So lesson 3 is complete in my first WordPress class. I have finally learned how to make pages! I know uber simple but I didn’t get how they were organized and nested.
This class works in two ways. One is we have our class project site. We each open and create the same website for a faux animal rescue. (mine is here if you are curious). There we carry out the assignments on setting up the site. They are all just alike but it is a way for the prof to see that we are getting the assignments and mechanics of the lesson. The other part is to start applying what we’ve learned to our own site.
That’s where the changes you’ll be seeing over the next few months come into play. The first change is I’ve categorized and tagged all my posts. That was a big assignment for me because I’ve got 100 posts as of this one. The others in the class have just started their WordPress sites and have at most 10 posts. Heck I’ve even got first tier and second tier categories but doesn’t show in this style. I’ll be changing that up later I think. You can look to the right column there and see what I’ve done.
Back to school was always an exciting time for me. For most of my life I welcomed it. It was a time to get to see people of my own age on a regular basis. Living out where we did I didn’t see my friends as much as I wanted in the Summer. I envied city kids on TV who could walk out there door and BOOM! there were their friends and in a short walk together they could be at school. For me to see friends it took planning. The trip home from school was over an hour on the crowded school bus as it wound in out of tiny country lanes to drop off a person here and there.
That’s me back row second from left. I have on the light shirt and have shoulder length hair.
College for me was an exciting time in the big town of Knoxville. Going home to puny Greeneville paled in comparison. Heck there wasn’t even a midnight showing of Rocky Horror! GASP! Most of my high school friends didn’t go to UTK like I did. I’d made a whole new set of friends (and a boyfriend that became my husband) that didn’t just scatter across the state for the summer but the world. Once I moved into an apartment I went to summer school in college. Honestly I liked that better than regular quarters. It was smaller classes and closer knit group but I was also an upper classman by then so who knows.
Then my next school experience was at Western Michigan University. It was different this time – I was working and paying my own way. I loved it. I liked the organization of it. I liked learning new things. Heck I even like the stuff of school pens, paper, books, and such. I went from the social aspect being the strongest attraction to learning being the big attraction.
From there life has been a series of seminars, self teaching, parenting a school age child, on-line classes, and supporting Mike’s various graduate degree processes (he’s gotten three so far). I think I turned to writing because I love the research it takes to write fiction well. I like learning new things then exploring them in my writing.
Now it’s time for my new experience. I’m taking an on-line class on how to use WordPress. I know I use it regularly here but I feel I under use it immensely. I know there are many resources out there to learn how to use it but they haven’t quite fit my need. I love the structure of school learning, remember? I want one lesson to build on the other. I’ve tried books but never found one that worked well for me either moved WAY TOO SLOW or WAY TOO FAST. Finally I looked about at local schools and found that University of Wisconsin Parkside offered two on-line classes, WordPress 101 and 102. Looking them over 101 starts out basic (how to set up a blog on WordPress, got that check) but ended past my knowledge. That’s where I started it moves fairly fast looking at the syllabus. My first week starts – TODAY!
I am looking forward to getting more out of WordPress and spiffing things up around here. Making the place more my own, kinda like I did in a dorm room or college apartment. But this means a few things for you dear reader… you might experience some assignment posts. Don’t worry they’ll not be painful, nothing required on your end but a look-see, and there will be NO POP QUIZ at the end of them. Next my new routine posts might not be daily now, depends on the workload. I’d like to keep Comic Comments daily until my backlog of arcs has been worked through but, I’m making no guarantees here until I see how class fits into other required life things. I’d like to get no lower than three a week on those. Photo posts are up in the air, I’m getting slim on new photos and have to get out there to get more of them. So again it depends – I’d like to stay at least weekly on those.
There you go I’m going back to school today. I’ve got a new notebook, new pens, new paper, my computer, and my blog. I’m set to learn!
Okay I’ve had that Ace Frehley ear-worm from the commercial that ends with it. Don’t know the product, a car of some short but enjoy the songs for where they are as they go across country. Not a good commercial for the car great one for songs, like Back In The New York Groove.
Life has been busy with Life stuff. Again dealt with health issues but again I’m back.
Decided to move my comic book review to this blog rather than on G+ so I can put the scans with the comments about the book. Getting my first posts on those ready.
Been working on some writing projects and dealing with over 100F weather.
Honestly I keep hoping a routine will establish itself and take hold but so far, one hasn’t held on for a whole month. Yet there’s always hope, always hope.
I often see people do a list of “10 Things You Don’t Know About Me.” I always find at least one thing I have in common with them that I didn’t know about. Since I’ve not been posting for a while (health issues, improving thanks!) I thought a good post to get back into this would be a 10 Things list. So here is my 10 Things You May Not Know About Me.
I love comic books. I always have and always will. **Let the Geek Flag Fly** Actually I have a pull list mailed to me monthly. For those of you not into comic lingo a pull list is a list of comic book titles to which you subscribe. The big companies DC and Marvel aren’t great at managing subscriptions nor do they offer all titles for subscription. The small companies like Dynamite don’t offer subscriptions nor do Indies like Zenotrope. So if you have a local comic shop you go there fill out a pull list and they make a mailbox for you pulling those titles as they come in. Our local comic shop burned so I use Midtown comics for my pull list and they mail them to me monthly. If you want to read my comic book reviews I post them over on my Google+ account.
As a rule I don’t like chick flicks. I’ve never liked goody-goody sappy things. I hated Little House on the Prairie and the Waltons. I did like Hot L Baltimore and All In The Family. Just an example from my early days of not liking the sappy movies.
I didn’t like My Big Fat Greek Wedding. This doesn’t mean I don’t like love stories or happy endings, I do. I just like a story with meat and realism to it. I find these movies shallow and insulting to women.
I worked in radioactive waste processing. Yep, I was a Regulatory Compliance Specialist. I helped with NRC rules, RCRA rules, EPA rules, OSHA rules, and so on. I taught courses on RCRA compliance. What heck did I just say? Well I worked doing internal inspections of the various processing of radioactive waste for the alphabet soup of laws that applied. Just so you know I went into that job supporting the use of nuclear energy. I left years later thinking until we know what to do with waste beyond make it smaller and leave it sitting in the desert to watch it for thousands of years – we shouldn’t be making radioactive waste for anything except lifesaving medical reasons.
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I love the paranormal and fringe stuff. Now I don’t buy all of it nor do I discount all of it. I find it fun to read or listen to radio shows. This is a pretty wide topic to me it can be anything from ghosts, aliens, crypto creatures, time travel, conspiracies, and anything weird. Some of it astounds me people actually believe that stuff. Some of it makes me think about what DO I believe and why. Some of it makes me wonder just how much do we know about physics and such. All of it helps me come up with story ideas.
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I don’t like chocolate or sweets in general. Honestly I’d rather have mashed potatoes & gravy, a good au gratin potato or more steak than dessert any day. I don’t like ice cream and for my birthday want to impress me take me out to a Mexican or Sushi place. You won’t see me posing with a cake. I’m all into savory and my aversion to sweet goes as far as not caring for most fruits. Ruby red grapefruit is my favorite with salt is my favorite!
I’m sodium deficient most of the time. Yep I salt heavily but when it comes time for my routine blood test I’m deficient. It has to with adrenal malfunction – my body doesn’t absorb salt very well.If you eat dinner with me and see me salting don’t fret my blood pressure when I checked in for surgery last week was 118/62 and I was stressed for surgery but had taken no medication yet. So my heart can take it and my body needs it to avoid pains in my legs and general body pain due to malfunctioning nerves that don’t have enough sodium.
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I love true crime/missing person stories. I find nothing fascinating that a good mystery and the best ones come from life. Sure it’s great to learn the end but the others fascinate me too. I’ve read all the books by John E Douglas a famous criminal profiler. My most frequently recorded channel is Investigation Discovery.
My favorite channel. Image reproduced under the Fair use doctrine for commentary and criticism under US Copyright law
My heart breaks for the victims and their families. Still I can’t help but be fascinated with how cases are investigated not just the forensic side but all aspects. I’m always intrigued about why someone does such crimes. Why does A react to the situation with crime while B in the same situation doesn’t? Also good plot twists are based on things that can really happen. The plot turns I want to write are inspired by the real twists of life.
No animal creeps me out, none. Mike doesn’t like big bears (Kodiak, Grizzly, etc.). Aaron thinks orangutans are creepy. Sara finds Aaron etymology collection gross and creepy. I can’t say any of those things bother me. Sure I respect big bears and hope to never meet one face to face. I find Orangs fascinating as they are one of our closest genetic relatives. Bugs – heck you’re reading the writing of a girl who used to love to play with bugs, especially those roly-poly ones you find under damp rocks or in rotting trees. So no I don’t find rats, bats, snakes, bears, big cats or anything creepy. I do have respect for wild beasts and venomous critters but don’t find them any creepier than people. Actually I find people creepy occasionally.
I can read ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. I took classes for two years to get the basics of reading it. Why? I figured if it was so important to them to write all over everything the least I could do is read a bit of it to see what’s going on. I’m a writer the biggest thrill for me is to be read I don’t see that being any different 4,000 years ago. I studied Middle Kingdom glyphs and can muddle through the basics of an idea that’s written, stumble through Old or New Kingdom stuff. I love history and I love the beauty of ancient Egyptian designs even their writing was beautiful art. So I satisfied my curiosity about the very lean basics of how to read their hieroglyphs.
I enjoy solitude. I think I need more alone time than most people. Not that I’m not a social person, I am, I can be. Yet I love quiet days alone with my thoughts. I think that’s the root of my love of reading, photography, and writing. Those are all things you do alone, just you and your thoughts. I’m not a hermit by any means but for me to travel alone, have dinner out alone, to stay home alone, isn’t a bad thing to me. I just like time to myself to process and create things. I just always enjoyed going my way. Maybe that comes from being an only child raised in area where I didn’t have playmates except in school hours. Maybe it’s just my personality. Either way my good friends concur that I do need more alone time than most people. Too much interaction time makes me grumpy, I feel overwhelmed and become annoyed. I guess it goes without saying I don’t like being in crowds…
So there you go. Did ya learn something about me? Do we have more in common that you knew? Am I an odd bird as they say down South? As always I appreciate you reading and any stars, shares, and/or comment are greatly appreciated. Until next time!
I have a long history here of running into craziness at the HUMGO-SUPER-DUPER market out by the interstate. I’ve had an old lady tell me what fruits were evil and what ones weren’t. She looked like Bette Davis in Baby Jane.
Another time I saw a manager hit in the face with a clipboard by the woman in front of me who was trying to use a stolen debt card and fake ID. I had to make a police statement in that as I witnessed the whole transaction.
Another time in the parking lot I had to help a grandma with an infant. She was hysterical since her husband collapsed and couldn’t breathe. As I got there the ambulance from her 911 call was roaring into the scene. She was having trouble with the baby seat. I took that over got the baby in the seat in her car. Sat there with the baby amusing it until grandpa was loaded into the ambulance and grandma came back to herself enough to drive the quarter mile to the ER.
I witnessed a car hit a pedestrian there and again another police statement. Another statement to the insurance companies of both parties in that case.
Also I caught a run away dog there. He jumped out of the SUV as the owner opened the door and I caught him by the collar as he came up to check me out. I had fresh meat in the cart.
Needless to say that grocery store can be an adventure for me. Then again I turn grocery shopping into an adventure. In TN I freed a kitten stuck in a Pepsi machine. Today was not so adventurous but did witness stupidity.
Picture an old beat up compact car whose driver front fender is held on by a bungee cord and his headlight affixed on that side with duct tape. Got the image? Good!
Now he’s backing out of a parking spot. He turns to block the whole intersection of two lanes in the large lot. One being the double lane in front of the store that has a stop for pedestrian sign mounted in a concrete buoy looking thing in the middle. This tiny car held together by bungee cords, tape and a prayer almost hits it.
I’m thinking “So that’s how he came to need those super-duper repairs.”
The dude driving looks like the inspiration for the character Joe Dirt. HONESTLY! He starts back up again and almost hits the car that had the right of way but stopped because some lunatic backed out into the lane. The bungee car hops as the breaks are slammed. Then it goes forward until the car in front of me honks at Joe who is still looking back at the last car he almost hit. Joe hops the car again.
Poor Mr. Dirt is distressed. He’s flipping his head as if he’s watching a grand championship match at Wimbledon. He turns the wheel to get into his lane, gives it gas and BAM! right into the pedestrian sign. The front bumper falls off and the driver quarter panel drops down to the ground.
Well no worries there, out hops Joe with his trusty duct tape. Yes, right there in front us all he starts duct taping the bumper back. There were now seven cars and four pedestrians watching this show. Once that was done he taped up the back of the askew quarter panel, straighten the wonky taped on headlight then jumped back into his car. He’s now in the lane so he heads off leaving the rest of us laughing, shaking our heads in wonder, and thankful we weren’t hit by him.
Let me first say I’d save all family members – skin covered or fur covered. Then at the top of my list is a little red composition book (that’s what I grew up calling wire bound notebooks) of which we must not speak. I have a treasure trove of family history items in my house but if I had to grab one thing it would be this dog-eared red notebook.
The Book of Aaronisms
I can’t share exactly what’s in it but I can tell you why it’s precious. In this notebook Mike and I recorded the things Aaron said growing up that made us laugh. We were that kind of parents. Mike was better at it than I but now we have snippets of childhood earnest conversations that made us giggle at the honesty and simple logic in his comments. We started the book when he was 4 and tapered off when he was about 10.
The Budding Philosopher
I’ve often said this will be my first New York Times best seller. Aaronisms. However I’ve agreed never to publicly share the contents until I have his consent. Right now it’s just to embarrassing for him to share. Even though I think some of them are the wisdom of a child that grown-ups need. No, I’ll wait. There will be a time when all will be revealed. Until then the book is on the second shelf of my office bookcase at the end near the door so I can quickly grab it in case of fire. Maybe I should move it to the safe deposit box.
Short post today. I’m feeling under the weather. Hopefully I’ll be back on my feet tomorrow.
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I’m here to entertain, you and me. I’m not here to state a political opinion. I’m not here to convert you to any thing. I’m not here to recruit you for any thing. I’m not here to tell you why you should think this way or that. I’m not here to comment on the news in any insightful manner. I’m not here for anything but sheer entertainment. I agree with Craig Ferguson an entertainer’s job is to entertain not lecture, make political commentary, or religious stance.
That doesn’t mean I don’t have political opinions. I do. I will discuss (not argue) them in private. That doesn’t mean I don’t have a religion. I do. I will carry out my worship in private. That doesn’t mean I don’t act on these things in my private life as a private citizen. I do. I have great respect for those whose calling in life are to be activist, politicians, religious leaders, and so forth. That’s not my calling. I’ll leave them to do what they do and I’ll do what I do.
Let’s just enjoy walking and talking together.
I create because I want to share a retreat from the hard things of this world with others. I create to make a connection with another for a moment when we both suspend disbelief and go for a ride on the story. I don’t know if the see the world the same way most of the time but for that moment when hopefully I bring that reader into the world of tale or image or enjoyment of a piece of jewelry, we share common ground.
When you come here or to my Google+ feed don’t expect to any op-ed commentary. You won’t get it. Don’t expect some religious statement or declaration. You won’t get it. What I hope you do get is a smile or at least something that took you away for a moment. I hope for the time we’re together you enjoy it.
Rote memorization – something I had to do often in school and I hated it. Johan Horak’s Google+ post about his experience with learning English and Shakespeare brought my experience with the Bard back to memory.
It seems of the many things we had to memorize and recite flawlessly to our teachers the most common were Shakespeare passages. For good or ill over the course of junior high and senior high I had to memorize and recite the following from Shakespeare 1) “out damned spot” speech in Macbeth, 2) St Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V, 3) What light from yonder window breaks soliloquy from Romeo & Juliet, 4) To Be or Not To be from Hamlet, 5) Speak of Me as I Am from Othello his final speech in the play, and finally 6) a sonnet of our choice, being the odd bird I am I chose Sonnet 130 I was the only one my Senior English teacher had up to that point that choice THAT one. LOL!
Also I had to memorize the introduction to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales in both modern English and Old English. I used to make Aaron laugh when he was little by reciting the old English one because you can pick up some words in it and others are absurd sounding to our modern ear. “Talk that silly talk again Mommy.” I’d get to “longen folk to goon on pilgrimages” he’d be roaring in belly laughter.
How much I remember of these? Not much, now that I look over the originals. Yet when I started reading them I found that old memory came back and I could pick up and recite. I remembered fragments of them except for the Old English which stayed with me like the School Rock Constitution Preamble Song – no I can’t really tell you what it is but once I start it all rolls out with the cadence of poem or song. I have to say now if I want to gain meaning from that I have to slow down recite the Old English then give thought to translate it to modern – I don’t remember any of the modern English translation – it wasn’t as fun to say nor sounded nearly as silly.
What I did remember was the gist of what is being said – 1) our wrong deeds are a guilty stain that often only we see but our guilt shows them to others, 2) soldiers have paid a price for the freedom and comfort societies enjoy, 3) when in the throes of new love of there is nothing else in our world but that will fade as reality intrudes, 4) life and living is a decision we should consciously make to make the most of it, 5) all of us make stupid mistakes, some harmful ones we can’t take back, and we hope when these acts are remembered by others they do so with some compassion. Even if we deserve it or not, we hope they do, and 6) you don’t have to be an ideal beauty to be loved.
As much as I hated the rote memorization and recitation of these I can say I now appreciate it. I spent time with great words and had to consider them over and over even if I didn’t want to do it in order to be able to recite. But in the end looking back I gained important life lessons from the great works. Those are six great life lessons that would serve any one well. I can thank many English and Lit teachers for making me take the time to consider them so much that they are with me over 30 years later. Also makes me have a tinge of regret that Aaron never had to commit sections of great works to memory.
So maybe I can’t recite these in total any more but I think honestly I’ve gotten the value and beauty of the words.
When making notes for genealogy I enjoy my vast collection of color ink pens. When I change sources or persons being researched I reach in and grab another color to make the notes.
Recently I’ve been playing in my pens with various color inks. I’m such an office supply slut, stationery slut, and pen slut it’s astounding. Any way, I’ve been doing some genealogy notes and to vary the entries as well as entertain myself I’ve been reaching into my giant stash of pens to change color from each person’s notes. It also serves to easily see when I changed sources or persons in a source. In the endeavor I’ve seen handwriting from the late 1700s to my own today. Which got me thinking…
My best friend and I were talking about how poor the handwriting from late teens to early twenty somethings has become. Now granted my penmanship on notes for me isn’t grand nor is it in my personal journal. But if I need to write to someone else I tend to make sure it’s legible, well proportioned, and attempt to be straight in my lines.
As I looked over my own handwriting samples for this entries photos I was surprised to see my notes when working on writing tasks (like researching Male Cherokee given names for a character) tend to be very decently formed block printing. Didn’t consciously make the choice but apparently my subconscious does. However when I’m flowing on plot ideas it’s chicken scratch cursive.
Here I was researching given names for Cherokee men and their meanings for a character.
So why does the younger generation’s handwriting look so awful to us? I think part of it is we were raised going to handwriting/penmanship class daily from Kindergarten through 8th grade. It is because of the work of my parents (mainly my Mom) and many frustrated teachers that I can now with effort write well in block print and cursive if I want to (or my subconscious wants to do it).
Somewhere between my attending those grades and my son attending those grades penmanship was no longer taught beyond here’s how you make the letters in print lesson for half a year in Kindergarten and a few years later here’s how you do it in cursive lesson for a quarter of a year.
This has been an issue with us since Aaron set foot in Kindergarten. It’s no longer taught how to hold a pen/pencil. When we’d correct his hamfisted grasp we’d be told his teacher said he could hold it any way he wanted. During parent teacher conference we were told this is true. Also we discovered penmanship wasn’t something that was even considered in grading for any course. Then again by fourth grade he was turning in word processed work. I thought maybe this was some progressive thinking of that school district but no it’s not. I’ve surveyed parents of children of similar ages and came away with the same answers. Not much writing is taught, even less concern is given to penmanship. Our kids don’t know how to do this well because we never taught them. (Lord knows I tried but TEACHER SAYS)
Sometimes recording those thoughts requires many colors of ink! LOL! I do enjoy pens that glide well or have unique ink.
The combination of not teaching penmanship and the use of keyboards for just about everything has caused the ability to form letters on the page in various styles to become a lost art. I’m not talking calligraphy here just basic writing. I have to admit I regret this. I’ve found so much joy in putting writing instrument to paper. I’ve thrilled at walking to the mailbox to get a handwritten message from a friend far away. I had pen pals from other states and countries all through middle school and high school. I’ve journaled most of my life. If I’m thinking out something I take pen to paper instead of clicking a keyboard. It’s how I get alone with my thoughts.
I’ve journaled most of my life. I go there to play on paper, record thoughts, sketch, doodle, plan, or whatever. Here I was playing with colored pencils and yes that’s a gold pen right there on top. Writes in gold too. OHH!
That’s changing. I should say that’s changed. Kids take notes on the laptops nowadays. They proof on the screen not on paper. They think things through, note reminders schedule activities, contact friends in faraway places all with a keyboard be it on a phone, connected to a cpu or on a tablet. No need to put pen or pencil to paper. It’s not their generation. They don’t judge one another by handwriting (admit it people over 40 you do, you judge lots by handwriting from education to emotional investment in the missive).
I’ve defended the younger generation and their keyboard usage. When a writing teacher said editing on paper was better I commented for us yes but those who have never turned in a handwritten paper in their life (and yes some are in grad school now can say that) working on the keyboard and screen is their life training. It’s a talent I still struggle to master – screen line edits. I do much better with a red pen and printed copy.
I’m fine with technical advancement. I remind myself when I see a new college grad with penmanship that would have gotten me a D in third grade that s/he will never hand write a thing for work or personal life for that matter. Yet I wonder if they know what they are missing. What would they do without electricity for say a month or so? It was six weeks after Hugo before I got electricity back. I could write checks and mail them (oddly the mail was the only service NOT interrupted). I could journal. I could write friends and assure them I’m okay and clean up is going well. I had pen, paper, and envelops.
Total dependence on keyboard or penmanship isn’t good. I think honestly there’s a good mix to be struck here. I think honestly as much as I hated penmanship classes. I was always a mediocre student in them. Yet now I find I’m thankful for the nine years of lessons. There is a joy to handwriting that I don’t want to be lost to those that are younger.
I’ve never liked goody-goody heroes. I don’t find it interesting to see a perfect person do perfect things saving schmoes like me from the problems and troubles we find ourselves.
I prefer my heroes to be relatable. I want them to have dents, bangs and scratches from real life. I want them to be tempted to do what’s easy, to go for revenge, or to be self-serving. Sometimes I want a hero to act not necessarily from noble motivation but do what’s expedient. C’mon the rest of us do that would a hero at least be tempted? at least dismiss those thoughts?
I’m a fan of the reluctant hero. The one that rises to the occasion because there is no one else to do so. The one that doesn’t want to be there and if Superman or Captain America swooped in to take over my hero would gladly let them. Yet since the goody-goodies aren’t there and my hero is, they do the best they can to do the right thing even if they regret it the whole time. The old “why did I get involved” or in Die Hard John McClane’s “come to the west coast…” line.
I can relate to a hero like that. I can’t relate to a hero that doesn’t have a devil on their shoulder. One that isn’t always doing the right thing. I guess that’s why I loved Batman first. Yep my first word in this life was Batman. Tell me I wasn’t destined for the darker heroes and to read comics. I still like Bruce Wayne but I’ve fallen hard for James “Logan” Howlett aka Wolverine. Heck I like Josey Wales, ” I ain’t got nothin’ better to do.”
As a writer I know good characters aren’t one dimensional but multidimensional. I strive to make my villains be antagonists not purely evil but the one my lead character is struggling against. I want the reader to sympathize with both characters but their loyalties ultimately fall with my lead character, the hero, the protagonist. Now my lead won’t always do the right thing he’ll have flaws because those are challenges to his growth in the piece as is the confrontation with the antagonist. He has to deal with himself to deal with his opponent and that to me is not only interesting but more realistic. In the end neither my protagonist or antagonist are the same people they were at the beginning. If they were confronted with the same situation again they’d act differently because of the experiences in my story. To me those are good characters, they grow, they change. A story is getting a big change in their lives but if I read another story later down the timeline I can see they are changed from their experiences. That keeps me reading. Goody-goodies don’t change they just go about doing good for good sake.
Perfection bores me. I won’t read it very long. It’s predictable. It’s something I’ll never be. BUT I’d like to think if I was forced into the right situation despite my wishes to be rescued I’d do the right thing until someone more qualified or better at it came along. Then like John McClane I’d kiss their dalmatian for saving me. I can relate to having to rise to the circumstances, or doing what’s right despite the desire not to do it. I’m just human and that’s what I want my heroes to be at heart- human.
You are going to get tired of reading this but as always I’d love to chat with you. Tell me what you think and you are welcome to disagree (politely). You can comment here, it’ll show up when I get it. You can reach out to me on Google+, Flickr, or Twitter (@marylouiseklund). You can e-mail me at marylouiseelund @ (with two e’s unlike Twitter) gmail.com or yahoo.com.
Mary Louise Eklund 