Times have changed. Now it’s 16 hours. (VIA)
Archive for the ‘From the chick’s nest’ Category
Who the hell wrote THIS headline?
Sunday, May 15th, 2011My mothers talent
Friday, May 6th, 2011It’s no secret that my mother and I were not especially close in her later years. We started out that way, though, having a common enemy in Harold. He was the abusive husband and father who demoralized her with his fits of rage and turned me into an overachieving, codependent, people-pleaser.
She unexpectedly passed away last September. I think she was proud of me, yet surprised by my career path. I didn’t end up with lots of kids, make magnets for the refrigerator and knit. My DNA steered me towards writing, sales, and whatever it is I do all day.
It’s quite a process to go through a dead persons things, especially when it’s your mother. Finding that chapstick in a blazer pocket just about sent me over the edge. Her bottles of cologne, her makeup, funny socks with ladybugs on them…these things bring her into the room with me.
She was born on a family farm and led a small town life. In her earlier years, she was an amazing seamstress. Her creative streak was strong and while not working in fine silks or exotic fabrics, she found ways to express herself, and I think it helped her deal with the scars of domestic violence.
This doll furniture is made of plastic canvas and yarn. My daughter loved it. Hopefully my granddaughter will appreciate it, too.
Happy Mothers Day, Mom.
Where Barbie gets Ready every morning.
Ken was over. He left the seat up. Men! Check out the tiny toilet paper roll.
The Living Room. Tiny pillows on the sofa and a pull chain on the floor lap, TV & VCR in the entertainment center!
The Bathroom. Love the towel bar.
Rockford, Illinois Part Deux
Thursday, March 10th, 2011I’m not sure it was as good as the first effort, but still very worthwhile viewing. Gotta admire the chutzpah of the Tourism Folks who seized the moment to put Rockford on the radar!
Be a Member!
Thursday, March 10th, 2011I’ve simply been too busy to post anything, moving my Grandmother to Senior Housing, but I have to take a second to share this. I’m already a member and didn’t know it. :)
Talking to your audience
Thursday, March 3rd, 2011I wish we were able to deliver something half this amazing for a “Dont Text and Drive” campaign we’re working on in Hooterville. This is simply genius stuff and talks directly to the target audience with substantial impact…for virtually no budget. Click the link and be impressed.
Someplace to hide
Friday, February 25th, 2011I gotta hand it to Designer Tim…he found this one and it is spot on! Where DID all those State Senators from Wisconsin go, anyway? Rockford, Illinois Tourism seized the moment brilliantly. Cheap Trick? Are you serious!
Cry for help
Monday, February 21st, 2011Admit it. You’ve had days like this…we all have. (via)
Scanner
Tuesday, February 15th, 2011I worry about my reading habits. Or lack thereof.
So much content. So little time.
I’m like a little kid who is afraid she might miss something, so I have become a scanner. I breeze through Tweets, headlines, blogs and web sites, becoming Aware, but not really Knowing.
Yet I am cognizant of this behavior. Rather than mindlessly drift, I do force myself to slow down, embrace those pages that are worthy and try to leave with a working understanding of what I just consumed.
When I was young, my crazy, abusive father made me take a speed reading class so I could learn more, faster. He wanted me to be a doctor. (Can you imagine?) Thanks to him, I’ve spent my whole life over-achieving and I genuinely LIKE learning.
When I converted to Judaism, I told a Rabbi I wanted to learn “everything there was to know” about being Jewish. He shook his head and told me that would be impossible. Judaism is too vast, too subjective and interwoven, too fluid and open for debate, to ever be fully understood. I tried to prove him wrong. But he wasn’t.
But still I scan. Plowing through material with earnest determination to make my dead father proud and maybe the Rabbi, too.
My Grandmother says” You always do too much.”
Maybe I’m just nosey.
Once upon a time, there was this Adchick who…
Stop Farting…and Smoking
Sunday, February 13th, 2011Why didn’t I think of this? (VIA)
When the elderly shovel
Thursday, February 10th, 2011During the “Epic, Historic” Blizzard of the Century (my Vermont pal says we’re not used to real snow storms here – whatever) I had my Grandmother, who still lives alone) come and stay with me. I finally told her if she was going to eat all my food and keep the furnace dialed at a tropical 80 degrees, she’d have to do a few chores.
LOOK! She could only shovel half the drive! I had to do the rest. You’d think at almost 96 years old, she could have finished the job.
Sheesh.
