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Monday, October 31, 2011

Big List of November Holidays

I found this article on ASK.com, and it is interesting that the title said November holidays, but starts with
Month of October
• Apple Month, National US -- 
Source: ButlerWebs.com
• Family Literacy Month  -- 
Source: National Center for Family Literacy
• Fragrance Month, National  -- 
Source: Gone-ta-pott.com
• Adoption Month, National  --  Source: Child Welfare Information Gateway
• AIDS Awareness Month, National  -- 
Source: Proclamation 5892
• American Indian Heritage Month  -- 
Source: Crayola
• Authors' Day, National  -- Source: edHelper
• Vegan Month  --  
Source: Fruits and Veggies More Matters


November 2
• Traffic Director's Day, National  -- Source: Traffic Directors Guild of America
November 3
• Election Day  --  
Source: Wikipedia
• SOS Distress Signal Adopted  -- 
Source: Wapedia
November 5
• Men Make Dinner Day, National  -- Source: Momlogic
November 10
• Young Reader's Day  -- Source: Brownielocks and the 3 Bears
November 11
• Veterans Day  --
Source: U.S. Office of Personnel Management
November 13  
*      World Kindness Day  -- Source: World Kindness Movement
November 15
• American Recycles Day, National  --  Source: National Recycling Coalition
November 17
• World Peace Day  -- 
Source: ButlerWebs.com
• Homemade Bread Day  --  Source: Brownielocks and the 3 Bears
November 20
• Great American Smokeout  -- 
Source: Quit Smoking.com
• Universal Children's Day  -- 
Source: UNICEF
• Name Your PC Day  -- 
Source: HolidayPedia
November 21
• World Hello Day  -- 
Source: Wikipedia
November 22 - 28
• Family Week, National  -- 
Source: ButlerWebs.com
November 22 - 29
• Bible Week, National  --  Source: Christianity Today
November 27
• Thanksgiving  -- Source: Wikipedia
November 30
• Computer Security Day  -- 
Source: Association for Computer Security Day
*      St. Andrew's Day  -- Source: Wapedia

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Monday, October 24, 2011

" The Kitchen Daughter" by Jael McHenry


I like books that entertain, challenge and enlighten me about a topic. THe Kitchen Daughter by Jael McHenry does all of that. I enjoyed learning new recipes, the challenges of Asperger's disease, and the traditions behind funeral food preparation. When a young woman with loses both her parents, she wants only to keep everything the same--her home, her cooking, her habits,her routine. Her sister starts pushing to sell the house and come live with her family.The only way Ginny learns can cope is to escape to her kitchen. There she finds that deceased family members come back to life whenever she cooks their handwritten recipes. With the help of these ghosts, Ginny learns many secrets that her family has protected her from learning about Asperger's syndrome. Ginny has help from living friends as well to change Amanda's plans. The book has a bittersweet ending that symbolizes Ginny's loses and her personal strengths to become independent. I can't say I "enjoyed" it. I learned from this book.
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Friday, October 21, 2011

Retirement Reality. . Really?

"Life for me ain't been no crystal stairs. . ."
     
     After a year I finally feel that I have retired from teaching. I still need money—who doesn’t.  I have bills above and beyond my retirement salary, a kid still in college, long distance grandkids two states away, and I just find things that I NEED.
       But, money is tight for everyone; thus, I am facing the reality of watching my pennies, nickels and dimes. Those quarters and dollars disappear too quickly to watch. 
       So this is my blog journey. Hopefully, my trials and efforts can help others (at least give them a laugh or sigh) that we are all going through this journey called life together separately.
       First in this reality is the fact that I need a part-time job; not full time and not back in teaching. Why? Because I need the extra time to relaxed, creative and healthy. Three reasons why I had to retire in the first place. 
      Teaching high school English is a mentally and physically demanding job, especially in the 21st Century. With all the pressures placed on the student, teacher, and school to have them challenged, prepared and critically reading and writing not just for the NCLB standardized tests, we also have to create a desire for each one to be life-long learners. 
     Also, I got into teaching in the 20th Century when we taught them responsibility, respect and self-displine. In the last ten years of my career, those three traits were expected, but since they were not measured by the grades and test scores, they were not supported by the community.
     Enough of my soap-box opinions of my past job. Now my job is making retirement successful. How do you do that? That's what this new blog chapter is going to present. I'm living it as I try to find the answers. Follow my journey.  
Give me your views, thoughts and helpful advice, and I will be giving you mine.
Watch your step.

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Thursday, October 20, 2011

It Really Happened on Oct. 15!!

I was there. I saw it, but I can't explain it. My father-in-law was sent home from the hospital to hospice care. They stopped his meds because, "They won't do any good. His organs are shutting down." His kids called all the family members to come saw your good-byes.

He looked terrible, just wasting away from his original big, strong healthy frame. He wouldn't eat, couldn't get any thing out of his system. He barely recognized different people or could talk to them.  After three days, he was sleeping fitfully most of the time, and his skin dulled to a yellowish hue.

The hospice nurse came to check Lon's progress; the prognosis was not good. Without eating, Lon would be gone in a week. If he starting eating, he might last two to three weeks. All of us were devastated. As we were emotionally struggling with this news, the male nurse went back to talk to Lon. He must have over heard the prediction. When Deb took some cream of wheat in to Lon, he said he was hungry and ate all of the half cup. Later he ate some peanut butter on toast, and for dinner he had tuna salad.

All of us were elated but cautious about his appetite. Other signs of improvement were noticed. When we first arrived back on Friday, he seemed impassive and unclear in his actions. Now he became alert and knew everyone who came into his room. When I checked in on him late that Wednesday afternoon, he smiled and said, "Well, hello, Miss Brenda." Lon appeared to be another person. Jeff, Deb and I sat around the room and asked Lon if he wanted to watch the baseball game. He said sure, and paid more attention to the tv set than we expected to the game between the Texas Rangers and the Milwalkee Brewers. He kept dozing off a few times, but he awoke when he heard Jeff and me making a bet that involved who would go get some ice cream. Lon spoke up and said, "I'd like some." Jeff lost the bet and had to get the black walnut ice cream for everyone, including his dad.  Jeff didn't mind though; he just laughed and said, "It is a win-win situation for me. I get ice cream whether I win or lose."

Byron and I left for home the next day. We didn't want to be in the way while Lon was getting better, and we hoped that he would continue getting better and better each day. Each day I call Deb to check on how Lon is, and she too keeps saying, "Can you believe it? Today he is sitting up. We put him in his wheelchair, rolled him into the sun room facing the fields and now he is watching the guys (Jeff and his son) move the cattle from one field to another."

That was Friday, Oct. 14. Today on Oct. 20 Lon is still doing well. All I can say is, it was an amazing comeback from the edge of death. Hope he keeps improving for a long time.
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Sad Time to be Back in Oklahoma

After all my waves of company came through in September, we got the call to come back to the Cherokee Hills of eastern Oklahoma. My first father-in-law was not doing well; we were needed at home to ready things and say good-bye.

Going home is never easy any more. The 20-hour drive gets longer each time, for Mom's, for Mary's, for Dad's and now maybe for Lon's. Plus, I never relish driving the flat tree-less plains of eastern Colorado and  western Kansas. Once back in the rolling hills around Tulsa, I feel like home, but different--older, changed, sadder.

Tears cloud the memories as well. Nothing is clear. I stumble through blurry, watery images of my once big, strong father-in-law shrunk to fit in a hospital bed. I look down into his pain-filled eyes dimmed by pain-killers and lack of recognition. Every touch is sharp and hard; there is no softness in the room even though the scene has been designed for his comfort. We each hug and brush away our lack of emotional control.  Be strong for Lon, don't let him see you cry. Don't break down. But sisters-in-law rush to step outside to "grab a smoke" or "have to make a call."  The puffy faces and soft smiles belie why they had to leave the bedroom.

"What can I do?" Each person offers retorically, knowing that we can do nothing to help Lon get well, or feel better. Yet we offer. Then we stay and wait.
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Saturday, October 1, 2011

October 1st -- new month; new events

Really, I am not trying to write a blog a month, but that is what happened. September started off with several planned events that ballooned into weeks of company coming, things happening and I look up at the calendar to see October started. Now October is starting to fill up with new expected and unexpected events. I will post more later==about September and the growing fall happenings.
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Westley's Graduation - One Year later

Westley's Graduation - One Year later
Westley gets a hug from his mom the minute after he receives his diploma from Fruita Monument High School, Class of 2010.

He's BACK! Billy Crystal is 2012 Oscar Awards Host

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The Help: the film dividing America

By Philip Sherwell 7:30AM BST 23 Oct 20115 Her book has sold 1.3 million copies in Britain and 10 million in the States, the film adaptation has already earned $160 million as the movie hit of the summer in America, and now Oscar buzz is mounting ahead of its release in the UK this week. These should be heady days for Kathryn Stockett, author of bestselling debut novel The Help, a publishing phenomenon that earned the devotion of book clubs and legions of predominantly female fans on both sides of the Atlantic. The Help is the emotive story of black maids in the segregated world of Sixties Mississippi at the height of the civil rights struggle – their narratives recounted by a sympathetic, young white woman who rejects the virulent inbred racism of her old school friends. There are clear autobiographical parallels with Stockett, 42, herself, a blonde Southern belle raised by a beloved African-American nanny in Jackson, the Mississippi state capital where the story is set. And her success is all the more remarkable, as the manuscript, five years in the writing, was rejected by some 60 literary agents (she stopped counting at 45). The Disney film version is being marketed as an inspiring mixture of chick lit and civil rights, based on a heart-warming sorority between the races. And there is growing speculation about Oscar nods for Viola Davis (who plays the central character, Aibileen Clark), Octavia Spencer (her feisty friend, Minny) and newcomer Emma Stone (as white socialite Skeeter Phelan). But not everyone in the US is feeling so good about the “feel-good” juggernaut that is The Help. Certainly not Ablene Cooper, the black housekeeper for Stockett’s brother, who brought a lawsuit against the writer, claiming she was the unwitting and humiliated model for the similarly named lead figure. Nor a leading black actor, or the commentators – many of them also African-American – who view the book and film as patronising portrayals that sugar-coat one of the most violent eras in modern history. Those visceral responses reflect deep and enduring fault lines about race in a country where the horrors of segregation, a painful living memory for many, were not washed away by the election of Barack Obama as the first African-American president. In Mississippi, the scene of some of the most brutal acts of the freedom struggles five decades ago, those sensitivities are particularly raw. And that violent past reared its ugly head again recently when a black man was viciously beaten up by a gang of young whites and then mowed down and killed by a pick-up truck in what prosecutors claim was a racially driven hate crime. Against that turbulent backdrop, Stockett was perhaps always courting controversy. Most poignant among the objecting voices is that of Mrs Cooper, who sued the writer for $75,000, a humble sum by America’s litigious standards, for using her likeness without permission. She said she was distressed that in the book Aibileen lost her son – just as she had – and that in one exchange the maid said her skin was blacker than a cockroach. The case was thrown out under the statute of limitations, as Mrs Cooper failed to lodge it within a year of being sent the book. Still, she was not alone in her complaints. Wendell Pierce, New Orleans-born star of The Wire and Treme, launched a blistering attack on the film after watching it with his mother, who told him afterwards for the first time that she too had once worked as “the help." In a series of scathing tweets, he called the film “passive segregation lite that was painful to watch”, said his mother thought it was an “insult”, that it was a “passive version of the terror of the South” and a “sentimental primer of a palatable segregation history." Mr Pierce was at pains to praise the cast, particularly Davis and Spencer, but added that Hollywood often seeks films with black actors as long as there is also a “great white saviour." The most damning verdict on its allegedly saccharine version of reality was delivered by Max Gordon, an African-American, New York-based writer, who described his outrage as he watched the film. “The phenomenon of The Help is so depressing, as it undercuts the real heroes of the era by ignoring the real horrors,” he told The Sunday Telegraph. “This is not the South of lynchings and beatings, it’s the comfortable Hollywood take of the civil rights era. “I don’t think you can compare suffering and oppression, but what would people say if there was an executive decision to make a movie about the Holocaust and the Nazis without brutality, featuring only German officers’ wives and Jewish women, with no concentration camps or trains to Auschwitz?” But the two black stars are defending the film. Spencer, a friend of Stockett, was particularly combative. “We’ve gotten so PC and we’ve gotten so weirded out. We start labelling. You have to be a black person to write about black people, you have to be a white person…” she bemoaned in one interview, not needing to finish the thought process. “I have a problem with the fact that some people are making that an issue.” The book also received the imprimatur of Oprah Winfrey, the Mississippi-born talk- show queen whose views carry great weight with her overwhelmingly female and African-American audiences. The Help was described as a “favourite book” on her website. Stockett, a recently divorced mother of an eight-year-old daughter who worked in the magazine industry in New York before moving back to the South, is now working on her second novel, another tale of women, this one set during the Great Depression. The writer addresses some of the criticisms of The Help in a newly published version of the book. She denied that, despite the coincidence of names, her brother’s housekeeper was a model, saying she had barely met the woman. Rather, she wrote that the inspiration for the character was Demetrie, her beloved childhood maid who largely raised her after her parents divorced when she was six. “The Help is fiction, by and large,” she continued. Yet as she wrote it, she wondered what her family would say – and also what Demetrie, by then long dead, would have thought. She acknowledged that she was breaking what some have seen as a cultural and literary taboo. “I was scared a lot of the time that I was crossing a terrible line, writing in the voice of a black person,” she said. “What I am sure about is this: I don’t presume to think that I know what it really felt like to be a black woman in Mississippi, especially in the Sixties. I don’t think it is something any white woman at the other end of a black woman’s paycheck could ever truly understand.” But, she concluded, “trying to understand is vital to our humanity”. Loyal readers and cinema-goers might agree with these motives. Her critics, as adamantly, do not. As British box offices prepare for a lucrative new release, the polarisation shows no signs of abating. 'The Help’ is released on Wednesday in Britan.