I received this email last night. I dunno… it seems innocuous enough. Maybe I’ll send him all of my personal information.
Hello Dear Jacklyn,
You got a good heart and a fascinating profile on this site. I would like to know if you are alone, because I want to introduce myself to you perhaps i should start by telling you a little about myself. My name is George Adam, I am a citizen of Canada. Originally I live in Montreal Canada and am 52 years old.. I am a widower and i have no children. I am a Maritime Engineer working with Cosco shipping company.
I am currently the chief engineer. As head of Marine Engineering on board ship, i work closely with the Captain, occasionally holding equal rank, to ensure that the physical aspect of the vessel is completely under control. A challenging job i must say and I am passionate about my work and my contributions. I also use the opportunity giving my work to engage in some other business like supply of palm oil from Asia to South America.
I'm a simple person who enjoy simple things like going to see a movie, hanging out with friends and reading . What annoys me most is dishonesty and tardiness. I'm here, hoping to find someone to spend the rest of my life with, I know I am ready to settle down, build myself a family with love and understanding. I know this is an unorthodox way to find a partner but..it is the 21st century, anything goes right?
I hope this is a good enough introductions for now. Thanks again, hope to read from you again.
Now is your turn to tell me about yourself, You name, your nationality, what you do,your likes and dislikes and anything you feel like sharing with a stranger who wants to be a friend.
Hope you have a wonderful day.
It was a rare night for me last evening, as I watched more TV than I normally do. Technically, the TV was on in the background, while I was working around the house, but that was enough to allow me to get a glimpse at some interesting TV…and I’m using the word “interesting” loosely.
What do you get when you take a passel of 8th graders trapped in adult bodies, and throw them on an island in a romantic setting? Well, it’s “Bachelor in Paradise,” of course! Insecurity, hormones, and dramatics run rampant throughout, with a pinch of rat b@stardness mixed in for good measure.
I’m hopeful that as a whole, the general population is way more intelligent than the participants on the show—because if that’s not the case—I’m VERY worried for the future of this world.
Honestly, I had that nauseous feeling from years gone by, dealing with “friends” from my youth, who were immature and dripping with over-the-top in dramatics, when things didn’t go their way in life. I’m having a hard time understanding why ANYONE would want to watch this program. I hated those years… why would I want to relive them through my TV?!
I will NEVER forget missing a Dokken concert when I was in high school, because of a friend who was upset because she didn’t buy a ticket to join us, so she faked a suicide and basically caused us to miss the show, to prove we cared enough about her.
I think we all grew up with a “friend” who was always clamoring to be in the spotlight, creating drama where there was none, and not happy, unless you were unhappy. Sheesh! Again, I ask you—WHY would anyone want to watch a TV show that harkens back to THAT crap?!
I took our dog outside to give my mind a break… and to make sure the dog wouldn’t have explosive diarrhea again on our carpeting.
When I came back in, a new show was on the boob tube. One starring that manly man—Bear Grylis, who is my number one draft pick for my team during a Zombie Apocalypse.
At any rate, Bear had Michelle Rodriguez, (from the “Fast & Furious” movies) on the program with him. They were scaling rocks, and roughing it in the desolate desert somewhere. It was interesting enough, so I didn’t change the channel.
I did however, have to stifle my dinner from being urped back up, when they were preparing their “dinner” that first night on the show.
Good ol’ Bear had managed to capture a mouse. He and Michelle proceeded to disembowel the rodent, and skin it to prepare it for eating. But apparently, that wasn’t vulgar enough for this reality show. No, they needed to crank the vomit-factor up a notch or eight, by having Bear explain that he was going to make a “stew” out of the mouse meat, using… wait for it… urine.
He recommended that Michelle provide the urine, as he didn’t think she would want to imbibe in his.
I have no idea how the show, or the stew turned out—as I shut the TV off, and promptly went to the bathroom, where I dry heaved before heading to bed.
Nightmares of urine and rodents plagued my sleep. I’m not watching any more reality TV like that ever again.
You’ve likely heard of the phrase, “cramming ten pounds of ____ into a five gallon bucket.” If you’re like me, that would summarize your weekend.
I’m not complaining in the least! My mind is whirling, trying to process all of the things that I did this weekend and find “storage room” in my brain for memories!
I met some incredibly funny and fun-loving folks at Country on the River. I haven’t laughed that much in a very long time! I learned how a man can get 30-second abs. And had the fact reinforced that men who are bold enough to wear an eye-catching get-up, are generally going to be the life of the party.
Admittedly, I was wiped out by the bus ride home. I had been awake for nearly 24 hours at that point; a brutal reminder that I’m getting older.
I took a hot shower when I got home and fell into bed—out cold—only to be roused a couple of hours later, by a whimpering dog, and toe nails on the wood floor in the kitchen. Our dog, Bo had to take a major crap. He hadn’t been feeling well lately, so I sprung out of bed and let him outside, much to his relief. However, upon returning to the bedroom, I noticed that Bo managed to spring a leak out of his backend on the carpeting… all the way down the hallway. Not one drop on the wood floors. Nope; it all landed on the carpeting.
I felt awful for him though. He just wasn’t feeling very well. The good news was that by yesterday, he had some spring back in his step. Suffice it to say, his “painting” of the carpeting must have got most of the “ick” out of him. I still love him.
Didn’t get too much sleep, as there was the Von Arx family reunion on Saturday, and I had volunteered to help check people in for the festivities. It was fun to see faces that I haven’t seen in a while. And nice to be working on a station that many of them seem to listen to as well!
From there—it was off to the La Crosse Fairgrounds Speedway, where my husband’s two drivers knocked out another 1-2 finish in the NASCAR Late Model division. Ty Majeski set the fast time for the division, and then grabbed the checkers in the main event, by deftly charging to the front. Steve Carlson, who appears to have a lock on the championship, snagged the second spot at the finish line.
Admittedly, I DID finally sleep in on Sunday. I probably should have gotten up and gone to church to thank God for all he’s blessed us with in our lives, but honestly—I just couldn’t move. (Plus, Bo slept outside on the off-chance that he had the runs again.)
We spent most of the day yesterday helping my step-daughter, Chelsey get things ready to go to the Wisconsin State Fair, where she will be showing her sheep. My husband got up at 2am to head over there, so needless to say, I got up early too and came into work. Why not? Might as well face the day and get on with it!
No complaints from me on the weekend! It was nice to have it mostly filled with personal, family fun—and not all work stuff. How was your weekend? Are you able to squeeze your butt cheeks and pick up a dime from the floor?
Have you ever lost something? I don’t mean a love that you still pine after, but rather something—an item of some sort.
Does it drive you mad thinking about it? Wondering where you dropped it or set it down, only to never see it again? Did someone steal it? You start to feel like you’re losing your mind.
Imagine that happening in a foreign country, during war time, with your wallet. As if you didn’t have enough stress going on in your life at that time, right?
That’s exactly what happened to Eligio Ramos of California. He and his battalion took shelter in an Austrian farmhouse back in 1945, and it was there that he lost his wallet. Flash forward to 2015, when a doctor by the name of Josef Ruckhofer, whose late grandfather owned that farmhouse over in Austria, began to do some renovations at the old farmhouse. The wallet was discovered, and Ruckhofer did some research based upon the old army ID card in the wallet, locating Ramos.
Eventually, the wallet was returned to Ramos, and it was quite a rush to see the old, weathered wallet—filled with photos of many family members, who have since become grown-ups.
It’s nice to know that there are good people in this world who return items to their rightful owners when they are found. It’s also a reminder of how quickly time flies in this lifetime. One of the photos in Ramos’ wallet was of his entire battalion group. He is now the sole survivor.
Phil and I were talking about this story and how those who served in World War II are passing away, with so few from that generation around to share their stories. We hear stories in the media about endangered species all the time, but the reality is—that’s exactly what those folks from the greatest generation are—so if you have grandparents alive yet, make it a point to spend some time with them. Set up a video camera and document their stories. What could have been lost forever, will be found quite interesting by future generations.
I have a friend who is pregnant and I’m very excited for her and husband to become first-time parents. I know they’ll be awesome!!
She recently shared a 3D ultrasound picture of their unborn child with me. It took every ounce of strength I had to not blurt out what my immediate thoughts were, upon gazing at the photograph. I have to be honest—I kind of freaked out looking at it.
This is one of those moments where technology is not necessarily a good thing. I get that the 3D pictures are “amazing” for some people, but to me—they looked creepy.
Further, if I were pregnant—I wouldn’t want to have such a realistic gander at my unborn child—nor would I want to know the sex of the baby beforehand. To me, that’s the equivalent of reading the last pages of a book, BEFORE you even start reading it.
And what if, God forbid--something goes wrong and the baby doesn't make it to term? After seeing the actual face in a 3D ultrasound... how could you not become even more tormented at the awful turn of events?
Again, I’m happy for my friends—they’re going to make great parents, and I look forward to her husband being on poop patrol with diapers. But I’m still struggling with the 3D ultrasound. Am I weird? Do you find the 3D ultrasound photos creepy looking? Would you want that detailed of a look at your child before he or she is born?
I play around with video cameras a lot. I have two GoPros that I mount on race cars—one forward-facing, the other is mounted on the back of the car—to get unique footage during races. Together, they have produced some very compelling footage—and still photos. I have yet to be able to afford a drone to take to the sky for shooting some awesome videos at events, but I’m hoping to do so in the near future.
Drones are becoming quite popular. There is discussion among legislators to put laws into effect to curb unchecked use of the devices. As much as I detest government regulation, I realize that this one was bound to happen. People lack common sense, and it’s those who are deficient that prompt the government to regulate everyone—unfortunately even those who do have the ability to employ common sense.
I hate to keep referring to things my mother taught my brothers and me when we were growing up, but it seems applicable again here. Mom always said, “How would it make you feel if someone did that to you?” Honestly, if your spidey sense is telling you that something might not be a good idea—chances are, it’s NOT a good idea. People tend to ignore their gut when it means squashing what they WANT to do—hence the death of common sense.
Have you seen the footage from a drone that flew over a neighborhood, shooting video of a fire was being put out at a residence. The firefighters spotted it—and immediately aimed their hose at the unit—effectively knocking it out of the sky, and abruptly ending the filming.
In my mind—and I’d like to think it’s common sense—the pilot of the drone had no business flying—hovering really, at a low level, and shooting footage over a private home without the owner’s permission.
How about the recent case in Kentucky, where a young girl spotted a drone hovering over her family’s backyard, shooting video as she was outside? She called attention to her father, William Merideth, who promptly came out, assessed the situation and took aim with his legally licensed, 40 mm Glock—landing a shot and forcing the crash of the drone.
The owners of the drone made their presence known physically, and were quite irate that their $1,800-machine was destroyed. Needless to say, Merideth informed them he would be taking another shot with his gun, if they stepped into his yard.
The police arrested Merideth and jailed him for “wanton endangerment first degree and criminal mischief,” for firing the gun into the air. Nothing was done to the men who were flying the drone, who profess to have been trying to film footage of a friend’s house.
Merideth was shocked because he said it is unclear if the drone was used to look at the young girls by the swimming pool or perhaps searching for something to steal. He added that with a six-foot privacy fence, one has the expectation of privacy, and the actions of the drone owner, to him, were trespassing, and an invasion of privacy.
What do you think? Was William Merideth justified in shooting the drone down? Or was he over-reacting?
Who knew Shania Twain’s butt would unleash such a firestorm? I posted pictures yesterday from her concert in Minneapolis—including one of my signature snaps—the “Buttshot.” It happened to be one of her in the final costume of the night---that was a little “cheeky.”
In all seriousness, I ask you—what is the difference between what Shania wore last night and say the swimsuit featured in the photo next to my picture of the pop-country star? One is acceptable garb at the beach and the other—well, it’s drawing the ire of many.
The Shania shot was apparently a very polarizing photograph—evoking a whole gamut of emotions. Some were offended by this display of flesh; some thought it was impressive, and others likely sat alone in a dark room and took matters into their own hands.
I’m not here to judge. I posted the picture for several reasons. First and foremost, I tend to focus my camera lens on male backsides, for obvious selfish reasons. I was trying to be equal and fair to everyone who has ever gazed at my buttshot collection.
I’ve had a handful of guys give me some grief, sniping about how “if a man posted a picture of a woman’s backside—all hell would break loose.” Maybe. Maybe not.
Being politically correct has never been my strong suit. I find it difficult to refrain from posting such juvenile photos. Sorry, I’m not sorry.
We all need to quit trying to find offense in everything. My mom always used to tell us kids to “be the duck” and let things that bother you “roll off like water on a duck’s back.” If people in this world had a little thicker skin, I think we’d all be better off.
Conversely, it’s nice to notice that Shania’s skin on her rump is not at all thick, and still looking mighty firm. Not bad for a soon-to-be-50-year-old.
And that was the other reason that I posted the picture. Shania will be a half century old this coming August 28th. I don’t know about you, but I’ve rarely seen an older tush of ANY celebrity look that amazing. That’s because most celebrities would never have the confidence or the audacity to expose a little cheek. I think it’s worth celebrating!
So CHEERS to your favorite ass today! (I’m married to mine.)
There’s something about small town festivals that make you happy that you live in the Midwest. This weekend, you can check out Nordic Fest in Decorah, and Houston Hoedown—aptly happening in Houston.
Naturally, I’m drawn to the food on the Nordic Fest website. And while I’m not totally sure exactly what Rommegrot is, I can read the recipe and see that it’s made with sugar and TWO WHOLE STICKS of BUTTER, so it can’t be too bad! I fancy it’s quite tasty. Butter makes everything better… and my butt bigger, but I digress.
Besides, if I eat it at Nordic Fest, I’d be eating in the company of three or more, so that means there are no calories, right? I especially like the fact that it calls for ¾ cup of sugar… and then you sprinkle MORE sugar… and cinnamon on it before serving. It sounds delicious… and like every dentist’s nightmare.
Most of these festivals during the summer have their share of 5K runs, or some other athletic endeavor. I absolutely love the fact that Nordic Fest has a couple of events that even a beer swilling country boy could partake in, like the “Nordic Fest Rock Throw,” and “Molkky.”
The rock throw is pretty self-explanatory, and is likely a real spectator-pleaser. I would think some enterprising person with the festival should consider selling a sponsorship for the rock throwing event to a chiropractor. That would be a partnership made in heaven.
Molkky, on the other hand is quite different. It’s like a combination between bowling and horseshoes… sort of. You basically are throwing a wooden baton at pins in an effort to garner the most points. I would never laugh at this sport, despite the temptation. I’ve participated in curling before, and I can assure you there’s more to that sport than just winging a “stone” down the ice. Of course, I’m an auto racing fan, so I understand how people who don’t “get” a sport will snort at it. Regardless, these sound like a lot of fun to do.
Then there’s the Houston Hoedown this weekend. They’re doing a different twist on the typical sporting run that most events have. Theirs is a 2.5 mile run… but you’re encouraged to wear a cowboy hat… and a costume. They’ll have prizes to award for the most creative, most “Hoedown-like,” and the funniest too. That might be worthwhile and a real kick to do, if you’re a runner.
As for me, it’s been well-documented that I won’t run, unless my life is in eminent danger, so it’s unlikely that I’d be participating in a run of any sort; however, I wouldn’t mind seeing all of the participants with their creativity!
You can also check out the firefighter Water Fights at Houston Hoedown. This is quite the spectacle, if you've never seen it. Firefighters from various communities bring their "teams" to town to square off against other teams... with their hoses. It's sort of like tug-o-war, only it's done with water from hoses aimed at a barrel on a cable. You're guaranteed to get a little misty... not from crying, but from the water--so it's a great way to enjoy an event and stay cool--as well as support your local firefighters!
I also love that Houston Hoedown has an antique tractor and car show—as well as the very popular horse, truck and tractor pulls. That’s some serious horse power there. I’ve been to a few tractor pulls. I like to drink beer in one of those resealable bottles… to prevent dirt from getting into my beverage!
It’s my understanding that they draw a LOT of tractor pullers from around the area to take part in it—so it should be a great showing. My husband and I are friends with Kurt Heyroth of Bangor, who drives a pulling truck that he did up to look like Tow Mater from the movie “Cars.” I’m not sure if he’s going to the Hoedown pull or not—but he’s usually a crowd favorite wherever he goes—for obvious reasons.
Enjoy the festivals this weekend—wherever you’re headed! And good luck if you’re participating in any of the competitions.
Lord have mercy on the stupid. There isn't much else to add to this. The tweets speak for themselves. I will say that the Palm Beach County Sheriff's Office has someone VERY witty at the helm of their Twitter account!
If you’re planning on eloping and getting hitched in Las Vegas, it’s going to cost you a little more now. The price of a wedding license in Sin City is rising by $14 to $77. (It still cracks me up that you need a license to get married, but any moron can have kids... but I digress.) The vote to increase the price was unanimous by the county commissioners, who intend to earmark the additional funds for promoting Vegas as a wedding destination.
Apparently, the folks in Vegas are concerned that there’s been a significant drop in people getting married there. I know my husband and I considered tying the knot there, but decided against it, due to our desire to have as many family members present at our nuptials. A destination wedding just wasn’t conducive for being inclusive with both of our large families.
Vegas sometimes carries the connotation of bad decisions, which I think also enters some people’s minds upon hearing that someone got married there. I mean, Carrie Underwood’s song, “Last Name,” spells that whole deal out quite clearly. Perhaps that’s part of the reason for the decline?
I wouldn’t mind renewing our vows down the road there… mostly because Vegas IS a lot of fun. I mean, "Elvis" could perform the ceremony! And of course, there's the chance to win money at every turn! Would you get married in Vegas? Do you know anyone who did? Are they still married?
How many times have we heard Blake Shelton or Miranda Lambert deny the rumors that they were considering divorce? Too many, really. But now, it would seem the rumors have become factual. The pair announced yesterday that they were splitting.
Are you really surprised?
They’re both superstars with careers ON FIRE, trying to attempt to have a normal life together. Honestly, that’s a recipe for disaster. Balance is key in any marriage—and I’m going to go out on a limb and say there was ZERO balance for these two.
How do you connect on an intimate level when you’re both touring or working promotional schedules? I’m not saying it’s all about the sex, but it’s all about the sex. When you’re young and married—that’s a big deal. Or when you’re a man—that’s a big deal.
I’m not saying there was a third party (or fourth party) involved with the split—and I truly hope there was NOT.
Theirs was seemingly a long-distance relationship in the hot spotlight of the public eye. How awful would that be to live? I don’t know about you, but my husband and I spend some time venting to one another about crap that happened during the day. It’s these moments that allow us to bond even more—and be supportive of one another. That surely was lacking for Blake and Miranda’s marriage.
An article from 2012 in People magazine was quite telling of the one-sided nature of their relationship. Here’s a quote from Blake in the article:
“She literally has flown across the country to be with me for one night and will get up and go home the next morning… where I just won’t do it and say, ‘Oh, I’ll see you next week!’ I’m just a guy about it, I guess. She’s always been the one to go through hell to make sure we spend time together.
She’s kept us strong, especially in the early days when it was easy to give up and say ‘This is too hard.’ She’s the one that’s always found a way.”
I’ll just say I’m glad that my marriage isn’t riddled with such obstacles for together-time, or drama of being a big star. It’s one of those times when you sort of look at what you have and appreciate the simple things that keep it real.
Remember the Seinfeld episode, where Jerry explains to George about leaving on a high note, and George invokes the “Thank you, good night,” exit repeatedly at the most inopportune moments during the show?
How do you know when you’ve hit a high note?
Phil posed the question to me yesterday, “If you could have two tickets to any concert—any artist—any genre—what would it be?”
I couldn’t answer immediately. I needed to think about it. I mean, if it could be ANY artist—alive or dead—that warranted a little more thought. I’ve been fortunate enough to have been to Nashville, during the CMA Music Festival for the past eight years, so I’ve been able to see most every current act that I might be interested in enjoying. Phil’s question was one that really left me pondering.
I had never seen Johnny Cash in concert, and he sprung to mind after some extensive thought. But I would want to see him earlier in his career, as opposed to his later years. I’m not trying to be mean here when I say this—but I had the opportunity to see Glen Campbell one year in Nashville, and it was just before his Alzheimer’s got really bad. He still sounded pretty good, but he was really struggling to remember the lyrics to his own songs, and even be the showman that he had been for so many years, commanding the stage. If it hadn’t been for his children on stage with him, I’m not sure he would’ve been able to get through the entire performance. It was difficult to watch, but I’m sure it was 1000 times harder for him to contend with in the spotlight.
This wasn’t how you want to see the country greats on stage. It made me wish that I had been able to see him when he was “hitting the high notes” in his career—before the dreaded disease took so much from him.
Going out on top is no easy feat. It’s hard to recognize when the time is right to exit. Like Brett Favre, or Michael Jordan—sometimes it’s tough to let go of something that has defined you. For others, it may just be a financial thing. Not everybody in the entertainment or sporting industries has an excellent financial advisor to help ensure that the dough that is rolling in today—is being invested or saved for tomorrow.
There have been a lot of musicians and athletes who have made millions in their careers, only to be left with very little when they were older, due to poor decision-making or management. So, unfortunately some celebrities—like athletes and musicians—find themselves having to continue to “work” past their prime. Sometimes it’s not so bad—but other times, it can be downright sad to see.
With that all in mind—who would you choose to see in concert—if someone were to hand you a pair of tickets to any show… and a time machine if necessary?
Phil had the privilege of acting as a guardian on a Freedom Honor Flight in May. We're sharing this video at Freedom Fest 2015, but we thought you'd enjoy hearing about this profound experience.
Find out more about the Freedom Honor Flight mission at www.freedomhonorflight.org
Men and women definitely process thoughts differently. I'll get to that in a minute, but first, I'll need to lay some groundwork.
I’ll admit that I’m a lucky woman—because my husband, Toby actually does his own laundry. Not just because his clothes are generally full of all kinds of grease, fluids, and other things such as metal fragments from something he was fabricating—but because he knows that it’s a nice thing to do, so I don’t have to deal with the messes he makes with his clothes.
The challenge for me, is that he’s notorious for using the dryer as his clothing storage place, rather than folding them and putting them away in his dresser. There’s nothing more frustrating than trying to transfer your freshly washed clothes into the dryer and finding it’s still full of another load of laundry that’s been sitting in there for days.
My husband always acts innocent when I call him on it.
“Really? How did that happen?! Are you sure they’re mine?”
I think he does it because he knows that I fold clothes better than he does—and to my discredit, I’ve made a point to let him know that I don’t like the way he rolls his stuff into a ball and throws it into the dresser. So, I guess I created that monster.
Phil Costigan holds a similar view as my husband. Phil thinks that there is no real need for dressers or cupboards. In his mind, it makes perfect sense for people to leave their clothes in the dryer and pull them out as they need them, and likewise, pull clean dishes out of the dishwasher to use, until it’s empty and then just reload it with the dirty ones and start the process all over again.
Phil’s theory is flawed though. Most people have more than just one load-worth of clothes that are worn over the course of a week. I would NEVER co-mingle my clothes in the laundry with Toby’s. They’d all come out smelling like race car fluids, and if you’ve ever had a whiff of rear-end grease, you KNOW that is flat out nasty.
The dishwasher, while Phil’s idea makes SOME sense, is still not feasible. It leads to a sink full of dirty dishes, until all of the clean ones are used from the dishwasher. I hate seeing a sink full of dirty dishes. I’d rather keep my sink clear for use doing other things.
Am I being ridiculous on this, or are these guys just being lazy? What are your thoughts?
Honestly, I'm NOT a prude by any means of the word. I've been known to tell my share of blue jokes, and even mutter a few naughty sentiments under my breath. I openly admit that. However, I do know enough to temper my comments or behavior in front of youngsters. I've always admired the way the Bugs Bunny cartoons had some adult humor in them, that I never "got" until I was MUCH older watching them again!
At any rate, last night, we popped on the television and the Billboard Music Awards were on--in all of their "glory." Again, I'm not a prude--but PLEASE! Self-proclaimed "greatest," Kanye West was on there performing, with over 80% of his song being "bleeped" out, due to inappropriate language for broadcast television. And knowing that there are words today that DO make it on TV, that in the past never would, makes one wonder what in the heck those lyrics were last night!
I've never considered myself to be old fashioned, but there is something to be said for leaving something to the imagination. Fashion worn by female pop artists these days just doesn't leave much there. Brittany Spears, while she definitely had a rockin' body--she must have felt the need for affirmation on it, based upon the getup she was sportin' as she strutted across the stage, struggling to lip synch to her own repeated one-line song. Honestly, the outfit (and I'm using that term loosely) was what might be worn in the strip club perhaps?
It just made me cringe for any young girls who may have been watching the show at their homes, thinking that THIS was what they have to do, to become popular, famous, or even liked. What a horrible example to parade in front of impressionable minds. You may be reading this thinking-- "Oh, lighten up! It's entertainment!"
I'll give you that. But then I'll ask you if you have a daughter, would you want her to attempt to emulate Brittany Spears?
I didn't think so.
Conversely, there is Carrie Underwood, who scored the Christian Song of the Year, with "Something in the Water." Of course, we didn't get to see Carrie accept the award, as it was among those that were not presented on the air last night. Go figure. I guess that's the price you pay when you aren't flaunting your body to the public?
Hopefully, your kids are learning that dressing like a two-bit hooker is not the "norm," despite what is shown repeatedly by some artists in the mainstream. Thank God we're country music fans, eh?
Our black lab, Bo has a pretty wicked sense of humor. Without fail, every time I mow the lawn, he takes it upon himself to “make a deposit” right in my path and then he runs a victory lap, before lying in the grass for a prime vantage point.
He watches with doggy delight as the pile gets slung across the yard, and I can’t help but scrunch up my nose, as the warm stench invades my nostrils.
I swear I can hear him laughing, even over the loud engine on the mower.
Does anybody else have a dog that does this?
When we had Jeremy van Meter and Ryan Lee in the studio to promote the Commonweal Theatre production, “Woody Guthrie’s American Song,” I had no idea that it would lead to one of the most memorable performances that I’ve ever witnessed.
With it being Mother’s Day weekend, I decided to take my mother to the show—and make the day into a mother-daughter event. Neither of us had ever been to Lanesboro, MN before, so we were fairly confident that it was going to be a great experience—and we were right!
We started with dinner at Pedal Pushers, which was a charming café that served the most flavorful fish tacos we have ever had! We split a dessert—bread pudding, which was heavenly—and is now looking fantastic on our hips!
We browsed some shops along the street, before finally making our way to the theatre. Phil was right when he told me that there wasn’t a bad seat in the entire place. The stage juts out, allowing for seating to almost completely encompass it. You almost feel as if you are a part of the production, because you are close enough to have eye-contact with the performers.
“Woody Guthrie’s American Song,” has a cast of only five actors, and a man on the piano. The five players all injected not just acting, but singing and musical talents into the show. I’m no expert, but I know that it’s incredibly difficult to find one—let alone five individuals who are a “triple threat,” meaning they can act, sing and play a musical instrument. Yet, here we were in little ol’ Lanesboro, immersed in an amazing production with five triple threats on the stage.
The music definitely drove the bus for this show—as one would expect—I mean it IS about Woody Guthrie, and his artistic take on what happened during the course of his life. It was a unique walk through history, shedding light on the dustbowl, the Great Depression, and the turmoil that was brewing from that time.
I appreciate talented musicians so much, and I will tell you that my favorite instrument is the mandolin—mostly because of its versatility to uniquely convey emotion. Ryan Lee delivered that as he perfectly picked the strings—providing a sorrowful undertone to an poignant song one minute—then getting the whole place jumping with a jubilant riff later in the show.
The haunting harmonies were astounding too! I honestly was so blown away at the monstrous amount of talent on that stage that was impressively amplified through the skills of just five actors.
With each song, I thought to myself—THAT was the best performance of the night! But then they’d do another song, and I kept repeating that sentiment! It truly was an excellent production—executed by a tremendously talented group: Stela Burdt, Gary Danciu, Ryan Lee, Megan Pence & Jeremy van Meter. I highly recommend that you go and see the incredible “Woody Guthrie’s American Song." It runs through September 28. You can check out showtimes and ticket information here: http://commonwealtheatre.org.
It’s Mother’s Day week, and I can’t help but think of some sage advice my mom gave me in life, that if applied to every situation would help make this world a better place.
“Do the right thing.”
That’s it. Plain and simple. Whenever you’re faced with a situation that has you at a crossroads, just ask yourself if what you’re about to do is the “right thing.”
Of course, the “right thing” is usually easier to identify if you have a foundation of solid morals and values. Fortunately, my mom instilled those in my two brothers and me.
The horrible tragedy over in Menasha—where four people are left dead, including the distraught man who opened fire on random people, including an 11-year old girl and her family—killing her, her father, and critically injuring the mother, before shooting himself—is a prime example.
The gunman needed help, obviously. The right thing was certainly NOT to harm innocent people who had absolutely nothing to do with the source of his challenges. The right thing may have been for people around him to recognize that he was unstable, and work toward getting him the help he needed.
That’s another whole can of worms. Anymore in this world, we tend to become engulfed in our own lives and choose not to engage with people we know, even if we see they need assistance, or just a friendly ear to listen. That’s not doing the right thing—ignoring someone who needs help.
I’m going to start sounding like some old codger; wistfully wishing for days gone by, when things were simpler, but it’s true. I do miss certain things about the “old days,” before we became so disengaged, thanks to this electronic age that we live in, and we’re now prone to only see things as black and white.
Speaking of black and white—there’s another whole issue these days, given the riots in Ferguson and Baltimore.
Do the right thing.
Destroying other’s property and looting stores is not a suitable form of protesting.
I could go on, but I think I’ve said enough. I’ll do the right thing and leave it at that.