A BalletMet Production of “The Nutcracker” Doesn’t Disappoint but today it makes me a little sad


Vzevolozhsky's costume sketch for The Nutcracker.

Vzevolozhsky’s costume sketch for The Nutcracker. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s the day after the shootings in Sandy Hook, Connecticut. Yesterday, I watched all the news shows. I can’t watch them today. It’s too disturbing.  These shootings are just beyond comprehension. What could drive a person to shoot 20 children? Who was he? Why did his mother keep guns in her home?

Why do we always end up focusing on the murderer? I’m guessing it’s because the thought of someone human doing these things is so incomprehensible.

Today, I dragged myself out of the house to watch Columbus BalletMet’s version of The Nutcracker. The last time I’d seen a production was twenty-six years ago.

I usher for the Ohio Theater in Columbus, Ohio. It’s one way to help the community and see different events for free. Columbus does have a lot to offer as far as culture goes: the symphony, Broadway on tour, guest artists, lectures  and my favorite, Columbus BalletMet. This dance company does a lot of contemporary dance as well as the classics. The dancers are young, energetic, beautiful, artistic and talented. i never walk away disappointed.

It took me by surprise
I had forgotten that little girls come with their mothers and fathers to these shows. The little girls were dressed up in frilly colorful holiday dresses.  I hardly saw anyone wearing jeans or T-shirts. It was sweet and so nostalgic.

I couldn’t help but think of the children who were murdered yesterday. They were about the ages of many of the little girls who were so thrilled to be seeing this famous ballet for the first time. I couldn’t stop thinking of the  grief -stricken parents who lost their precious children.

BalletMet didn’t disappoint

I  was enchanted with the production. It was beautifully staged, the music charmed me and the costumes were extraordinary. It was a memorable production and cheered me up a little.

But, in the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop remembering all those little girls who will never get to get dressed up and see
The Nutcracker with their parents.

It’s  really time to do something to stop the violence. Don’t you agree?

Enough is Enough: Shooting in Newtown Connecticut: We should ALL take responsibility for this!


A shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut and the TV commentators are asking why? Maybe he might have to do with accessibility to guns and the media? This is not something that’s hard to figure out. Please!

I am tired of all these fools saying we don’t need to restrict guns. They say things like:

1.If they didn’t have a gun, they’d use a knife.
2, If they didn’t have a gun, they use a bomb.
3. If you don’t have a gun, you can’t shoot the shooter.
4, You can’t take guns away from people. It’s their right to shoot each other.
5. You can’t control crazy people, they’re going to do it anyway!  Where there’s a will there’s a way.

 

Example of a color glitch from the video game ...

Example of a color glitch from the video game Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am tired of people not doing anything about all the violence in the media

Have you ever watched  a video game? Guns and shooting. And they are becoming  more and more realistic. I saw some people playing these games,  and I was absolutely shocked on how gruesome, dark, and realistic it was.

Have you seen the junk on TV?

Have you watched the news? The news that is on 24/7?  We sit and watch violence for entertainment.

If they didn’t have easy access to guns, they wouldn’t do this!  If you have a gun available you’re more likely to use it! That’s a fact.

In England, this kind of thing doesn’t go on. Why? There’s gun control in England? Don’t you think they also have crazy people there?

I have been hearing about gun control since JFK was assassinated. When is this ever going to end?

 

Your comments?

 

A baby boomer recalls her biking experiences: both good and bad!


My husband and I riding bikes on vacation!

My husband and I riding bikes on vacation!

My first bike was blue , and I remember my dad teaching me to ride it. I have a vague memory of him running with me and pushing the back of the bike. I was about six. Suddenly, I turned my head to look at him and I realized I was riding it all by myself. The first taste of real freedom. I can still see him standing there with a satisfied smile on his face. Then he said, “see, I knew you could do it!”

I had a disaster with a bike when I was 10.  My mother told me, “don’t leave the house today because we’re going to Cedar Point.” (An amusement park in Sandusky, Ohio). I didn’t listen. As soon as she left for work, I rode  an old clunky leftover bike to the neighborhood pool. On the way home, I decided to carry all my friend’s swimming bags on my handlebars.

Disaster struck. The swimming bags, filled with towels, flip-flops and floats,  were too heavy. I stood up on the bike,  fell off the bike and onto the sidewalk. I spent the evening getting a  plaster of paris cast on my broken ankle.  My mother was more than a little annoyed with me.   She did slightly warm up when the doctor was putting that clunky soon-to-be- smelly awful thing on my leg. She wasn’t the only one who was upset with me. My two older sisters were not happy.  My father was the only one who displayed any sympathy toward me.

I hadn’t learned my lesson

No disasters —at least on a bike—until I was 19.  My roommate and I decided to go for a ride on the graveled alley by our apartment. I decided to stand up, and guess what? That’s right. I fell over again. This time I landed right on my chin. It smarted when I hit the gravel. Ouch!

Being the trusting naive girls that we were, my friend and I hitchhiked to the University’s hospital ER.  First we ran in the apartment to grab a towel. My chin and lower face was profusely bleeding and it frightened me.

Strangely enough, the  two clean-cut looking guys who offered us a ride also provided us with mixed drinks. They had a little set up with a decanter and some fancy drink glasses. I held a towel to my chin with one hand,  and drank the welcome drink with my other. By that time, I was  really worried about what I’d done to my face.

When I got to the hospital, they took me right away. I inadvertently caught my reflection in the doctor’s glasses while he was sewing me up. I watched as the dimple in my chin disappeared.  It saddened me because I was the only one of the children in my family to inherit my dad’s dimple  and I was quite fond of it. Fortunately the rest of my face was unharmed.

I still ride a bike

After all those problems, I still ride a bike. I’ve finally learned to be careful.  I bought a brand new one several years ago, and named it “Freedom.” I’ve experienced a lot of joy riding her around town.  I’m really glad riding bikes is now acceptable for mature adults. At one time this wasn’t a cool thing to do. (That tells you how old I really am).  It’s fun and great exercise.

My daughter wins a bike

Naturally, all parents want their kids to ride a bike on their own. It’s a proud moment, but it’s the beginning of the end. You suddenly realize that one day they will be leaving you.

I proudly remember when my determined little daughter won a bike in a contest. She had to ride a certain amount of miles in the local park to get a new bike. I was quite surprised when someone rang the doorbell and awarded her a shiny red brand new bike. It didn’t surprise her at all.

The Harmony Project

Now, another one of my links with bikes is the Harmony project, a philanthropic organization. One of the things we do is raise money and give bikes to foster kids.  I’m sure they will get a lot joy from their bikes. I just wish I could see all their faces when they get their bikes on Christmas morning.  You can still contribute to this worthwhile project. So far, we’ve bought them 150 brand new bikes.

I want to thank all the people who contributed yesterday to our one day event on 12/12/12/ . It’s an example of what people can really do when they want to change things!

If you want to know more about us, check out our page at http://www.harmonyproject.com/bikes

If you have a story about your bike, or want to tell me about your first one, please comment!

The Harmony Project Buys 150 bikes for kids in Columbus: thank you!


You want to find out what happens if people turn their energy into doing good things?

I’ll tell you.  The Harmony Project had a one day social event to purchase bikes for foster kids in Columbus, Ohio.

Everyone kept posting updates. We tweeted, blogged,  facebooked, pininterested, stumbled, Google plused, and asked for as little as $1.00 to pay for bikes. (If you want to find out more about the Harmony Project read some of my other posts referred to in the related articles.)

The people who thought up this even  expected to get $8.000.00. They ended up with almost twice that.

Wouldn’t it be great if everyone turned negative energy into positive energy?

One-hundred-fifty teenagers in Columbus, Ohio, are going to wake up Christmas morning and have new bikes! They’re kids who are in foster care.

It was all done in one day. I want to thank all the people who contributed. Especially people who did it because I asked them!

Wow. Here’s a few pictures of our group!

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I am actually planning 3 meals


For me, planning is a dirty word. I’m not exactly sure why. My personality is more spur of the moment which sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t. I know it doesn’t work as far as eating goes.

Anne Marie, I’m going to try to use your recipe. I copied three recipes from Hungry Girl.

I figure one step at a time for me.

I’m too used to those lean quisines, but now when I look in the freezer case I balk.

So, cooking. I’m trying to like the idea.

Wish me luck

Any other easy recipes to share?

I also went to the pool, and jumped around for an hour.  For some reason, that doesn’t seem to bother me.

Any comments. Thanks you to the writer guy who liked my blog. I’ll have to go back and see your name!

Help buy a bike for a foster kid in Columbus Ohio: read about it here! : Another Harmony Project post


Teenagers sharing with People from the Unison Project and Harmony Project

Teenagers sharing with People from the Unison Project and Harmony Project

IF you are one of my followers, you already know about The Harmony Project. It’s a wonderful group that came into my life. It’s a combination of singing (a 200 member choir that performs) and sharing.

Today, we’re buying bikes for foster kids in Columbus, Ohio. It’s a social media event. You can give as little as a dollar, or as much as you want. A woman called the “Bike Lady” purchases bikes for us.  We’re putting resources together to give as many bikes as we can in one day. Join our effort. We know it’s a hard times and the holiday season. But, you can be a part of this. How about feeling terrific for a dollar or two? There’s nothing like it!

Here’s a letter from a foster grandparent

A letter from a foster grandparent…yes, even the smallest contribution can yield a significant return:
“I am writing this letter to encourage you to continue giving our young men the mental, spiritual and material tools they need to prepare them for a better future. The bike is a material thing, but it taught my grandson so much. He learned about sharing and taking care of something he cares about. Most importantly, he learned that people who don’t even know him care about him and other children. I remind him often to pass it forward when he is able. Thank you for your support.
Sincerely, A grateful grandmother”

I get absolutely nothing out of this. But, I’ve gotten so much out of sharing my time and helping. You can too!  Please donate, and if you really want to do a good thing share this over the web today. It’s just plain exciting and fun!

By the way, I intensely dislike  selling stuff or asking for money. I really do. But, this project has given me so much! It’s really a blessing. Now it’s your chance to “pay it forward.”

Trust me, you’ll feel good all day!

On 12/12/12, click http://www.harmonyproject.com/bikes    Here’s the link!


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The 600 pound woman on TLC: She ate herself to death.


My Neighbour Is A Big Fat Ugly Pig

My Neighbour Is A Big Fat Ugly Pig (Photo credit: ♥♥peppersmom♥♥)

Today is Day 4 of mindful eating. I guess that’s what you’d call what I’m doing.  So far, I’ve been doing fine.

I realize it’s boredom that causes me to eat. Boredom causes a lot of people to overeat. I am also addicted to food.

Last night I caught the TLC series about the 600 woman, who must have been really bored.  She was not a native to the USA. When she came to the USA (Florida)  she was a normal size.  Fast food really turned her on. In between having her six children, she kept gaining weight. It finally got too much for her husband and he left.

By the time she got to 600 + pounds she took to her bed. Somehow she got her daughters to cook and feed her a terrible diet. They also got her food to go. She couldn’t even sit up.

She was willful and it probably caused her death

She begs someone to help her, and finds a doctor that will do the surgery. She promises that she will go to a Rehabilitation Center after the surgery, and follow all the instructions.

Finally, the 600 pound woman goes in the operating room to have the bypass surgery. She has so much fat that they can’t find a vein to attach the IV to; it takes a long time.  It’s layers  upon layers of fat. Miraculously, the surgeon finds her stomach and does the surgery.

She is not happy during recovery. She is in pain, and doesn’t like that. Then, she doesn’t like rehab where she has to do some exercise. She is so irritated about the whole thing that she calls an ambulance to take her home. The doctor is incredulous. Now that she checked herself out of the rehab center what’s going to happen?

The next thing we know, we’re at her funeral. The question is whether the operation caused her death, her heavy weight, or it was a natural scheme of things. It’s just not healthy to be 600 pounds.

A Nation of Obese People

It’s frightening that there are more and more people at these weights. There are enough people to produce various shows about them.

It’s  like watching a freak show, but pretty soon it won’t be so freakish because there will be so many people to feature in these shows. Pretty soon, they’ll  have to audition.

McDonald’s, Burger King, Taco Bell, Tim Horton, Sonic, Dairy Queen and Jolly Pirate Donuts are all within one mile of my house. Not to mention all the pizza places, so numerous I can’t think of all the names.  They are all within one mile of my house.  I can still walk to all of them, but if I regularly indulge I probably will have to drive.  Once in a while the temptation is too much, and I do go inside.

There is only one vegetarian restaurant in the little city where I live.

Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

No wonder we’re all getting so fat!

What do you think?  I would welcome your comments!


Here is a poem by Mike stone!

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Boundaries

Raanana, December 4, 2012

There was a certain ring to her name,

Quite a certain ring, yes?

Like a poem calls up a sea of feeling

That laps at the boundary of meaning.

What does that mean,

That ring,

That feeling?

That reminds me of a time when

That lone house in the field where she lived

When time flew over the waves of summer wheat

Like birds,

Like shrouds of cloud,

The boundary between when and where,

Also a kind of lapping.

The ring to her name,

Love does that, doesn’t it?

That and the boundary

Between her skin and mine.

 

Another Boundary

Raanana, December 5, 2012

You go for a walk in the dead of winter

Over a frozen lake covered with snow.

You stoop down to brush away the soft wet crystals

And under the thick grey ice

You see a child whose lips are…

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