7/16/08

Great Grandpa Column

I'm a sucker for any writing about wonderful grandparents. Cody Thorn, Neosho Daily News sports writer really hit a homerun in tonight's paper.

http://www.neoshodailynews.com/sports/x379990124/Is-there-crying-in-baseball

Cody is everywhere. In fact it would be easy to think he's a twin - it seems impossible that he can be at so many events in one day...and go to college....and have a life!

Check out the column. Then if you're blessed enough to still have a grandparent living, give 'em a call. You'll be glad you did.

7/15/08

Some pics

Fez the wonder puppy



Ocho Rios, Jamaica....our favorite spot, after Neosho



Sis and "the boys"
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Fast silence

We headed up a few miles on MO 71 this morning to get pictures of the solar cars on their way to Kansas.

There were people standing beside the road, near overpasses, anywhere they could get a good look.

Once the first car popped over the horizon, we were joinning with everyone else - hooting and pointing. The kids in the support vehicles seemed just as excited, honking their van horns and waving back.

The only thing missing was the sound from the race vehicles. I had forgotten until today that they are completely quiet except for the sound of the tires on the pavement.

After a weekend of war movies with the pre-teens, the silence got my attention.

No pollution. No noise. Could be good.

7/8/08

Very kiwi

When the boys were little, they couldn't say "scary". It sounded like they were saying "kiwi". Since then anything that shouldn't be scary, but is....is kiwi. Even though it is only July, once my birthday rolls around, then for as long as I can remember, summer is on a downhill slide, followed ever too quickly by fall.

I just signed up for the National Novel Writing Month experience, held annually in November. The goal is to commit to yourself that you'll write every day from November 1 - November 30. You "win" if you finish with 5o,000 words written.

One of my most favorite books "Water for Elephants" by Sarah Gruen, was a National Novel Writing book experience. I have been overwhelmed for months by her writing skill and her ability to touch into something so deeply - where she had previously had absolutely no personalf frame of reference.

We'll see where November takes me. I've been noting all the funny little quirks about life's simultaneous opposites - maybe there's an idea in there somewhere.

7/6/08

The Bond of the Laundry Room

Currently we have four friends who are in their late 30s or early 40s and who are all pregnant. For a couple of these ladies they’ve adopted but before had not previously been able to conceive, while the other two have each given birth once.

All of them are fun to talk with – visiting about the surprises and extra tests that come with being a mom over 30. I was thinking today about our delivery day and how 99% of the time I would do the complete day over again. You know how you always hear that the fear and pain of the day quickly fades in a mother’s mind. And soon, she’s ready for that next baby.

Well – I was the big baby with the spinal block and I never felt any pain. Didn’t plan to. I too was over 30. It was a Monday. The delivery room television set was locked to the O.J. Simpson trial. My ankles were the size of soccer balls. The last little bit of personal self-centeredness I could possibly relish for the next 18 years would be a small tube of plastic dripping painkiller directly into my spine. And I boldly asked for it at the first twinge of discomfort.

So, I don’t have the shared pain of birthing bonding experience, but the bond I do share with all mother’s I know is the fear and the agony of the laundry room.

What is it with teenagers and their clothes?

I’ve been observing for the past couple of weeks since Sis returned to the house from the dorms and the best I can determine is she makes three, sometimes four, wardrobe changes a day.

First, there is the just got out of bed but don’t want to be seen in my pajamas and some cute guy could walk by outfit (notice she hasn’t realized she’s home); followed by the time to go to work at my very cool summer job ensemble; not to be overshadowed by the just returned home from job need to go out and see who’s home from school look; and the ever popular and oh so comfortable lounging around the house checking out what’s on pay per view number.

I want you to understand that all four, of her “looks” each day are adorable. I can’t even remember having a fraction of the clothes she has when I was her age. In honesty I think I’m having a wee bit of trouble wrapping my head around the fact that I’m in my mid-40s and will never have the energy, the looks, or the disposable dollars to pull this one off again personally.

The other day a friend of mine at work stopped by my desk with a large department store bag full of dress shirts and casual slacks her son refused to wear. She had heard me talking about how big the twins had grown this year and assumed they were probably close to the same size.

Yep. She was right. That evening we had a little GQ fashion show in the living room.

Now I have three teenagers making multiple wardrobe changes daily. I haven’t seen my laundry room floor in a week. Forget oil futures. I’m buying some Proctor & Gamble shares today and stocking up on laundry detergent.

7/5/08

For the love of Lois, Anne and Grandma Goldie

A couple of weeks ago, I made it through a day I had alternately been preparing for, anticipating and dreading for over a year. Last summer Buzz Ball had asked if I could be ready as a “fill-in” speaker if one of the other scheduled speakers had to drop out for the 2007 Missouri Press Association Conference. It was Buzz asking and he had graciously done so much for me the past several years I couldn’t say no.

Well the speaker was able to make it, but Buzz asked if I could plan to speak this year, June 12th. The topic was “The Care and Feeding of your PR Rep.”

I adore newspapers. It’s true; I wait at the edge of the driveway each morning at 4:30 a.m., for that “other” paper. I’m the first to read the Daily each afternoon. To speak to a room full of newspaper editors was scary. But I finally decided to honor the women who taught me about working with newspapers. They were Lois Bush, Anne Cope, and my grandmother Goldie.

When I first moved to Neosho, I was 21 and a complete know-it-all. I’m sure I thought I was going to set whatever PR world on fire. I planned to move here temporarily, stay three to five years, then head back home to Oklahoma and work in Tulsa or the City.

One day Lois, former Neosho Daily News society editor, and I had a disagreement over the phone. I can’t remember what it was about, but I’m certain my youthful arrogance was to blame. Without raising her voice or becoming nasty, Lois let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I needed her a lot more than she needed me. I hung up in a huff, and then it must have been a divine head-bop, because I came to my senses, hopped in my car and drove straight to the Daily office. I don’t remember what was said, except that I apologized profusely and Lois graciously accepted. From that day forward she was exceptional at mentoring me in respecting the paper’s deadlines, responsibilities and countless priorities.

Anne Cope, sister-in-law to Lois, and the Daily’s editor for most of my time at Crowder, was the best at feeding the insatiable appetite of the reader. She never let me settle with a partial story or fail to follow-up on a promised update. My personal victories were when I could successfully and/or quickly provide her with requested information. Anne taught me to always look for the rest of the story and to work as a connector with the story and the reporter, not as a gatekeeper between the paper and the company.

My Grandma Goldie was movie star pretty. She loved jewelry, leopard print, and chocolate! She loved to be out on the world. She was always looking for a community event to attend, a restaurant to try, or a movie to catch. As long as I can remember she read multiple papers a day. Even as she passed her 90th birthday, she kept up with her papers. Every few days she would call to ask if I had read a certain article. Newspapers were her connection to the world. The stories in each issue were her chance to stay involved.

If I could mentor someone just starting out in public relations, I would remind them to respect the newsroom like Lois; search for the details and look for the rest of the story like Anne; and write for my grandmother and all the other Goldies out there. They’re going to love reading about what you and your company are doing.

7/3/08

Holds Upon Happiness

I read a recent newspaper article that outlined the many disasters and downfalls currently impacting our country. The writer described the many problems facing society and how those situations affected the psyche of individuals involved.

Some people are hunkering down, stockpiling food, loading up ammunition and getting ready for a tough haul. Some are blaming everyone from politicians to foreign interests for their woes.

I heard an interesting express this weekend in Sunday School. Larry Perkins asked the class if when viewing situations, were we “the glass is half full” people or were we part of “the glass is half empty” crowd. Amusing enough, he said he had always viewed the particular scenario as simply “half”. It is what it is.

Here’s my Pollyanna-PR-chick spin on the world today.

Sure, I would like for gas to be cheaper. I can remember the 70s gas lines and I have no interest in sharing that experience with my children. But there’s no reason why six of us who live in Neosho and work in the same office building in Joplin always drive six separate cars every day. Recently we’ve started car pooling and it’s made the short daily trips and the long-haul runs to the middle part of the state much more bearable.

Food prices are higher. Combine the high cost of eating out with the gas it takes to get to the restaurant and that means we’re cooking at home more these days. Allow me to clarify. Its summer, which means Big Al is grilling more these days. He’s a master in the backyard chef realm and I’m more than happy to share the daily cooking schedule.

The weather has been at best a drag this year and at worst deadly. I am an absolute baby when it comes to tornadoes. The recent spring storm that leveled Pump & Pantry, went over our neighborhood, but spared our roof. I am in awe and absolute respect for the families who have weathered the storms and the subsequent devastation. We are blessed to live in a community that so quickly responds to and takes care of their friends.

I heard the following quote as part of a workshop I attended today on ethical decision making. “It is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.” Jane Austin

Here are a few of my current “holds upon happiness”:
Walking Fez at dusk just as the fireflies start their glowing liftoffs
Bing cherries
Fireworks
Diet raspberry lemonade
A great summer book
The smell of freshly cut hay
Attending a T-ball game at Morse park
Test messages from Sister saying she’s o.k.
Watching the boys play trampoline basketball
Long, “change the world” conversations with friends

I’ve experienced everything above, now that we’ve hunkered down and started to watch our pennies. Life can be scary. Life can be beautiful. They both exist as two of the “it’s just half” examples of the glass. I’m grabbing hold of my happiness while I can.