It’s Mother’s Day 2015 and here are some developments since my original post that is below this one.
Flashback to last June on Friday the 13th when I was moving out of my condo.
Things are going well as I plot my new adventure at my new home, yet to be discovered. As I float down the stairs of my condo hallway and hear the jingling of keys in my pocket, I am at peace. Delight turn to fright as I discover that my car keys are in my pocket and my condo keys are in my condo and I am on the wrong side of the door. Cell phone in hand, tears build, as I anxiously await to hear my mom’s calming voice. “Mom, I need you now!” Normally, my mom wouldn’t be home at the hour, but I caught her and she rushed over with the extra set of keys that she hadn’t returned to me yet! Morale: Mom came to the rescue, movers arrived and the rest of the day was seamless. Sigh.
After all these years, we still play tennis and if top spin was a spice, hers would be extra hot.
I have been taking guitar lessons since last fall. It can be frustrating learning how to play but, thankfully, I now have a really cool teacher who has turbo boosted my muscle memory that allows me to play all sorts of songs. However, I wouldn’t be playing the guitar if my mom didn’t buy it for me.
She grew up playing croquet and a group of us still play during the summer – thanks to the Croquet Hostess. She continues to channel her hometown roots and destroy the competition on the course, despite her routinely asking which wicket she is supposed to be shooting the ball through.
Last year, she introduced me to the Puzzle Island section of the Chicago Tribune. Since then, every Sunday, I go to her place and remove the coveted wordplay section and head over to the coffee shop to exercise my brain.
In the winter, we take walks and look at lights. In the warmer weather, we study the gardens and architecture of the homes. At night, we walk over to the lake and gaze at the Chicago Skyline, tranquil lake, and twinkling stars over our heads. If the timing is right, the fireflies come along for the ride.
I got her a memory rock from the rock store down the street, a couple of week ago. Whenever she forgets something now, she says it’s because she doesn’t have her memory rock – because she forgot to take it with her.
May her warmth, generosity, and amusing witticisms continue to impress all of the people who are lucky enough to encounter her. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, thanks for creating memories with me!
5-12-13 It’s Mommy Time
This weekend, many Facebook profile and cover photos are composed of mothers, be it a flashback or a recent photo. This is done, obviously, as an homage to Mother’s Day. That’s one of the pros of Facebook. I’m fortunate that I get to hang out with my mom frequently. Here are some things that everyone loves about my mom, including me.
- She has voluminous hair and she passed that on to me. When I was younger, I used to call her mane “Bozo hair” and she hated that. It wasn’t THAT red but it was full of curls and actually quite pretty. When she grew her “natural” hair color out, to the bedevilment of our hair stylist, I commented that it looked like an “upside-down banana split”. She also didn’t like that too much, either.
When I was a kid, I would awaken Christmas morning to the hypnotic sound of the chirping bird on the Christmas Tree and the pitter patter of my maternal grandparents stirring about upstairs. My Christmas Stocking greeted me with a chocolate marshmallow Santa, a ballpoint pen from the local bank, and a waiting-to be-ripe orange. I’m sure there was more in there – but that is what stands out as I write this memory. Now these moments would be captured on social media or Facebook…but not then!
Here are some photos of Christmas lights to warm up your inner holiday spirit. It doesn’t appear it will be a White Christmas in my part of the world but this weather condition has allowed me the opportunity to stroll along the streets at night to take in the lights and not be cold!
The other day, I read about a couple in Ontario, Canada, who had been married for over 56 years. They were returning home from their weekend getaway in a snowstorm. Visibility had to be a challenge but they were no strangers to the Canadian winter road conditions. They were within ten miles of their destination when their car collided with an unloaded logging truck. The driver of the truck was unharmed but the proud parents of six children and grandparents of 16 did not survive the crash.
Normally, I would gasp at reading such an account. However, in this case, I knew the victims. Slowly, it sunk in that the husband of my cousin had lost both of his parents in an instant. Read the rest of this entry →
This past weekend, while on a promotional surge for a volunteer project that had me floating in social media euphoria, I was suddenly sidelined.
I had to reinstate a suspended social media account. Mortifying, yet not surprising given how people have responded to my eagerness lately. I felt like I was in a social media pokey. My research assured me that other perplexed and perky quipsters had been squashed, too. Many users have no clue what they did wrong but get suspended, while the spamsters get a free pass. I read that one account took over 10 days to get restored.
A few years ago, I worked on another reunion project and Facebook said to the effect, SLOW DOWN, SISTER – YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE DOWN OUR SERVER WITH YOUR POSITIVE ENERGY AND ENTHUSIASM! Everything ended up working out beautifully and to this day, Facebook is the reunion saviour as far as I am concerned.
This other social media platform is much more intense with their hand slapping. Enthusiastic Rule Breaker – that’s the new me of 2013!
“Nothing great was achieved without enthusiasm” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Per their rules: enthusiasm equals “egregious”.
I must say, I was shocked! I know, curb the puns.
Redemption option: Click through to a link and confirm that I will “alter my behavior”/talk about the cup of soup I had for lunch and then type in that code that has cryptic looking letters to prove I am not a computer.
All of my experience of dealing with beyond messy handwriting and being a puzzle solving aficionado should equate to tackling this task with relative ease! I was mistaken, I kept failing!
The simple things become difficult when we are stressed out. Right?
I tried listening to the distorted audio and it sounded like it was recorded on a busy highway and various vehicles were crushing the letters and random numbers that were blurted throughout. Seriously, is that option just to further tease us?
I went back to the Will She Get Sprung from the Social Media Pokey? Will She Prove She’s Human?
Exciting news! My last post about my amusing attempt of portraying a band booster that inspired such wonderful hits (yet to be written) as:
- You’re Pretty Good, Will You Please Be My Ringtone On My Phone?
- Get Your Groove on the Postage Stamp-Sized Dance Floor WOOOOOOO
- Unintentional Body Slamming Guaranteed
- Check Out Read the rest of this entry →
I received a cartoon from a friend earlier today. It had a bunch of pictures of people being distracted by a smart phone while various activities occurred around them. The quote from Albert Einstein is… Read the rest of this entry →
A year ago at this time, I found out shocking and sad news that a family friend, Jeff Berger, died in a small plane crash. He was on his way to ski with business partners for a few days.
Jeff was a good person who had a great sense of humor. He was a genuinely nice person who I knew for over 25 years. He was my dad’s student at Northwestern University and my brother’s friend.
Jeff took my brother to a party one night and that is where he was introduced to his future wife. Without Jeff, I wouldn’t have my sister-in-law or my niece and nephew. Talk about being full of gratitude, Jeff’s impact was huge and is appreciated every day.
Facebook has replaced the need for most reunion planning companies, yet it seems to be undermining the efforts of reunion planning via their incredibly user-UNfriendly group pages.
Do you ever get frustrated with the way topics and thoughts can get lost in the new Facebook group format? Photos and comments keep bouncing up and down the page as people look at each post. It is great that people are so passionate about expressing their thoughts and they should not be prevented from doing so, but the irony is that the end result is people aren’t being heard. Read the rest of this entry →
Facebook family and blog readers, thank you for helping me achieve my goal of blasting past 4,000 clicks yesterday! My Facebook family put me over the top when I implored upon them late yesterday afternoon and I am thrilled. I hope they READ some of the posts, too, but the fact that I know they clicked to help me out really impresses me. My blog followers and subscribers keep me going.
I have placed a reach goal of 5,000 reads by my 1 year anniversary on March 19. I’ve considered putting my blog mantra on the elevated trains in Chicago to increase traffic flow, but I don’t have that kind of marketing budget. I’m going to have to make a plethora of magic words with my fingers as they tickle the keyboard to make that happen, but believe and you will achieve!
It’s not really the number of clicks that fascinate me. It’s the ability to reach people and make them laugh or think a bit.
I was floored when I realized one of my favorite bloggers had me on her blog roll a couple of days ago. I wrote her to thank her and she commented that she had it on there awhile because she likes my blog. That was so cool! Thank you to Kate of Views and Mews by Coffee Kat. She is a really fun read and has taught me a great deal since our paths crossed in the blogging community last fall.
I don’t get to blog (well, I have four now) full-time so my ability get traffic is a challenge. It wasn’t until I introduced my cute niece and nephew last fall that the respected blogging community started paying attention to this blog. That, and writing about my former downstairs neighbor who used to take a broom and smack the ceiling to get the people BELOW her to shut up. I never understood that. Read the rest of this entry →
Subliminal advertising: I am now on Twitter! Follow me, you’ll feel better. The blog needs love. We all do! @reinrantnrave. That’s easy to remember.
I don’t have many cousins, so the ones I have are on cloud nine with the creative attempts I make to ensure that we stay in touch.
My maternal side of the family has three cousins and we always had a lot of fun together during our winter and summer visits, despite their living on the Canadian border and I in the northern suburbs of Chicago.
One summer, my grandpa had dropped off our cousins at their other grandparents house. Alas, the end of our visit would inevitably occur. Grandpa would always take us to Hamburger Hollow on the way back and buy us an ice cream cone. After one visit, my brother and I were so sad about losing our playmates, that we turned the ice cream down. Grandpa was dazed. Read the rest of this entry →