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Jim the Gem

My mother had a medical procedure performed today at a nearby hospital. As she was in recovery her recovery room nurse came in and made the statement, “You had Jim attending you today, didn’t you?” The inflection in her voice gave the impression that this was a very special thing indeed. I suppose she expected my mom to swoon at the mention of Nurse Jim. Instead my mom was a bit confused asking, “Who is Jim?” I think this deflated recovery room nurse a bit, who seems to have a nurse-crush on Nurse Jim.

I thought this was even more funny since we had briefly met Nurse Jim before my mom’s procedure. Later again we encountered him as he came out to tell us we could visit my mom in recovery. After he walked away my husband said, “That guy is a robot. You can tell he repeats the same thing to people a thousand times a day and he’s not even paying attention to you; his mind is elsewhere.”

Yes, that Nurse Jim is a real Gem…to the recovery nurse at least.

How To Make the Most Out of British Thrillers

British television is a genre in and of itself. I grew up watching Masterpiece Theater and Mystery! on PBS as a child. Both featured a boatload of British television. I enjoyed it immensely and I learned to speak proper English which benefited me in my teen years as I was able to regale my friends with my British accent. I also did a pretty good ‘Valley Girl” (gag me with a spoon!) and a snobby Bostonian accent.

Later, I married a man who can do some pretty good accents too. But he has no great love for British television, none at all really. He just doesn’t have the patience for it. It seems to me that British shows take a long time to set up the main story. They introduce trifles which have no bearing on the actual plot. On the bright side this could give the viewer time to go get some popcorn and a beverage.

To please my husband, I try to avoid putting British shows in our Netflix queue. But Netflix does not always let you know if the film you are interested in is a foreign flick. And so it was that last night a British show somehow sneaked its way into our queue. The movie title is Knife Edge and it was touted as a thriller. All in all it wasn’t that bad as far as thrillers go.

But it did have British actors and I could sense my husband’s disappointment right away. What to do, what to do. Oh! I know! It was time to go into snarky mode.  Our family sometimes likes to watch Mystery Science Theater which deliberately shows “B” rated movies to its viewers with the added benefit of snarky commentary being offered in the background.

I personally think that the best MST movie ever shown was “Werewolf” which I think was made by some Estevez relation to Martin Sheen, Charlie Sheen, and Emilio Estevez. For most of the actors in that film, English was their second language. For the duration of that film the main character pronounced ‘werewolf’ as ‘were wolf’, they could have cleared up the confusion for her if they had just spelled ‘werewolf’ as ‘where wolf’ in her script. Then there was my favorite scene where the cameraman got bored with the dialogue and decided to slowly film the mural that was painted on the wall of the barroom in one scene. Yeah, that was a great movie! But I digress.

I determined in my mind to make “Knife Edge” work for our family. Perhaps I tried too hard, because at one point in the movie I actually screamed. I wasn’t startled or surprised by the scene I instinctively knew was going to happen next in the movie. I’m not really sure why I screamed; it was just a spontaneous event and it had its desired effect. My family starting laughing and soon we were all in full swing of our own version of MST with snarky commentary provided by our family.

The movie wasn’t as slow as some British movies I’ve watched. The customary trifle was a scene on a train which then faded into a view of Wall Street stock trading. The main character, Emma, is a wealthy and successful business woman. She is giving it all up to be a stay at home mom back in the UK.

We found the cast of the movie interesting and soon were wondering about their casting choices. ‘Emma’ was played by a homely redhead. As the movie progressed they made her look increasingly more plain to downright ugly. In the opening scene on Wall Street she is wearing makeup and is nicely dressed. There is one unintentional scary scene where she is looking down on her Wall Street minions; she smiles this creepy goblin-like smile. As she is the hero of the story I don’t think the director actually wanted her to look like a scary goblin, did he? As the movie went on, she lost more and more makeup and took on a downright pasty cast to her skin. Of course she was supposedly near to having a nervous breakdown by this point in the movie and I guess that could account for the pastiness.

In contrast to her plain to goblin-like looks, her cast mates were tall, thin, and exceedingly good looking. They towered over her throughout the movie. Their good looks made her plain looks stand out like a sore thumb, to use a tired cliche…sorry. I think this was intentional however, but I could be wrong. I think it was to cast doubt on her loser French husband, Henri.  Is the audience supposed to wonder, “Why is handsome and well-dressed Henri married to dumpy little Emma?” Answer: For her money! Duh!

Pronounced in a proper French accent, ‘Henri’ sounds just like the Texas pronunciation of ‘ornery’. This provided a perfect opportunity for a snarky comment from moi, “Never marry a guy named Henri, you’re just asking for trouble.” Of course if you don’t know the whole ‘Texan pronunciation of ornery’ thing it falls flat as a joke. My mom is a Texan and so I’ve heard ‘ornery’ pronounced as ‘Henri’ all my life.

Henri came through for Emma in the end however. What a guy! *Spoiler Alert!* With a two-feet long machete-looking knife sticking through his back (that has to hurt!), he crawls to Emma who is being choked to death by the bad guy, affording her the opportunity to rip the machete-looking knife out of her loser husband’s back and stab the bad guy to death with it. That was the only original scene in the whole movie. It was brilliant! Plus, Henri survived being run through with a two feet long machete-looking knife, giving the audience hope that maybe with A LOT of counseling Emma and Henri can work through their differences and save their marriage. THE END!

Somewhere Between Middle Class and Upper Poverty

When I was a child my father informed me that we were not a middle class American family. He said we were upper poverty. He was joking of course for we did fit into the middle class wage bracket.

Now, when I married, I think if there were a class known as upper poverty, my husband and I probably fit in that category. We were both in college and lived off of beans, rice, and ground turkey. I felt positively rich when I could finally afford, at last, to buy chicken and beef to eat. Today, I would feel positively rich if I could afford to buy organic vegetables. Perhaps one day, but until then I’m putting in a garden next summer.

As a teen I had it made. My mom showered me with all the latest styles of clothing I could want. When I married I had to make the old styles last for years and years. We welcomed hand-me-downs and occasionally shopped at Wal-Mart for clothing. It’s nice to have hand-me-downs but the trade-off is that you don’t get to pick your own style if that is your thing, which I admit, is my thing. I do like to have my own style of clothing, colors that I like, etc.

At this point in my life I find that we do not have to wear second-hand clothing if we choose not to. How nice! I like shopping at JCPenneys. I haven’t done that since my early college days, before I was married, and my parents still paid my credit card bill. Yes, I shop at Penneys again. How nice! I’m quite satisfied with good old middle class JCPenneys!

I realize some people are not satisfied with that however. For instance, I recently re-connected with many of my old high school classmates on Facebook which is sort of like an unending class reunion. What was the inventor of Facebook thinking?!! Who wants an unending class reunion? Go home already and get back to living your life!

At any rate, there was this girl I met soon after my parents moved back to my hometown when I was fifteen. She was trouble and I knew it. I had just moved away from a school where the tension between the popular kids and unpopular kids was thick. I was an unpopular kid in that school. How unpopular? It went from being ridiculed for my hair color to being surrounded in the hallway and threatened with bodily injury. When we moved I didn’t want anymore of that and so I kept a low profile as much as possible. Thankfully the popular kids in my new school were not so intimidating. Some were quite friendly inviting me over to their house or out cruising the drag occasionally. One popular male student even flattered me once by telling his friend I had a sexy sounding name. But all in all I didn’t want to make waves and so I laid low most of the time. Except I had this troublesome friend which I have already mentioned.

She wanted to hang out with the popular crowd, but the popular crowd did not want to hang out with her. She grew angry over this, she had quite the temper as I recall. She made it no secret that she scorned ALL popular kids. Being her friend brought me under suspicion and one particular popular girl who had once been friendly to me saw me one day with this other girl and snubbed me because of it. Our friendship didn’t last very long because she got angry with me because I wouldn’t go to youth camp with her one summer. After that she got pregnant and dropped out of school. I didn’t see her much after that. I made other friends which I had things in common with, but all in all I laid low biding my time until graduation.

Flash forward to the age of Facebook. The angry girl sends me a friend request. I suppose that she is not still angry with me over not going to summer camp with her. I also note that she is sending friend requests to some of those popular kids we went to school with. Hmm, that’s interesting. I wonder why? Is she really letting bygones be bygones? Or…is she one of those people who come to the class reunion to gloat. Call me pessimistic, but I think she is.

She was poorer than my family as I recall. Today she is married to a man who apparently has some money. By his picture on her Facebook page I can see that he is quite a bit older than her, at least old enough to be her father I am guessing. He has adult children as does she. I’m curious to know where she found him and what he does for a living. I probably watch too many crime shows, but he has the look of someone involved in organized crime. That is uncharitable of me, I know.

So, a few days ago she posts on her Facebook status how appalled she is that Target is now carrying (she mentioned some designer name which I cannot recall) handbags. She’ll never look at one of those bags again without thinking of Target, she complained. Whatever! I don’t shop at Target either. But she better not ever say a word against JCPenney or I’m unfriending her.

I’m kidding! I don’t unfriend anybody. I just wait for them to unfriend me…and I lay low.

Life in the Crater

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I just realized that I am up-to-date with my memoirs for the most part. The last part is life in the crater and I’m not sure if I’m ready to write that yet. Until I am ready to write the last part, here are some interesting facts about living in a crater.

  1. It is cold, colder than you might imagine.
  2. It is dark too. Darker than you might imagine.
  3. Communication towers are often down and signal strength is limited.
  4. Vitamin D is scarce and probably accounts for crabby moods.
  5. Despite the lack of atmosphere, the wind storms are incredibly strong.
  6. Escape velocity needed to lift oneself out of the crater is hard to achieve. Harder than you might imagine.
  7. In general, life in a crater is harsh but if you crave adventure of the odd variety it may be just the place for you.

Merton Place: It Really is a Place

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I am slowly working my way through Jane Austen’s works thanks to that little e-reader called a Nook. I downloaded her complete works because they are economical. I began with Northanger Abbey, followed that with Sense and Sensibility, and recently finished Pride and Prejudice. I am currently reading Merton Place.

No, I am not! Jane Austen never wrote a book titled Merton Place! But I have it stuck inside my mind that she did. She wrote a book titled Mansfield Park…which I want to call Merton Place.

I was interested to find that there is a historical Merton Place however.

Merton Place

Strangely enough I found this bit of history about Merton Place which really is a place in the real world. And where did I find the history about Merton Place? Why! It was on a Jane Austen fan site of all places. The site purports to bring “Jane Austen, her novels, and the Regency Period alive through food, dress, social customs, and other 19th C. historical details related to this topic.” I guess Merton Place fits into the latter category since the history I read does not have anything specific relating to Jane Austen…though the owner of Merton Place, Horatio Nelson, seemed like a real character out of a book to say the least!

Most likely I was thinking of the fictional town of Meryton in Austen’s Pride and Prejudice…but how I turned Mansfield Park into Merton (Meryton) Place is anybody’s guess. As an author I am half persuaded that I should write a book titled Merton Place. It may or may not have anything to do with Horatio Nelson or Jane Austen. Maybe it would be set in an alternate reality…that seems more my style.

Anxiety Level Purple

The doorbell sounds and my household is thrown into a panic. One would think we were conducting some sort of criminal activity just prior to its ringing. But no, we are not criminals.

We enjoy our privacy obviously, maybe a little too much. What could cause such paroxysms of panic in us? I can only attribute my actions to the fact that I recently applied a nice coat of purple lipstick. What can I say? I was just in a purple lipstick kind of mood despite the fact that I’m not planning on going anywhere where purple lipstick might be worn. I just bought the stuff because it caught my eye in the cosmetics aisle. So when the doorbell rang I rushed to the bathroom to try to at least wipe some of the stuff off. But it was too late, my lips were thoroughly tinted.

As for the rest of my family, they were not wearing purple lipstick. But they were playing music really loud and felt the need to turn it down several decibels before opening the door.

After all that it turned out to just be the guy who delivers salt for our water softener. I had to leave my bathroom sanctuary nonetheless to tell him where to leave the bag of salt. Was it just me or did he seem a bit amused at my purple lips? I’ll never know for sure.

A Letter to Myself – A Writing Prompt

Every once in a while a writing prompt can be a writer’s best friend. Finding a good writing prompt is something completely different, but maybe I’m just a writing prompt snob. Most writing prompts seem frivolous and stupid to me. My all time favorite writing prompt to hate is the one which says that if I am frustrated I should write about the ‘smell’ of frustration. The smell of frustration? I’m frustrated right now but all I can smell is the lotion I put on my hands earlier and that is NOT the smell of frustration. Frustration does not have a fragrance as far as I can tell.

And so I move on, looking for another writing prompt. I found one which I am using today. It still seems frivolous but I’ll give it a shot. It says to write a letter to myself and come back to it in six months. Let’s see…that will be February. I am supposed to list my accomplishments and concerns and also remind my future self of something that I should not forget. OK, here goes:

Dear Me,

Did you accomplish anything back in August of 2010? Well, you started your ‘Jot’s Lunar Adventure’ story to go with your pen name’s newly come to life character. You decided to let the writing bug grab hold of you once again and throw yourself back into your writing that you at one time contemplated never doing again.

Do you remember what concerned you in August of 2010? The political scene of course but that’s nothing new. Right? It isn’t anything overly concerning to you at the moment though. You are practicing applying faith to everyday life knowing and remembering that God causes ALL things to work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

Now, do you remember what you should never ever forget? Well, there are so many things you shouldn’t forget including the verse that you just quoted above. I hope you don’t ever forget that God is in control!

Well, I have to be going now.

Yours truly,

You

One Morning In the Life of Jot

Just an ordinary day in the life of a Jot:

  • Wake up to the clock radio and ponder the meaning of the song that is playing, running it through the biblical filters. Is it on track? Man centered? God centered? Then listen to the mindless banter of the radio guys. What did the one guy mean when he said to the other guy, “They don’t know who you really are when you’re off the air.” Interesting.
  • Roll out of bed, stiff and hurting, but this is going to be a good day nonetheless. Head to the shower.
  • Husband mentions that today is the first day of a small group Bible study in our home which will start at 10 a.m. What time is it now? 8 a.m. Will need to hurry and get the living room in order and dishes put away in kitchen. But first there is Bible devotions, coffee and breakfast.
  • Call mom before 10 a.m. or she will most certainly call when Bible study is taking place. While talking on the phone with mom, also have ongoing conversations with others in the household simultaneously while mom is also talking (scolding) dad who has Alzheimer’s. Get off phone promising to talk later.
  • Finish up kitchen cleaning. Apply a bit of makeup. Check email. First Bible study guest arrives. Second guest arrives but parks in front of the neighbor’s house which is a huge affront to the neighbor. Husband goes to tell second guest to move the car somewhere else lest the wrath of the neighbor be kindled.
  • Guests are inside and have their beverages. Phone rings. Someone wants our sons to mow their lawn. Sons are given the message.
  • Bible study for two hours. Bathroom breaks in between. More beverages. Pausing for notes and explanations. Husband has another appointment at 12:00. Study is over at 12:15. Study is over. Phone rings.
  • Neighborhood girl wants to call someone in our church and is calling us, her personal directory service, once again for a phone number. Can someone please get this child her own phone book?
  • Guests leave. Husband leaves for his next appointment. Daughter is starving. Make lunch.
  • Sons come home just as lunch is ready. They have a funny story about the customer who had called earlier. They arrive at her house which has a small yard but it is covered in weeds. The weeds are so tall that they won’t be able to use their weed-eaters on the largest of them and so they begin pulling the large weeds up by hand. The woman comes out and tells them not to pull up the weeds but to just mow around them! She likes the weeds!

Oops! My narrative has meandered into afternoon.

How To Avoid Eating Out

I recently read about a fellow blogger who took the 30-day no eating out challenge…or something like that. She apparently has a coupon clipping blog site for the frugal challenged.

I seldom eat out anymore and so I thought I would provide some ideas on how to break the eating out habit for those who are taking the 30-day no eating out challenge.

  1. Move to an area where there are none of your favorite restaurants.
  2. Only go to restaurants which serve food you dislike, soon you will not want to go out to eat anymore.
  3. Only go to restaurants where they employ questionable people. You will be so paranoid that they will do something to your food you will lose your appetite.
  4. Watch as many documentaries as you can on unsanitary practices that have been secretly taped at restaurants.
  5. Talk to former food service employees and let them tell you ‘funny’ stories of accidentally dumping your food in the trash and how they scraped it off before they brought it back to you.
  6. Try to develop an obsessive-complusion against germs that may be on your food server’s or cook’s hands.
  7. If all of the above fails, move forty miles outside of town.

You’re Welcome! ;)

This Poem Is Brought to You By the Letter S

The High Hurdles in Slug World

Slurping slugs slither slowly slipping, sliding

So sad; she sunders suddenly

shattering slippy slimy slugs

Salt! Shaking, shimmering, slivering slugs

“Sayonara slugs!” she shouts.

(About this poem: My daughter and I wrote this poem together. I was never good at writing poetry, but we had a lot of fun writing this. My daughter’s war on slugs in our garden last year inspired this poem.)

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