush because she had been a librarian and libraries were her thing, and my thing because I worked in a library. But you have Mrs. Obama who has eating healthy, Laura Bush and Libraries, Hillary Clinton and healthcare, Betty Ford and the stigma of alcoholism, and Lady Bird Johnson and the Highway Beautification Act, and lastly, Nancy Reagan and the Just Say No campaign to fight drugs.

All various, different, amazing causes. Whether you are a Republican, Democrat, left, right, up, or down, all of these causes are admirable. The platform of a First Lady is something that sets the stage for social issues during her and her husbands tenure as commander in chief.

So… if you were the First Lady, what would you make your cause be?
For me, working in the library system and seeing how it works along with having ideas on how to make it better, I would definitely chose a program for improving libraries and literacy.

I loved being a ‘librarian’. I put it in quotes because I do not have a degree in library science and my title was like a glorified volunteer. Bit I was in charge a fair amount as a substitute librarian, so I still use that. I think libraries are a wonderful thing and something we should continue to support and advance as time moves forward. I see fewer and fewer people using the library for research and reading and more using it for the internet access and social programs. While I think all of those are good things, reading and hard copies of books are things I think that should be promoted.

I have written about libraries in the past and my view on them, you can read some of the posts I’ve linked below.  I love my library, but I think my library needs serious improvement. I think a library needs to sell itself.  Sure, there are die hard fans, like me, that will frequent the library  because they love it and want books.  However, most people need a nudge.

So I would figure out ways to improve on the nudges. And getting kids back into reading. You don’t need to be a nerd to read. So few children are reading books these days, not like what I remember when I was younger. Going to the library was an event. And parents read to their kids more.

Just talking with my grandmother the other day, she mentioned that two of her great-grandkids has hoards of books, but they never have them read to them because they have ‘too many other fun things to play with’. There is some serious sarcasm put in there via me.  Reading is important for kids. They need it to expand their minds. So few parents are taking their kids to the library, and that is a shame.

So, that is a basic of what I would do if I was the First Lady. I would have a library and literacy program. I would have a blast.

Now, it’s your turn. What would you make your cause if you were the First Lady, ladies?  And Men, I’d love your input as well.  Say you could pick a cause. What would it be? You don’t need to be a woman to have a cause.

That being said, I will throw some attention to a man Mrs. B met this summer hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. He is from Canada, and he is hiking the trail to raise money for a school in Haiti. He is an electrical engineer, and while down working in Haiti, he helped build and teach (I believe. I didn’t meet him so my story is a little off) The charity is Trek for Hope and you can check it out by clicking that link. I urge you to take a peek, maybe donate, and check out “Ike’s” blog posts about his trek.   Here is also the Facebook page with its info filled in as “Hiking solo from Canada to Mexico along the Pacific Crest Trail to raise funds to build a school in Haiti!

Like I said, we all need a cause.


Plank Challenge : 20 seconds



Things That Confuse Men

I started thinking about this subject after  my father looked at me and said my hair is always slightly rats-nest-y.  I told him it was controlled dishevelment.  I’m not sure he believed me.  And watching the Bachelorette this last week where guys had to explain puberty and feminine products and such, in such a hilarious manner…. and recently this marvelous ad for Carefree liners…. oh the things guys just don’t get.



So, things that I find confuse men….

curled hair

My hair today which was actually right how I like it. Not like I have just done my hair but slightly relaxed. Great isn’t it?

1. Hair styles that are controlled dishevelment.  For instance, I dry my hair straight, then curl it, pinning up the curls with hair clips… guys don’t get that and why you have to dry it first, or why you have to curl it before you put your hair up….. After I take out the hair clips, I fluff and tease and spray with magic hair spray.  Then the curls look so natural it’s like you didn’t even do anything.  That. Is. The. Point.  To not look like you were even trying to curl your hair. Like hair just naturally falls that way.  Trust me, guys do not get hair routines.  They do not get why you have to put the hair gel on just so and just right and in such and such an order. But guys, it’s worth it. Does your sweetheart look amazing?  Then trust me, she has probably done some backwards method to get her hair that way.  But it works.


2.  Nail polish and various colors and glitter and creams versus frosts.  Nail polish is nail polish to a guy.  Yellow is yellow and if it just so happens to match your outfit, great.  But why do you need three greens?  Or five sparkle ones, or why do you need this black when you already have a black and honey, don’t you think your collection is large enough?  For me, I can never have too many nail polishes.  Right now my father has indulged me with them, and I have a serious collection that matches all my summer shirts. But he doesn’t get nail polish. He really doesn’t get why I ooh and ahh over the new sparkle polishes filled with glitter.  Men don’t get glitter.  Obviously they have never paid attention that women like shiny things. Glitter is the cheap way to have lots of shine.  And for me, since I can’t indulge in my true passion, shoes, nail polishes work…. which leads me to Number 3…..


3. Shoes.  I still don’t understand why guys are still confused by our love of shoes.  For one, they always tell me that I look good in heels and I have met a lot of men who are legs men. They love to look at legs in a pair of nice heels. So, if that’s the case, um, you need shoes. Duh.  And I’m sure they wonder why you need three pink shoes, but hey, if it’s summer then you need the strappy sandal or the cute kitten heel.  Wedges (which I don’t do) platforms, heels, flats, pink, blue, silver, green, black with stripes, black with zebra print, and various boots with heels, or not or…. I love shoes, I really do. I love to wear them around a guy. I love that they make me a bit taller than my 5’4″ frame. They make me feel sexy. Heck, they make me sexy.  Shoes bring confidence and a feeling of accomplishment. They are what make women sexy.  So why a guy wouldn’t get a woman wanting to be sexy… blows me away. Granted, yeah, they can make our feet hurt, but still… in pain we are still sexy.


Okay, so those are my three things so far that I know confuse guys.  They will shake their heads at certain things and if you discuss it, you can see the blank stares starting. It’s rather funny.


I am curious though, does anyone else know of things that totally confuse guys?  Things that make us uniquely women?  Things that they may like we do, but seriously do not get?  Write me and tell me….. Which means, comment below. :)


Kate (in the glittery pink nail polish)