A different Saturday

Ideally basking in the sun like a lizard on a rock and reading pool-side is my summer Saturday. To get a good rate on car insurance attending driving school was this Saturday. Today I got 100% on the test - a far trade.

With 5 young people and 1 instructor with the 'retirement can't come too soon' attitude I spent 8 hours learning defensive driving. How it has changed in 3 years since last taken.

Road rage was the biggest focus. We've all seen it and been victims of it. The 48 Hour video shown about people being murdered by road rage sure caught the kids attention and mine. I just don't understand rage like that.

Safety tips were really helpful. Did you know to keep latex gloves in your car in case you have to touch body fluids? How to change a tire fell on my deaf ears. I know a nice motorist will stop to help me. Call me Pollyanna...it works.

Did you know that you can call #77 for the State Police in Va.? Keep your car well maintained. In other words, keep it excellently, like you want to be kept.

To Wear or Not To Wear

To wear pantyhose or not to wear pantyhose! That's the question! In 100 degree heat the answer is flat out NO in big letters. Otherwise, what do you think?

The issue came up this morning on Good Morning America. Dianne and Robin mentioned an article in the Wall St. Journal about pantyhose as part of the dress code. It all started with Jim Holt at MidAmerican Credit Union taking a stand for a dress code at his company. The Gen Yers 'revolted' at the hosiery idea. And the rest is news for the Journal. (At least it's not about the economy or gas prices.)

I called Jim and he told me that he was looking for an average standard and better for his employees. After all they do represent the company.

OK - back to pantyhose. Having worn the garter belt and stockings that predated pantyhose when dressed up, I personally welcomed them. They were much easier to put on and they kept my legs and ____ warm in cold winters.

In my opinion there's nothing more attractive or sexy for women than her leg having with a nice sheen from sheer hosiery to it.

Whine with wine

Inquiring minds want to know………. The line goes that way and there’s much to tell those inquiring minds from Whine & Wine on last Wednesday night. Twenty five women ____ed, moaned and whined about what sends them over the edge. They’re smart women so, of course, they stay on this side of the edge. Conversation was plentiful, energy was high, wine drank and yummies consumed.

One brave smart man came too! A member said “ Another successful event well done! I had fun and met some interesting people. Once word gets out how much fun they are and what great contacts one can make, you will have to rent the Segal Center.” I’m for that. The more the merrier.

So here’s what’ll satisfy your inquiring mind about what happened.

We presented to the Central Virginia Food Bank a check for $1377.00 from the WOW! You know that we tithe to a non-profit that serves women and children.

Anyone care to guess what the 2 biggest whines were? The vote was unanimous! The second place irritation was the shipper that sent the customers rushed order to the wrong place, missing the client's deadline!!!!!!!

The #1 whine......Drum roll please here. The # 1 whine is health insurance that makes a sick, suffering patient suffer and worry more because of lousy coverage!!!!!!

Pictures are on the way as soon as I figure out how to use my new digital camera.

8 day old babies

8 day old babies

At 8 days the two babies are as big as a walnut and covered with wee tiny feathers for wings and fluffy down over the rest of their bodies. They’re either a ball of down filling up the nest asleep or they’re upright with their moths wide open ready for Mom to drop food in. My babies did the same, either sleep or eat, come to think of it.

Yesterday, Tuesday, I was in the garden practicing a speech. Mom had a huge tender morsel for the gang. She bounced and flittered all over the place tricking me about the nest location. Only when I stood very still for several minutes would she enter the secret place in the ivy to feed them.

This morning all the birds were fussing and raising hell. Tillie, my neighbor’s cat, was lurking in the garden. Just in time to chase her away, I saw her poise to jump into the nest.

It’s funny how I’ve gotten attached to watching these babies. Every day I check on them. I clap my hands and holler to chase Mom away and still she takes off just in the nick of time to keep from scaring me when I peek on the tiny flock.

I wrote this on thursday morning, very early. Needing some exercise, I took my hour long walk. Again I checked on the nest.

There were only 2 unhatched eggs. The babies were gone.

Nature has a plan and works all of these things out...wether we like it or not.

I have babies!

I have babies!

That sounds odd, considering my age and my daughters' ages!

Two chicks have hatched in the sparrow's nest in the ivy pile by the statue in the garden. They're scrawny little naked pips with wild feathers here and there. They look like wee punk rockers on a bad trip.

17 days ago I discovered the nest with 4 eggs. Mom caught my attention as she was taking nest building stuff into the ivy. She laid an egg every day for 4 days. Silly me thought birds laid their eggs all at once. Now that I think about it my bottom hurts just to imagine all that mass popping out.

It's exciting because it's the first time there's been a nest where I can look into it completely. You know I've taken daily peeks monitoring progress, making noises as I approach so Mom'll fly away. Sometimes she surprises me by flying out as I peek.

Mom's watching and feeding now. Two more eggs to hatch.

Quick Facelift

Do you know how you turn the windshield wipers on when you mean to put the car in gear?

For the past 24 hours that's what I've been doing when putting the car in gear. It's a rental car while my real car Cadillac's getting repaired.

While parked and minding her ( yes, it's a woman - named Glory B) own business in a city garage in Norfolk, some idiot ran over Glory B's front bumper! Left black rubber marks all over her and knocked off the front license plate! And poked a hole in the bumper! I never did find the plate or any note saying who'd done the dastardly deed on her.

Yesterday I left Glory at the car hospital for plastic surgery. Geico (my
insurance company) provided a rental with a gear shift on the center console and wipers on the column. That's where Glory's gear shift is so you can see my dilemma.

That little rental has the cleanest windshield in town.

Glory's well now and back on the streets with no signs of her surgery. Customer service and repair were wonderfully quick using Geico's express service. It's a finely tuned process - very easy with lots of customer contact.

Imagine a face lift complete in 30 hours! If only a plastic surgeon could do as well for me.

WOW!

It's been too long since the last post. The website tells the tale of busyness with WOW! It was a one day conference with speakers that gave more than a day's worth of info.

I've always stayed away from things that had lots of parts to them. Details aren't my strong suit. Never did puzzles as a kid since I didn't like them. They had too many pieces.

So what do I do? Put on a conference that's more like a double wedding! All of the sponsors were most generous and supportive as I bumbled my way along. The speakers were ever so generous with their time and talent. Attendees were upset that they couldn't get to hear everyone.

When you do these things, the hope is that everyone has a good time and makes connections that help them and their business. All 55 had a great day.

I did some things that were unusual - like have a chaplain open and close us with prayer. I sure prayed a lot putting it together and it was only natural to have a 'sure fired' prayer there.

One guest said that she never knew the importance of attire in business. She was raised to know that if was clean and fit, it was wearable. Another guest said she didn't want to have a heart attack from stress - that runs in her family - so she was quitting her job promptly.

You see the range of influence from WOW! - the World of Working Women! It was WOW!