Saturday, November 5, 2016

Some of my favorite games, toys, or ways to entertain myself

We did not have video games or electronic devices when I was growing up. When weather permitted, I would be outside with all the neighborhood kids and we found many ways to entertain ourselves. Foursquare was a great game for everyone and kids lined up during recess to play. We would continue the games at home in someone's driveway. Tetherball was another favorite of mine, both at school and at home. I had my own tetherball pole in the backyard and I considered myself quite good.

The girls in the neighborhood also played a lot of jacks and Chinese jump rope. LOTS OF CHINESE JUMP ROPE! I found this YouTube video but the patterns do not look familiar at all. I remember standing sideways, catching the elastic rope (because we made our own out of elastic) nearest you and jumping over so as not to touch the opposite side. Then separating your feet so you had a piece of elastic next to each ankle, jump turning 90 degrees.

In the evenings we would gather at one of the neighbor boy's house and play hide and seek, red light/green light, Captain may I, and lots of other great games. Then his dad would pile us in the back of his pick up and drive two miles to the Dairy Queen for ice cream.

Winter time there were lots of indoor games. At my house, the game played most often was Sorry. At my cousin's house, we played a lot of Monopoly.

I could entertain myself by watching movies and reading. I loved to read then and still love reading today.

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Friday, October 7, 2016

The Book of Myself -- The Early Years

(I was given “The Book of Myself,” a do-it-yourself autobiography in 201 questions, as a gift last year. I've decided to answer these prompts in a series of blog posts.)

THIS is how people described me as a child, and how I saw myself.

I know my siblings thought of me as a brat and probably spoiled. I was the youngest of four with an age gap of six and one-half years between me and the next youngest, and I'm sure they thought I got everything I wanted. Once, when iI was around five or six I went home to tell my mom that I had been called a bad word. I refused to say the bad word so my older sisters (11 and 8 years older) started guessing to no avail. Finally one said I was such a brat—yes, that’s the bad word I was called. I was also a jabber mouth. A neighborhood friend’s mother frequently asked me if I ever shut up.

I saw myself as a good friend and the champion of the underdog. Bullying has been going on for centuries. I couldn't stand for anyone to be laughed at or made fun of and I would go out of my way to become that person’s friend, inviting them to come over to play, spend the night, go to movies etc. I also did not like conflict and tried to avoid it at all cost. This included my mother’s angry and demeaning outbursts, usually aimed at my dad. I found I liked to go off with just my collie Honey for long walks to escape the conflicts at home.

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Monday, October 3, 2016

Goals for October

October is my favorite month! Besides being my birthday month, I love the changing of seasons, crisper weather, beautiful colors, and family time. So many things I would love to do, but so little time. So it is time to set some goals.

1. Road trips exploring Iowa and sitting quietly with my wonderful husband enjoying a glass of wine.

2. Taking dogs to the new dog park as often as possible.

3. Using my “good” camera to record memories.
4. Experiment with new recipes with my Instant Pot.

5. Being a better sister and sister-in-law.
6. Blogging at least 12 times in October.
7. Putting together an awesome baby shower for my new grandson.

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Saturday, October 1, 2016


Last week I was in Cleveland, Ohio for a business meeting. My flight home went through Chicago's O'Hare Airport. Upon checking in at Cleveland I was informed that Chicago had been shut down all morning because of storms and no flights had left yet that were Chicago-bound. So instead of a smooth flight home, through Chicago, and landing in D-town at 5:30 I had an experience of delayed flights, cancelled flights, sitting on a plane for 55 minutes until we were cleared to take off, lost luggage, not getting home until 12:01 a.m. the next day, and super crowded airport terminals in Chicago did not make for a fun day.

I did fall in love with my airline's handy iPhone app, which helped me arrange for an earlier flight scheduled to leave now around 7:15 p.m. and getting home around 8:30. I also added my name to a couple other flight's stand-by lists. This meant going from one terminal to another in hopes I got on an earlier flight. My Fitbit was a happy camper as I more than made my daily step goal.

After realizing I wasn't going to have any luck flying stand-by, I made my way to the terminal for my confirmed 7:15 p.m. flight (and an outrageously-priced margarita).

People are everywhere and there is no place to sit. After walking around for awhile, I finally find a seat in the middle of the terminal and sit down. The seat next to me opens up and a traveler's assistant comes up and asks if the seat next to me is available. He is pushing an elderly woman with a cat in a carrier on her lap. The woman is wearing a wool jacket and skirt with a scarf tied around her head. She doesn't speak any English.

The traveler's aid points to her gate and tries communicating with her that 10:15 her flight to Minneapolis leaves at that gate. As the gate is some distance away, I ask the transporter if she will be back (or someone else) to assist the woman in getting to the gate with her cat carrier and two bags. She shakes her head no. I become concerned on (1) how will she know when to board, (2) how will she get to the gate with everything, and (3) was the cat alive. I think I forgot to mention that the cat had not moved at all.

She tries communicating with me as best as we could. She asked "Minneapolis"? I said no. Now I'm really worrying. My flight's departure had been pushed back to 8:30 p.m., then 9-something. Her flight was scheduled for 10:15. I asked a young man sitting across from me if he was flying to Minneapolis and he said yes. I asked him if he could assist her when it came time to board. He said yes, but then we learned he was on an earlier flight. He asked if I could perhaps get her on his flight. The woman gave me her ticket and I learned that she was from Moldova in Eastern Europe and had been flying all day. Now I'm more worried about the cat. I went and talked to the gate agent and explained and she said there was no way the woman could get on their flight. Back to the drawing board. I go back to my seat and the young man now tells me her 10:15 flight has been delayed and will not take off until after midnight, and the gate has been changed. By this time, another woman who is also from Iowa and on my flight (Linda) has sat down across from me and she has joined our conversation.

I find an airline employee, explain that I have a feeble older woman with a cat in a carrier and two additional bags, her flight has been moved to another gate and we need transport to take her there. She said she has called someone. I return to my seat and my Moldovan traveling companion with the cat hands me a piece of paper with a name and phone numbers written on it. Linda takes out her phone and calls the number. Turns out it was the elderly woman's daughter-in-law. We explain to her that due to weather and air traffic control problems, her flight is now scheduled to arrive at 12:15 a.m. The phone is passed back and forth between the elderly woman and Linda. Our flight to Iowa is supposed to board soon and we just cannot get on the Iowa flight without making sure this woman is taken care of and gets to her gate and final destination. I go searching again and find a transport agent and ask him if he can move her to the correct gate. He takes her ticket and checks the flight board. He comes back and tells us her flight has been cancelled. He makes a call and says someone will be over soon to help her. After waiting awhile, I go find a ticket agent at another gate, explain the situation that this woman has been flying from eastern Europe and needs to be taken care of. She makes a phone call, comes over and tells us to come NOW as they are boarding the earlier flight to Minneapolis (the same one I had tried getting her on). I pick up the cat carrier and one of her bags and my new friend Linda, who has been talking with the woman's daughter-in-law, helps the woman to the gate. I get to the gate first with the cat and the gate agent says she can't take the cat. I told her she would take the cat as there was a ticket for the cat to ride in the cabin and point to the Moldovan woman and tell her she had arrived from Eastern Europe earlier in the evening with her cat and the woman only speaks Russian. She quickly changed her mind and started conversing with the woman in Russian and helps her on. My new friend and I wrap each other in a hug and start crying -- tears of joy that this woman was being properly taken care of instead of plopped down in a foreign country and having someone pointing her to the correct gate.

Lesson learned:  stop thinking of yourself and look out for others who really have it rough.

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