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Guess I'm going to use this Blog for all things Betsy. Woot! And thanks to my aunt, Mitzi, who I know loves me so much that she will actually read everything I post.
Aunties rock, aunties rule,
aunties think that kids are cool!

1.30.11

Rave


I love coffee mugs with destinations illustrated on them. This morning, I went to Moose and Sadie's, one of my favorite coffee shops, without leaving home first, then I actually went TO Moose and Sadie's for more. It's a good morning. My aunt got me started on these little joys. Some mornings, I go to Florida, the Sunshine State, other days I take my coffee from Dean and Deluca in NYC, or Coffee Talk in Taylors Falls. These are really NICE mugs, porcelain with nice sippy edges. You have to draw the line somewhere! Some perhaps may be a little on the tacky side in terms of 'decor' but they all bring me to a place, at least in my mind and my mouth, that provides a great little respite to get the day started with. And for the evenings? Well, I take my chammomile tea with my "big sister who loves me," "the Buddah," or Van Gogh's Starry Night. It's not Paris, but it's not bad! Who needs a vacation or a staycation when you can have a caffination evey day?!

1.23.11

Rave and Raunt. A new idea for 2011.

I love people who put a lil'extra time in parking meters! It's like the ultimate urban pay-it-forward tactic. I think you'll all be in heaven sooner than I. I try to bring quarters, really I do. But I'm so sad that meters don't accept other coins anymore. It's really just like social classes, isn't it? The big and shiny take all. What's wrong with little faux copper pennies? NOTHING. What's wrong with slim, sleek dimes? NOTHING. What's wrong with chubby, tarnished nickels? NOTHING. But *sigh* ... only big, "designed" quarters rule on the streets. That's sad. I hate that only quarters rule on the streets. So, this is a raunt and a rave: I love people who are organized enough to have quarters with them at all times and are generous enough to "spare a quarter" for those of us who just might come up short in the change (or well, accepted change) department. And I hate that, even in the world of coin, there's an established hierarchy based on size. Harumph!

11.15.10

Eep! It's been a while.

Raunt

Call me sexist, but male bikinis just don't work. I mean, there's tmi and then there's TMI and males wearing bikini bottoms (aka 'speedos') are the TMI that hurts. I'm currently in Miami, land of the equal opportunity bikini ... if ya'knowwhaddImean. I've see too much hair, too much volume, too many shapes, and too much cleavage (and I'm not talking on the top half of the bod, although there's all'dat and some), too much well, information, and it ain't pretty. Especially all lined up on the beach. Little soldiers, take your marks! But, IMHO, no, no, no, well proportioned body or not (but particularly not), bikinis need ta'say 'bi-bye' as far as male swimwear goes.

Rave

Hugs from a 3 year old. There's a simple vivaciousness illustrated by 3 year olds that isn't 'quite' there at 2 and is gone by 4. It's a freedom that seeps out from their heart and passes along through their arms into their hands ... like a high voltage line. If you're lucky enough to be loved by a 3 year old, get right in the way of receiving that "seepage" and see what I mean. From their heart and hands to your soul the energy flows. A current event of epic proportions! I love hugs from 3 year olds!

10.25.10

Rave

Intelligence. Oooo, I love intelligent people. Especially when they engage me in conversation. They challenge my thoughts, they make me aware of things I'd typically either ignore due to "not hearing correctly" or be too lazy to look up. They share history with me, they share meanings of Latin word derivations with me, they simply talk ... and I listen. And I don't listen to everyone! But intelligent people rock. And I'd just like to say I love that you talk to me. Thank you, Smarty Pantz!

Raunt

Airplane seat belts. I'm not goin' too far with this other than to say you suck when you should stick, you pinch when you should cinch, and you are ugly. Even your buckles are dull. I hate you airplane seat belts.

10.20.2010 (oh what a lovely symmetrical set of numbers)

Raunt

Car problems. Geez I hate it when I have car problems. Could be a smallie: oil change; could be a biggie: sliced open the oil pan (yup! done that). But whatever it is, it's a pain in the tooshie. My current issue is a sunroof that doesn't stay closed. It's decided to have a mind of it's own, and springs back open *just* as it's closed. Irritating as all get-out (no, I don't really know what that expression means). And to fix it? Well, I read the manual and did what *they* say, but that didn't fix it. I Googled the issue, that helped with suggestions, but none of them worked. I made an appointment at the repair shop, but they were too busy. So now I wait for free time and no-drive time and loose a day or two of car-convenience to spend, no doubt, $200+ to get it fixed. Oooooo, I hate car problems!

Rave

Nephews who so very kindly point out that you are, in fact, wrong or well, mistaken. Oh yeah, it happens to every aunt. WE ARE WRONG. Granted, it rarely happens. But it just happened to me with an attitude I had about Twitter. I felt like it would be annoying and completely unhelpful in my work to be on Twitter. I monitor Facebook, I monitor a Blog. I have coworkers who not only could care less about either, but get a little angry that I spend any time on them at all (even though, HELLO!, I'm a marketing person!). So thinking about Twitter made me a-skitter. Had I ever really read about Twitter? No. Had I ever really seen a tweet? No. My ignorance was not bliss, and a nephew very calmly explained why it may behoove me to change-up on my Twitter-Ttude. He explained how it worked, and then (cue music) explained how it would help my business and help us establish a reputation for being 'on the cutting edge' of staying in touch. 

I was being rude. I was being stubborn. I WAS WRONG. Ooo, I now love my new TwitterTtude!

10.17.10

Raunt

People who speed up when you put on your blinker to change lanes. What IS that all about? Get a life people! Cars change lanes. It's a fact of life. Did you know that life changes lanes on you, too, sometimes? Yeah, it does. Deal with it. There will always be reasons to be polite and yield. Use traffic as a life metaphor for pete's sake: be nice, you'll live longer!

Rave

Car conversations. What is it about having a conversation in a car? Maybe it's the lack of eye contact, maybe it's the noise of the wind, maybe it's the spirit of ongoing movement. Whatever it is, it's amazing how you can have really great conversations with your passengers while driving. You can have THE talk and well, it's just easier. You can have a tender talk, and then they can't see'ya cry, or you can simply have an animated talk and use the steering wheel as a sounding board. Whatever you do, it's just a good way to exclaim . . . without being overwhelmed. Love those car conversations!