Thursday, January 31, 2013

Scattershots

Congrats to me and Pick it Up Goldsmith

If you live in Iowa, you will be happy to know that DNR saves cash (or something) by printing all the certificates of service at the beginning of the year. Yep - even though I won't celebrate my 5th anniversary with the state until December 19th, I received my certificate at a touching ceremony this week. I'm lying. There was no ceremony either. My supe Jen dropped it off at my cubicle Tuesday. Woohoo!

I haven't really felt deserving of any type of award lately. I don't know what the problem is, but January has not been a good month for me. I've been...distracted. A hangover from the whole move and loss of my bro-in-law Boldie? Getting used to my new living situation? Heck, I don't know. Regardless, I need to get with the program and refocus. I'm not a perfectionist (as you probably can tell from my blogs...) but I do take pride in my work. I feel my work product has been less than stellar lately - dumb errors and omissions. It's time to suck it up and do better. February - here I come!

Speaking of work, it was Soup Day at work today - to benefit the Food Bank. Elaine, the Underground Storage Tanks Supervisor put together this Top 10 list: (ya gotta remember it's for DNR nerds...)
… Least Popular Dishes at the IDNR/IDALS Food Bank Luncheon:
10. Smokey Emerald Ash Borer Bisque
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8. Lake Rathbun Zebra Mussel Mulligatawny
7 . Leek & Leachate Vichyssoise (that’s French for soup)
6. Love Canal Toxic Soup
5. Nutrient Strategy Stew
4. Receding Flood Waters Consomme
3. Egg Drop in a Pheasant Reduction
2. Butternut Squash & Baby Decorah Eagle Borsch
…. And the Number 1 Least Popular Dish at the IDNR/IDALS Food Bank Luncheon……..
 
 
1. Chronic Wasting Gumbo

I thought it was pretty clever! Kind of edgy - my type of humor.


Speaking of work. My pal Robyn sent me this photo of the two of us from our get-together in Colorado in September. I put it up in my cubicle (plus a pic of our whole group that weekend) and it makes me smile each day. That's a Cutie tangerine on my calculator - those things are tasty!

Last:
I dragged Paul to Dillard's last night to get himself some clothes - on sale! While he paid, I snuck over for purse visitation. Ahhhh

My little buddy - Elroy (Jud) is coming to visit this weekend! Can't wait to see him. We're taking him to Jethro's in Waukee tomorrow night about 7ish - so anyone in the DSM area, stop on by.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

It's my boy Elroy's birthday


Okay his name is really Judson David (he prefers Jud). But I AM my father's daughter so I can't call people by their real names, now can I? Nope. You must remember the Jetsons (a few people thought that was Judson's name..) - or you are a youngster. Meet George Jetson, Jane his wife, daughter Judy, his boy Elroy (cue Chopsticks on the piano). I loved the noise the spaceships made.

And so my boy has always been my boy Elroy. It was a wonderful day in my life, the day Jud was born. He was due on January 27th, and that Monday, January 30th, I rolled over in bed and my water sprung a little leak. I felt it pop. I called work, First National Bank in Creston, and let them know that I wouldn't be in. Amy, age 3, was fired up to be a big sis. Paul went to work until I could call the clinic to find out what would happen next.

Dr. Young's office told me to come in to the clinic, so we dropped Amy off at our our sitter Carol Frank's house and headed to see the doc. Yep, it was our day to have a baby. I took my suitcase and headed to the hospital. Back then we stayed three days or so when when we had a baby.

As I checked into the hospital and Paul and I headed down the corridor, a very sad family was leaving. We found out later it was the family of 12 year old Callie Jo Spainhower. That morning, on her way to school, she was hit by a car and died. The death of a child for one family, and the excitement of impending birth for another. Jud's birthday never goes by without me thinking of that family and their loss.

Dr. Mark Young, Mr. Natural, was determined that I would go into labor all by myself - but my body had other ideas. Finally he came to the hospital after 5 p.m. and put me on a pitocin drip, to get labor going. Still it took a while - Paul had time to hang out in the nursery and listen to a basketball game. That was after I threw a wash cloth at him. Women in labor do things like that. Just after 11:30 p.m. (he's still kind of a night owl today) he made his appearance. I was shocked - a boy! 9 pounds 4 ounces.

Amy had stayed overnight with the McFees. We called her the next morning to tell her the big news. She was a little disappointed - she was expecting a sister after all. Paul brought her out later that day to see him. Paul also brought along a little green sleeper with a deer on it for him - so cute! Since he was kind of a blob and didn't do much, she was more interested in the hospital room. At one point she pulled the nurse's Call string in the bathroom and one poked her head in to see if I was okay.

Jud and Kara
 If I thought parenting a second child would be like parenting Amy, I discovered quickly that wasn't true! Jud was his own little self from the start. He has grown up to be a fine young man. I am proud to call myself Jud's mom. Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

I'm calmer now

I've calmed down after yesterday. You may have seen my post on Facebook about the buzz. At 5:30 yesterday morning when I let the little black wiener dog out for her morning constitutional, I heard an alarm noise coming from the basement. Yikes! After I finished my morning routine, I went down to see what was going on.

Upon first check, I couldn't see what the problem was. the noise seemed to be located in the first room, where there are lots of walls and floors. Noises tend to bounce. A lot. I checked both smoke alarms. Then I began to panic and started yanking the batteries out. Did I mention the alarm noise was really high pitched an annoying? It must have been irritating for the poor puppy. Still the noise didn't stop.

Paul came down and tried to assist. We looked at all the plug ins for the TV and the lights. We checked the furnace, but the noise hardly reached that room. Paul seemed unconcerned because he couldn't even hear it upstairs (I blame driving tractors in his youth). I got a bit pissy. It was a stressful situation.

Where was the noise coming from? Why the hell wouldn't it stop?  I didn't want to leave for work because I was afraid we might come home and find Odie dead due to a gas leak. So Paul went off to work and I emailed my boss Jen to say I'd be late. Then I texted Kathy, the former owner of our place to see if she could shed any light on our noise torture mystery. Besides the detectors, she didn't have any thoughts on the matter. She very nicely answered though.

I finally broke down and called a local Plumbing and Heating Company who asked if I'd phoned MidAmerican Energy to check to see if we had a gas leak. Duh, why didn't I think of that? MidAmerican said they would send someone right out, and 45 minutes later my saviour knocked at the door. He had a $3,000 hand-held gas sniffer and we headed downstairs - he could hear the noise of torture right away, but he headed into the furnace room. Nope - no gas leak.

So he began to look around. A veteran at these kinds of things, he zeroed in on the battery pack for our exercise bike. When he pressed on it, the noise faltered. Waalaa! That's it. I wanted to go get a hammer and smash it. He asked for a Phillips screw driver and calmly dismantled the thing and removed the 4 apparently dead batteries that were the root of all evil. Again I wanted to bash them. On the way out the door he recalibrated our carbon monoxide detector. MidAmerican gets two thumbs up from this girl! Thank goodness I didn't end up with a $75 service call for that!

This story reminds me of a time nearly 30 years ago - I was working at Fox River Mills, the sock factory in Osage. Karla Smith and I ran the computer department and we kept hearing an alarm we thought was coming from the IBM System 38 computer. We called for service but the tech couldn't find a thing wrong with it. But we kept hearing that noise. Finally we heard that noise again - only to discover, again like a ventriloquist, it was the smoke alarm on the ceiling. The battery was going bad.

I arrived at work yesterday just in time for our 9 a.m. Staff Meeting. Not the way I planned to start my week. My love/hate relationship with electronics was starting the week with hate! But you gotta laugh.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Aunty Marty's Big Day



My Aunt Martha Bullock Lamm turns 80 on February 2nd - Groundhog Day! I think the whole family is getting together. That means husband Bill and sons Richard, David and daughter Amy will be holding a party. Their families will be there - Dave is married to Lisa and they have two children. Lauren is a high school junior and John is in eighth grade. They live in Walnut Creek, CA. Amy (yep I named my kid the same name) lives in Denver and is married to Tom Brownlee. Their children are Kate, a HS senior and Matthew, who is a freshman. We got to see them at Christmas - nice kids! Richard is super uncle to all.
Marty and Bill with grandkids  - Hawaii
Besides being named after my grandfather (Mom's dad) Herbert Leslie, I was named after Marty (Leslie Martha). Marty is my Dad's younger sister, and boy does she have a good memory (plus she is good at embellishing!Hmm maybe I got all that along with her name.) My kids love to hear her tell stories about "back in the day". Dad and Marty's youngest sister is my Aunt Jean (my sis Cindo was named after her - Cynthia Jean).

I don't think I'm making this up. Marty attended the same place my grandma (her mom) Momo did for some of her college - Ferry Hall, in Chicago. She said they found a a liquor still in the woods on campus during her break one day. Sounds exciting, no? She spent summers in Colorado at Grand Lake, and headed back that way when she got her teaching degree. She got a got teaching job in Denver, which was a much smaller town back then - and there was no I-80 between there and Atlantic, Iowa.

Marty lived with a bunch of other teachers, and she was considering going abroad to teach when she met a certain attorney named William Lamm. Marty said when they came back to Atlantic to get married, none of the family had met Bill - and my dad was so nervous that Bill wouldn't like us. Awww - what's not to like? And we sure love Bill!

Paul and I have been fortunate to stay with Marty and Bill these past few years while Amy has lived in Denver. It's been a special time for us to spend time with the two of them by ourselves. (Plus we have our own little room in the basement of their great home). And I'm glad my children have gotten to know the two of them so well. Along with Jean and Bruce who we love hanging with too - but since they live in Arizona, we don't get to see them as often. They are all important people in our lives.

I've spent some time researching genealogy and really got a kick out of it when Marty recalled her great aunts stopping down at Bullock's Store in Atlantic. It was cool to hear about people who had only been names and dates before that. She also told us that during the war her parents didn't heat the upstairs in their home at 909 Poplar in Atlantic - they hung a blanket at the top of the stairs to keep the heat downstairs. I remember the coal chute in the basement at the lovely home. Of course by the time I was visiting there it had been converted to natural gas heat. Marty told us that Dad would make her peanut butter sandwiches during those cold nights to bribe her to sleep in his bed to warm it up. That sounds like Dad...always thinking! That must be where I got my cold feet.
Photo from Hawaii - 50th Anniversary

Here's to you Aunt Martha - have a great birthday. We love you. Watch for a package - coming from love from Iowa from all your nieces.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Book of Catholic

Awaiting the second act

Paul and I went to the musical "Book of Mormon" Thursday night - the decadent show's first night in Des Moines. My children had so very thoughtfully given me this ticket for my birthday, after Amy and I listened to the soundtrack. It was September when  headed west for my Homies get-together with high school friends. I rode with Amy from Winter Park Back to Boulder, and she had the soundtrack playing in her car. Loved it! She remembered that and the fact that I told her the show was coming to DSM. When my bday rolled around November 4 - score!
Paul with tenderloin, dirty martini

Paul and I planned a date for that night. We came home a bit early from work to let the pooch out and hang with her a while. Then we headed back downtown to have a drink and eat at our fave place from last year's stint of East Village living - The Standard. We parked on the bridge on Grand, to make for a quick getaway after the show. When you park in the ramp next to the Civic Center, it takes a while to get out of there post show.
My fish tacos, white bean soup, Lemondrop

Wow Thursday night was cold! My eyes were watering walking over to 3rd and near Court Avenue. Brrrr! A solo singer provided entertainment that night - not too loud but nice. We ordered drinks and Paul got the pork tenderloin, I was in the mood for fish tacos with white bean soup. Everything was good. For dessert - some kind of rich coffee/butterscotch martini with whipped cream. Yum.
Snagged this off Jeanne Westbrook Smith's Facebook - she attended Saturday - thumbs up!

Our seats for the show were in Row U - the kids (Amy) did a great job because they were great! Low enough to see faces and right near the middle. We didn't even need to use the binoculars we'd taken. Since I'd been listening to the soundtrack, I was familiar with all the songs - and was expecting the raunchy language. And I've watched South Park - so I know what the show writers are capable of. I hope nobody went into this production not expecting the bad language and bad taste. I didn't see anyone heading for the doors!

Yes, it makes fun of the Mormon religion. It was interesting to see the Mormon church advertising in the play booklet. It led me to ponder, "what if?" How would I feel if someone (these guys) did this on my religion - the Catholic Church? Of course, if you know me, you know I am not a staunch firm Catholic. But despite all odds - it's who I am. I believe there are a lot of good things that have come about from people of this faith.

Would I think an expletive-filled hilarious play about Catholicism was great fun? I believe that answer is yes. All religion is somewhat mysterious - it's a leap to have faith. Does it seem dis-ingenious to those of us who aren't Mormon to think that some of God's story occured right here in the United States? Does the stuff we believe seem more believable because it was longer ago and farther away? If you listen to the words of one song, you'll hear them say - maybe that's what God was going for.

It's a crazy world. I like to laugh. This musical certainly made me do that - lots and out loud. It was a fun night out with my boyfriend. Thanks to Amy and Jud for their thoughtful gift!

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Little black wiener's birthday



It's hard to believe our little puppy dog, Odie has been on this earth eight years today. It's also our niece Jordan's birthday - so that helps me remember that January 26th is an important day!
Amy used this pic to paint me a water color of Moki - it's framed in our bedroom. Love it!

We waited until the "Best Dog Ever" Moki had been gone six months or so before we began to talk about getting another dog. Amy and Jud grew up with Moki as their bro - Jud was just 1 when we got the cute lil Westie pup. When Moki was 6, he was diagnosed with diabetes, so from that time on we gave him shots twice a day to control the disease - and we had to watch his diet closely. He lived to be 13 and was the poster doggy for our local vet clinic for diabetes all those years. The kids even learned how to give the insulin shots. Moki left a big hole in our lives when he died. His urn still rests in a very important spot in our home.

So any new dog we decided to get had big paws to fill! By this time Amy was in college and Jud was already a high school frosh - so I knew as usual, most of the dog duties would fall to me. A big dog was out. Paul and Jud said they didn't want another Westie. I looked at Boston Terriers, Pugs, Fox Terriers. All nixed by the boys. Finally Dad's girlfriend Kay, who had a kennel and trained dogs back in the day, suggested a miniature dachshund the same breed Betsy had gotten the year before after years of cat ownership. (the cats finally croaked). Hmmm all agreed, that breed would work!

Now, where to get the little guy, or in this case female. I decided I would like another girl in the house. I didn't luck out like I did when I looked for Westies (an ad popped up in the local paper). I found a breeder in Centerville online, and made arrangements to pick one up the day Jud had a soccer game in Albia, just north of there.

Pondville Pups - most likely a puppy mill, looking back. But what a strange trip! We found the place outside town, and went into the house. The pup was the last of a litter - she was in a crib in the farmhouse that had many pictures of Jesus prominently displayed. The religious channel played loudly on television in the background as we signed the papers. The Mammas name was Abbie something, and the daddy was a dog from down the lane. When I think back about the strange breeder lady, I think about Tammy Fay without all the makeup. Before we left, she clutched Odie to her breast and said (with southern accent, because it IS southern Iowa), "Well, Little Abbie, have a good life and I'll see you again one day!" Paul and I just looked at each other quizzically. Then drove off quickly.

We went to Jud's soccer game where Odie got all the attention. She was so cute - at 12 weeks doxie's noses are not yet long. She was so confused about where she was. Jud rode home from the game with us and Odie slept. That night she cried (we tried the kennel thing). She ended up sleeping with him.

This breed is very stubborn. She was a little tough to house train, but once trained she has had very few accidents. And she's yard trained - she will not run away from our house. Odie is much less naughty than Moki was. He was the Houdini about getting out of Kennels and getting food. Odie is just resigned to her place in life - "I'm here and the food is there". She doesn't open any cupboards or climb on chairs to get to things. In Moki's defense - he did put himself in timeout once he got caught - he'd go into his kennel for a couple hours.

I was the "alpha" dog trainer for both our dogs, but when I began commuting in 2008, Paul got to be in charge half the week - so Odie had part of the week when she had to look to him as her boss. It was confusing! On Sundays when she saw me packing, she would get depressed. Paul said she would be that way on Mondays, the first day I was gone too. Then should would adjust.

We were lucky that we had great in-home dog sitters in Creston - Lila and Bill Kleckner. I met Lila when she worked at the courthouse in the Auditor's office and I worked at the landfill and stopped in there often. Lila took over dog duties for Joanie, who used to come to the house and sit Moki when we traveled. Then Joanie got married, and didn't have time. When we got Odie, she didn't have special diabetes needs, so Lila just took her home. We liked that better than a kennel!

Odie is very aptly named - her eyes, like the Garfield cartoon dog, are very expressive. And she can spring with all 4 feet about 2 feet. Odie is wonderful to come home to - she is always so happy to see me. Her new routine is that she wants a Dingo as a reward for being good each day (Pavlov's dog had nothing on Odie). She will sit by the cupboard if I forget, and stare at it lovingly and intently. She is not supposed to beg while we're eating at the table, but once we're done eating, she does get scraps off our plates. Oh how she loves that!
Odie gives me "the look"

Odie loves Jud and Amy (who she thinks is named Sissy). When I tell her "Jud is coming home", she starts looking out the window. She also loves a lot of my girlfriends from Creston - Deb (who isn't a dog person but somehow Odie bonded to her), Bobbie, Diana, Lucy, Joan Weis and some others I'm forgetting. When she sees those people she does a little scream of joy and flops at their feet (no peeing thank goodness) and lays on her back at their feet. Then she'll scramble as they make their way into the room - to get the best spot for their attention. Sometimes she has to bring them her dollies (stuffed toys).

Like any good dog bred for rodent killing, she shakes dollies to break their necks. She's a whiz at chewing them open in record time to get the squeaker out. One time I had book club at my house in Creston and one by one, Odie got her toys out - showing off like a 3 year old. She also burrows under the covers at night, but by morning she's usually laying between us like a kid.

So happy birthday little doggy - you bring us great joy and we love you!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Trash Be Gone


Last week I visited a manufacturing facility that promotes itself as "Zero Landfill". I know - it's hard to get one's mind around. How do they do that?

The company is West Liberty Foods (WLF) - formerly known as Louis Rich. they're the ones that prepare and slice turkey for Subway. They have 3 plants - one in West Liberty (duh), the one I visited in Mount Pleasant (employs around 500) and one at a town about an hour north of Salt Lake City, Utah.

I got to visit WLF to sit in on an audit they were doing on their Environmental Management System. I met their EMS manager, Michele Boney, a year ago at a conference. She is one of those "just try and stop me" kinda people, and she's fortunate to have top management on her side. They have bought into the environmental direction she feels they need to go. The company has invested a great deal of time and effort into "being green". And not in a Kermit the Frog kinda way.

WLF installed the Environmental Management System program in the mid 2000s. For their next act, in the past year they went zero landfill. Yikes! I can picture dealing with most items. Recycling is a no-brainer for tree-huggers like me. and they had recycling containers everywhere. They have also arranged for a compost company called Green RU out of Eddyville to collect their organic waste twice a week. But there are some types of waste - like bathroom waste - what do you do with that? WLF is fortunate. There is a cement kiln in their area that is looking for material to burn with coal to help boost the BTUs.

Michele says WLF recycles and reuses everything they can, and sends the rest to the incinerator for energy use. Landfill managers across Iowa are not thrilled with this turn of events - they are losing tons from their facilities. Solid Waste in Iowa is required by state code to be delivered to solid waste facilities within the "Planning Area" the waste was generated in. The WLF material (note I changed terms) is now going out of area - because now it's fuel!

I know - confusing. DNR's Solid Waste section writes permits for solid waste facilities for landfills and transfer stations - but they don't write permits for incinerators. That duty falls to the Air Quality folks. Still - controversial. In the meantime, WLF continues to strive to increase the tons they recycle and reduce what they send to the incinerator. They have purchased a machine that steams plastic to clean meat residue off of it - a reason recyclers haven't wanted it in the past.

I got to see the WLF water treatment plant which was pretty interesting. I must say though - trying to be landfill free isn't easy. The water treatment plant guy let us know it too! He had some items sitting around his shop that he just didn't know what to do with. He needed a matchmaker to help him funnel things to the right place. Figuring out how to recycle and compost everything from our HyVee carryout lunch was interesting though - so I could feel his pain!

Speaking of EMS - our consultants put together a logo for the program I oversee at work. I did get my baby girl, Amy's input (you may recall she is a fab Graphic Designer in Denver) after they sent some initial designs. Here is the finished product.



Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Hull of a gal


Marg Hull

We had our realtor and her partner daughter over last night for drinks. Vino, dip, shrimp, cheese and crackers. It was so nice to see them both! They even brought a gift, a cute tray with napkins - now we'll have to entertain even more. I thought I had cocktail napkins, but when it came time to set up my stuff, of course I couldn't find them. Except for the "It's my F'n Birthday" napkins from my celebration that my lil nieces at my Vail Birthday celebration. Didn't want to frighten poor Marg with those. Regardless of the lack of cool cocktail napkins, both women were very complimentary of our home.

Marg Hull is a great realtor - thorough and formidable, at least if you're a banker. She was recommended to us by one of my supervisors, Alex Moon, who just moved in 2012 too. Marg was our main agent. Holly, her daughter is a decorator by training, but serves as her partner. They work for First Realty. Marg is a "mature" lady and Holly told us last night that she is our age. Young! haha. Small world story - Holly told us her son Clayton lives in Denver and works near where Amy lives. Paul told Amy that last fall when we were still house shopping. When Amy and Kara were in Denver they all went to that restaurant and ended up meeting...you guessed it - Clayton!
Holly Craig - do you think she's talking to her mom?

We met Marg the first time on a nice September day at a Caribou Coffee on Ingersoll - that's Marg's home neighborhood. She drive a Lexus SUV that is a bit dented because she's not the best driver and Paul and I ducked and cringed out way around town as she drove! Marge showed us some places south and west of downtown that morning.We loved one house south of Park Street, north of the airport. You might have heard of the owner before - Nancy Sebring, she of school board affair fame. But I quickly decided I didn't have enough furniture or energy (to take care of the yard - get your mind out of the gutter) for that huge place.

Marg, Paul and I met Holly for lunch and headed west to Holly's stomping ground - West Des Moines, after that. One stop was this place, our present home, we all liked it. We had a few more dates with Marg. I spent a lot of time scouring the Internet - I knew every place in our price range (which was above Paul's...I think I make him nervous) in the area that was for sale. I'd send pics of places I was interested in seeing and Marg would set it up for us to go see them. One was a house out near Waukee that had ground source heat, like our home in Creston. That one had a urinal in the basement! That was a cop's house. Another had labels on the doors and a paper towel machine in the bathroom...hmmm what was going on there?

We found another townhouse we liked on 60th street, but not as well as this one. And we looked at a couple other houses built by Drake, the builder who built the home we liked out around 93rd Street. But the one we liked the best was a 2 bedroom - with a whole unfinished bedroom and no window coverings. Paul decided he could live in a place that did all the mowing and snow removal. (I think he really liked it when we had that big storm). Through all the viewings and discussion, Marg was very patient, and gave her input when asked - but she didn't insert herself into our big decision.

I hope I don't have to buy or sell another property to see Marg and Holly again. They are interesting and fun people!



Monday, January 21, 2013

Another small world Iowa story


I wrote in a recent blog about being on the Cabinet of Shilling House - my 6th Floor Maple dorm floor sophomore year. Each floor had a cabinet to conduct business and social events. I served as Vice Pres (just like Biden baby - I had that doofie charm thing going). Our floor president was Pam (damn - I remembered her last name Saturday night and now it's GONE). I woke up in the wee hours with a headache, so I was pondering life again. Don't you just love aging? Now I'm trying to write about it and the last name is GONE. It will come to me, just give me time..... Winjum! There - I got it and it only took a few minutes. I'm not doing too badly today.

Pam Winjum was a serious, studious young women - a great deal like myself. Haha! I didn't know Pam very well, and I'm sure she thought my pals and I were a bunch of knuckleheads. She was right. But we were a bunch of fun-having knuckleheads! She seemed kind of like a fun-hater. I lost track of her when Sally, Jane, Vicki and I moved to our apartment at 239 Campus Avenue our Junior year.

Fast forward to 1987. Paul, Baby Amy and I had moved to Creston and I was meeting people around town - who do I come across? Pam Winjum Young is now an eye doctor married to a physician Dr. Mark Young. Dr. Young ended up being our fam physician and my ob/gyn guy. I'd already chosen the top eye doc in town, Dr. Donald Evans McKim for eye care at that point - so I didn't see her professionally. I believe she may have briefly joined our sorority, Beta Sigma Phi - the group that helped me meet most of the peeps who still claim me as a friend (I think that's the case...)today. Small world!

After I finished that whole thought process...I started thinking about doctors through the years in Creston. Like it or not, when you go to physicians and other health care professionals, you become pretty intimate with those folks! Mark Young was one - and he was a great guy. He saw me through two pregnancies - Jud and Patrick and actually was the doc who delivered Judson David, all 9 lb. 4 ounces (his 24th birthday is coming up on the 30th of this month). Mark had a great bedside manner and was a very caring person.

Patrick was breach, so had to be delivered by C-Section. When he collapsed with heart problems Mark followed up and he felt so bad that he hadn't caught anything earlier. Today's ultrasounds do catch things like hypoplastic left ventricle, but back then - nope. Mark did research to try to find out if the defect was genetic, or if the fact that he was breach could have tipped us off. But he didn't come up with anything. Paul did find out later that a cousin's baby had a similar problem, so we do think there are some genetic origins.

About that time, Mark and Pam Young announced they were moving to the Indianola area - where they were from originally. I was so very sad. You depend on doctors so much! But I'd met a new doc in town - more about him later.

When we first moved to town, Creston actually had a pediatrician! The clinic was in the old location back then - across from Jack Davis's "Corner of Savings" where my pal Linda sells marvelous campers today. Dr. Martin Meindl's (it took me until morning to come up with his last name) office was down on the end - they also gave allergy shots there. I spent lots of time hanging out in the mini waiting area reading kid's books and playing with the toys. The rooms were also set up for kids - I liked that. My kids probably picked up lots of good germs from all those previous patients! Dr. Meindl wasn't great with kids, but not bad. I was sad when he moved away - headed for Mason City I believe?

The new doc, just out of Med School when Dr. Young left town was Dr. Chuck Hoyt - a local boy. But he was no spring chicken. The son of a Creston doc, Chuck had been a pharmacist when he decided his calling was really to be a physician - so he went med school. He must have been in his mid 30's when he graduated and came home to Creston. I'm glad he did. I grew to trust and enjoy this compassionate man a great deal, as does Paul. He was the kids' doc too. He really "got" Jud, and that was important through those years when we didn't know how do deal with tantrums. We got valuable advice and he's turned out to be a well-adjusted young man thank you very much!

Creston Medical Clinic brought in a wonderful Nurse Practitioner, Sheryl Young, later. She had gone back to school to achieve this level of education and we were so glad! We could get in to see her for stuff like ear aches and sore throats. When Sheryl and husband Bob relocated to DSM, I began seeing her here!

Creston has some other good medical folks - but just like us, they're getting up there in age. Dr. Bob Kuhl, longtime surgeon took out Jud's tonsils and did both Paul and my colonoscopies. We saw Bob and wife Denise at the Rusty Duck in Dexter Saturday night when we met Bobbie and Jeff there. Dr. Jim Mansour just retired from his practice as a general practitioner in Creston. He and wife Kris are wonderful community members and I know his retirement left a lot of people in town scrambling to find another provider. He was always kind and caring when we saw him when our doc wasn't available.

Good health care is important! Although I wasn't always happy with the administration part of Creston's system. (Sometimes I felt like Nurse Ratched was in charge of the books at CMC, and the lab...). From dental to eyes to medical care, for a smaller town, Creston is very blessed in that area. All those problems solved - my meds kicked in, and I went back to sleep...

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The White Rose

Sheriff Bob Vogesser raises a cold one to us, right before he purchased a case of Michelob for us (I took my college pals there) to take with us - he even carried it out and put it in our trunk (he was the sheriff and didn't want us to get arrested...)

Another brand of beer we liked - back in the day, was Michelob. Remember that ad? Because tonight..tonight...let it be Michelob. Set to a catchy tune. Of course Dad called it Mickel Bob. He never called anything the right name.

I've written before in this blog about the very special pub we had in my hometown, Atlantic. It was called the White Rose. Dad remembered going there, so it must have been around a while. When I was drinking age, the proprietors - Armie and Erma (sorry - don't know their last name or if they were even married - but they must have been in their mid-70's by then) kept the little place open only until 9 P.M. so you had to go early. Our County Sheriff was a mainstay there. (see photo above)

It was so retro cool before retro was even cool! The pic on my previous blog post was from there - pink walls with green booths and a few round stools at the counter. I see from the pic there was a rack of magazines - grab a Playboy on your way home at 8:30 P.M. If one got to the White Rose at the right time, you got to see them feed the fish in the aquarium. Muy Excitingo! If you so desired, you could get a little glass cup to drink your beer from - nobody would think of stealing from Armie and Erma, but I knew people who purchased some. Wish I would have!

There were green curtains on the windows, so the joint wasn't too light. But there were pull string lights above the tables. I remember because one time someone at our table yelled out to Armie, who was tending bar, "Can I get a Lite?" (meaning beer). He shuffled over in his little zip front jump suit that he wore and pulled the chain to turn on the light above our booth. Um, no Armie - we meant a Lite beer...

My favorite thing at the White Rose was the rotating Hamms beer sign (yes, it's true, I have a sign obsession).
They have one of these at Hilife Lounge in Des Moines, but it's never lit up..

I could sit and watch it for long periods. Remember this was before any fancy digital stuff. The smoke and waterfall moved, and I always wondered just who was camping there.

When Paul and I were married, many people attending the wedding went to the White Rose right after the ceremony before the official reception started, while Pablo and I visited my grandpa who was in the hospital. I think they had a good time...I know one 15 year old daughter of our Wisconsin friends, the Hustons, drank a few too many brews. I guess Armie didn't check her I.D. too closely...

Of all the beer joints I've been to in the world, the White Rose has to be one of my all time favorites.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Why didn't Jesus's guys pick beer?

A few brews being consumed at the White Rose in Atlantic...

These are the deep thoughts I have when I get that "I'm solving the world's problems" look on my face. What if the Last Supper had included the hoppy brew instead wine? Would we be sipping Bud Light at communion at St. Francis tonight?

After that brief thought, I started pondering about how much beer has changed since I first started drinking the stuff - when I was 10 years old or so. No, I'm not kidding - and it's my dad's fault. Dad was a Pabst Blue Ribbon (PBR) or Old Milwaukee (Old Mil) guy back then. When he was home on weekends he'd enjoy a bourbon and water while a beer chilled in the freezer for 45 minutes. He set the oven timer so he didn't forget to take the precious nectar out of the GE.

He called them "beer Popsicles". They came out like slushies when poured into a glass, and they looked so delicious! So he'd let me have a sip. And so I learned to love ice cold beer at an early age. Dad would always say, "You're going to get what I got!" like he had some dreaded disease that I'd get from drinking from his cup. When I'd fall for it and ask, "What?" of course the answer was ice cold beer.

When I got a little older, and my friends and I started drinking alcohol, I didn't drink no stinking Annie Green Springs or Mad Dog 20/20 wine. I drank beer. PBR, Old Mil, Olympia, Hamms, Miller Hilife - I didn't care. We even talked friends into bootlegging Coors for us from Colorado because it wasn't yet available in Iowa. Other people were sipping cherry and lime vodka - I didn't try that hard  stuff until a couple years later.

Then I went to college - and the world of dime draws and $1.50 pitchers opened up! Beer got me a grade point barely over a 2.0 my first quarter of school - thank you very much. I had a hard time saying "no" when people asked me to go to the bars pretty much every night of the week. After that I buckled down, and reduced my nights out and beer intake. I didn't wish to flunk out or get on TE (temporary enrollment).

My sophomore year my friends and I all served on our dorm floor cabinet. I was Vice President - I ran for that position thinking it would be mostly be a figurehead. I don't remember what Sal, Vic and Jane were, but we all ended up helping plan and carry out the dorm floor parties that meant ordering kegs for our quarterly floor parties. I think they cost something like $25 (did we get them at Torks? and yes that was for a full size one in 1977). I don't remember brand we purchased, but we went through several each party, serving cups over the ironing board in our kitchenette. I seem to remember Jane rolling her ankle trying to maneuver one of the big beasts. There is a hilarious story that goes with this regarding me calling Mary Greeley Hospital (we thought her ankle was broken) in a less than sober state - too long to tell here.

That same year, we met Moose and Steve - our pals from Stevenson house. They too had great house parties on their dorm floor. They taught me to like "strip and go nakeds" the delightful concoction of beer with lemonade. Sound familiar? It should - Summer Shandy jumped on that bandwagon recently. Those fellas also treated us to bootlegged Red White and Blue for $2.50 a case from Illinois.

Post college we learned to love squaw piss ( know - politically incorrect, but it was long ago and we were young) - Leinenkugels, when we traveled to Wisconsin to float the Apple River. Since those days beer has gone upscale - even Leinie's. I like it! I especially like reading all the names at the big stores that sell a lot of brands.

So now you know...when I get that serious look - I'm not solving the world's problems. I'm just playing the "what it" game and taking a walk down memory lane. But it was fun - hope it brought back some memories of your favorite beverages too.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Dave Bullfrog Iowa Ambassador

Photo of Dad from a Jaycees function (thx to Ted Simpson for sharing) Isn't he a hunk!?! Dad not the porker
 
My father traveled the state of Iowa for something like 38 years. He was in ladie's underwear. That's what he told people - it always got a laugh. Dad was a sales representative for Lorraine Lingerie and later Cuddl Duds as well. He'd leave town on Monday with his samples, slips and robes hanging on hangers in the back seat of his car on a rod. The undies and half slips were in big bags in the trunk.

I probably had these "panties" as Dad called them. We got all the samples once he was done with them. I never bought a pair of panties until I was out of college. What a lucky girl!
We had a list of towns Dad was traveling to posted by the rotary dial (later push button) phone in the kitchen, with the hotel. He had a route - back then all the little mom and pop stores bought his wares, and they were his friends. He went everywhere - I think he hit all the towns - from Ackley to Zwingle. He got to know where the good food was too - he had a "pie" route. Anywhere we went, he knew someone - Dad was Iowa's ambassador spreading the love of who knows whom all around the state.

Now that I've reached the ripe old age of 55, I've lived in a few places in this great but smallish state - Atlantic, Osage, Creston and now West Des Moines. I'm turning into my father! My life's work the past fifteen years as trash diva has taken me to all corners of the state. I know a few people. Iowa really is a small world, after all.
Whiskey River - There is a beaver on the shelf...

Paul and I came to realize this before last night's Iowa State Men's basektball game. We headed to Ames early to meet some of his co-workers at Whiskey River a pub downtown we had never been to before. I know - hard to believe! One of the guys, Dana and his wife Mary (I know - hard to believe again, I remembered names of people I was just introduced to - and NO I didn't cheat and ask Paul) are from Marshalltown. Dana has the same position Paul had in Creston.

I started played the "do you know" game - I know Marshalltown peeps. First I chose Jay, the investment guy - friends with Dwight & Marilyn Conover. They supplied his last name - Merryman. Yes! That's him. We've met Jay and his wife (what's hername) several times as they're good Cyclone fans. Next I threw out Casee and Ben Veren (she's a Marshalltown cop and he's a sheriff, Casee is the daughter of Creston's Jeanne Piel and Sheriff Rick's daughter) - Dana and Mary knew who the Verens were. Finally went with my pal Pam Blake - recycling coordinator. Mary had heard of her because of publicity Pam does.

Of course we talked about other stuff too. I didn't monopolize the who conversation with the "game". But then out of no where, another connection appeared. We were discussing football tailgating locations - it's sad that tailgating season is 7+ months away. Dana mentioned that they tailgate in Tent #3. Who is the tent sponsor? Phoenix Recycling - owned by the Colosimo Brothers, Tony and Bobby.

 Bobby Colosimo is married to Dana's sister. I have known the Colosimo brothers since the early 80's, when they worked for their dad (and had a fondness for blow combs and TransAms) at C&C Produce in the East Village, and I worked for a grocery wholesaler traveling out of Osage. In my current life, I run across them in various trashy committees. Hmmm small world again. Bobby's wife and daughter joined us later - the daughter knows Paul's nephew Karl who teaches at Valley High School, where she's a senior.

Kevin Bacon anyone? Or should I say Dave Bullock...



Sunday, January 13, 2013

My old Crestony Home

Any excuse for a party, and breakfast, and/or drinks! That's been the motto for my Creston homegirls these past few years. I've written about the group before - they are my homies, my gals - my clique.

I first learned that word - clique - in 6th grade (of course I thought it was "click") when Mrs. Nancy Pellett, the teacher used that word like it was a bad thing. And perhaps she was right in that case...we did have a large group of girls who had just learned how to be snotty. We could be bullies. Mrs. Pellett (related by marriage to the nice Pellett families - I think she and her husband (Gary?) eventually divorced) wasn't any help in dealing with us though.

There were two sections of sixth grade at our school - each with about 30 students. The other class had a teacher named Mrs. Harter. I perceived her as a crotchety old women, who used the word Shiste (not sure of the spelling) as an expletive. Doesn't that sound suspiciously like Shit!? She was no help with budding potential bullies in need of guidance. Of course bad then there were no counselors at Washington Elementary. We received little formal input on our behavior. We could have used some!

Wiki defines the word Clique as, "persons who interact with each other more regularly and intensely than others in the same setting". Even though I'm not it the same setting (Creston) anymore, I'm still in the group, thank goodness. Everyone needs a group.

Each year the homegirls have a holiday party - usually after the holidays so the pressure is off. Linda volunteered to host this year. McKims volunteered to host us overnight at their home. They even offered to have Odie, but I arranged for her to go to the Puppy Spa at Lila and Bill's - where she always went when we lived in town. I knew they'd be going through Odie withdrawals.

Prior to the trip, we bought supplies at the cult clubhouse - Costco. I was going to make a cheesecake, but then saw one there. And we bought brown water - Black Velvet and some Fess Parker chardonnay. After doing errands and a bit of cleaning Saturday a.m., we watched most of the ISU men's game before we hit the road. Odie was thrilled to go with us until she found out we were visiting Mendy at Creston Vet Clinic for a nail trim and another procedure involving her bottom. It's much cheaper to get that stuff done here than in the big city.

We found time to swing by our former house after that - we noticed they weed wacked Paul's native prairie area, but there were no trees missing. We'd heard tell that they had gotten a Christmas tree off of their own property.

Then we went to McKims. I thought it might seem awkward, but it didn't - since we've spent quite a bit of time there through the years. They're the kind of hosts that make one feel right at home. The Broncos/Ravens game was on. Jeff McFee arrived about 5:30, sans Bobbie who is in Idaho for work. Missing that girl!

We thought it was safe to leave for the party with the Broncos leading with a minute left. Wrong! By the time we got to Linda's, a couple minutes away, the game was in overtime and the Broncos went on to lose. A lot of Broncos fans in my family are not happy campers after that game! When we arrived at Linda's we got hugs from everyone - even the guys! I'm digging that part about being from another town now - I love hugs.

The guys retired downstairs to watch the Packers/San Francisco fame and we stayed upstairs to chat. And eat. I brought along my friend Jeremiah. Weed. Sweet tea vodka. There were 3 kinds of soup and I opted for Reuben - complete with sauerkraut. It was delish! Roll Call: Linda's BF (and my former hazardous materials tech) Mick Landers, Deb and Larry Peterson, Patti Kralik and Dean Leith, Susan and Brian Weinheimer, Nancy and Jim Anthony and the people who came with us. The missing: Bobbie, Pat and Steve Moeller and Lucy and Jim Hyde.
I did a lousy job taking photos this year...;>(
Patti, Deb, Nancy and Diana

Susan and Linda
I love these ladies. I don't have to pretend to be nice with them. I can just be my sarcastic self! They know my kids and I know theirs. We talked about Creston stuff - the basketball game and life in general. We used our collective memories to remember what people's names are that did that one thing that one time. We laughed at ourselves like only old friends can. It was relaxing and fun. I miss these guys!

So while the upstairs conversation went exceedingly well. The Packers game didn't - Paul and Larry are big fans. They weren't happy. Thank goodness for BV and Coke. When the game was over, we decided to head to The Lobby for karaoke and a bit of dancing.
Diana sings, while Don channels John Belushi


It was fun to go to a bar where we could see more people while we were in town. I saw Retta Baker as we walked in, and chatted with her for a while. The Baker kids went to school with Amy and Jud at St. Malachy. In the karaoke room my old pal Jeanne Piel and her hubby Sheriff Rick, and their son Chris with his partner Jason Hoke were hanging out. I haven't seen any of them in person for so darn long - hugs again! Barb and Joe Feld and family (they moved away some 10 years ago or so) were back in town celebrating Barb's 50th birthday. I also saw Brittany - the cute young Creston teacher we have run into at the bowl games the past 2 years.

Paul talked to a kid around Jud's age with an Atlantic connection - Lynn Kinen (Chuck and Collette's daughter) McCabe's son Bryant McCabe. We danced and Don and Diana sang. Don sang the Rodeo Song....a song that always reminds me of our years camping at Ridgeland, Wisconsin and floating the Apple River. I think it was after 1 a.m.  when we left The Lobby - Paul was lobbying us to stop at Sidetracked - the bar across the tracks, but smarter wives prevailed.

I must say we weren't moving real fast this a.m. when Diana served a great breakfast casserole complete with my fave tailgating food - sticky pecan rolls. We headed home around 11 a.m. Odie was happy to see us! We were sad to see Creston in our rear view mirror, but happy to be together when we walked into our WDM home. I don't miss packing on Sundays. Thanks girls (especially Linda for hosting) - let's get together again soon! Thanks McKims for the hospitality!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Lincoln

After weeks of talking about it, Pablo and I finally made it to a movie! We chose Lincoln, because I cannot tell a lie - I have wanted to see that one since I read some of the reviews about Daniel Day Lewis's portrayal of the president. I wasn't disappointed!

I didn't realize that Sally Field (I remember Sally from her Sister Bertrille days - the Flying Nun. Loved that show as a young Catholic...our nuns wore habits back then, but no funny hats) had been cast as crazy Mary Todd Lincoln until the movie started. She did a masterful job of showing the president's wife to be on the edge of sanity - loving the president, yet driven wild by the sorrow and guilt of the loss of her son Willy. I loved the scene at the party, when she pulls herself together to greet guests, when she royally gives it to the Finance guy Tommy Lee Jones.

Director Steven Spielberg does a masterful job of showing the pressure on the president. Between the stress from family, the desire and drive to get the 13th amendment passed, the strategy of war and the sadness of the effect of war on the people, President Lincoln ages 10 years in a year.

Hmmm and I get stressed about garbage and recycling. I have had some other stuff going on these past few months too though...no wonder my hair has been falling out! I remember it doing this another time in my life after I'd had surgery. Sarah, my stylist says anaesthesia is hard on hair. And I had it twice in 2012 - Imelda my elbow tumor and then the shoulder manipulation. Add that to the stress of the move and illness and death of our beloved Bolder. I hope it snaps back soon - I can't deal with this limp crap on my head...

Back to the movie. Spielberg made me want to meet Lincoln! What a lovely father, boss, thoughtful man, and funny storyteller. Though sad, the movie had some chuckles. The ending was somewhat jubilant, followed by the inevitable - which was handled nicely. Damn you John Wilkes Booth!

The theater (Jordan Creek 20) was pretty full on a Friday night. Popcorn wasn't that great - made me miss the Creston Theater, where movies are $6 and popcorn is good. I did like the seats and pop holder though, with the cool sound system. Why, when one pays $10 for a movie, do we have to sit through a bunch of commercials before previews start?

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Go Soap!

I remember when my old pal Freddie Behr was just a youngster in the security biz at Iowa State University, he did a gig at Hilton Coliseum for the Amway Convention. He reported later that the huge group did chants like "Go Soap!" We laughed about it, and talked about the fact that Amway must be some kind of cult like Jim Jones's group.

I thought about that this week as I joined Costco (I mentioned this before, I know). We're in the cult! It costs $55 to join, which has always seemed like a lot. But when I saw the liquor prices, I decided we would save at least that much each year. Alkie cruds or thrifty...you make the call.

After I paid for the membership, I took my first walk through as a full fledged cultist, um I mean member. I picked up some decent vodka.

Martinis take a lot ya know. Plus I got what Cindo calls a "Big Girl" bottle of chardonnay. I took a photo of a big 'ol stack a Black Velvet. That's Iowa's fave whiskey ya'll. Donnie told me so. I sent him this pic.
Donnie's dream....
 I did buy some food too, so don't get the wrong idea. And a lamp for Jud's room. So there! I just didn't take pics of that stuff. Do you think people thought I was strange taking pics of the liquor at my new cult clubhouse?

It was date day for the Goldschmidts. Paul and I met for lunch - hitting City Bakery, a restaurant in the East Village between Grand and Locust on 5th Street. He had a sannie and homemade chips and I got the side salad - it's a perfect size with vinaigrette. After work, we were both in the mood for a drink - so I took him to Maverick. That's the new Sports Bar my new DB (Diamond Brooke) friends introduced me to. We had nachos and dirty martinis.

Then we stopped at the cult to pick up liquor for the weekend party we're attending in Creston. I got Fess Parker Chardonnay! Man I loved that guy as Danl Boone.

Can't wait to see my homegirls. And Odie is getting her nails trimmed and her anal glands expressed at Creston Vet Clinic - how fun will that be?? Then she's staying at Lila and Bill's puppy spa - they're so excited to see her, which warms my heart. Looking forward to it!

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

The Brownies Scouts had it right

I think I had a sash as a Brownie...we never had the vest thing...did have the knee socks though! My sis Susi is still active with Colorado GS, and niece Jordan works for the organization in Denver

In that song they taught me all those years ago, when we met in the Washington Elementary gym after school. We'd sing it in rounds.
Make new friends
But keep the old
One is silver
And the other's gold
 
Old friends like Robbie Dob, Theresa Faust and Cindy Peterson were in the group. Were you in that group Paula, was Chris? I don't recall. I earned lots of badges that my mom then had to sew onto my cool sash. One time we were doing some type of foot race and Robyn was determined to win - so much so that she forgot to stop when we got to the plate glass window. Her knee paid the price - and I think I saw her guts in there. Ick! That's when I knew I'd never be in healthcare. Thanks Robyn, for helping me on my path toward trash.
 
The past week reminds me of that old song, because I've been fortunate enough to get together with both old friends and new! My college pal and former roomie Jane Flack Conn contacted me last week about getting together with her for a margarita at Mi Mexico on Friday. Sounded delightful! While I've been around the area during the week for the past 4 years, Jane and I haven't seen each other nearly enough! She's busy with 3 kids still at home, though now her oldest is a senior - so they're growing up.
My pal Jane

 
Jane and I were first to arrive at the restaurant, which is off of University in Clive - near Chase Suites where Paul and I lived for a month until we could move into our new home.  Jane's friend Barb Thompson also met us, along with another friend, who I must admit I can't remember her name. (I suck at remembering names of people I'm introduced to...I need to take a class on that.) Let's call her Marg. Marg, Jane and I all ordered the special margarita - it comes in its own shaker. It's very good. Barb had a beer.
 
Later, Paul joined us and we ate there too. It was a hopping place and we were glad we got a table in the bar away from all the screaming kids near the front. It was fun catching up with old friends! Barb is originally from Pocahontas where my Creston friend Syd Hudek hails from, and Barb knows who our pals Don and Diana are too since they're from that neck of the woods. And I know all of Jane's fam so it's good to get an update on them, and to fill Jane in on our family. We need to do this more often. Next time we'll have to ask Mary Mormon to attend.
 
I spent the rest of the weekend with my best friend - Paul. We didn't do a whole lot. He hunted in Creston Friday (lunch with old friends for him that day too - Steve Crittenden and Jeff McFee) and Saturday a.m. we got lunch with lots of leftovers at Jethros Saturday.
 
My big accomplishments were cleaning Saturday morning and joining Costco Sunday. The Packers won  - so that made Pablo happy. I decided just beer and other liquor purchases would make the $55 fee worth it. Then the signer upper chick talked me into the American Express card. I hope I'm not sorry! I got some cheese, vodka, Corona, and a lamp. It all sounds yummy, no? I guess it's time to give Joan (My Waukee roomie) her ID card back. I had it temporarily from when I lived with her...but now I'm somebody! (not Joan).
 
Over the weekend, I got an email from Connie from Diamond Brooke our townhouse association, saying it was time for the women to get together. I guess ladies from the townhouses have been doing this for years, and I'm glad! So last night Mary Ann from down the street picked me up at 6 to go to Maverick's, a new sportsbar West of Jordan Creek Mall. Ten or so women met there, including Kathy, the woman who sold us our place. She just moved a couple blocks away and enjoys these get-togethers. She brought me a couple more keys!
Mavericks on another night - but they do have that many TVs
 
Mary Ann's husband is a former community college president, so of course they know the Crittendens. Since retiring, he's been doing stints teaching at colleges in Moline and Cicero, Illinois - so Mary Ann and he have lived in apartments in those towns until recently. She's really enjoyed it. I met Judy who lives across the street from us. I'd been admiring the basket on her door.
 
It was nice talking to Kathy too. She and her husband Bill moved from this place because they're adopting their granddaughters. Their mother is ill, and the father isn't in the picture. So they wanted the girls to have a real house to live in with their own upstairs bedrooms. The other Leslie was there - she lives down the street. She was a couple people down, so I didn't get to talk to her much. Connie, the email organizer of the event sat by me. She's very friendly and has a warm bubbly personality.  
 
Before I knew it, the place was getting taken over by young people there to watch the big game. It was time for us oldsters to clear out! We were seriously raising the average age of the joint.
 
I did pretty well with those Diamond Brooke ladies' names, huh!?! (of course I could be making all these names up or have them totally wrong and you'd never know...)
 
I heard from my little buddy Amy when I got home. I always enjoy talking to her and catching up on her busy life in Denver. The game turned out to be a bust - sad for my Uncle Bill, a Notre Dame fan. Let's hope his Broncos represent better this week.
 
 
 
  
 
   


Sunday, January 6, 2013

Game Day Baby

Though our team really only played the first quarter...at least that's how it seemed. But more on that later.

We awoke on the last day of 2012 pondering, "what to wear?" Forecast - chilly, wet. But we were going to be mobile so I didn't wish to carry a ton of stuff. I'm the girl who registers "reptile" on the thermometer when I give blood. Last time my temp was below 97 degrees. So I get cold fast. I couldn't believe I saw guy in shorts and flip flops the day before at the parade. I wish I had circulation like that! Thanks Pat Bullock for crappy veins. Oh well - at least I also got your penchant for sarcasm Mom! I settled on several layers, my Cyclone purselet, scarf, hat, visor (for rain) and wore my Columbia jacket. Paul carried a rain slicker in a pouch for me, and I had my Cyclone snuggy.
The cops did smile when we apprciated their helmet geat

The six of us had purchased tickets for a shuttle bus leaving from the Peabody Hotel, so we headed there. After a bit of confusion - the ISU buses were there awaiting the team - complete with escort motorcycle police with ISU stickers on their helmets. Memphis has gone Cyclone! The bus took about 15 minutes to get to the stadium - through some interesting neighborhoods. Once we arrived we headed right to the Pre-game Tailgate party (held in a huge building that said "Roller Derby) that we had purchased tickets for, skirting around the long Cyclone line by going in the Tulsa door.
We were in the middle - I could take the same photo pointing the other way...

Diana is doing her John Belushi "Animal House" pose here...
The event was a blast! Our friends saved us seats - we sait with Kleins and the Davenport people. We each got a big plate full of barbecue - chicken, pulled pork, beans, good cole slaw - I like the vinegar kind best. And with the $35 tickets, all the beer and drinks were free! Our group worked at making sure we got our money's worth.

The place was packed with cardinal and gold clad fans and a band played on a stage at one end. Then the ISU band took over. We began to see people we knew - like our niece Barb and husband Mike and children.

Johnny and about 6 of his former players were at the game
ISU's legendary former coach Johnny Majors came in to get a bite to eat. While he was chewing, Marilyn asked if we could get our photo with him. I think the old fella was pleased to get all this attention. He was the coach 40 years ago when Marilin and Dwight had attended the Liberty Bowl when ISU played.

We headed to the game about a half hour before kickoff. It was misting lightly. Crap! Our seats were in the same area our regular seats are at Jack Trice Stadium - right on the goal line, though we were closer to the action here, sitting near the families of many of the coaching staff members since McKim's son Ryan, Grad Assistant on the coaching staff had gotten us the tickets. The pageantry of the game was cool! A 9 year old cancer survivor (Thanks to St. Judes) sang the national anthem. I was doing fine until I saw Diana and Paul wiping their eyes...there was a giant flag on the field and the holders made if wave. Very cool!
Very moving opening ceremony. The game made me want to cry too...
Before I put my slicker on
 

Then the game. The first quarter was swell! We had offense, a pick 6. Things were going well! Then it started to rain a little harder and things went down hill. There was not much to cheer about after that. We heard later our quarterback had the flu the night before. That doesn't really explain the defenses lack of tackling ability...but regardless, I was cold, wet and not drinking beer. I was glad when it was over. On our way out of the game we saw paramedics working on a person down on the ground. We heard later a 47 year old Cyclone fan had died that day. It puts things into perspective.

Regardless, we were a bedraggled, grumpy group heading back to our hotel. We re-assembled back at the McKim suite to decide the plan for the evening. Looking out the window - still raining right along. Inside. Vodka, Black Velvet (whisky) and pop and a few munchies. We ended up ordering pizza - it arrived shortly before the new year. We made up a new game - Name the Crestonian! You had to give clues like, "I liked to sit in Berning's Red Room" I wore a crocheted hat made of beer cans" The answer of course? Hollywood Suzie!

Since Conovers lived in Creston from 1984 - 2010ish and McKims and we moved there in 1986, we had a lot to work with! Just think if Higgins and McFees had been there - Creston natives. Sharon and Jeff are scary because they're related to most of the people we gave clues about...

Once again - the bowl trip was a huge success, except for the damn game! The trip home was long - we listened to a somewhat boring book for a while and then enjoyed listening football games on ESPN. We arrived home about 8 p.m. to a happy Odie! Kimmy the dogsitter had done a fine job keeping her alive, with no messes that we know of. Now - on to 2013!



Saturday, January 5, 2013

Sunday in Memphis


Cool Sign!

Our hotel had a pretty good breakfast spread! And we really had no right to feel as perky as we did by 8:30 a.m. after walking 10 feet of of Beale on our way back to the hotel the night before...


ducks display mach 1 speed
But by a little after 10 a.m. Sunday we were on our way to the  Peabody Hotel, where the team and all the important ISU people were staying. That hotel has a ducky tradition - literally. Twice a day they parade ducks down the elevator and through the lobby to paddle around in the fountain. We weren't the only ones wishing to view the ducks. Thousands of our Cyclone brethren were also there. Before us. Evidently they weren't out late the night before - party poopers! Some had kids, so they get a pass. The ducks, despite having clipped wings, are super quick! They went by so fast...all I got was this blurry photo. Paul later got the fountain shot.

We heard crowds were even larger for the evening viewing. The story goes that years ago, duck hunters with Peabody connections, got into the Jack Daniels, so they never got out to actually hunt. Instead they snuck their live decoys into the fountain - and a tradition was born.
The Trolley was very cool!

I would like to go back and take some time at the museum near here
Next we decided to walk a block or so and hop on the Trolley for a fee of $1, and take a lap around town. The sun was shining and it was the warmest the city would get. We hopped off at the Lorraine Hotel where Martin Luther King was assassinated. It's being refurbished. There is a museum across the alley, but we didn't want to take time at that point to go through it.  We walked several blocks back to Beale - noting police presence along the way. There were some sketchy areas around there...

Along the way we came across Elvis. He was "in the house". Of course we had to get our photo with him.




Not a huge Elvis fan, but I did get a kick out of this pic


We located a bar along Beale with a view of the street for the upcoming parade - perfecto! Bloody Marys all around (with little beer chasers thanks to the thoughtfulness of DC). Then we ordered food. Not great, but okay. Our friends Kevin and Carrie caught up with us, and later Phil Conover stopped by. The front of the bar was open air and it was a bit chilly - I wandered out to shop and warm up, and bought a nice little Memphis print as a momento.

A band started playing in the back of the bar - pretty good. The parade - NOT. Lots of beauty queens, bands and a few floats all spaced out unevenly. The VEISHEA organizers could give them lessons! Of course they put the ISU band, cheer squad and Johnny Majors at the end.
Our view for the parade. We didn't miss much...

The pep rally was right after the parade - again, not the best venue. Sound system was bad and the amphitheater was set so we couldn't even see. Our band sounded great though! I was thoroughly cold by then. DC and Marilyn had a date to attend the Memphis U college bball game. McKims, Paul and I went back to the hotel and warmed up.

If I lived in Memphis, I'd join the Boll Weevil Society - those dudes look like fun!

Later we ventured back out to Beale Street - thoroughly taken over by Cyclones - a sight to see! I just love neon signs, and this street is a delight. We went to a pretty generic Canadian restaurant where I had a good salad. Then we just wandered down Beale - plenty of police presence once again. We enjoyed talking to some locals outside one bar. We made our way through Coyote Ugly where beer coated the floor about 1/2 inch deep and people were shoulder to shoulder. I might have enjoyed that at 25 and single...We ended up back at Silky's, watching the piano show, but retired pretty early. Monday there was a game to play!
Bras at Coyote Ugly. Mine was under about 5 layers of clothes and did not join...