Thursday, August 26, 2010

here comes the sun

do do do dooooo...

I love that song, so hope full and full of life. It always makes me happy to hear it, even in the dead of winter when my boogers are frozen and all I want to do is sit in a hot tub and thaw out. Ah, the joys of living in Michigan, land of endless winter and killer recession.

So driving to town today I saw the leaves starting to turn most people find this charming, I do not.

I am not a fan of snow, cold or even a light frost.
I do not get all misty eyed at the thought of sleds or cross country skis or ice skates.
I do not get excited at the idea of sitting in front of a fireplace drinking hot chocolate.
I hate the entire process of preparing for winter.

Yeah, the wood is chopped, but way the hell out by the lake...why??? cuz that's where the hubs stacked it...the concept of hauling it to the house and stacking it nice and neat will be discussed at length and in great detail sometime mid November.

Last year, when we realized our car was not designed for winter weather, we were going to replace it with a nice all wheel drive...yeah you come October when I am stuck in the driveway and cussing a blue streak you can bet the hubs (who is driving a truck) will be long away at work.

And living in the boon docks with a car that gets stuck in frost means you gotta plan ahead...otherwise its oatmeal for dinner again. And I am not good at planning ahead.

So, break out the cute sweaters and boots, cold weather is on its way...and think of me when you are enjoying the frost on the windows and making snow angels cuz I will be shivering under a blanket, cussing my lazy ass ancestors who were too dang weak willed to head out to California and dreaming about Hawaii.

Here comes the sun, do do doo doo...and it alright...........

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

dreamin' the dream

Not sure if I have posted about my hubs's grandma before, so forgive me if this is a re-run, it is the summer after all. Anyway, the picture is David's grandma, back in the day and she sure had some style! Dang, I wish I had that hat!

Cora was a dreamer...she was a frustrated poet and song writer and even had a song 'published'. Oh, sure it was a vanity press kind of thing and I am sure she had to pay for the privilege, and the song was actually 'recorded' on a squeaky 78...but she went for it. So if you ever hear 'Moonlight on Lake Erie' you will know it was Cora Basten Benner who wrote it! Her poetry was kinda sickly sweet but she tried, damnit!

And my friend Susie, AKA Lynn Marie...who wrote a book! hell, I can't commit to a shopping list and she writes a book! I was so proud of her! She loves to write and became an author a few years ago. So look for her book on if you love a love story! Can't wait for her next one!

And me...well I guess I am livin' the dream too...trying to make jewelry and maybe use my 'artistic' skill once and a while.

We all have dreams. Maybe we all wont have a song recorded or write a book, but we can express ourselves. Cooking is an amazing way to express yourself, and if you have old family recipes...write them down for all your kids, (I am so dang tired of trying year after year to get my mom's lebchucken recipe from my sisters) believe me, they will appreciate it.

And who knows where our dreams may take up...mine lead me all the way to China. but that is another story for another time! Dream on friends!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010


got to go for a ride today...not so much fun cuz the man who sticks me wit poky tings said i had a...lemme try to member...

false preg..sumptin or other...

all i no is my boobies are sore and all i wanna do is sleep

big lady bot me a toy so i can cuddle and yello cat is leavin me alone so dat is gud

food don taste so gud anymore and i am sad...


i hope you summer is going better than mine, i cant wait to feel better and get back to runnin the business...give your furry friends a hug from me today, im goin back to bed

Friday, August 20, 2010

trying to be cool...

I love these them to pieces...but try to find some cool vintage looking glassed around here and you hit a brick wall. I went to the eye doctor today and while I will put up with all the indignities of trying to rememeber my right from left, which set of blurry letters are better and stare directly into a light bright enough to cut metal, I think I should be rewarded with a condicending free attitude from the staff. Aparently I am asking too much...

My all time wish for glasses are some perfectly round...(no NOT Harry Potter, John Lennon, thank you very much) metal frames with a nice blue tint, when I ask for that I am looked at like a freak, or told....and I quote...'oh man, we get YOU PEOPLE in here about once a year'...(you people???)
Now, I know I live in the great black swamp that is Michigan...and style has very little to do with my life, but damnit, I want what I want...

so today...
after looking at all the typical average, 'designer' frames and being told my request for the round frames were really not very 'stylish' and wouldn't I much rather have these Vera Bradley specials with the rhinestones on the ear pieces...
I walked out glasses-less.

If I can spend 10 minutes on the internet and find these why can't the perma-tanned, professionally streaked, quasi professional find them.
If I want to tool around looking like a 60's throwback... its my business...if I want to give off wierd 'nutty-professor' vibes, its still my business.

I don't want to be 'stylish' hell, at my age, style has no impact on my life. I kinda like quirky, interesting, cool, wacky or even odd...I can live with those. So keep your cookie cutter frames and work with me here...maybe I will end up regretting it, maybe after a while I will get tired of all the side long looks and snickers, (doubt it) but its my money, my face, my request and my life...

But what the hell, at least they didn't weigh me!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

A dogs life

This is Anni...short for Anastasia (forgive me Don, if I misspelled that) guardian of the hearth and home as long as its not too scary, a kid, a bird or the neighbor with whom she is in love.

Her life consists of avoiding eating the dog food I put out for her, rushing to the door, trying to squeeze under my desk during storms and keeping Sophie company. That's about it. I don't expect her to bark at the door bell, guard the house or patrol the grounds. I do expect her to come when called, stay out of the cat box, leave the cat alone, don't eat the cat food and generally just avoid the cat. Most of which she does. We have a perfect relationship.

She is respectful of company (after the novelty wears off) stays off the furniture and tries real hard not so lick those questionable places. I try to keep her safe, reasonably groomed and up to date on shots. Our relationship works.

She doesn't expect me to read her mind, know what she is feeling or understand her moods...She doesn't need the latest new dog fad, cell phone or drivers license. I can leave her in the car while I go get my coffee and no one will call the cops. She has never slammed a door, called me stupid, stomped around being sullen or tried to dye her hair green with jello.

All in all the perfect companion for me.
She keeps me well aware when a storm is coming, eats all the leftovers and thinks I'm interesting. She has never been aggressive, snappy or even the least bit grouchy. She keeps her political views to herself and lets me watch whatever I want on tv...

Now, if she would just learn to dust...

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Which way to Paris???

Moral dilemma time:

I have a lot of frequent flyer miles (from my previous life) ready to expire..a lot, like a LOT. Which means I pretty much have the world at my finger tips...what to do, what to do...
Do I go back to London and yuk it up with my Limey (sorry) friends? Maybe a side trip to Paris???
Or do I do the right thing and plan a nice vacation for me and the hubs...
*sigh* Ideally, I would love to spend time with my husband, the man who has put up with my crap for 30 years but we just do not vacate well. Any and all vacations start out like this:

what do you wanna do?
donno...what do you wanna do???
donno...they have a nice Zoo here...
you wanna go to the zoo?
meh, do you?
if you want to, we can go...
do you want to go to the zoo???
not so much, you?
naw, so what do you want to do???
repeat until I am pulling my hair out and stomping around the hotel room like my feet are on fire.

And don't say we need a destination vacation or an itinerary cuz it always ends up the same...

Last year, Las Vegas:
what do you wanna do???
etc...wanna go to the Grand Canon???
do you, cuz we can go it you want to...

Its no secret, we talk about it all the time. His ideal vacation is to crew some tall ship in some god forsaken storm somewhere...mine, sitting at some sidewalk cafe sipping Kir Royal and watching the world go by. He wants to go to every museum and read every teeny-tiny placard in the joint, I want to look at interesting things in a timely manner and get on with life. He wants to sleep till noon, I want to be enjoying breakfast and lingering over coffee.

The best vacation I ever had was when I took my friend Susie and fled to London...heaven with no agenda!

Hawaii turned into a 'lets spend the days making Ginya nuts' time with every morning filled to the brim with indecision. I planned to spend the time doing abso-freakin-lutely nothing but sitting on a beach and thawing out. If he wanted to go para sailing (tho I highly doubt it) then have at it Buddy, just wave down the cabana boy to bring me another Mimosa before you go...instead it was the standard, sleep till noon, wander around in a fog till 2 then plan the day. We went to Pearl Harbor, and I was interested for about 10 minutes...then a few more rounds of
what do you want to do...

So, as soon as we can arrange the time off, we will be planning yet another vacation for parts unknown. And I will get all the tourist books and plan out the agenda and then we will spend the days trying to make each other happy...which never ever works.

Friday, August 13, 2010

what you can do when there is nothing to do...

This is my next obsession...making 'flowers' from goodwill cast off fabric. Its fun, its easy and it keeps me off the streets. It gives me a chance to reuse fabric that would end up in land fills and (hopefully) is kinda cute. The center being a weird ring from yet another garage sale, it is the essence of what Queen G is all about.

I find that being here at the lodge in the middle of the great black swamp that is Michigan and not especially gregarious to my snow-bird neighbors, I have to find ways to amuse me...and making stuff is one of my passions.

Youtube, facebook, Etsy, and other web sites also are great time killers. Last week my computer was broken and I dang near lost my mind and cleaned the closets.

I think I know now why our grandparents were always knitting, sewing, making quilts and baking...its because its fun, there was no Internet and after quilting you end up with a quilt. (where as after playing bubble breakers all day you end up with carpal tunnel, tendinitis and a sever case of 'squint eye')

Yeah, things were hard back then...just the idea of laundry was an all day event, with the next few days set aside for ironing...*shudder* But I think it was more centered back then. Everyone put their heart and soul into everything they did. Now you want a quilt, go buy one (yawn) get the exact color and style and make sure it has matching dust ruffles...back then, you spent the evenings cutting up feed sacks, old clothes and whatever else, then got the ladies together for a quilt making party and yukked it up...

I would love to get the 'ladies' together for a party where everybody made something and could reuse old 'things' to enjoy again...and maybe, before the snow flies I may send out the invite and have a good old fashion 'make it take it' party...any one interested???

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Back in the Day

I was just about finished posting some completely random thoughts about how back in the day (when the picture was taken...1880, Monroe Mi. Washington and Front St.) people use to take formal portraits for everything...births, deaths and marriages. And the pictures were beautiful to look at, well made and placed in exquisite family albums of velvet.

I was till my computer died and all my work vanished in the blink of an eye.

It sorta made the point I was trying to make. How this generations images are all clicked on a cheap digital camera or cell phone while standing in a bathroom trying to look coy. How when we will be old and gray; listening to 'the best of Donna Summer' being piped thru the sound system at the nursing home; we will be wondering why there are no good pictures from when we were kids.

And then my computer blinked out and it was all gone...

People use to take formal portraits for everything...last time I had my picture taken I was at the DMV. We are missing something here.

Are our memories at the hands of our computers? (cuz I am in big trouble!)

Do we really want to be remembered by our facebok entries?

And what of the future generations? Will they have 'antique' pictures of mom and dad flashing on some portable digital screen...(probably)

I recommend the book
'Wisconsin Death Trip' by Michael Lesy (and, full disclosure here, had to look that up on Wicopedia) It is a pictorial book of a year in the life of a small town in Wisconsin...chocked full of formal portraits and weird little news clips of what life was like 'back in the day' It is weird, wonderful, creepy and thought provoking.

And, take some time from your busy life and look at the family pictures from back in the day, share them with family, add a few stories for memories sake, keep that part of the past alive!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I wish I could remember who designed this because I would love to give them credit but I don't...sorry whoever!

Anyway, I watched a movie yesterday on IFC called 'Chapter 27' about the 3 days leading up to the killing of John Lennon. Intense, disturbing and sad. But what was interesting to me was the people reaction, as I recall, no one burned any buildings, overturned any cars or protested in any way. People just gathered and were sad.

I think we have lost something in the last 20 years. Our understanding? Our patience? Our compassion? Our dignity? Now when there is any major news we wait to see which rap singer, political junkie or has-been actor is going to scream conspiracy theory.

We all were glued to the media to see if Lindsey gets what she deserves...(she didn't) the so called 'reality' shows seem to wallow in the absolute bottom of society and yet we watch...we accept the dumbing down of our culture as entertainment. And we love every minute of it.

Yesterday, a man shot 8 people at his employment and it didn't even make the news!

I don't know if people are just tired of all the doom and gloom, or we just don't care. Our country is falling apart, our economy is a joke and our political system seems more like a popularity contest in the middle of a land mine. The talking heads are screaming while the populace is sleeping.

And yet what can be done? I don't know.

So for today I am going to Imagine...just like John said.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Queen of the Bean

From a fellow Etsian to a fellow Etsian, and I can't think of anything better to add.

JadeCreations says:
I am sorry for what you have been going through. I have had this for the longest time and I always thought it was an inspiring read. Maybe you will like it:

carrot - egg - coffee / a life lesson from the kitchen
22 08 2007

A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee…You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see.”

“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter then asked, “What does it mean, mother?”

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

“Which are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.

Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
*anonymous author