Gritty City Woman

This Blog Has MOVED!

2010-10-10T10:41:00.000-07:00

This blog has MOVED to it's own dedicated website, grittycitywoman.com! Friends, Bloggers, Followers, pretty please:

1. Update your feeds.
2. Follow me/bookmark me on the new site.
3. Feel free to come back here to peruse vintage gritty city woman.

Click on the link above, and because I am soooo excited and overzealous, you can click HERE too!

See you on the other side!

Sometimes You Are Who You Surround Yourself With!

2010-10-04T09:13:00.000-07:00

Over part of the summer and now into the fall, I've taken a new outlook and it's working for me. I found myself getting sucked into the grind of being a full-time caregiver. Part of it was parenting and being the primary caregiver of my son who is a high functioning autistic. The other part was taking care of everyone else.

I got tired and endured some wake-up calls.

I took good steps to befriend myself again. I focused on my marriage. I moved on with my day as positively as possible if things got hard. I made plans for the present and future. And it's not that long ago, that I uttered aloud to my husband, "Hey, you know what? I'm actually happy."

I wish I could give myself sole credit for getting through some of the and muck mire, but I can't. No, others and the universe intervened to help. I want to share one of my favorite helpers that is one of those friends that you find in the right place at the right time.

I met G at a charity event. Our shared likes and common parenting experiences (she has an older child who has a similar diagnosis as mine) brought about great conversation. And this conversation continued on socially and it's been delightful.

So, there's the friendship aspect but G goes beyond that. She had tough issues like I had endured and some of these issues she had to deal with on her own. But despite that, she remained positive. She has many passions and interests that she pursues. She makes plans to go and do. She draws in people like a magnet. She's forward looking. And she's an amazing advice giver even though she didn't really know she was doing that.

She steers clear of the autism message boards, blogs, and online support stuff, the stuff that I was neck deep in. She said that those kinds of things tended to weigh her down and promote misery. She looks at only materials that help, bolster, and boost. She also told me about her self-taught skills in letting go of some stuff and focusing more on the things that move you forward in better directions. I, who enjoy G's easygoing, laid back grace, smarts, and honesty, became an eager pupil. I thought, why can't I do this too? Not only could I do it, I flourished! (Thanks G!).

It was hard at first because I thought if I dumped everything (particularly the autism blog I was writing for) I thought I'd be irresponsible. Really. But to the contrary! For me it was responsible. I know my kid's condition inside and out. What else did I need to know right now? I felt refreshed when I didn't have that exposure to the venting, bitching and cries of misery. While I understand it's importance, and I totally get it, for me, it just pulled me down in the foxhole deeper. I've been down there enough. And yeah, some days really stink, but I don't let it hook me anymore.

And you know what? I feel better. My relationships with others are better. And my child, is less difficult to deal with--he's better.

So I took this path a step further and went beyond the obvious. I have drawn near those folks who make me feel good about life. Who enjoy the simple pleasures and dive right into them. Who pursue their passions. Who can see ahead and who can see back, but don't get too caught up in both.

Ah... peace.

How I Learned How to Dance With My Friends

2010-10-01T08:33:00.000-07:00

When I was 13, I befriended a girl on the basis of her having the most beautiful hair I have ever seen. My friend, “J,” had the longest, thickest perfectly curled honey colored hair that cascaded in ringlets down her back. Romantic and old school, J’s hair wasn’t necessarily the cookie cutter 80’s feathered and lacquered hair, so popular at the time (that I tried, unsuccessfully, to emulate with my straight, fine, stringy hair). So, with a new adolescent boldness, I befriended beautiful hair girl. Of course, I got so much more than that.

J was smart, well-read, witty, and had this wicked sarcastic and delicious humor. We’d go on these rants about how much junior high sucked. I found these conversational gems wildly empowering, and it caused me to think BIG and to, better yet, think beyond.

Then, alas, there was high school. J and I still saw each other and hung out, but not as regularly, as both of us were in the spirit of different directions. But I still always enjoyed J. After high school, well, off we went into the wildness of the world.

Fast forward twenty years.

So, I see my old pal at my high school reunion (which frankly I thought was lame until that point). The hair was the same gorgeous stuff, the wit was spot on, and the kindness oozed out of this woman. She was happy. And she had a very nice man on her arm “B.” B was her boyfriend and they were cool. They came all the way out here together from their home back east. J easily fell into her Washingtonian vibe and B quickly became an honorary one, in my opinion. The evening ended and luckily I found J’s contact information later on after the reunion and now I have a pen pal. It was through these correspondences that we really caught up with each other’s lives. That’s when I found out that J and B were more than just some laid-back, happy couple. They touched my life.

J revealed to me that B was diagnosed with liver cancer. The diagnosis wasn’t great and the future began to look more finite. So, together they took some steps. B jumped into his condition head on and did what he could do. J loved him and saw him through.

Life asked both of them to dance; instead of doing a ho-hum slow dance to some painfully dreary music, they decided to tango! Salsa! Waltz! Disco! Break dance! That’s right! They were dancing to the beat of their heart and soul and just got out there anyway, bringing the joy they could with it. And they did in their own way—subtle, classy, and strong.

They got married. Then they traveled and traveled they did. Egypt. Paris. Prague. New Mexico. They laughed, they reflected, they dreamed, but most of all, they danced and opened up their eyes to other worlds. All the while, B was getting through treatments, maintaining, and fighting.

I would hear these stories and see the pictures, and I would stop and feel compelled. Compelled to do SOMETHING! Like go stand in the sun and just soak it in quietly for a few moments. To go to my favorite Czech author’s novels and skim through the delicious prose about Prague. To dream about throwing a dart at a map and simply go to the randomly selected place and engage. To savor time with loved ones. Little did they know, or grasp, the fact that they were moving many people and getting them to stop and think. They just kept dancing and invited family and friends, near or far. For me, I was given a gift. And while I have little in the way to give back to them, I just knew that the universe WOULD.

And guess who came a’callin’?

Told he was not a surgical candidate in the past, B pursued it again. And lo and behold, the right blend of medical experts, a treatment facility, and hope all swirled together (hello Universe!). Indeed, he was a surgical candidate. Indeed, there was a chance. It wouldn’t be easy, there could be some setbacks. But all and all, things looked good. Another dance had begun. And off J and B went to the next phase.

Being privileged and honored to be on the e-mail contact list, I have the latest scoop. Surgery happened recently and turned out just fine. There’s another surgery to come, more healing. There will be some precautions I suspect, but for the most part, things are looking great. In fact, things are looking so good, that, this couple could be dancing with life without worry of a condition trying to cut in. Really! I am so happy for them.

Thanks friends for teaching me some new steps!

Gritty Sage Advice: Wax On, Wax Off

2010-09-28T09:14:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago, I solicited friends for questions that I could answer weekly (or more!) right here on this blog. Gritty Sage Advice. Out of all the questions, I chose this one to kick it off:

Tina Bowen writes:

"Brazilians? All the way? Landing strip? Just some sexy people that want to party?"

So, I got a wild hair and decided to write about it (bad pun totally intended, Gritty's mild perv status maintained).

Dear Tina Bowen:

You pose an interesting question. Why would a women want to essentially and painfully rip out all of her pubic hair? Why do some go "all the way" (Brazilian) or another option (shaping the remaining hairs in a pattern, hence, landing strip)? Are these sexy people that want to party? I would hope so! But I digress....

In essence, some women chose to do this because they look, uh, "unkempt" down there in a bathing suit or some other skimpy attire. For others it's a sexy, body enhancement thing and for some cultures, it's hygiene based and customary.

Regardless, there are several main types and subtypes of "looks." Wikipedia has an in depth article on the process, types, and techniques (including lots of, er, intimate pictures, that I am frankly too wimpy to put on this little blog). Click HERE to take a peek at the vast array of vee-jay-jays.

And Ms. Bowen, never to be outdone by other advice style blogs, this author took the plunge herself! That's right, wax on, wax off. I have a friend in the biz, and she supported my "research." In the past I've done some "bikini waxing" (a.k.a American Wax) by my lil' ol' self so my bits weren't hanging out of my swimsuit. I wasn't particularly good at this skill and suffered from some irritation and once a mini-wound. One day, I vowed to do it right (or just forget it and be au naturel).

Well, the vow won out and I decided on the...wait for it...French wax (not the full on Brazilian). The funny part? I was totally comfortable being "exposed." Didn't really think about it actually. I was too busy yakking with my buddy. Then came the rip!

Right side wasn't too bad. Okay, it stung a bit, but quickly died down. The left side was a bit brutal (according to my pro, this is common for one side to be more sensitive then the other). Blessed be the "cooling cream" that offered sweet relief. That's when I seriously questioned what the hell I was doing--was it worth it? After taking a peek at my "angry" skin, I was a bit freaked. But also, it looked kinda cool too. Weird.

The skin calmed down pretty darn quickly and I actually like how it looks. If I choose to keep it up, I can maintain it far less painfully through hair removal systems and not have to endure wax. If I don't, it was an interesting experiment. Jury is still out at this point.

So, Ms. Bowen, probably far more info than you need, but hey, here at Gritty City Woman we aim for 150%. Please write again!

Love,

GCW

Slip Into Comfortable: Sex in the Gritty City

2010-09-22T08:45:00.000-07:00

Okay, let me get this over with right now.

Dildo, vibrator, cock ring, lube, masturbation chamber, bondage, handcuffs, tickle whips, edible undies, and sex games.

Now that I have your attention, let's get busy. No, not that kind of busy. Well, actually YES that kind of busy.

I AM talking about sex. And this writer, in the big picture, got an invitation to celebrate female sexuality. But first, it started with an actual invitation.

My sister- in- law sent me an invitation indicating that she was having a Pure Romance party at her home. I thought it was maybe a lingerie party (yawn). Instead, I'd come to find out this was more than lacy underthings. This was sex toys and aids, the real stuff. A Tupperware style party to get your groove on! Of course I had to be a part of this--I thought it would be a good laugh and give me some fun and racy things to write about. Little did I know, I'd actually come away with an education!

So, I show up at the party, the wine flowed, the laughter was raucous; just a bunch of women cackling away about their lives. So far, so good--but I wanted to see the dirty bits. NOW.

But then I met June Dewese, Pure Romance consultant.

Pretty and confident, June was our guide for the evening and there to sell products. Well, so I assumed. Really, she was earnest and there to teach too--it went beyond just making sales. I found this curious. So, I had to ask her, snoop that I am, why do you sell THIS stuff. Why not something else, more, er, conventional? She smiled broadly and said she feels that our bodies were designed specifically and perfectly. We are meant to enjoy our sexuality and embrace it. June said that loves sharing this knowledge and empowerment with other women and have fun at the same time. I believed her. She had my ear.

And just as we were about to gather around and take look at the, uh, items, in walk two of my sister-in-law's friends. Two attractive women in their 30's strut through the door in short faux fur coats, big, dangling earrings, hair in a chignons, and sexy high heels. They opened their coats to reveal matching and racy lingerie! One of them, in this adorable Southern accent exclaimed, "You said this was a passion party! Here we are!" Then they proceeded to pull out multiple cans of cold Coors Lights from their coat pockets. The crowd roared. I applauded. Of course I HAD to sit next to these spunky and spirited gals.Now that's the way to live life.

So was June, spunky and living life. She started out with the simpler products at first (lube, lotions, massage) and worked her way into the big guns. We got to pass each item around and June told us exactly how to use it and it's benefits. Sure there was some giggling going on, but for the most part, the ladies were really listening. I did. Frankly, some of this stuff sounded kinda awesome.

There was more than just products just products. There was a story.

I liked the message of the Pure Romance company itself. Founded by a dynamic woman named Patty Brisben , this company has flourished for over 17 years. Additionally, Ms. Brisben has foundations to help empower women to embrace their sexuality, regardless of age or background. She also works diligently to help women whose libidos have been compromised due to illness, injury, or surgery. I believe that often times women bury their libidos and sex drives for so many reasons--the message from this company is simply, hey there's no shame in this stuff. Talk about it. Enjoy it. Interestingly, when I checked out the company's website, the words, slip into comfortable, were the first images to catch my eye. And that's precisely it--the whole point was for women to slip into being comfortable with their bodies and who they are.

I thought this was too cool.

So, inquiring minds will want to know--did this gritty author purchase some pleasure items for herself? Hell yeah. Ah, but is the author gonna tell you? Nah. A woman has to have some of her own secrets!

The Happy Warrior Returns

2010-09-15T07:02:00.000-07:00

In an event where I was merely going to be an observer, I ended up at the last minute a participant and my life got a jolt.

On Sunday, September 12th, on the eve of my 42nd birthday, I competed in the Warrior Dash in the outskirts of Portland, Oregon. This is a 5K running race with obstacles to complete scattered throughout the race terrain. Examples of obstacles included traversing through chest high water and hoisting your body over large logs, climbing through rope mazes, up and down steep ladders, crawling through dark tunnels, climbing over broken down cars, jumping over a fire pit, and slipping about on slick dirty, squishy, muddy paths in soggy shoes and clothes. The crescendo? A massive slide in the mud that covers one from head to toe. And when your race was complete, the only way to clean yourself off was to dip into muddy and ice cold pond. Sounds a little miserable and maybe a task for the young and/or foolhardy, right?

Oh hell no. This event had my name written all over it. This middle-aged, wife and mom of two, little writer from Tacoma, Washington kicked booty, met the challenge (even though parts were pretty darn hard), and had a ball despite it all.

Like many others, I was dressed in costume. Here's what I wore. And that mask stayed on the WHOLE time!

Admittedly, when I started running, I had trepidation. I felt like I was running on fumes and dehydration immediately set in. The uphill start was really hard for me and I panicked. That was, until I hit the first obstacle--chest deep, cold muddy water, and scrambling over large logs.

Something clicked in my brain and I went right into the water, no hesitation. I moved fast and efficiently. I didn't think, I DID. I found myself forging past women (and men) half my age and not only did the spirit of all my years of athleticism come to the fold, but I was in this zone of CAN DO, WILL DO. I don't care for heights or climbing, but wouldn't allow it as a barrier. I kept going.

The best part? I've been suffering through various health problems and some stress, and while I probably wasn't in the best shape ever, I pushed through the elements anyway and got to suspend my daily life and issues and do something new and extraordinary. And that is one powerful elixir, a healing salve, and one heck of rush.

Here's some more pics, pre and post race!


Our happy group readying for competition

Children of the mud! Post race. We are now Warriors.


Me and Gritty Husband, Post Race, Now Clean, Enjoying Sun, Suds, and Grub


Warriors in Celebration!

So, now I am hooked.

My sights are now set on the The Winter Pineapple Classic, right here in Puget Sound.

Here's to playing in the mud and finding your inner warrior! It's good for you.

Mud, Cats, Beer, Warriors: Birthday Eve

2010-09-10T08:25:00.000-07:00

Okay, so on Sunday, on the eve of my 42nd birthday, I am traveling to Portland, Oregon to race in what is called The Warrior Dash. It's a 5K run with 11 obstacles (repelling, mud sloshing, climbing, jumping over fire and all the normal stuff like that). There is beer at the end. I suspect there will be meat. Originally, I was planning to go to document and take pictures to write about it and laugh with friends. However, instead, due to a last minute change in circumstances (or the universe calling me), I am actually in this race. I am in okay shape at the moment (eh, could be better) and have a sore ankle off and on.Guess I'll need to don my superwoman persona to compete. Well, warrior mode I guess is better to say.

Many folks are going in costume as, uh, well, warriors. At first, I didn't really think about that. I thought I'd just throw on my cool Spokane zombie T-shirt and a wig and call it good. But someone pointed out to me that being a "zombie" didn't send a good message and I needed to capture my "inner warrior." They suggested Venus Rising.

Cool idea.

I don't think I could race like THIS though. And with 24 hours left, how the hell I would find this in T-shirt form, I don't know.

So, in my travels yesterday I found a cheap leopard print t-shirt. I got it and got my answer. I was going to be a leopard. Stealth, sleek, fast--maybe a little cute. I picked up a cheap, snug, but very easy to see out of cat like mask. My husband said I missed the point--I need to accessorize warrior style.

I really don't give shit.

I don't want to be like everyone else first of all. I am really burned out with that whole program at the moment. And yes, yes, some may argue that maybe I am not "ready" to be a warrior or I've got some inner fucked up issues. I think that argument is universal for everyone (READ: we all have those issues from time to time). Boring.

Nah.

I am going to dress like a leopard because I can and I can do whatever I want. I am going to hit this course and do some crazy shit.Warrior is all about the 'tude, not what you wear. I could dress as Santa Claus and still be as fierce as the rest of these nut jobs doing this race.

So, you'll see my report Monday, the day of my 42nd birthday. Any guesses on the outcome?

Tarot Power Activate

2010-09-07T22:19:00.000-07:00

Here's what my tarot card reading was on Facebook for tomorrow:

You've suffered a loss or defeat but can now regroup. New confidence and verve. Ideas have changed, so you must adjust the plan. Be a little more sure of yourself and others will join you. You don't need anyone's approval in the way you live your life. You have been a little too giving. New friendships can be formed. People are willing to trust you.

Links nicely into the Crossroads post eh?

Here's to the rest of you finding your verve!

Crossroads

2010-09-06T00:19:00.000-07:00

Sigh.

I Have (Erin) Rose-y Skin! And You Can Too!

2010-09-03T21:50:00.000-07:00

I haven't gotten a facial in 100 years. Okay, well, let's say the last time was in a foreign country (alright, Canada, not so foreign) and it was when my kids were little. Whatever. So 100 years ago I got a professional facial and it was wonderful.

So, it was to my delight to score a beauty basket at a charity auction in spring and guess what was inside? Yep, you guessed it, a facial donated by Tacoma businesswoman and skin guru Skincare by Erin Rose. I couldn't wait. Readers of this blog KNOW how much I love skincare and lotions and potions. I pride myself in my skincare finds and skills and consider myself knowledgeable and adventurous. But I wanted the perfect timing to go to a true professional and get a fresh look.

Then I lost my mojo. Blah.

But I got it back and I was ready.

So, recently, I visited Erin Rose's inviting home-based spa business and was transfixed. Here's why.

E.R. (initials done purposefully as my skin was a mess after the mojo loss and I needed a skincare Emergency Room), was friendly, a perfect blend of energy, warmth, and calm, and offered a super cool, inviting space. I instantly felt comfortable and welcomed. E.R. walked me through the process, and me, being my chatty self, sent her a barrage of questions which she fielded with friendliness. After a soothing foot soak, I was treated to a paraffin hand treatment. Felt great. But the real treat began right after. I got the 60 minute facial which included deep cleansing and exfoliation, a thorough facial, and mini hand and arm massage. Now, "extractions" are included if needed (yeah, I needed 'em--had little white bumps I hated and couldn't get rid of). After the treatment, my skin felt smooth, fresh, clean, and youthful. The full mojo revival treatment. Since I left E.R's hands, I have had compliment after compliment about my "glow" in my face. Wow!

As always, I can supply more wow, folks.... I asked E.R. to throw in a brow wax too (fab!). And this talented woman is a jewelry designer, too. I bought some cool dangly lavender stones set in sterling silver--modern and cool, right there on the spot. Now...wait for it.....The best part.

Ladies and gentlemen, E.R.'s prices are reasonable for all services and goods. I put the link above; click on it and review the menu and you will see. High quality for a great price (same deal for her beautiful jewelry!). You cannot go wrong. Plus, you don't get hit up for purchasing a wad of products or some other sales pitch. E.R. doesn't roll this way.

What does roll is another kick ass Tacoma business. If you are local (or within the Puget Sound area) check out Skincare by Erin Rose.

Red Hot Gritty Artist Spotlight: Mizu Sugimura

2010-09-02T16:55:00.000-07:00

I really love art people. I am fascinated at how their mind works and how they see the world. I am thrilled to see how they create something wondrous, organic, and magical from a blank canvas. In my life, I am blessed to have artists in my circle of friends who give me the privilege to get a sneak peek into their craft. I wanted to do a little something, here on this little blog that could, to highlight terrific Pacific Northwest artists for all to see. Hence welcome to the Red Hot Gritty Artist Spotlight! And what better way to kick it off, with my lovely friend, collage artist Mizu Sugimura (also known, fetchingly, as the Liquid Muse). So, you'd think I'd known Mizu through a gallery or show. We didn't meet through an art connection at all. Instead, I got to know the other pure talents of this multifaceted woman first.

Several years ago, the two of us started blogging with the Tacoma News Tribune. I became Mizu's friend at first, through her crafty and brilliant words, community insight, world vision, and fantastic photography. Mizu's writing was always a treat--I either learned something new or I had the seeds planted in my mind and soul for deep and meaningful conversation. But as I got to know Mizu, as my sweet, smart, and compassionate friend, I saw what it really was that touched her soul more than the writing and photography put together.

Her artwork, particularly around collage creation, was positively magnificent, modern, passionate, and full of impact. It was through this medium, that I really saw my friend and her message to the world. She redefined my thinking about art. Let's let her tell it.

What Mizu says about art:

"I enjoy the area of art because it can be where almost any exercise, attempt, or idea can take form in infinite shapes and possibilities....And it's an area which contrary to some people's knowledge, one does not really need a degree in order to be able to explore it....It makes me happy, calms my anxieties after battles in the real world, and gives a chance to pat myself on the head instead of scolding..."

I pray to have this kind of self-knowledge and wisdom one day in my life!

So without further ado, let's have a peek at three selected collage works. At the end of the pictorial, I will note the materials used. In the captions, I will share the title of each work.


Title: The Letter Home (Collage of the artist's grandmother)


Title: Looking For The Perfect Fit


Title: For Rent

The artist's basic supplies were: magazine clippings, black cardstock, torn pages from used paperbacks, assorted decorative and Oriental papers, acrylic matte medium, color photocopies.

Thirsting to see more? Never fear, Gritty is here. For more information about the artist herself, more specifics on materials used, to see more of her work, or if you are interested in a future purchase, please leave a comment in the comment section and I will make sure you get what you need.

Here's another treat. You can also check out Mizu's blogs, by a click HERE and HERE.

Special thanks to this gritty artist for her time and attention!

Whirlwind O'Luv

2010-08-30T06:56:00.000-07:00

It's busy time.

Since Thursday I have participated in the following activities: taken my son fishing, hula dance class, a birthday gathering, a facial, a dinner party, two major golf tournaments, a bbq, highway travel, dog play, kid's play, cleaned an entire house, grocery shopped, exercised, watched a movie, watched my favorite television show, baked cookies, and took naps.

Everything except writing of course!

Funny thing is, I am usually not this kind of a busy person. But oddly, the upcoming month of September is pretty much booked solid. This is the first time, in a long time, I actually feel "behind" on blogging and keeping up with other bloggers I just love to read! The writing ideas are screaming at me in my head (screaming with enthusiasm that is!). I've got a cool artist profile coming up, two business reviews on some kick-ass businesses, covering a local musician, a profile of a courageous friend, and working on my new site (yep, that's right--just bought grittycitywoman.com and will be making the move to my own site!). So good things to come, dear readers.

You know, I want to take this opportunity to thank you folks for reading, following, and supporting. It won't be stagnant here for long.

I'd also love to thank fellow bloggers for showing me the way and giving me inspiration.

Now off to breathe a little and soak in the good stuff. Cheers!

Tales of a 40 Year Old Nothing

2010-08-25T22:13:00.000-07:00

My oldest friend and I had an in depth conversation this evening about being at a crossroads in middle age. She told me this: "If I had to give my life a book title, it would be, 'Tales of a 40 Year Old Nothing.'"

I hear her.

Many of us, in this age group, are caught up in the grind of life. Some of us are shifting paths, whether we want to or not. For us women, particularly those who have taken time away from the workplace to raise children, feel lost and out of the game. Some of us want to recapture our youths with wild abandon.

It's a weird age, a weird time.

And would you believe it's totally normal?

A wise friend of mine, experienced in counseling and mental health work, said this:" Midlife "crisis" is not really a crisis, but more of a state of mind that is totally normal. As humans, those feelings of fear, doubt, and anger are normal and expected. It's what we choose to do with them is the key."

From my observation, some of us have embraced life, some have been flushed away down the toilet, some are circling the drain, and some us ram walls with our heads, not sure what to do. Some of us are willing and able to trade in our old lives for new (right or wrong), some of us just continue to suffer along, and some of us lose our minds completely. So wise friend says: "Navigating mild age is like being on a boat without a map or daylight." True!

So then what?

Gritizens Like Golf. Really.

2010-08-23T20:23:00.000-07:00

Okay, I like golf. I think it's cool.

I put this piece on the Tacoma News Tribune. Thought it deserved a home here, too. Enjoy.

Disclaimer #1: I am a golf person. I like the sport. We have a golf family.

Disclaimer #2: I love events that promote the South Sound and put it on the national/international stage in a positive light. Even if you don't like golf, South Sounders, you have to agree that having the South Sound in the limelight is more than just a little cool.

So, guess what's happening in the neighborhood....

University Place is in a golf and event frenzy as the U.S. Amateur Championship golf tournament kicked off this weekend. The USGA (United States Golf Association) signage is happily posted in every nook and cranny of the city and Chambers Bay golf course (home of this year's Amateur tournament) is crazy-busy with activity and good buzz. So, of course, my husband and I had to pop down (we just up the hill from the course luckily) and check out the excitement on Sunday afternoon to watch some practice rounds.
Weather-wise it was a perfect day for golf---just the right temperature and wind speed/conditions gave the players some Chambers Bay flavor to their practice. The greens were FAST and mean. The golfers will have their work cut out for them this week. Other tidbits: parking was fine and well marked. But again, this isn't the real deal when we went; I suspect parking will get more intense. Event volunteers were extremely cordial and informative. Shuttles to take you down the hill and unto the course were ample and fast. The concessions, well, as you can expect were overpriced (see pic at the bottom for my visual opinion).

Enough words! Here's a mini- pictorial of our visit. View and read on!

Teeing off!


Approaching the green with our beautiful bay in the backdrop


When they say Chambers Bay is a sustainable course, they ain't kidding. Don't get your ball stuck in this stuff!


Practice time!

And the final shot of this post. Me....

The author of this post. This is EXACTLY how I felt when I was charged $5.00 for a mini cheapo plastic to-go cup of BUD LIGHT!!!!

Enjoy the golf and the media coverage folks! It's going to be an interesting week.

Building the Soundtrack of Our Lives! You Can Too!

2010-08-22T10:08:00.000-07:00

I saw a one star movie with my kids recently (Vampires Suck--not worth a clickable link). They laughed their heads off. I had some mild guffaws and an occasional smirk, but overall, it was a yawn. Anyway, for those who aren't in the know of bad movies and overwrought pop cultures icons, this is a spoof on the Twilight Saga movies (no link for this one either; it's link worthy, but the authoress is rather lazy this morning). Anyhoo, one scene had the teen heroine put on her head phones and select "teenage angst music" on her Ipod. It was moody, sappy, lactose intolerant edgy fare with goofball lyrics of the drama of being a teenager.

So now I am pondering "middle age angst" music for the pushing 40+ set.

Anyone?

Black Keys

2010-08-19T15:36:00.000-07:00

My current music obsession. This guy's voice is honey smooth to me.

Thank God I am a Fool

2010-08-19T08:11:00.000-07:00

I was a little app hungry on Facebook and felt like ~~wasting time~~ having fun, so, I found this app on daily tarot. Here's what my reading was today.

The Fool

The fool, the wide-eyed innocent of the Major Arcana, begins his journey on a new path with the willingness to step off a cliff into the unknown. He brings little provisions with him, ready to create or find what he needs along the way. The sun at his back, his dog to accompany him, the fool's carefree pose stands testament to his search for the new adventure, to the faith he has in himself to forge a new path.

This is ME right NOW.

My "settled" life (or so I thought) has been challenged in past weeks. What I thought was solid is fluid, and what I thought was fluid is solid. I have faced fear and truth, but I am also having a lot of fun, too. A strange time.

What's not strange at all, and rather blessed, is that my mojo (which had been on the wane) is back. Welcome back M! I also got a swift-kick-in-the-ass reminder that I am going to be okay in this life because I have ME to take care of ME. And those I've helped before, are rallying for me. It's a powerful and beautiful feeling to know you've got an army behind you if you need them.

So, I am ready for the cliff.

Any other Fools out there?

Batty and Catty: Gritty's Childhood Icons

2010-08-16T21:46:00.000-07:00

It's this actress/celebrity's birthday today!

MEOW!

You Had Me At The Word Mullet....

2010-08-13T22:20:00.000-07:00

Who's Gonna Run This Town Tonight?

2010-08-11T22:30:00.000-07:00

Feel it comin' in the air
see me the streets from everywhere
I'm addicted to the thrill
It's a dangerous spooky man
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...
We gonna run this town tonight

Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...

From Chorus (Verse 1 and 2) "Who's Gonna Run This Town Tonight" Jay-Z featuring Rihanna and Kanye West

I heard this song on the radio the other day, and I immediately thought of a small community near my home. This community thrived in spite of devastating vandalism, theft, and criminality.

The community is the Key Peninsula, a wondrous scenic drive in the South Puget Sound of Washington State. Rambling roads, magnificent forests, miles and miles of beautiful natural fields, pristine saltwater bay beaches, and homesteads of kindly folks, this small peaceful community thrives with the heart of the lion. Bolstered together by neighborliness, the arts, and humanity, they come together, all walks of life to celebrate and create a vibrant community. One of the big summer festivals, with an international flair and understanding, takes place in early August of each year. This year, the planning and execution was no different; a terrific festival uniting participants with great music, art, food, and fellowship. Ah, but when the day came....

The venue for the festival and a nearby church was brutalized by vandals that trashed both places with extreme cruelty. So much so, that the festival of the venue moved outside on a rainy, chilly, overcast Washington summer day. But it pressed on. My dear friend, Lorraine Hart, documents the day with her powerful written word; I say this because she captured perfectly what the day was about. Not a bunch of thugs who decided, through their bitterness and anger, to run that town that night. No. It was about a community forging ahead, no matter what. A bit of hope and resilience. Read about it HERE on the Tacoma News Tribune online.

I care about this story. Certainly because my personal connections (my parents are residents as well as my lovely friend Lorraine and her family) and they are a part of this. But also because I've spent time here and I like this community. They embrace me as their own. Simple as that. But most of all, it sends a message.

So, who's gonna run this town tonight?

I'll tell you, it's the good. It's the caring. It's the folks that are willing to connect despite the odds.

This is why I love where I live. It's pure grit here. And it's awesome.

And The Devil Created Plastic Packaging

2010-08-08T09:11:00.000-07:00

One of these days, I swear I am going to permanently mangle my hands attempting to open tightly bound plastic packaging. I think this very short clip tells the story perfectly of how I feel about this topic.

Do It Herself Epitaph (And You Can Too!)

2010-08-06T08:00:00.000-07:00

Create your own tombstone in six words? No more, no less? Ah, I see a challenge! My buddy over at Just Me.... (whose self-created epitaph is spot on for her, by the way) heard about this groovy project where a writer asked folks to create there own epitaph in just 6 words. The results aren't too difficult to imagine. I suspect that there was a lot of silly, sappy, sweet, sticky, and gooey (oops, sorry haven't had brekkie and images of breakfast pastry are floating in my head). Okay, I am back.

All right, I am sure the responses went all over the map from the serious to the sublime and everything in between.

So what's a gritty to do? Of course, I got this writing challenge RIGHT before bed (dead tired to boot). Of course my brain caught on fire with ideas and I could not rest until I came up with something.

It is now time for the reveal!

She Served Up Some Good GRIT

Readers, take a turn at this. It's fun!

R.I.P.

Gritty

Why I Love My Dog

2010-08-04T22:27:00.000-07:00

Here are the reasons I love my dog:

1. She can never get enough love and attention.

2. She is 110% confident that I will take care of her no matter what.

3. She doesn't think I am ugly. Or stupid. Or less than. Or smelly.

4. She gives me a dog smile even if she is having an "off" day.

5. She doesn't judge me.

6. She shows me that fresh air, grass, and a toy is all you need in life.

7. She savors her food, water, and treats--she's grateful for it all.

8. She delights in a good sleep.

9. She loves to please me without asking me of anything.

10. She'll protect me with her life.

11. She'll understand when I am sick or sad and try to help anyway.

12. She knows I will be close by and help her when she leaves the world.

13. She will delight in new things (a bird, a stick, a leaf).

I stop at 13, my lucky number. My lucky dog. Lucky me.

Gritty's dog, Kona

And The Devil Drives A Buick

2010-08-03T22:31:00.000-07:00

My blogger buddy, over on Just My Day....(her handle: JustMe) is a writer that blends humor, nostalgia, memoir, and a big heart. When you read her stuff, you feel stuff. Check out her piece about her love of driving, her car, the freedom of the road, where the road takes her, some funny bits about getting her license, all of it by simply clicking the link of Just My Day above.

Now it's my turn to respond. Oh by the way, my blog title is in honor of the title of some weird book of bad poetry I had in college, in case you ~~cared~~ wondered.

You see, I don't like to drive. I do it because I have to. Why the 'tude? Because of THIS:

Yup.

That was my ride from learner's permit age 15 through age 20. The 1970 Buick LeSabre (not worth a link). Mine was not as "pristine" as this smokin' ride. Mine was a dented, beat to hell, plastic smelling, brown bomb with one door painted in gray primer (and never repainted). It was wide, long, and built like a tank. You see, my father, in his great wisdom and financial prowess, decided that this was the car that would transport his lovely daughter to high school and beyond. He bought it cheap from some guy in some guy's large backyard (in which I suspected raccoons made it their lair).

Why the car? Well, I went to a high school out of my district and couldn't get bus service. Dad was convinced I'd be mugged on the public bus and he and my mom were too busy to drive me to school (their jobs were in the opposite direction). So, I was forced to drive.

And I didn't want to. I hated cars and didn't want to learn about them. I was convinced that I would mow someone down or crash it all up and get in trouble.

So when it came time to take driver's ed I was a mess. I had some cross country/track friends in my summer class, but it didn't help. I was nervous in all the simulated tests, a sweaty mess on the actual road (thank goodness my instructor was kindly). I ran over a wood pile on the side of the road because I didn't really know what else to do (the road was a wide as the I-5 corridor). So you get the drift on my skills. But somehow I passed (even the freeway section I can't even remember driving at all I was under so much stress and I became conscious when my instructor handed me two Oreos and a lemonade to congratulate us kiddos). Over? Not be a long shot.

Then I had to pass the written test. I remember the date I was to take the test. I was a pretty smart "book" student so I thought I wouldn't "bother" 'til the day before the test. So, I waited. Then I had the most horrendous cross country workout where I ran 100 freakin' miles practically, my body felt like rubber, and I went home and had diarrhea. I told my parents I was too sick to go to my test. My dad had a precise schedule (he needed me driving to school right on my 16th birthday in mid-September). It wasn't a choice.

So, I went and took the test and flunked it. And it wasn't on purpose. I went home and cried and had more diarrhea.

My parents told me that I could retake the test 5 days later and I WOULD be passing.

Back I went 5 days later. I got 100%.

The driver's test was schedule shortly there after and I had to drive the brown beast. Again, no choice. I had a mean lady officer testing me with overly minty breath, too much eyeliner, and lipstick on her teeth. The first step was parallel parking. I could not fit in the cones. At all. I tried once and couldn't do it. I was so afraid to hit the cones, that I'd start my "technique" and abruptly stop. She yelled at me to complete the task. It was very rare for me to be defiant, but I'd had it. I purposely decided to hit the cones. Over and over. Back and forth, knock down one, two, three, four. The officer was incensed and yelled, "...you failed this part!" I politely told her I'd like to move on.

Then I proceeded to run a stop sign, nearly hit a mail truck, and clip some bushes.

FLUNK. Full on.

When I get home, I was really yelled and made to go and practice driving for an hour. My dad is a terrible driving instructor (at one point, I swear, my name was changed to goddammit).

But there I was back seven days later. Another shitty mean officer (another sour lady) with Twisted Sister blonde hair and acne scars. She was mean, but fair at least. I failed parallel parking right away, but scraped through the rest with an 80%. I scowled in my license picture.You could see the oily sweat on my forehead in the photo.

I drove to school the next day for the first time. I went super early to get an easy end spot by the gym. The sunrise had just come up. That's right. Flippin' sunrise. I was a 10th grader at a NEW high school (most of my friends went to a different school, of course). Drama.

I shook the whole drive ALONE. But I had pride when I actually made it. As I pulled into the lot, in my really ugly, humiliating car I felt independent and strong. Maybe even alive. It was imperfectly perfect.

Then I crashed into the guard rail in the parking lot.

I never told Dad.

What's the Big Deal About Cleanliness?

2010-08-02T07:16:00.000-07:00

Why is it that kids (let's say age between the ages of 5 and 12) are funny about bathing? My two (11 and 8) are not "natural" bathers--it's not like they are going to proactively bathe. We have to make them and then of course, they complain LOTS. They cajole, lie, barter, threaten, hide, run, and negotiate come bath time EVERY time. So, lots of the time, we let it go because it's too much energy otherwise. Hence the following.

My daughter's hair smells like burnt cooking oil it is so bad and her fingernails are caked with dirt. Yet, she doesn't seem to notice or be bothered by it. My son is covered in probably three layers of dirt and his hair is a grease slick. Doesn't care. Today, they are required to get clean or they may not leave the house (sadly, I think they'd rather stay home than clean up, so that threat is idle at best).

For me, hey, I can skip a shower for a day or so, but I couldn't manage to go longer than that feeling and smelly funky. I wonder though....

Maybe we adults put way too much stock in how we look and how the world perceives us. Perhaps childhood filth is freedom?

As a kid, I didn't mind baths, because I loved to play with my Barbies in there. I HATED hair washing (my fine hair tangled easily and it hurt to wash it and brush it). But now that I think about it, I was only required to bathe once or twice a week back in the day. I suspect I did the same thing as my kids do.

Ah well. Maybe I should embrace the stench. They aren't kids for much longer.

Feel it, Embrace it, Self- Rally, Fix it, Repeat

2010-07-31T21:32:00.000-07:00

Last evening and for awhile this morning, I was met with sadness and feeling bad about myself. I took a long swim in my puddle of misery and lowness. Many people feel this way from time to time and I am not unique or special at all. But the good news is that I am:

Older.
Smarter emotionally.
Less willing to waste time.
Knows how and when to do the rally cry for help.
Getting more adept at self-ass kicking to take better care of myself.

Steps 1-5 were acknowledged and accomplished and I felt better. I honored the fact that I live day to day with a disabled child and I really do have some valuable tools from that toolbox that I can use to turn things around just for me. I made plans. I got fresh air. I spent lots of time alone in reflection and with my dog playing frisbee catch. There's not much better than getting yourself back in working order.

I watched a great movie tonight (Adaptation)and here are some lines that really resonated with me:

Charlie Kaufman: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
Donald Kaufman: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
Charlie Kaufman: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
Donald Kaufman: I remember that.
Charlie Kaufman: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at *me*. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.
Donald Kaufman: I knew. I heard them.
Charlie Kaufman: How come you looked so happy?
Donald Kaufman: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
Charlie Kaufman: But she thought you were pathetic.
Donald Kaufman: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago.
Donald Kaufman: Whats up?
Charlie Kaufman: Thank you.
Donald Kaufman: For what?

Charlie starts to get misty-eyed at this exchange at the very end. I have to admit I nearly did, too. It was after hearing those lines is that I want to live and be like Donald. Because words, actions, and gestures that bring you to the point of feeling bad about yourself have no place in your life and shouldn't be your business at all, eh?

Gritty Cocktail Hour

2010-07-29T17:25:00.000-07:00

Here's my famous shirt! Portrait taken by 8 year old Gritty daughter

Cheers!

A Toast from Gritty and the great Pacific Northwest: A special thank you to all my readers and followers. You are all the best and I am honored by your presence. Visit anytime! I love visitors.

Warmly and Lovingly,

Gritty

Random, Wild Beachiness

2010-07-29T15:52:00.000-07:00

Shots from Anderson Island, Washington. I found myself drawn to the wild, unkempt things here. I sometimes wonder if those things are overlooked a little.

Little Crab (Well, Little Dead Crab)


Gnarly Tree in Rocks Full of Weird Bugs

Tree with dried seaweed hair


Creepy beach shack with Bud Light Cans and Tide Laundry Soap Jugs inside

Oh dear...the rare Grit Monster beach creature!

DON'T Ring My Doorbell: An Open Letter

2010-07-26T21:51:00.000-07:00

An Open Letter for Door-to-Door Solicitors, Doorbelling Politicians, and Religious-based Doorbellers:

If you are one of the people noted in the greeting of this letter, please don't ring my doorbell. Let's skip the polite request and say this instead: don't come my property. EVER. You will be wasting your time as I will not answer the door. I know you will not read and/or acknowledge my BOLD day-glo NO SOLICITING sign posted right directly above my doorbell. You will not "win me over" by ringing my doorbell anyway. I still will not answer it. Is that rude? Sure. Don't I understand that you wish to make a living or share your message? Of course I get that. I just don't care and am not interested.

You will argue that you are legit and you are the real deal. You're nice. You're respectful. Nice try. Nope. I still will not interact with you. Look, I don't trust you, okay? Let's review:

You are a stranger to me. Stranger safety procedure applies.

My home is private and so is my time. Period. I am greedy with this and don't wish to share it.

If I wish to purchase a product, I will go to the appropriate store or online with a reputable retailer. I am not going to hand over money or credit card information to a complete stranger anyway. I will not put my signature on anything.

Politicians. Okay, you are trying to get face time with voters, but really you don't need to see my face. I know legally city solicitation rules don't apply to you, but you know what? If you bug me, I probably won't vote for you anyway. Let's be modern kids and use the internet, Facebook, Twitter, and the like. Get your face time at events and town hall meetings. That's got to be more effective anyway, yes? Oh, and if you wish to gather signatures for a petition, I won't sign it for you. How do I know you are who you say?

Church/Religion people. You are the same as the politicians, laws don't tend to apply. I know you have free speech. I'm not a joiner, folks. Don't bother and move on. Don't worry about my soul. I'll go where I am supposed to when the time comes.

So, you don't need me. I don't need you. A mutual benefit!

Signed,

Gritty City Woman

Mountains Really Do Talk

2010-07-25T16:54:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I did an extraordinary amount of driving. And regardless of the direction I drove, I saw crisp, cool mountains pressed into the blue sky and sparkling summer sun. I either saw mammoth and queenly Mt. Rainier on her perch or the Olympics clustered together like good friends having great conversation. As I drove along listening to the hum of the open road, I thought about those mountains and what they would be like if they had human features. I imagined the stories they would tell and all the things that they could see, hear, and feel. Oddly, what intrigued me the most is what the mountains would actually SOUND like if they had a voice.

Last night I got my answer to that very question.

I attended the Words And Music program (a program that features local and nationals artists, writers and musicians) in the Key Peninsula overlooking beautiful Case Inlet. It was a glorious summer evening (what we live for around here). When I arrived, I was greeted very warmly and graciously by Words and Music hosts the Libstaffs. The venue was beyond stunning. Picture perfect views of the water, the Olympics smiling proudly in the background, birds dancing in flight overhead, and the sun burned orange and salmon pink. I couldn't take my eyes off it. That wasn't the only thing I couldn't keep my eyes off of. There was a bounty of delicious foods and drink and folks were smiling, relaxed, and so friendly.

And then I saw my two dear friends.

Lorraine Hart, musician, writer, poet, minister, activist, and dear friend was doing the reading last night. She was bouncing about with light and energy, raring to go. My dear friend Mizu Sugimura, a fine artist, writer, and photographer in her own right, was there with her son Bryan (who was as smart as a whip and a delightful conversationalist) was all decked out in her vintage Hawaiian dress and boasted a large delicious flower in her hair. I settled into a comfy couch with my wine and just let myself be and observe. I wondered who was the musician for the night (I hadn't much of a clue). So finally I caught a glimpse of Darden Smith, a nationally and internationally renown singer/songwriter who was to be the music for our evening. I instantly liked him, though he was a total stranger. Something about the look--when you kinda know you're just going to like someone. I knew it would be a great evening.

Lorraine began her reading in her rich, resonant "accent from everywhere" and immediately I was transfixed. I've read a lot of Lorraine's poetry and some essay work, but to hear her read her work, was another world, a world that made me laugh, made me think, and nearly made me cry. Through Lorraine's words, whether they spoke of great love, great peace, or great pain, she bared her soul to the world and brought us in for a warm embrace anyway. And the mountain spoke. The mountain spoke in the beautiful voice of a person I am proud to call a friend. I swelled with pride as I watch her, in essence, kick literary ass.

All the while, artist Tweed Meyer, well known throughout the northwest of painting performers LIVE through their performances (and for some stunning landscape painting), was on hand, creating a painting of Lorraine (and later Darden Smith). Watching her work swiftly, but masterfully, as if the words and music were telling her in a language that only they and she could understand, worked her magic on the canvas. I admired Tweed's gentle and very sweet personality and quiet genius through her art. Check out her site on the link above. Again, the mountain spoke through the art of Tweed.

Then Mr. Smith came on board as the sun set deep into the mountains and the bright blaze was surreal. With a light southern drawl and the gift of humor and gab, he charmed us with this stories, his follies and foibles in our local area (and this is a man who truly embraces the Pacific Northwest, and if you do that, you've got me right at the door!). His music and lyrics were spot on for the setting.This dude is the real deal and he helps serve as a mentor for kids to boot. Check out his site with the link above. I'll shut my trap and I'll let the music talk as it tells the story far better than I can. Here's one of the songs I heard last night that I liked in particular and was pleased to find it on You Tube:

So, the mountains also talk with a guitar and the twang of Darden Smith.

Art and Puget Sound at its finest. Sigh.

Island Life is Good for You!

2010-07-21T19:52:00.000-07:00

Life is a beach. A beach in the Southern Puget Sound in Washington State, USA. Read and revel in my travel piece that I wrote for my local paper about Anderson Island, Washington and the fine establishment the August Inn. It's easy to do: click HERE and it'll take your right to the paper and my post. Now I shall tease you with more relaxing pics. Enjoy! And read. And if you're local, or not so much, consider this adventure!


Ah! Sea, Beach, Trees, and Mountains--this is the surroundings of my Gritty City!

Washington beach at it's finest.

Pretty House. Pretty August Inn

Busy Really is a Four Letter Word!

2010-07-19T20:36:00.000-07:00

The picture above is just so ick.

I have been BUSY. Ugh. I hate even typing that. Being busy is so gross. I have been literally rolling out of bed and just GOING. Flying by the seat of my shorts. Packing the day. Scurrying about like a freaked out rat. I hate being a busy person as it so flies in the face of my life, gets caught in the fan, and shredded to bits.

I don't like being busy. I like things to fill my day, but overwhelming busy zaps my soul. I have had a weird schedule of multiple appointments, chores, driving, spontaneity, and getting very far behind in work. And in my writing romance (sorry). I am bone tired at the end of the day and I end up with various components of reality television on E, CNN Headline News, or some variation of a Lifetime movie to fall asleep.

That can't be good. And no, I didn't make links (see above) like every good blogger should.

I read this letter in a beauty magazine, that the reader felt like summertime beats the hell out of her feet (due to the elements and activities) and it's hard work to keep up with perfect looking summery feet.

I think summer is great fun, but it can beat the hell out of your feet. And other stuff. Work hard, play hard? Well, that's still the concept of busy and that's still pretty gross.

Drunkety

2010-07-13T20:10:00.000-07:00

My old pal (we'll just call her Special K of the South) posted on Facebook that she was all "drunkety" on some delicious wine and conversation. I don't really recall the wine she was touting (and she knows her stuff) I was just impressed with the word "drunkety."

Wine, well, it is really is pretty great. I am a ~~wino~~ wine enthusiast myself. I love wine to pair with some kick ass cooking and for sipping and engaging in fabulous discussion. In fact, I enjoyed a little Pinot Grigio (crisp and cold) while preparing (and devouring) this vegetarian dish (see below) that I crafted from my local farmer's market. EVERYTHING was fresh as fresh (except the spaghetti and olive oil, store bought). I even got fresh bread, too. Add in some fresh picked golden raspberries, and voila! Dinner is done, healthy, fresh, and cheap. So here's some fruit porn:

Now for the recipe! Pic first.

Basil Pesto Pasta With Zucchini and Mint | Real Simple Recipes

Enjoy!

Unplugged, Mosquito Bites, Weird Stuff, and Left Field

2010-07-11T23:11:00.000-07:00

Gritty went on a vacation and went unplugged for a bit. Okay, not completely unplugged. I goofed on Facebook for a bit. But that doesn't count.

So, I had a great time doing some Pacific Northwest island living (watch for an upcoming post so you can too!). One part kind of stunk though--took a tumble on some gravel (saved my pretty wine glass, not ONE drop spilled) and got bit to hell by mosquitoes. I've discovered a good twenty bites. The little vampires left me all itchy and scratchy and oozy.

Ah, the devils here!

I had some other stuff tossed at me out of left field (teaser of future posts) and have decided to embrace the weirdness.

So, I am going to take a little time to recoup, and I'll be back with all kinds of stuff.

Now, I am going to go apply my various salves for insect bites and hit the hay. Goodnight.

Armpit Hair: A Summertime Beauty Review

2010-07-06T21:22:00.000-07:00

I was picking up some stuff at my local Sephora beauty store, when I came across the DERMAdoctor skincare brand. I've gotten some samples of their products before and I really like them. That's when my eye caught THIS:

Called Gorilla Warfare, this product notes the following: hair minimizing antiperspirant deodorant. Pit hair minimizing? Seriously? So the packaging notes that not only does it make your pits smell good (or I guess NOT smell bad) it gradually minimizes the regrowth of underarm hair using natural ingredients (and no animal ingredients or animal testing which is a personal and necessary bonus for me). Plus some of the proceeds of the sales will go to the Jane Goodall Institute.

So far, so good at least with the product premise. The price for this stuff was a bit spendy (for pit stick) and I wanted to know if it really worked. According to the reviews on Sephora it worked beautifully. Personally, I loathe underarm hair. That's me and that's my deal. And I like to smell nice. With that, and all the good animal stuff to boot, I decided to give it a go.

After about a week, I see no evidence of reduced hair growth, but according to reviewers,that takes time anyway. It certainly works in eliminating body order (I've been really active and sweaty lately and that's a good test). This product has to dry completely before you don your clothes and that is a little tiresome (I think it takes a little longer than I care for). When I did get impatient once this week, I pulled on a black t-shirt dress over my head and the stuff streaked all over the place and made it's way to the front bottom portion of my dress. But luckily, it came out nicely with a little wet washcloth. Now the next step is to do my Gritty Pit Shaving Report in a week or two to see if the experiment is working!

Signed, Gritty, Beauty Scientist (who, it appears, will really, really write about ANYTHING).

Who Would You Suffer For?

2010-07-05T22:49:00.000-07:00

I was looking up a group on Facebook for some research for a different post, and quite randomly, found several groups devoted to this Bob Marley quote:

"Truth is, everyone is gonna hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."

When I first read this, I thought it was a downer and pretty cynical. Then I thought about it....

So, of course after about five minutes of thought I stuck it my profile, where others put quotes, or little bits about themselves. I put it on there because he's right.

I wonder what it would be like, on a really bad day, when people are hurting each other, to say, "I suffer for you?" I wonder if that would be a salve or an infection?

Think about all the people that interact with you in life....are there some that aren't worth suffering for anymore? Do you think you make others suffer but they care about you so much that they are willing to take that on their shoulders? I can say a resilient YES to those questions.

In the last, oh, 5 or 6 years, I've been able to better sort through who is worth suffering for. It hasn't been easy. But, as I age, I've had more guts in letting people in my life go and know that it is okay to do that. However, on the other hand, I also have the willingness to let others back in; albeit, with some limits. And that's okay too.

I've noted that as a parent of a child on the autistic spectrum, I suffer daily from this relationship. Out of anyone in my world, I suffer here the most. However, I realized my child suffers daily from me too. Loving and parenting this child is hard and each day I make mistakes, sometimes so many, that I can lose count. In the end though, BOTH of us are worth it, regardless. I forget this sometimes.

And sometimes, I think the quote may be a little wrong. I mean, what about OURSELVES? We hurt ourselves regularly. I've been doing that lately myself. I decided I don't care for my look as of late, I feel wickedly behind and slow on my book project, I punish myself for being grumpy when I am dog tired and had enough....The list could go on.

But it won't. Because I realized, that despite it all, I am worth suffering for ME.

Where do you stand?

Final Twilight Mash-up

2010-07-05T22:01:00.000-07:00

I read this review of the Twilight Series Eclipse movie in The Stranger written by I am guessing a twenty something urban hipster chick. Now, before I am raked over the coals by Twihards, look, I liked the movies. They're not Oscar material most certainly but they are fun. This person, did not like so much. The review is rather funny crude in some bits and crude crude in others, but she has some interesting points (like all the murmuring from Bella--I get that) and I think it gives a good perspective the of "anti-demographic" for this movie and publishing dynasty.

I also saw this quiz on another writer's blog, so I took it. The quiz was supposed to be about what Twilight character are you. I thought it meant ANY character so I was hoping to be the fatherly figure vamp Carlyle the head Cullen vamp, because I like his weird accent and kindly doctor manner. Oh, I am a Cullen all right, but weird and cute Alice. I read the thing wrong, it's FEMALE character. Ah well. Alice is cool. A little creepy, but cool. My Alice link is HERE because I know you are dying to take the quiz yourself....Unless you're in the anti-demographic, which, I would suspect I'd find your arguments awfully interesting, so post away. But before you start, yes, I am old, in the mom demographic, and I SWORE I'd never read the books (but I did and read them fast).

Have at it, kids.

Okay, I am done with Twilight for some time.

Mad Women in Preparation for Mad Men

2010-07-02T07:33:00.000-07:00

This is the avatar of myself I created on the Mad Men website in preparation for the season premiere this month. I shall call her Greta Gritty, complete with 60's flip/bob (actually looks like my own hair these days), weekend wear and a gun. As Greta, I am meeting cutie/cad Don Draper in a bar. Of course it shows Don drinking wine, which is silly, as he'd be having his signature Old Fashioned or a martini. I would drink the wine though. Both glasses shown.

And the whole gaggle of breadsticks, I'll tell you what.

Swell.

A Gritty Review of Eclipse

2010-06-30T23:35:00.000-07:00

Okay, my lovely 8 year old daughter and I saw "Eclipse."

And you know what? Here in Grit City, specifically, the movie theater suburbs, there were FEW in the theater. It was maybe 1/4 full. And there were a lot of guys there. Most with a date. There was one alone with two large buckets of buttered movie popcorn. I expected a mob. Yelling teens. Fanfare.

Not a bit. Not anything. Quiet. I mean, what happened?

My opinion? Some of you won't want to hear this. But... first. NO, no links. No pics. You all get overload on the internets (I prefer internets over internet, my quirk). No, really I am too lazy to make links. Sorry. Still like the bad grammar of internets though.

I am pissed off at character Bella Swan. Take Jacob and have pups.Seriously. I know you won't. But we as fans can dream, yes? Or with another novel by Ms. Meyer. Or some filmmaker. Whoever. This is where Gritty will stand.

Okay, done with my real analysis and that's where I shall lose the Edward people. Ah well.

Now, the movie analysis.

LOVED the action sequence. The humor was terrific. Standouts: Bella and Charlie exchanges, Edward and Jacob exchanges.

But.

I love actress Kristen Stewart. She's a fantastic actress. I've seen her in other stuff, and she's good. I think she's sick of this Twilight stuff. But hey, it's her job, she's cool with it, and she's pro. She'll be okay. The boys (the male leads) are devouring this stuff and all the stuff that goes with it. I like them. They are sweet and love what they do clearly (boys, I wish you a break out role outside of Twilight and I think you can do it, particularly Mr. Lautner).

Was the movie perfect? Naw.(Um...background scenery anyone? What was up?) I like the additional stories (anytime you see and hear about the wolves is a bonus, and yes, I am biased) and the back stories of the Cullen family and I think the Cullens are kinda cool (I think Carlyle and Esme are my heroes for trying to save Bree, and I like Peter Facinelli and Elizabeth Reaser who are terrific actors and wish I could see them MORE (hint, hint future Breaking Dawn peeps) and I thought hearing about Rosalie and Jasper past lives were cool (okay bring on Alice and Emmett, let's hear more about them on film). Nikki Reed who plays Rosalie is so pretty and talented (still impressed by "Thirteen"). I liked the action scenes (a movie highlight). The fight scenes were a blast and I adored the Cullen's black "fight" gear. Super cute. Bryce Dallas Howard was great as Victoria and I like her because she's cool and humble to boot (saw the interviews). I didn't like the wigs (c'mon Bella, Alice, and Jasper--ick).Too fakey.

So, I expect to be haunted by my comments. Of course, if it's a wolf, I'd show them around the house.

Running Shoe Heaven

2010-06-29T21:41:00.000-07:00

As a regular runner, there is nothing better than fresh, clean, and utterly PERFECT feeling running shoes. Above is a picture of the latest pair of new shoes I bought (Brooks Adrenaline)!Ah, wonderful shoe porn.

For me, this shoe is totally heavenly in that I have a tough to fit foot (skinny, long, narrow, stupid). Running shoe shopping is a lesson in frustration, because I tend to try on shoes, over and over again, that slip off my heel or my foot swims around in and more often than not walk away with nothing. The first shoes that I ever ran in (7th grade track) were some very odd boxy shoes in red, white, blue and tan goofy stripes in some unknown materials that my airline employee uncle brought back from Korea that my parents paid about $5.00 for. Seriously. After my feet nearly self-destructed (running barefoot would have been better), my folks decided to let me "borrow" my mom's running shoes (Sauconys, ugly as hell, and a whole size larger than my actual foot and a wide width). The rationale? My folks didn't want to invest in real shoes until they knew I would be taking this sport seriously. I showed dead seriousness very quickly (plus crocodile tears about my ugly borrowed shoes). So it was then that the shoe parade began. A blessing and a curse.

I've tried the following brands over the many years as a runner: Nike, Saucony, New Balance, Reebok, Avia, Adidas. Nike was by far the worst (like wearing shoe boxes on my feel, too wide, but got 'em anyway and wore TWO pairs of socks to compensate plus they were a shitty lavender color).The best (until now) was this goofy looking pair of Reeboks that I purchased in the early 1990's for $115 (that's right, that much back then!). I charged them on my nearly maxed out credit card. But I loved them so much. They stopped making that particular style and I had to start all over again. It was horrible. I think I actually cried. But I moved on.

So, then of course, in the mid nineties came a brief but intense bought of being broke (hence the outlet stores became a shopping misery staple). Then came internet shopping options and after searching for skinny footed running shoes, New Balance seemed to be the only one that carried a narrow width. I went ahead and ordered them off the internet for cheap without trying them on. I got lucky. But they wore out quickly. I tried another style of narrow width New Balance,another internet bargain, and they worked fine, but I wasn't seriously running at that point. Then I started running seriously again some time back and my hip started to hurt. My bargain shoes were kinda old and taking a lot of abuse. I wrote off the hip pain as being old and lame; it hadn't occurred to me that it was shoes. After not being able to lie down on my right side (EVER) due to pain, and not wanting to go to the doctor (as usually, with these kinds of aches and pains, they order many X-rays, MRIs, physical therapy, and the like, only to really be told, "Eh, it will just take some time" after you've wasted hours of time and oodles of cash and don't feel better), I decided to go to a REAL place (like a running exclusive store) and have a REAL person (who REALLY runs) and have a REAL fitting.

Enter the shoe brand, Brooks. Here's the interesting part: they are Brooks regular width. That's right! Regular width like normal people! They fit amazingly well. The cute guy that sold 'em to me, really spent time watching me run in the store, my gait, stride, all of it. After I started using my new shoes, viola! Significantly reduced hip pain during each run. Now, little to no pain at all! Hooray!

My lesson? Get fitted at a proper store. Spend some time doing this. Spend the $$$$. If you can't bear to part with the extra cost, then just do the fitting, get all the information about the shoes you like and hit Ebay running (literally)!

I Actually Bought a Book On How to Get This Back! Really!

2010-06-28T20:03:00.000-07:00

I thought it wouldn't hurt. So, how do you keep mojo revved?

A Good Old Fashioned Girl Cry Works Wonders

2010-06-26T14:22:00.000-07:00

So, last night I found the picture of the blue crying happy face and noted my title as Failure. But actually, there was no failure at all. After a tough and mildly stupid week, I failed to keep my emotions in. They exploded last night and this is a very good thing. Thus, I grabbed some wine, Kleenex, and a cozy blanket and let myself have a good, gut wrenching snot inducing puffy eyed Girl CRY. It worked wonders.

The emotional purge was miserable to produce, but worth it in the recovery phase. I feel like a fresh new person today.

Here's what I learned:

1. A couple of days this past week I simply didn't sit down for many hours on end. Constantly moving. I was pretty damn tired. I needed to let myself be tired, take care of myself by resting, and not apologizing for it and for being a breakable human.

2. My son has been great really most of the week, but Tuesday was a nightmare (bad autism tantrum). Those suck the life out of me and I need to better acknowledge that and HONOR that I am sucked dry. And I need to remind myself that the disabilities have been super light the rest of the week, in fact they seem to be completely hiding! I need to acknowledge that some days there really is a respite from that stuff.

3. My stupid hair. Yes, I was obsessed about my stupid hair. It's just hair. At least I have hair on my head, right? I got this new haircut, while a perfectly lovely haircut by a very good stylist, it was fluffy and cute and good in theory. For a couple of days. Then I couldn't style it properly and it looked off and wasn't as flattering. I have decided that I am going to go back to my roots of dealing with my hair: do as much as I feel like (which isn't much on a typical day) and let the hairs fall where they may. Today I did just that and it was terrific to move on rather than spending 20 minutes with various shaped brushes and lotions and potions and find myself frustrated. And the style looked fine today--it passed muster. Then I decided to play with a fresh make-up look and cute clothes. That was far more fun and better use of my emotional self.

4. I have acknowledged that I have the right to have a bad day, a bad afternoon, or bad week. Whatever. I don't need to be the light for everyone.

5. It feels good to feel gritty and fight back from feeling just overall yuck.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.....

Well....Title: Failing

2010-06-25T21:13:00.000-07:00

My Allergies and Nose Are So Miserable That I Became This!

2010-06-24T19:47:00.000-07:00

Dislike! Frustration! Blahs!

2010-06-23T22:14:00.000-07:00

Yep, one of those kinds of days. Read title again.

Just one of those days that didn't quite click correctly, sort of like when your bike chain is about ready to fall off and the bikes ride is off and you know it. Or you keep stumbling on a flat road. Or you stub your toe repeatedly. You get the idea.

My mom is very sick and in pain right now due to an infection after a foot surgery. Two friends are feeling poorly and having their own health problems. I found myself frustrated because I really can't help them. Sure I can be a listener, run errands for them, bring food, and do the little things that help. But I want to HELP. I want to solve the problem and heal them. Case closed.

Witnessed large amounts of poor driving skills on the roads, from the reckless to the hesitant, to the inattentive. Was nearly hit by one of these people.

I am mad at my hair. Yep. My hair. I cannot replicate the style at the salon. Wrote the word "hats" on my shopping list.

Attended the community ~~cess~~pool with the children. Had to enter in the pool and swim too, as I don't trust my son in the water. Though he does well in the pool now and has for years, in years past, with his autism, the pool was like going to battle sometimes. Overcrowding, loud noises, and aggressive bratty pool kids (without parental supervision) drove him to lash out (read: hit other kids). Haven't trusted him since. So in the pool I go, typically one of three token parents in the pool with kids. Besides I wanna be a good mom and enjoy time with my kids. Yet, despite the warm summer day, the pool was chilly and miserable (the kids felt similarly). Decided that I didn't want to put my head in water because I swear I saw a chunk of food floating along. Got splashed badly by this obnoxious rough housing teen so it didn't matter. My daughter tends to climb all over me in swimming pools--cute and fun at first and cloying at the end. Cringe at being touched at the moment. Then I got sneezing/allergy attack--got swollen eyes and runny nose at the pool (it's outdoors). Shoveling in Benadryl.

Paid bills. Mad about bills. Don't like bills.

Afraid of my garage. Had enormous dead rat melodrama Sunday morning. Feeling terrified ever since.

Asked if I was "stressed out" or "grumpy" three times today by three different people. Answered "Sure" each time.

Forgot laundry in the wash. It sat there overnight. It stinks and now I have to re-do it.

Actually feeling a little grumpy that there's nothing I want to watch on the E channel. Yes, that's right, the E channel.

Okay, you've got a treat! This post really will end! The Bendryl has kicked in, the nose is clear, the eyes are soothed, and I am very sleepy. Into the pillow.

Off I go to regain my balance, refocus, refresh...

Nah. I wanna pass out, go dark, and wake up to the light.

Happy Dad's Day, Mr. Thompson!

2010-06-20T14:33:00.000-07:00

Here is a little ditty for my husband (and the awesome father of our kids)!

Facebook: Friend, Frenemy, or Foe? A Provocative Interview!

2010-06-17T09:49:00.000-07:00

Well, okay, so it's a self interview. I had to get you in the door, right? But, I do think some of you may agree with some points. I KNOW you have comments and opinions about Facebook. Love or loathe it, read this and let me know what you've got to say.

So Kim Thompson (KT) interviews Gritty (GR). Away we go!

KT: Why did you sign up for a Facebook account?

GR: Because my husband and friend did. Peer pressure.

KT: Do you like Facebook?

GR: About half the time. I mean, sometimes it's really fun and informative. Other times I get irritated. Sometimes it's a little boring.

KT: What irritates you about Facebook?

GR: Clutter. Posts about the same thing over and over. ANY game. Vague posts.

KT: Have you ever been rejected on Facebook, meaning someone didn't "friend" you?

GR: Yes! And then I obsess about it! Then when that gets boring, I don't give a shit.

KT: Have you ever friended anyone who you used to date? Or gotten a friend request?

GR: Yes. I friended all of them.

KT: How did THAT go?

GR: Well! They are really nice guys actually. I read that Facebook etiquette says if you have old dates or boyfriends send a request, just go ahead and add 'em (unless they were complete assholes). Typically, there's a couple of "How are you? " messages and that is pretty benign and totally fine. The past guys that found me are really sweet and interesting. Of course I NEVER dated assholes anyway. I'm lucky.

KT: I thinking you are lying about the assholes, but okay fine. So, have YOU ever tried to friend someone you used to date?

GR: Yes.

KT: Really? Why would you do that?

GR: Heavy drinking and curiosity.

KT: How did that work out?

GR: Actually, fine. Nice conversation.

KT: What does your husband think of all of this?

GR: He doesn't care actually. He thinks it's funny. He does get annoyed with me when I whine about folks. He always says, "Maybe it's time to do some spring cleaning, eh?" That shuts me up and he knows it 'cause I don't go around deleting people. I am too damn nice for my own good .

KT: If you did delete someone, what's the big deal?

GR: I dunno. Maybe the Facebook police would come. No I really don't know. My husband is usually right about this stuff. Dammit.

KT: What do you LIKE about Facebook?

GR: Well, I love people's stories and finding out new and interesting things about them. I like rediscovering old friendships and finding common ground. I love sharing information and creating good discussion. I like to see what people like and don't like. I love sticking links to GCW to my writing (try not to overdo it though and burn people out). Neato little business tool. It's fun. But most of all, I love snooping around into other people's shit.

KT: Uh, that's kinda a bold statement.

GR: But it's true! Really, c'mon. We are human. We like to snoop. We like to find secrets and some intrigue.

KT: I don't like to snoop! I genuinely enjoy the Facebook banter and sharing.And I doubt you find intrigue.

GR: Liar on the not snooping part. Truth teller on the intrigue part.

KT: Okay, whatever. Do you think you hang onto your account for a long time?

GR: Who knows? For now, yes. But I think it will go away. Perhaps we'll have to keep in touch the old fashioned way with folks someday--like talking to them. Just like everything, Facebook will end. Cue well placed Death Cab for Cutie video.

Bullies Nearly Sully Disabled Child's Sunny Weekend

2010-06-13T20:23:00.000-07:00

Like many 11 year old boys, my son loves to ride his bike. He loves the freedom of the road, the challenge of finding cool neighborhood bike routes, and the wind in his face. Biking is his ultimate freedom . And that freedom includes neighborhood rides to the sports card and memorabilia shop and the local park. Great exercise, exploring one's community, and catching some sunshine was the goal for Saturday, isn't that enough?

Apparently, for some bullies in a car, it was not enough.

As my son waited on his bike at the light on a busy street close to our home, some teen boys in a car yelled at my son, called him names, and pelted melted cupcakes at him.

What were those kids thinking? I think I know. I suspect it went something like this: "Hey, see the fat kid up there on the bike? Let's throw this at him. It'll be funny!" (Or something said far cruder, I imagine).

The cupcakes were thrown at my son's face, but he blocked the throws and it splattered over his favorite t-shirt and shorts, his right arm, socks, and shoes. The perpetrators drove off instantly. My son was humiliated and upset. He called home on his cell phone (yes, he has one, a move that at first we thought was crazy to do for someone this age, but now take great comfort in the fact that he has one). He told his dad what happened. My husband jumped in our car immediately and drove the few blocks away to get our son. After loading up the bike and our son, they drove to get my daughter and I, who happened to be out on a neighborhood walk at the time, to tell us what happened.

And what happened would upset any child, but my son is not any child. He is on the autistic spectrum (high functioning) with some added conditions. Life is not easy for my child. The fact that he can even ride a bike (despite some impaired fine and gross motor skills) is a big deal. He's worked hard, despite huge challenges to earn his independence on his bike. He has to work harder, plan further, and deal with some issues that no child should ever have to deal with. While he is a big kid, medications to treat his conditions, pack on weight, something he struggles with every single day. The hardest part of it all and the most difficult to stomach, is that my son has been the survivor of bullying in the school system and elsewhere multiple times. He dealt with the following: being called dumb, slow, weird, disturbed, and fat. Some of these cruel peers from his mid-elementary school days, did receive punishment for their poor behavior. Most didn't. I even had some of them do this right in front of ME, in a bold and uncaring move. Even adults in my community, who were either unwilling or unable to have understanding, said inappropriate comments within an earshot of my child. Each day is work for my son. Each day is work for our family. Each day presents challenges.

And now this.

But there is a good news story in all of this. Really.

After being very upset when my son returned home, he did something rather unexpected. He handled the situation very maturely and wisely. He said, "I am mad about this, but I am sad, too." He remained calm, despite it all. In the past, my husband and I would have expected a tantrum, tears, depression, and/or anger due to his conditions. Not here. Although he did say, "I don't think I want to ride my bike anymore." It was then, that as parents, our hearts got crushed. My husband was even reduced to tears when our son had left the room, he was so shaken. We were so angry, sad, and disappointed. We wished we would have caught the horrid people that did this and had a word with them. We wished life wasn't so unfair. We wished, since that this happened on a busy street, that some caring adult would have stopped to help, offer a kind word, or something. This did not happen. Nothing happened but injustice and cruelty. And even though we worked hard to show love, kindness, and support to our son for the rest of the evening, it was still hard to breathe and think. We wondered if this would be a big setback for him and this worried us to no end.

But it was this 11 year old, developmentally and learning disabled child that turned it around in less than a day.

First thing this morning, my son declared, "I am going to be riding my bike A LOT." And this is what he did! He went out on ride after ride, stopping back at home to refuel with food, water, rest, love, and support. And time after time, we sent him back out again as he wished, seeing a boy more and more restored. He returned more and more tired, thirsty, and sweaty, but triumphant. It was pure joy to see this strength of purpose and sense of being.

You see, he took back HIS community. He took back HIS streets. He took back HIS freedom and fun. He took back the fact that despite disabilities, he had the RIGHT to live his life. And he taught us to do the very same in the face of adversity.

So, to the punks that assaulted my son: you LOST. To the adults in my community: if you are a parent, grandparent, relative, neighbor or someone who cares about children, what can you do to break the cycle of bullying for any child? How can you stand up to adversity on behalf of children? How can you send a message of love and understanding? These questions should be treated, just like the boy who wouldn't stop riding. Keep riding, keep going, and keep going strong.

Thanks, Son.

Reader's Note: This post also appeared on Autism Sucks and the Tacoma News Tribune's In Your Neighborhood.

The Mysterious Case of the Missing Manners

2010-06-08T10:36:00.000-07:00

Well, really it's no mystery. Or is there?

Here's the deal: girl child wanted to have a birthday party and invited children to attend. Since girl child is turning 9, this is going to probably be it for formal birthday parties. So, we decided to do a little something extra special. We also moved her party to June (her birthday is mid-August) because getting party goers to come to a party during prime vacation time where we live has been really hard in the past couple of years.

So said invitations were given out about three and half weeks before the party. There was an RSVP request (along with my name, number, and e-mail address). It was particularly important to get RSVP's since this party was being held at a venue and we needed a good headcount to proceed.

I received two RSVPS by e-mail. One was from family (cousins). The other from a schoolmate of my daughter's. That's it.

However, my daughter got some verbal "yeses" from her other classmates themselves. Not the parents however. I attempted to got more contact information as we got dangerously close to the party date. No success. So, I proceeded to prepare and plan for 15. We ended up getting NINE.

And those NINE that arrived were treated to extra pizza, extra cupcakes and extra take home goodies. Great for them.

Still leads me to the fact that there was still minimal RSVPS. What's awkward is that I see these parents and children in the community all the time; but some don't think a thing of it. It sure would have been nice to know. I mean, I frankly don't care why they could or could not come; I just wanted to know yes or no. Plus, it kind of hurt my daughter's feelings, particularly the ones that exclaimed they'd be there with bells on and never showed.

Why don't people answer RSVP's? I ALWAYS do. I feels it's courteous. Don't others think that too?

South Sounders Taking Action: Local Animal Neglect/Abuse Case

2010-06-08T09:42:00.000-07:00

One of the great privileges of living in the South Sound, specifically Pierce County, Washington is that I bear witness, on almost a daily basis, to the kindness, compassion, and advocacy of my fellow citizens. Whether they are an average person (like me), someone in the mix of working the day to day operations of solving problems, or an elected official, I get the sense (and see the evidence) that we are all in this together and we want to help. Such is the case in the recent seizure of over 70 animals from an Eatonville, WA residence that were horribly neglected and living in very poor conditions.

Upon seeing this story on the front page of The News Tribune, citizens and other groups offered to help these animals (which ranged from domesticated pets, like dogs and cats to farm animals). I, myself, was moved into action. Personally speaking, I was particularly on fire to help due to some articles and viral Facebook posts, videos, and e-mails on some very recent and horrific national animal abuse/neglect cases. But I was particularly passionate to get involved with this story due to the simple fact that this incident was in my own backyard.

So, I decided to send an e-mail to the Pierce County Auditor’s office (where Animal Services resides) to ask what I can do to be of assistance. I am glad I did.

I heard back from Pierce County Auditor, Julie Anderson, herself, along with Tim Anderson, Animal Services Manager. In light of the fact that I knew this was a busy office with many responsibilities, I was surprised (and delighted) that I received a prompt and thoughtful response. What was clear to me, is the that Animal Services team led to by our Auditor, care about the welfare of the animals and are working as quickly and diligently as possible to address the injustices to the animals and to ensure the animals are safe, secure, cared for, and receiving treatment to restore their health. And I was impressed by the fact, though they are working with legal confinements and limited budgetary resources, they are energetic to engage new ideas and processes and to remain vigilant to protect animals. I also liked that they appreciated citizen input and involvement. Along with our officials, I love the fact that animal organizations locally have stepped up to the plate help. This is a good news story, as I’ve said, and will reiterate again, that Pierce County residents have good hearts and can (and do!) work together.

More good news. The animals that were taken from the property are all receiving the care that they require in safe facilities. As the case unfolds, I suspect that in the end, many of the animals will be able to be adopted by loving people in our community. We shall see; but I am confident this case will close peacefully and appropriately. I am also confident, readers, that this is just the beginning of more animal advocacy, discussion, and education in our community. Wouldn’t you agree?

In the meantime, in response to the public's desire to help, the Auditor encouraged people to make donations to the following organizations:

Humane Society for Tacoma and Pierce County
2608 Center St.
Tacoma, WA 98409
(253) 383-2733
www.thehumanesociety.org/

Ripley's Horse Aid Foundation
1530 William Way #204
Mount Vernon, WA 98273
(360) 424-8250
www.freewebs.com/rhaf/

Pierce County Animal Control
2401 South 35th St., Room 200
Tacoma WA 98409-7483
(253) 798-PETS

I'll be making my donation today.

Update, June 9th: The TNT's Kathleen Merryman has a column that appears this morning about this neglect case and the issue of animal hoarding. This is a good piece with sound tips. It also gives illustration of who we can move forward to fix the problem and shortened response time. Check it out HERE.

Okay, okay let me clarify

2010-06-06T08:52:00.000-07:00

My post from last night, written after a little wine, and late into the evening, was a foray into creating some pretty words and trying to find passion.

Now everyone thinks I am looking for a new man and/or want to have an affair.

Folks, this isn't the case.

Would I love to have more time with my husband and break away from the day to day routine/grind? Of course! Who wouldn't? Passion is awesome. Would I like more? Sure!

I guess the point I was trying to make (which I made rather poorly) is that I want a project, a new friend, a cause, something that evokes the same power as falling in love. I am not a bored person (I am a busy one at times). I am not a lonely person (I have great support and interaction).

I found that in the last few days, over a huge outrage in a animal cruelty case, I was set on fire. I wrote letters to politicians, I wrote my ass off, I researched, I brainstormed possibilities of how I could help, I reinforced my beliefs, and developed new ones.

Now that my friends, is falling in love. Again. And it's amazing.

So, no, I am not controversial, a jerk to my husband, a woman on the loose. Nope. Just a person who needs a freshening up. Don't we all?

Longing to Fall in Love

2010-06-05T22:46:00.000-07:00

Lately, I've felt like something is missing. I have longing for...something. Someone. Somewhere. Some.....

I want to fall in love. I want those powerful falling in love feelings. If you are my age, you know. The ache, the obsession, the bright eyes, the spring in the step. The newness, the freshness. The bright lights. The unexpected. The Quick Fix.

Now, don't think this is some weirdo post. I love my husband and family. But I feel the need to jump start some passion, some purpose, totally fresh and clean love. Maybe that's with a person. A subject. A thing. A concept. I have a full life. I have happiness and pain, in uneven and unpredictable amounts. Autism lives in my house and it's a bit shitty. But beyond that, I have good stuff. Family that love me to the core. Friends. Loyalty. I have a dog. A house. A garden. I have the ability to feel stuff.

But, as imperfect and human as I am, I want to fall in love. Again. I want to yearn. I want to twist and turn, in a good way. I want to feel, with all molecules, that emotion of first love, rattling me to my core.

And at my core, is a 41 year old woman, who is vibrant and alive. Gritty. Just a little thirsty.

Doggie Love

2010-06-04T15:55:00.000-07:00

Another reason why my love of animals has intensified even more!

This is my border collie, Kona. This is her baby picture. Early next week, she turns one! As a baby, she was beautiful but mischievous and obstinate. We loved her anyway and she loved us anyway.

Here she is at about seven months old.

Here she is today. She really is a fine dog. Happy birthday, pupster!

Animal Abuse Outrage in Ohio

2010-06-03T10:22:00.000-07:00

Words today (in black and white).

Stop Animal Abuse

The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. -Mahatma Gandhi

This injustice will not stand.

Quick background: an anti-animal abuse/cruelty group released footage of severe animal abuse on a dairy farm in Ohio. The primary culprit is being brought to swift justice. The animals that were terribly abused are being relocated to safe haven, as I have understood. The video is making national news and is flying around Facebook and other social networking sites. I clicked on the video on a friend's post on Facebook, not understanding what I was going to see. Less than 30 seconds of viewing ripped my soul out and smashed it to bits and left me drowning in tears. The link will NOT be posted on this site. If you wish to see it, a simple Google search will suffice. To note, you have been warned. So whether you can use your imagination through my brief text or wish to explore the case for yourself, I believe that we can do better in this country OVERALL with ALL farm animals and particularly, those farms, considered factory farms. I think that whether or not people choose to consume animals, many of us have compassionate hearts and would want to see these animals given proper care, respect, and no needless pain inflicted on them. Right?

I chose my path on my quest to follow my heart over 20 years ago when I first learned about these issues. I do my best.

Now I wish to do better.

Here are some really good links that give some solid information:

The Humane Society of the United States

ASPCA

Farm Sanctuary

Thank you for listening.

Happy Lite

2010-06-01T15:07:00.000-07:00

I used to get so irritated when movies or television shows that are set in Washington State depict their scenes with abnormally heavy rain and constant fog or ominous cloud cover. Then there are the folks who DON'T live here that ask about the rain. All the time. Sigh.

I always used to think this: Hey, it's not like THAT all the time!

Yet, lately it IS here, in Grit City.

The rain has come down hard and constant like being in a cold shower. The grayness is extra thick and impermeable. Everything is damp, muddy, moldy, and rusty. Especially the people who live here! I remarked yesterday on my Facebook status that it was 8:00 AM PST and all the blinds were drawn open so the light could pour in. My nightlights in the house STAYED ON. A good chunk of the day for that matter.

I am full blown weather weary. It's June for goodness sake. Everyone is complaining here, not just me. We are tired, lackluster, and mild cranky. So, I took steps to mitigate the effects of the weather.

I bought these (and wore this color in my outfit!):

I got this for strength:

Now when this didn't work, I added this in:

Then it was the final straw (and after a couple glasses of wine), I broke out the big guns and I bought the Happy Lite. It's a lighting system that is supposed to help people with Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and simulate sunshine, lightness, and brightness in your home.

I suspect it's merely an overpriced lamp.

What are your tricks for getting through stretches of wretched weather?

Local Grassroots Campaign Targets Improving School Lunches in Tacoma

2010-05-31T13:32:00.000-07:00

A local grassroots campaign in Tacoma, Washington is looking to accomplish school lunch reform in the Tacoma School District. By gathering signatures on a petition, the campaign aims to demonstrate that Tacoma residents really want school lunch improvements and healthier foods for children. A staggering percentage of local school children are on free or reduced lunch and breakfast (and for some kiddos, this may be the biggest or only meals of the day). A "fast-food" style entree won't cut it for optimum health for ANY child. With the huge rise of organic food consumption, eating locally movements, and the national initiative, the Let's Move campaign with First Lady Michelle Obama to end childhood obesity, America is taking healthful eating seriously. And now, Tacoma residents can lend their voices to the campaign as well, by taking steps to address school lunches. Want to get involved in this petition? It's easy.

The first step is to visit the popular family website, tacomamama. In fact I'll just take you there, so click right HERE. Click on the petition link from the home page, read the instructions, and e-sign it. Now for those of you who don't live in the Tacoma area, check out tacomamama anyway for some excellent and well written information about school lunches. You may also sign the petition symbolically (I did!). I suspect, that for many of us in neighboring Tacoma communities will find that this information will serve as a great catalyst for examining our own school districts in our own cities.

Strawberry Fields

2010-05-30T17:52:00.000-07:00

Fresh cut strawberries are summer's bottled sunshine. So, now that the summer season is approaching, I slather myself with this:

I then spritz myself with this:

Than I coat my lips with this:

I never, never use chemical, cloying, irritating strawberry scents like this:

Or this:

Happy Summer!

1986!

2010-05-26T20:32:00.000-07:00

Time travel with me to 1986. Click HERE to have some fun!

Autism Stew: The Heat is On

2010-05-25T19:41:00.000-07:00

Well, my friends, in am in the midst of autism stew here. Read all about it HERE. It's gritty, to be sure.

I (Heart) Yoga the Gritty Way

2010-05-21T15:26:00.000-07:00

I nicknamed last Thursday, Crud Thursday. It was a tough day all around, with many too many people falling apart, things piling up, and issues to solve. It was also crud because I wound up missing my first introductory yoga class at the terrific Source Yoga in Tacoma. I guess I must have carried my cruddy feelings through yesterday, because when I arrived at the yoga studio, I was excited, but tired, curious, but dull feeling. I yawned a lot before class. Gratefully and blessedly, this quickly changed.

First of all, yoga people are NICE people. Each and every one. My instructor, Angi, was the leader in NICE. Angi exuded this: no worries on the missed class, welcome, and here's some respite, enjoy. And this I did.

In a cozy, relaxing environment, out of the wind and rain, and most importantly, out of my house, I was sold after the well designed, well led meditation principles and practice that we began the session with. The crud washed away and I was ready for practice. I mean really ready.

And, as it turns out, I was ready for this class overall. When I first wrote about Source Yoga, in this blog and others, I noted that I have been doing yoga for some time. Out of some books. Yep, I studied the books, sequences, poses, diagrams, and did them on my own. It was so nice to be in a class because I wasn't really truly sure if I was understanding completely what I was supposed to do or not do and let's face it, doing yoga from book can be a bit lonely.

With Angi and her relaxed, warm and open style and PERFECT pacing, I began my journey refining, relearning, and developing my yoga skills. It felt good and my hunger for continuing my home practice and I wanted to learn to more to boot.

With that being said, for my local readers, if you are interested in beginning a journey in yoga, and you are new to the practice, in the future, consider this class. It will be worth your while. If you are looking for a different style of yoga practice, the Thursday evening meditation class may be right up your alley (click HERE to see more--for the summer session it is right after the intro class that I am in). I plan on attending that one next week to give it a try and I am really looking forward to it.

Peace!

Vegas: Cussing, Drinking, Golfing, Men, and Old Fart Syndrome

2010-05-20T07:58:00.000-07:00

I'm a Vegas person and I am the master at eavesdropping and here's my recent travel report.

Let's start with f**k. That's right. That word. This is the word you will hear so many times in Vegas that you will quickly lose track. This word is uttered by both men and women, young and old, drunk and sober (of course the drunks scream it the loudest, can be the funniest, and the scariest with that word). The young guys and East Coast guys (~~no offense~~) use it ever other word, so much so, that it becomes rather benign. Now, the worst offenders are the young women. They tend to pair it with very sexually explicit words to add that raunchy flavor. These girls don't realize how ridiculous they sound. In essence, as you walk The Strip, you are swirling in f**k. Okay, let's drink.

Oddly, I found myself drawn to vodka, specifically the vodka tonic. I am not sure why. I rarely drink vodka. Strangely, I could consume several vodka style drinks and not have any issues. Just pleasantry. I did dabble in some gin, but gin is Satan. For me. Not for the hubby. He loves the gin. He loves the martini. He had this in depth conversation at our favorite Caesar's Palace video poker bar with the bartender and a nice older man who could tell you everything you wanted to know (and would ever want to know) about scotch. Now, I could care less about the martini. I was more intrigued with the bartender. He carded me and told me I had the look of youth. BS, surely, but I didn't mind. He was really cute and his name was Dante. I declared after he poured my vodkas (and kept them flowing, I may add) that Dante was my new imaginary boyfriend. I decided to declare this aloud went Dante was with another customer. The hubby agreed. "He is cute. He can be your secret boyfriend. And he makes a good martini." Ugh. So about those men....The man martini, the man cigar, the man golf session....

So, I went as a ride along at the Paiute golf course north of Vegas with the hubby. The hubby is a respectable golfer and he's good. I love golf but I suck and I prefer to observe for now until I have the time and will power to get back in the game properly. We hit the course and I quickly realize that I am the only chick. This didn't daunt me--I was THRILLED. Now I can spy on all this man stuff. It was a busy day and we were paired with two very nice Japanese gents literally right off the plane, jet lag and all, there to play 36 holes. One of them spoke English.They were very polite and called my husband, Ree-chard and I was the lady friend. (To note: I did not plan well for the golf course wardrobe for myself--I was wearing large, cheeky sunglasses, my saucy cowgirlish straw hat, orange red lipstick, a billowy, trendy tank and platform sandals, the look of more of an escort than golf wife). One of our golf friends, Kiran (who didn't speak English), had this odd tendency to literally run from shot to shot, from cart to cart path to green. Running like a mad man. The only English I heard from him was on his bad shots: Goodbye ball and f**k it (the f word is alive and well globally). Speaking of cursing, there were the mo'fo brothers (as I called them) because every word was mother f'er. Every word. They were the group in front of our group and when a bad shot was hit, that mo'fo word flew and with brimstone and fire! Then another group (which I called the a-hole dad group) was a dad constantly instructing his sons and attempting to coach them in a mean, stupid way. There was a lot of spitting, bloody marys, cigar smoking, chips and hot dogs eaten, and beer consumed. And I soaked it all in, laughing my ass off the whole time. Now, speaking of ass....

I am officially an old fart. This was the first time I became cranky with the youth visiting Vegas. I grew weary of their loudness, crudeness, rudeness, and just being really stupidness. The twenty somethings all looked the same too. Thinking back, I suppose I was awfully stupid and not too terribly unique at that age as well. I dunno. All I know is that my tolerance was low. My ultimate revenge? At Caesar's Palace we stumbled upon a nightclub playing 80's music. The clientele ranged from late thirties to early fifties. We saw the young ones, with no money, drunk out of their gourds making fun of their elders from outside the club. So, hubby and I jumped in the mix watching a 50 something woman gyrate to AC/DC and a 40 something attempt to break dance (it wasn't good). My hubby had a ball (and platform danced to boot!). My dance skills were rusty (used to be decent) and rather boring. And my knee was sore. Plus my hip. And my shoes hurt my feet. But I gave a sneer at the young folk and did some martial arts style dance moves, old fart style. Perfect.

The Spirit in the Sky! Really?

2010-05-12T21:59:00.000-07:00

Recently, a friend and I had a rather intense, but good conversation about spirituality. We have different takes on it and we are in different places in our lives. In the end though, I took pause and considered my own spirituality, something I have not done in long time. In my many musings over the last while, I came to the conclusion, that well, I had no conclusion. Read on.

At age nine, I saw Jesus sitting in a pear tree in my grandparent's back yard. I saw a golden outline of a figure of a man in flowing robes and long hair (but a fuzzy, blurred face) appeared on a summery June day shortly after the devastating and sudden death of my grandpa. I believed he was sent down to give me comfort as I sat in the grass, alone, confused and quite sad. In my teens, I decided I was an agnostic because I found myself immersed in watching documentary film footage on PBS of the Vietnam War and it made me sick. When I joined the Lutheran church at the age of 30, I would weep at sermons because I was completely moved by the joy of hearing examples of the good of humanity and the lessons of good from God. It puzzled me why others in the congregation didn't feel as moved as I. As a child, I attended Catholic church with my grandma and no one smiled. It was cold and stiff and I didn't care for it. I've read the New Testament a couple of times, and while I am no scholar, I found it really cool. Loved it. I started reading the Old Testament but quit because I thought it was silly and boring. I love the prayerful nature of yoga and feel very comfortable uttering prayer and chant in yoga practice. There is great beauty to me in some of tenants of Buddhism and I laugh my ass off when comedian/political pundit Bill Maher pokes fun at organized religion. I donate regularly to a rescue mission that aids the homeless in my hometown (this place has a heavy Christian slant) yet abhor anyone, from any religion, going door to door (or country to country) spreading the "word" in a pushy or pressured way. I can sing every Christian based Christmas carol verse for verse. I try to immerse myself in Hawaiian mysticism in how it relates to a deep love of nature. I no longer attend Lutheran church and haven't in years. I was the only person who befriended the young Muslim mother and her children at my son's soccer practice years ago--I found her very interesting. I normally don't think about praying, but I do pray when I am so nauseous that I have to throw up, I am in difficult physical pain, or when my son becomes manic due to his disabilities. I see my relatives who passed before me in filtered sunlight and rainbows and I feel at peace. I believe the universe gives people/things/places to us for a reason. I refer to God as a man, but wouldn't be too terribly disappointed if I was wrong.

So, what does this mean? Easy. I am complicated, confused, all over the map, not ready. Yes, yes, yes, and yes.

Let's start with genes. I am descended from the Hawaiian people on my father's side of the family. I studied Hawaiian mysticism and some of it is really remarkable, loving, and spot on when in comes to nature. Some of it is strange and even violent. On Mom's side of the family, it was Polish Catholic. Strong Polish Catholic for some of the members, obligatory Catholic for other.

Ah, a swirl of all kinds of stuff, huh?

Now, environment. Growing up was unusual. We were not the typical family with typical rules, schedules, or cliches (this dear readers is another story). We did not have ANY kind of religious/spiritual connection at all. We were not allowed, really.

Both my parents were involved in the Catholic church in their formative years and split from it as soon as possible. Dad's family got involved (remember, these are the Hawaiians and due to having a matriarch with huge ugly issues and liked the handouts, the church was obligatory; yes another story for another time). Dad had very strong opinions about church going and religion in general (for many years I considered him hard core atheist), but as age come into place, I would call him more of a mild agnostic. My mom really didn't have much of an opinion other than church was a big "obligation" and perhaps "boring." I, on the other hand, wanted to go to church and be a Christian. My friends went and I thought it was "normal" and "structured." I thought that was cool. My parents told me I could occasionally go to Catholic church with my grandma (which I disliked--cold, sad place, see above) or with friends to their churches. I liked going with my friends to church here and there. But then, as teenage-hood commenced, this too lost interest.Instead of being religious, I decided I wanted to be a Canadian instead.

Today. I married a man who was born and raised Lutheran and did everything you did at church. The day after his confirmation, he was done with church. DONE. I was baptized at 30, had the kids baptized. Did the young parent church thing for a bit. Then my son showed strong signs of learning and developmental disabilities. Once the "A" word came into play (autism) we were done. Services became brutal, the disabilities got worse, and I was exhausted. I tried to quit the church, but they just took me off the mailing list.

Now here I am.

My friend asked me if I was angry at God. Sure I am. I am angry at Him (Her, It) sometimes for selfish reasons, family reasons, world unfairness reasons. Do I love God? Sure. I've had lots of good and blessing in my life on many levels. Do I need to do more for God? Embrace more? Go to God?

Hmmm....I don't know. I really don't.

When you've been in the foxhole with autism, it's a long, tough battle and the grieving period takes many years. Some of the folks in my community embrace spirituality more, others less, and some of us abandon it.

I don't know where I stand with all of that.

What I do know, what I know for sure, that whatever God is, I can take my time and it's okay. I can be imperfect, complex, and conflicted. It's still okay. I can do it, feel it and believe it all, and that's fine, too. And I don't have to know.

The Dude Must Abide!

2010-05-11T21:05:00.000-07:00

My dude, did abide, and today he has one of those milestone birthdays. Happy birthday to my husband! Here's one of your favorites:

Mom, Sorry I Was Such a Gark

2010-05-09T15:33:00.000-07:00

There is a cupboard in my kitchen that houses all of my office supplies like staplers, tape, envelopes, and the like. I can always tell when my son gets in there because I hear things fall and clatter to the floor. I can hear the tape being ripped off the roll like it's being strangled, and the cupboard door slams open and shut probably three times. Very hard. Not in anger, but for lack of finesse. I know I will walk down to a royal mess like pens missing caps, papers spilled all over the floor, and paper clips dumped from the box.

Today, though, I don't mind.

My son is making me a card for Mother's Day and I don't care about that mess. Other messes demand more attention, care, and love.

You see, we've had a tough week together. Every conversation was tense and strained, each outing turned into an argument, and every action got slapped with dash of impatience, a pinch of anger, and cups of frustration.

By the weekend, the pain eased and we said our apologies to one another. I admitted the autism was kicking my ass and he readily said the autism was kicking his ass. We were in loving agreement. However, he said he wanted to tell me more in his card.

So, he slid the card under the bedroom door. It was simple and sweet, but one part was rather odd. It read, "Mom, sorry I was such a gark. Huh?

I tried re-reading it and sure enough, it was written clearly: gark. So, when I quietly strode into my son's room to thank him and hug him, I had to ask what a gark was (while praying it wasn't some new-fangled slang that was dirty or vulgar).

He looked at me funny and said, "I dunno, what's a gark?"

"Well, it's what you wrote," I said and I showed him the card.

He laughed and said, "No, no, no. That's the word jerk. So much for spelling!"

It was one of those small moments, that a Gritty mother warrior and her Gritty warrior son, had a feeling of brevity and lightness.

My dear boy, sorry I was such a gark, too.

Onward and upward to those Gritty Tacomans and all the other Grittys out there!

Cracked

2010-05-06T19:26:00.000-07:00

Whiplash! My Latest Offering on Autism Sucks

2010-05-05T21:53:00.000-07:00

Here is my latest post/musing for Autism Sucks. I think it gives a small, but accurate glimpse into my life with a high functioning autistic child. Click HERE and I'll take you there. Thank you for reading.

A Lesson in Auction Fundraising!

2010-05-05T20:27:00.001-07:00

I recently attended an auction to benefit Lowell Elementary School in Tacoma that was held and the Tacoma Yacht Club. I attended the auction as an alumna (Go Class of '81!) and because I have dear friends whose children attend the school and love it just as I did. Now look at the picture above--that's little ol' me perusing the many items in the silent auction and working the crowd (and raising my wine glass in celebration). What a wonderful time we had! Terrific items, great food and drink, visits with friends, making new friends, and fun in a festive atmosphere. Great, right?

Here's what better. I've attended many local charity events over the years and this one in particular really gives a blueprint of how to run a successful auction. Let me break it down (the points below are in no particular order).

1. Enthusiasm, hands down. My friend Rachael and her auction team really sold the fun and excitement of this event through word of mouth and written advertising. Upon attending the auction, I watched as EACH auction chairperson happily introduced themselves to auction patrons and warmly welcomed their support with a sense of fun and purpose.

2. Energy and momentum. Again, the auction team was tireless and hardworking throughout the event, but had fun too! The auction was lively yet moved at a nice pace (not too fast, so folks would get overwhelmed, but not too slow, so folks would lose interest).

3. Venue. The Tacoma Yacht Club features panoramic views of Commencement Bay and maritime scenery. Parking was ample and employees of the club were friendly and helpful. Food and drinks were great and food service and delivery was timely and efficient.

4. TELL people to dress casually and they shall come! This auction said hey, wear your favorite jeans and add a little sparkle just for fun. Jeans? Did you hear the collective sigh of relief? The Pacific Northwest is a casual place and to honor that makes people feel comfortable.

5. Procure, procure, procure (and get stuff for everyone). The auction team had a number of items (from art to beauty treatments, to restaurant fare, to sports equipment, to trips and everything in between). There were items to fit every budget, taste, and lifestyle.

6. Give a healthy dose of the auction RECIPIENTS and keep reminding folks why they are there. The children were represented well with artwork, student pictures to mark the tables, and many terrific class projects for family and friends to bid on. Plus as an added bonus, lots of teachers, the principal and other school staff were on hand to celebrate and participate. In fact, the teachers had the rowdiest table in my opinion.

7. A great emcee and auctioneer. That adds fun, interest, and professionalism. Again, this auction hit the mark!

8. A great seating and weather plan! Silent auction items were moved outdoors on the spacious deck area but were nicely covered with an enclosed tent with a view and heat lamps. Plus, having a SECOND bar there was an added bonus! Having items out in this area, freed up space on the interior for comfortable dining and visiting.

Here are some more pics of our evening!

Here is my husband Rick bidding away!

Ah, the dessert auction! This was the most PERFECT red velvet cake I have EVER eaten!

My friend Nina and I feeling happy. Well done Lowell!

Wanna Kick The Snot Out of a Spring Cold? Yogi Tea!

2010-04-30T17:40:00.000-07:00

Picked up a little spring crud? Runny nose? Sore throat? Aches? Chills?

I picked up a little bugger of a cold with my throat plaguing me the most. My go to remedy? Yogi Organic Tea Cold Season. This tea is packed with all kinds of goodies and I swear to God that after two to three cups yesterday, that sore throat was GONE. Now, hey, I know this sounds a little huckster-ish, but I love this stuff. I've tried a lot of this brand, but honestly, besides Cold Season and the basic green tea (decaf), I am not so into the others. But hey, check it out and explore. What's super cute and cool is that each little tea bag paper container has a little zen saying on them. I love it, because most times, the zen saying tends to be true for me! Tea magic, baby.

Signed, Gritty on the mend!

Out of the Closet (the Clean, Organized Closet That Is)!

2010-04-29T11:39:00.001-07:00

At a recent yoga class, during the cool down period, the instructor made this comment during meditation: "Now before you rise up, take all the good things that you need for your heart, and let the other things your heart doesn't need, go." That statement moved many participants, and with my son's disabilities firing on all cylinders recently, it would make sense for me to "shake" off and release the stress that comes with caring for an autistic child.

But I decided to clean out my closet.

I share a medium sized closet with my husband and we have clothes and other junk crammed, smashed, and shoved into piles and twisted into thick jungle like vines. Clothes were drooping from hangers, pants were getting smushed in heaps. It was hard to find things, hard to function, and hard to walk around in there. We needed to let some of this stuff go! And that we did.

First we removed the bizarre things (e.g. wrapping paper, empty boxes, missing shoe mates, etc.). Then we removed the broken things (e.g. worn out hangers, clothing on it's last legs, etc.). Then it was time to tackle the clothes and shoes that survived the first cuts.

Our criteria?

1. We must love it.
2. It must be comfortable.
3. It must be in reasonable condition.
4. It must have the ability to be cleaned and stored with ease.

Six Hefty bags later (each one stretched to the brink of bursting) and a Hefty bag filled with shoes, we were purged and reveled at the nice donation this would make. Next, we refilled the closet with the remaining items grouping things by type, use, and season. It looks great. We can walk in there and do a little twirl around. We are now surrounding by the things we love. Hooray!

Now if we could just use this process for everything else, eh?

Laughing Cows Are My Passion: Hooked on Cheese

2010-04-28T09:52:00.000-07:00

See the picture of the red, happy, laughing cow? It is laughing at me because I am addicted to this creamy, yummy cheese wrapped individually in perfect little wedges, delivered in a circular colorful cardboard box. I am consuming it everyday. What a happy little snack. Or meal. Any meal. Need some now.

Crack cheese.

My favorites are the traditional Swiss and Light Garlic and Herb. I just pop 'em in mouth usually and don't bother with crackers.

And that darn cow is cute and happy. It's those gritty little things that make me swoon.

You Say Yogini, I Say Yogina, We All Say Tacoma's Source Yoga!

2010-04-25T21:34:00.001-07:00

I don't see myself really as a "yoga" person. I learned yoga from books (the excellent Cyndi Lee books from OM Yoga in New York, click HERE to see a sample of one of her books). I just followed the pictures in the book (so in essence, I didn't even know if I was doing it right, just guessing really). I didn't have "real" yoga clothes (just clothes for running or pajamas, the pjs being the preferred outfit). Sometimes I'd just stop doing yoga for a couple of months. No reason really; just didn't feel like it. And I've never taken a class. Ever.

Until today!

My friend Joanna invited me to Source Yoga in Tacoma (near by old childhood neighborhood near the gulch and by Magoo's Tavern on 21st). I was going to be in a "community class" with all levels of skills early this evening. Joanna is a terrific yoga person (a "real" one in my view) and I trust her judgment. So, I went. What a treat!

First off, I was warmly greeted by Amy our instructor. Her smile and welcoming manner made me feel at ease instantly. The studio was bright, yet soothing. Scented candles burned and interesting music played in the background, soft and sensual to a little more lively (later on) and the lighting was spot on, not too bright, not too dull. (After see these touches I am going to replicate it at home!). There were tidy little cubes for your personal belongings and ALL the equipment (mats, blocks, bands, bolsters and blankets) are provided (big bonus--no hauling stuff). This was a popular class and it was filled, but there was plenty of respectful space between participants.

And speaking of respect, during the practice, I earned a healthy respect for vinyasa flow style of yoga (my books are all hatha yoga). Some of the phrases and moves were a little foreign to me, but many things I knew and could perform. Amy had such a gentle, soothing, and soulful voice and exuded pure happiness. I learned to honor my experience of just doing the yoga practice, and that it was MY practice. That's when the fuzzy feeling of "Hey, look at me I can do this, I am keeping up!" fell way to relaxation and focus. I also learned that I needed to let go of my forced breathing and let that flow more naturally (critical in yoga practice). Lastly, I learned that yoga class people are awfully nice. There were all kinds of folks there, all ages, both men and women. After my experience, I felt great and I am looking forward to trying another class. The price is modest in my view, considering what you get. (To note: if you are BRAND spankin' new to yoga, I'd recommend talking to the folks at Source to find the best fit for you).

So, South Sounders, if this sounds like you, check out Source Yoga's class offerings as there are many flavors. I saw everything from an intro class, to a Mom and Tot class, to pre-natal classes, to more intermediate and advanced classes, drop in community classes, and to pure meditation for refreshment and relaxation.

Namaste!

Gritty Prayer Vigil

2010-04-24T21:32:00.003-07:00

I officially in a prayer vigil.

Okay, kinda.

I need more patience. Patience! Bring it! Please.

My son's disability mix includes some significant ADD and OCD. It takes 3 to 6 verbal instructions to do one task. One task! OCD. Let's just say I get followed everywhere (even into the john) being asked random questions.

Or one tells me every action he takes like a script.

The talking.... the hearing.... Okay, I am asked THOUSANDS of questions about things I do not know. Usually they are technology based. Or about baseball card collecting. It's so frequent, that I wish I got a stipend for each question.

The hearing. I can't. Between my son's slurred, fast, and mispronounced words, and other noise clutter (plus my age and many, many LOUD concerts in my early days), my hearing is muffled. Then, if I can't hear my son correctly, he gets upset. Upset can equal day ending stress. Oh, wicked formula! I have recently become motivated to see a hearing specialist. But of course, due to my circumstances, and own laziness, I haven't been to the dentist in 3 years (gross, I know) well that might be slow too.
Us patience people, we are usually behind in taking care of ourselves. Some folks think that's pretty pathetic and that we have latent martyr syndrome to neglect ourselves and our needs. I can assure it's not martyr syndrome (our dealings in life really do suck). It's hard to find childcare and when you do, there are more fun things that call your name then the freakin' dentist!

Readers, fellow bloggers: write or wish me patience. Patience not to yell, fume, and soak in my being, well, being overwhelmed.

Breathe.

Star Wars, Pumpkins, and Buy-Curious

2010-04-23T09:40:00.000-07:00

It's a hodge podge of stuff thrown in a quick blog soup for your Friday enjoyment.

I have been listening to my 11 year old son re-enacting Star Warsscenes (unfortunately, it's from the prequels, and not my favorite old school batch. Ah well). He's pretty serious about this and using props (his Legos Star Wars battleships and his figurines). Oh, what is that I hear? Excellent. He's pretending he's Chewbacca. That's my boy! Now I feel much better.

As I type, I am contemplating whether or not to clean up my son's room. My son gets very overwhelmed with tidying and so I just roll up my sleeves and sign up for duty (long story). It is going to be a project that will take hours. But now that there is no path from the bed to the door of the room, well, it takes on more urgency. I started to clean it up the other day, but once I came across a small pumpkin in a pile of stuff (yes, that's right, a pumpkin) I decided to give up. And I was laughing so hard at the randomness of it, I was in no shape to continue on and contemplated pouring myself a glass of wine.

Speaking of wine, I was in the North End of Tacoma to do errands (with one being a wine pick up stop) when I spied my favorite and often written about boutique (my fave in Tacoma from childhood to now) is reopening on May 1st with new owners, but same feel. Read about that HERE. Now the really kicker is that the big windows had a display of delicious and yummy shoes. Gorgeous shoes. That's the new addition to the mix from the new owners. Perfect for us buy-curious folk (according to the Urban Dictionary buy-curious is this: A person who is just looking around and may or may not be interested in buying something from a store. And it was coined on my fave TV show "Arrested Development" (RIP)). I wanted to pull over and take a pic of the store front with the shoes, but couldn't find parking and didn't want to get looked at strangely.

Random thoughts over from Grit City. Happy Friday!

Go Old School Tacoma!

2010-04-21T09:17:00.001-07:00

Old school to me is embodied in Tacoma's Lowell Elementary School, literally and figuratively. Lowell IS the oldest school in Tacoma, beginning its foundations in 1869 in a log cabin at North 28th and Carr Streets. Eventually, it moved up the hill to it's current location at North 13th and Yakima Streets. For me it is old school, as I am an alumna from the seventies and early eighties (and I guess that makes me old too). During my time at Lowell, I really enjoyed it. I soaked in all the activities, people, teachers, and principals. I remember performances, talent shows, school murals, carnivals, spelling bees, my favorite swing at recess (the blue one!), the big rock by the 1st and 2nd grade classrooms, and the school basement for rainy day recess time. I even loved racing across the school's cement playground in foot races with the other kids. When I left that school for Mason, Wilson, and then college, I was always proud to show off my old school. I assumed everyone would think it's as cool as I did....

My husband was born in Tacoma but grew up in Spokane. He moved back to the area in his early twenties. When we met, we did a drive around town and I showed him Lowell. He laughed! "What a weird school," he chided. "Where's the grass? It's all small and odd and cement on that playground. And what's up with this location? Kinda weird for a school."

Sigh. Don't hate on my beloved school, dude.

So, I set the record straight, and said, that the cement, the quirky location, and the like were part of the charm. Back in my day, I saw this as an urban school, minutes from downtown (perfect for a Gritty Tacoman in training!). I loved the diversity of the people, the richness of the school activities, and programs. I have friends whose children attend this school today and they love it as much as I did.

So, imagine my delight and surprise when my friend Rachael invited my alumna little ol' self to attend the Lowell Auction and Fundraiser. Great stuff to bid on, yummy food, drinks, visiting with old friends, with one killer view of the bay from the Tacoma Yacht Club. Well, this Lowell Leopard is so there! And you can be, too! Check out the details below (taken from the Lowell website). The auction is open to the public.

Go Leopards!

Spring Fling - Lowell Auction 2010

SAVE THE DATE - MAY 1, 2010!!

DINNER AND AUCTION AT THE TACOMA YACHT CLUB TO SUPPORT THE LOWELL PTA

This is the event of the year! A chance to get together with Lowell friends, staff and faculty for a grown up night out to support the school! We’ll have drinks, dinner, dessert and a fantastic auction right on the shore of beautiful Commencement Bay at the historic Tacoma Yacht Club.

DON YOUR BEST

“Blue Jeans & Bling”

AND COME ATTEND LOWELL’S SPRING FLING

Support your school!

TICKETS ON SALE NOW IN THE MAIN OFFICE

INDIVIDUAL TICKETS $40

TABLES OF 8 $300 VIP TABLES OF 8 $400

TABLES OF 10 $375 VIP TABLES OF 10 $500

SPACE IS LIMITED

GET YOUR TICKETS TODAY

It will be a fun, sparkling evening you won’t want to miss!

Questions? Wanna donate an auction item? Need more info? Click HERE to find out (and to get a sneak peek at the items you bid on!).

I Fought The Law And The Law Won

2010-04-19T16:11:00.000-07:00

Recently, my son had some behavior issues and got into some trouble. I (calmly, clearly, and evenly) advised him that there needs to be consequences for his actions.

He immediately requested a lawyer.

I asked him how he expected to pay the lawyers lofty hourly fees.

He advised me if he was unable to afford counsel that one would be provided to him at no cost to him.

Sigh.

Fast forward to later. I tell the child that he may not watch his new DVD as one of his consequences. He says he "needs to think about it" as if it's a choice. He comes back a short time later and says, "You know, I purchased that DVD from money I earned by doing chores. So, technically, it's NOT really a privilege since YOU didn't give it to me." He then proceeds to bat his eyes, innocently, all the while with a solemn expression.

Smartass.

Sigh again.

Let's have a little Clash, shall we?

Gettin' Rid of Gross!

2010-04-18T20:55:00.001-07:00

Okay, humans have stuff that can get a little gross. Help is on the way, Gritty style! Let's start with:

Zits!

I am 41 and still get an occasional zit here or there. Wanna zap it fast? I read this trick in a beauty mag: the elixir is Neosporin. That's right: the ointment that helps with cuts, scratches, and the like. Dab a little bit of this on the offensive pimple, and bingo gone in a jif. (I used it a couple of times per day and kept my hands off my face--worked like a charm).

Next--toenails. Toenails are pretty gross in their own right (sorry, not a foot fan). However, if yours are looking dull, yellowish (from dark polishes) or need a little pick me up, try this: Sephora by OPI Nail Brightener. This "clearish" formulation goes on milky white then fades to produce a very pretty, shiny, natural-looking nail. Awesome! Perfect for those folks who don't like to fuss with manis and pedis but when a nice, clean look. Dries fast, looks great and lasts a long time. Retails through Sephora (see link above on product name). Worth the cost and goes a long way. Would look great on fingernails too (I don't do manis because my fingers get beat up in my day to day activities, but if I did this would be my go to formula).

Lastly: skin. My skin is olive and can look sallow from time to time (e.g. yellowish). So when my skin looks tired-ish, I found a product that's amazing. Fresh's Twilight Freshface Glow. It has these great moisturizing properties, gives your skin an great, fresh glow of good health, and looks terrific as a stand alone product (I don't wear much make-up or no make-up at all in the spring and summer). This takes the tired and sallow out of my skin fast and makes me skin feel soft and smooth. Yeah, it's a splurge, but a little goes a very long way and this tube will last forever. Fresh is also a green company, natural ingredients, and no animal testing (so again, the splurge is worth it if you are into that program).

Enjoy and check out the goods my friends!

Autism Stew Boils Over

2010-04-14T13:30:00.000-07:00

Living with someone on the autistic spectrum is like having a fender bender. It jars the hell out of you, has this god awful violent sound, and stops the world around you. Even though you may not physically be hurt, you are mentally shaken. Maybe you are frustrated, tired, pissed, overwhelmed, or weak. Maybe you are all of that stuff and more! Then you need to figure out how to deal with insurance companies, auto repair details, and other things to fix the problem. Most of the time, it's slow to fix. Regardless, it's a pain in the ass.

My son had a great day and a 1/2 He was positive, helpful, and kind. He was responsible. He tried hard. I found him rather delightful.

This afternoon? Crash. Fender Bender.

The cycle usually starts with some kind of anxiety issue, followed by temper tantrum, yelling, then vomiting, then wailing, then calm. Doesn't have to be in any order, and sometimes, the autism for kicks throws in a couple of other cruel symptoms if it's having a particularly cranky day.

Today was a big old vat of autism stew that sat on the stove on too high heat and bubbled over causing a big mess. I am tired and don't feel like cleaning up the mess particularly. Usually I can smell this stuff in the air, and the air gets heavy, but at least I can react before the storm hits. Today was not one of those days.

But it's not just the autism that kicks around on my busiest, most needing to be responsible and very efficient days (isn't that the irony of the condition!). My son's has behavior issues that simply don't have the condition attached to it. And that's really the trickiest. If that gets out of hand, that triggers the whole, as comedian Chelsea Handler frequently describes people, the whole hot mess.

What I have learned that is that, like fender benders I've been involved in the past (distant past, but enough to remember relatively clearly), my mind and body gets physically exhausted. So rather than fight it, I succumb to it. I rest. I rest as long as I can and as long as I need to. I don't need to sleep necessarily, just be restful. Then, I can put the stew back on the stove, lower the heat, and deal with it.

Get Involved Puget Sounders: Here's An Event That Helps Families And Children

2010-04-12T19:47:00.001-07:00

The fine folks our local Big Brothers Big Sisters is at it again: promoting a great event to benefit local children, families, and the community at large. Following are details about the latest and greatest fun activity and YOU can get involved! Whether it's through your business, giving your time and talents, or offering other support, the team needs you and welcomes you to join a great cause. Read on for more details. And thanks in advance Puget Sounders for lending a helping hand to families right here in our backyard.

Big Brothers Big Sisters is organizing our 2nd Annual Evento Familiar, May 16th 2010 at Coulon Memorial Beach Park in Renton. Evento Familiar is a fun and entertaining day where we invite all the volunteers, mentees and community members to come enjoy free entrainment for all ages.

We would like you to invite you to participate; there are different ways to get involved:

Sponsorships
Donations (food, prizes or gift certificates)
Resource Table available
Performers and entertainers
Volunteers

If you have any additional questions you may contact Veronica at veronica.abraham@bbbs.org or 206-458-0208. For sponsorship opportunities please contact Peter Retztlaff at peter.retzlaff@bbbs.org or at 206-793-9060 x 213.

Puff Mommy: NOT!

2010-04-11T16:00:00.000-07:00

First Aid Beauty does it again! I've touted their Ultra Repair Cream on this blog TWICE! Now, I shall go off with the same enthusiasm for the Detox Eye Roller. I get lots of under eye puffiness and dark under eye circles this time of year (allergies and not getting enough sleep). I tried this roller (since I love the repair cream) and it WORKS. My puffy eyes calmed down in a jiffy and the dark circles improved (didn't go away, but improved enough to make a good impression). You didn't need to use much (so it will last awhile overall) and it dried very quickly (no sticky or tacky residue remained).

Looks like, at the rate I am going, I'll be using this product daily! The price? Not cheap ($25) but after recent results and the fact a little goes a LONG way, a good investment!

Eco-Smart-Cute-Comfy-Cheap Shoes=Bliss!

2010-04-11T15:37:00.000-07:00

I discovered OKA b. shoes at a women's/girl's boutique chain in Hawaii called Blue Ginger. When I first saw these silver flip flops (see pic above) I thought they were pretty and fun, but couldn't possibly be comfortable. I thought the strap between the toes might be a little uncomfortable (it looked a little thick) and I thought the shoes would be slick on the bottom (something this klutzy woman must avoid for my health!). The saleswoman (modeling the pair I was coveting) advised me that she says they company's motto is "shoes that love you." Then she spouted off all these facts about the shoes being green and eco-friendly (I kinda listened as I was daydreaming what sundress I would wear these with). And I loved that slogan, as I love shoes and shoes love me. Loved it so much that I had to try them on.

Of course the marketeers at OKA b. know their stuff.

The shoes instantly molded to my foot and even gave me a little spring in my step. The bottoms were solid and sturdy. No slipping here! And the design on the bottom was a piece of art! My feet felt like they had just gotten massaged.

Okay, so we have cute, comfy, and safe. Had to be expensive right? Nope. I think I paid about $30. Worth it. So far I've walked miles in these cuties and feel great. And they go with everything. Check out the selection on the website and you'll see what I mean price-wise. Also, check the variety of shoes available. While most are flip-flops, there are slides, open toed and close toed shoes too. Lots have embellishment and fun ornamentation. And check this out: they are vegan friendly, total recyclable, and made right here in the USA. Awesome! Good for the earth, good for animals, good for your feet.

Good for all! Score Gritty, Score!

Toothpaste! Excitement!

2010-04-10T20:54:00.001-07:00

I typically dismiss anything fashion/beauty magazines tell me about health issues, but for some reason I took notice of an article published in a recent Lucky magazine. The writer (who is also a senior editor) noted that while doing research about toothpaste, she learned from dermatologists that most common brands of toothpaste have formulations that are far too strong for a lot of people's skin. Case in point: a friend of the writer's lamented that she broke in a little zits around her mouth regularly. She didn't know what to do. Then she switched to an all natural toothpaste (on a whim) and within 48 hours, the breakouts disappeared!

I am an oily girl (T-zone) on my face, and I too had the same issue. I assumed that, well, I am oily, so that's the way it is. So I bought the new Burt's Bees toothpaste (following the article's advice). And lo and behold, it worked. Within 48 hours, I was in the clear. Plus, I got an awesome, subtle taste instead of overpowering, chemical-y tasting junk in my mouth. This stuff works! And it's totally "green," animal ingredient/testing free, and all natural. Swell.

Boom! Sold!

Check it out!

2010-04-10T20:01:00.000-07:00

Back from vacation in Southern California and Nevada. Pretty cool. So, within the next twenty four hours I will be posting a slew of product reviews, so watch out!

There's Land Out There!

2010-03-31T20:14:00.000-07:00

Okay, I have a new obsession.

I want to be a land owner.

Yes, land. Rolling hills of green. Enough to walk on and get sufficient exercise. I want an ENORMOUS space to grow veggies. Now, I have had small successful vegetable and herb gardens, and some that were green messes; overall, a spotty record at best. Yet, I am obsessed with this anyway. I want my border collie to run, leap, and gallop into the sunset! And the sunrise, too. I want to be able to walk the land and know every clover, every blade of grass, every leaf, every pebble. I want to soak it all in like a hearty dose of vitamins.

My inspiration? Too many books (fiction and not) that give this life much intrigue, too much "localvore" enthusiasm, and watching my dog run with pure joy on acreage recently.

The weird part is that I live in an urban jungle. Always have. And I've always thrived in city life. I've always touted it to anyone that would listen.

I guess I suddenly have this ache to live more in simplicity. To have a little more breathing room. To wander. To grow stuff.

Passing fad or sticking trend?

Yeah, You Better Run

2010-03-27T11:05:00.000-07:00

You know what yanks my chain? People who do not look "lively" crossing the street in front of my car when I am trying to turn. Yes, the pedestrian has the right to be in the cross walk, sure, and it is my job/law/universal power to WAIT until they have safely crossed. But, Jesus, move a little! This guy, just today, was sauntering ever so slowly, dorking around. He KNEW I was waiting to turn. (And yes, yes, impairments to one's walking ability get a universal pass). But if everything is running on all cylinders, MOVE!

Okay, I guess I am just high strung. When I am in that situation, I get my ass across the street. I move! To me, it's a courtesy to the driver as well as a human attempt not to get myself greased in the street by an errant driver.

So there you go.

I really do think about these things.

Dirtbag

2010-03-26T11:03:00.001-07:00

Just a little ditty to illustrate my enjoyment of using the word dirtbag.

Right is not Right

2010-03-21T20:20:00.000-07:00

If I am going to have muscular aches and pains it's always on my right side. Always. Just got done slathering my arm and leg (right side naturally) with arnica based muscle mend ointment. It really stinks and feels like that Icy Hot product ("burny" but in a good way). I am not sure if it is helping, but it feels nice (even though it is stinky). So, the root cause?

Overexercising and age. Though many medical professionals have told me that my right side is the same size as the left, I still think it's off just enough. Maybe I am wrong. Perhaps I am all twisty inside and things don't balance. Despite it all, I am nervous about the chiropractor (so many naysayers, I just don't know what to do). I considered acupuncture (it intrigues me and freaks me out at the same time). Massage rocks, but that's expensive. I wish I could replace the achy parts with bionic ones ala "The Bionic Woman."

Blah!

Okay, so the other stuff I slather on is Burt's Bee's muscle mend product. That stuff smells good (a more pleasant version of Vic's Vapor Rub). The "burny" feeling is very weird though because it's long lasting. I kind of secretly like that though.

Any other stuff I can dump on? I am weary of Advil and other OTC pain stuff. I mean it's fine, but many injuries, many pills over the years, and that seems so old school.

Team J

2010-03-20T22:02:00.000-07:00

Okay, watched "New Moon with my daughter . Team Jacob is the bomb. Team Edward can suck it.

Yes, yes, I know the actor who plays Jacob is old enough to be my SON. Oh, so what. Check out the pic above. Who looks better? C'mon. The dark haired baby in the v-neck. I guess I should have capped BABY.

Jesus, I am old and sick, but oddly with it.

Team J. Go.

Make This

2010-03-18T20:06:00.000-07:00

Here's a recipe that I just made and fell in love with. Fast, healthy, totally veg. Enjoy!

Black Bean and Cheese Lettuce Wraps

1 can black beans, drained, rinsed
1/4 cup chopped chives or green onions
1/2 cup brown rice, cooked
1/3 cup fat free Italian salad dressing
1/2 cup feta or goat cheese, crumbled
12 large Boston lettuce leaves

Set black beans and chives in separate shallow bowls. Combine rice, salad dressing and cheese in small bowl. Scoop into third shallow bowl. Set leaves on plate and allow guests to create own lettuce wraps.
From whatscookingamerica.net.

To Husband, With Love

2010-03-11T20:07:00.000-08:00

I mention my husband here and there on this blog. He's a private guy, and being the focus of attention, well, that's something that is not his thing. I respect that. However, I will say this.

We celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary today. A real milestone! But more than that, it's the mark of a great, best friendship (which as in June, hits 17 years). I could go on and on about Rick. But I won't. All I will say is that he is a very good man, plain and simple. The best man, really.

That's it. Cheers to us, honey!

Ripped!

2010-03-09T20:01:00.000-08:00

Ripped, as in ripped off. I cannot stand jeans like this:

Intentionally torn, worn, or holey jeans that you buy NEW. How dumb is this? Really! Now these GAP jeans in the picture are $70. Yes, that's right. Flipping through a fashion magazine today, I saw jeans with multiple tears, faded here and there unevenly retailing for $135. Why is this popular? I saw MANY ads with jeans like this.

This trend comes and goes, but I cannot understand it. First off, why pay money for trashed jeans? Just get cheap jeans and wear 'em out. Also, what is appealing about jeans like this? I think it looks sloppy and unkempt if you were them out and about. Sure, if you are doing yard work or cleaning your house, then's that's another story.

Okay, okay, I know this post isn't particularly fresh (in that, I am sure, that I am not the only one that shares this view). Just felt the need to rant.

Rant off. Thank you for your attention to this very important matter.

Breaking Into Mandatory Random Spontaneous Dancing

2010-03-03T20:46:00.000-08:00

When I hear the old song by Yaz ("Situation"), I will literally stop what I am doing to dance. I don't really care how lame or dorky this is. My fantasy? Eventually, I will hear this song in the grocery store. Yes, kiddos of the 80's---as we age, this stuff in coming. Trust me. In the meantime, I'll take this jewel on radio play.

Here it is! Shake it!

Singing to the Dog

2010-02-28T16:15:00.000-08:00

I heard this Depeche Mode song on 1st Wave on Sirius and I rejoiced! This is one of the few songs I can sing along to with a low enough register that I don't strain my voice! And I even sang it on key while looking into my dog's amber eyes. She liked it!

Refreshing

2010-02-26T15:41:00.001-08:00

Hocus Pocus, I see crocus! I spy with my little eye cherry blossoms, daffodils, and tulip sprouts in my neighborhood. Spring is springing and this makes me happy!

Big Hearts, Big Minds, Big Love: Help a South Sound Child Today

2010-02-23T21:15:00.000-08:00

Wanted: South Sound adult mentors.

Qualifications: A warm, caring heart, listening skills, consistency, and a desire to help South Sound kids.

Does this sound like you? Then look no further than the Big Brothers, Big Sisters of Puget Sound mentoring program right here in Pierce County. This fine, long established donor supported mentoring program is seeking volunteers for their one-to-one Community and School-based programs. The School-based volunteers (all volunteers are nicknamed “Bigs” by the way!) meet with their “Littles” at their school to play games, do homework, make crafts, or just chat. Community-based volunteers meet with their Little two to four times a month to do fun activities like catching a movie, shooting hoops, playing video games, or visiting the zoo or a museum. By donating your time and care, you can serve as a role model and lend a listening ear to a child who could benefit from additional and positive adult interaction. The best part is that it needn’t be costly. Low cost or free activities are encouraged and due to the generosity of our fine community donors, there are many event tickets and activities that are provided for the Bigs to utilize! Plus, seeing a child smile and making them feel special is such a gift.

So, clearly you can see what’s in it for the Bigs. How about the Littles?
Children in the Community-based mentoring program are kids who could greatly benefit from additional adult guidance. Boys and girls are referred to the program for many reasons, and many children come from homes where quality adult attention is limited by single-parenthood, many siblings or transitional housing, including foster care. Whatever the circumstances, Big Brothers, Big Sisters research points to the facts that Littles who have a Big in their life tend to do better in school, find positive and productive ways to problem solve, learn trust, and resist substance abuse and other issues that children face today.

It gets better. When I was contacted by the lovely folks at Big Brothers, Big Sisters, I had the opportunity to peruse their website. The site is thorough and answers all your questions about how to get involved. Step by step guides and FAQs make it easy to get started. And be sure to read the stories about some real Big and Little relationships. It will pull at your heartstrings and inspire you beyond measure. Now even though I’ve added clickable links to their website above, I’ll make it even easier. Just click HERE South Sounders. Click TODAY and take a look. On behalf of the organization and all the great kids out there, I thank you.

And a BIG thank you to all the Bigs (and Littles!) out there! Your stories and paths inspire me and I am certain, they will inspire others.

Skinny Bitch

2010-02-22T20:20:00.000-08:00

Yeah, that's right. I read the book above. The title is perfectly awful. I didn't choose it for the title. This book got rave reviews on how to clean up your diet and get more fit, my goal du jour. And stop eating crap. And these writers are very, very clever women.

You see, this book is full of swear words. Foul mouthed as ever. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's unnecessary, and other times it's plain weird. The authors are very direct (this part is fine). And their marketing strategy is brilliant.

This book isn't really about weight loss. These gals don't give a flip if you're skinny. Or a bitch. They masterfully give their strong message about being vegan/vegetarian. They are animal activists, PETA members, and devout vegans. Here's the deal; they are able to reach a very broad base of women to deliver the message and it's pretty smart.

For me, been there, done that.

I've done vegan and I've been vegetarian for many years(now I eat occasional seafood). I've also been to the movie about factory farms and animal cruelty. I was in PETA in the early nineties (I left the organization because I didn't care for some of their campaigns and I felt I couldn't walk the talk--tried giving up leather shoes and after messed up feet couldn't do it and didn't want to be hypocritical). Anyhow, the the stuff they shared (in very graphic detail) was old news to me.

What I did like is the vegan product recommendations (there is so much stuff out there now--when I did it, things were limited and expensive). I loved the menu planning. I loved the advice on how to feel "full" on a vegan diet (one of the reasons I gave it up and moved to vegetarianism). I remember feeling incredibly healthful in the past. So I am re-exploring my roots. It's really fun. And I feel great!

So, if you are like me, and can get past the title (they did that on purpose to sell books and get the message out, according to the afterword by the authors), there's value.

Go veg, go!

Let Me Tell You About A Real Neighbor

2010-02-20T09:36:00.000-08:00

It was the end of 1998, one week before Christmas. A light snow had fallen and the streets were icy and slick. Boxes were stacked all over the house, baby stuff was strewn all about, and a tiny, slightly unkempt makeshift Christmas tree shown through the curtain-less front room window. This was the scene when my husband and I moved into our University Place home with our three month old infant in tow. We loved our new house, but we were overwhelmed and exhausted. It wasn't a smooth move here (fraught with delays, poor weather, and lack of sleep because of the baby).

On the first full night in our new home, the doorbell rang and there was a smiling, jovial woman holding a gorgeous and enormous basket of fresh fruits. "Hi! I'm Carole. I live across the street. I wanted to come over and welcome you to the neighborhood!"

I was overwhelmed with this old-fashioned and beautiful kindness. I nearly cried! I hadn't been to the grocery store and this fruit was so welcome. What was even more welcome was a kind person cutting through the stress and instilling the holiday and neighborly spirit in my worn out soul.

And it began--a lovely neighborly friendship with Carole. Over the years, we talked about our families, visited with each other, took care and watched after the other's home if we were away, shared our travel experiences, gossiped, and shared laughs. Carole brought my kids little goodies when she traveled to the Southwest and gave the kids special treats on Halloween. We knew that we could count on each other in a pinch. A real true neighborhood relationship. Now, that spirit of neighborliness will have to live on differently.

Carole's life on Earth ended on Tuesday after a long illness. We will miss Carole's smile, warmth, and caring. Thank you Carole, for teaching me how to be a good neighbor and friend.

Oh, The GALL!

2010-02-12T21:00:00.000-08:00

Gallbladder. First off, it's an ugly word. Gall. Bladder. Bluh. Second, gallbladder has an old lady feel to it. I am not trying to offend--it's simply my own ignorance. I assumed (incorrectly) that gallbladder issues happen to older people. Oh not so! Lastly, and rather pathetically, I inherited a family curse. ALL of the women in Mom's family (including her brother) got gallbladder trouble in their 40's. All the women had to have them removed. My mom, in particular, had a really rough go of it with symptoms, attacks, and surgery. My uncle was spared. And guess what? I'm in my early forties, and it's, that's right, acting up.

How does this occur? Let's put it this way. Anything ultra buttery (eggs, croissants, pastry, etc.), super fried (like McD's fries), a meal of lots of fried stuff in combo (like fish and chips), or super creamy (heavy duty ice cream), no longer seems to work for me. In that, if I consume any of them, as of late, shortly thereafter, I end up getting familiar in my toilet and a very stinky way. Get it?

This is symptom if gallbladder "trouble." Of my family curse. So, I've been avoiding the offending food groups (read: eating anything that's totally fun). But I don't waste a large portion of my life on the porcelain god. In a way, it's kind of a blessing (oddly) because I've been trying to clean up my diet and get more fit, more healthy. Strange way to do it, but oh well.

I am supposed to have a physical. I guess now I have one more embarrassing topic to discuss with my awfully cute, kind voiced, near SAME AGE doctor. Don't even get me started on potential surgery (after seeing the news that a prominent politician died recently of gallbladder surgery).

Sigh.

Totally

2010-02-10T17:30:00.000-08:00

Oh, back in the day, I wish I were Julie; but I would have been happy to be Julie's whiny stupid friend and hung out with Fred.

Musings on Liquor

2010-02-10T08:51:00.003-08:00

I have decided that I am only going to drink beer!

A Mildly Painful Manicure

2010-02-09T09:01:00.000-08:00

Since I recently smashed my thumb in a door, which consequently turned my thumbnail black and purple, I decided to do a manicure with a dark inky blue nail polish (I figured that this color would symbolically match my injured appendage's color and cover up the bruises simultaneously). I thought it would be fun to try polish on my fingers for a change, since I hardly ever do that kind of thing.

I hate having this stuff on.

I beat up my hands too much to effectively and efficiently be a nail polish person. Beating up hands leaves to loathsome chipped polish on nails and that, dear friends, that drives me batty. I cannot stand seeing chipped polish because it looks awful and tacky. I find myself constantly repairing it which is a terrible way to spend one's time (or rather waste one's time). And the ultimate thing I can't stand? Is mashing up the paint accidentally when the polish isn't quite dry. It's mashed and dull not smooth and shiny. And really, when you boil it all down, PERFECT. I am obsessed with my color and paint looking positively perfect. What kind of illness/condition/weirdo stuff is that?

And the worst part is, those quick drying polish formulation never last long. The longer drying ones get messed up so easily. I bought my ink blue stuff at an upscale place for an upscale price. Called "Butter" (made in London) it was supposed to be the best of the best). It's not really different than the cheap stuff.
So, I am ready to take this stuff off and to hell with my nasty nail.

Rant is now over.