tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47674285149551358812024-03-13T12:21:06.839-04:00Miscellaneous MomentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-31850887733842250142016-11-22T01:42:00.000-05:002016-11-28T00:18:54.179-05:00Wood-Fired FavoritesThere's a new entry to the Indy dining scene, and if you enjoy wood-fired favorites, then Firebirds is the place for you. This eatery, which mixes an upscale and casual decor, will be an ideal spot for settings ranging from a planned special dinner out to a place to stop for Happy Hour with friends after work. Whatever your adult beverage of choice, the <i> FireBar</i> likely has it. There is a wall of wine that serves as a focal point in the dining room, and an array of other decanters on display near the bar.
Firebirds features a wide variety of options for the hungriest diner to lighter eaters.
Appetizers include lobster spinach queso, smoked chicken wings, chicken quesadilla and seared ahi tuna. The chicken quesadilla was flavorful with black bean salsa, corn, cheddar and pepper jack cheese. It also has sriracha sour cream for a hint of spiciness. As for the visually-appealing seared ahi tuna, it is a must try for seafood lovers.<BR>
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Regarding entrees,you can choose from pineapple chicken, pecan-encrusted trout and baby back ribs just to name a few. For steak afficionados, there is center cut sirloin, steak au poivre, aged ribeye, and prime rib. The prime rib can be ordered with a loaded baked potato and fresh veggies(pictured below). The prime rib was prepared just right with its pink center and slightly darker edges.<BR>
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Burgers and sandwiches are on the menu as well. There is a Durango Burger, French Dip sandwich and Smokehouse Chicken sandwich. The Smokehouse Chicken (pictured below) has java BBQ sauce, apple-smoked bacon, cheddar and red onion. The java BBQ sauce is sweet with a slight tinge of coffee flavor.<BR>
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Those with a sweet tooth will be pleased with creme brulee' cheesecake, warm chocolate brownie, key lime pie or carrot cake. The carrot cake was divine, and was accompanied by a side of caramel sauce to drizzle over it.
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Firebirds is located at 96th and Meridian. It is open Sunday through Thursday 11 a.m. until 10 p.m. and Friday and Saturday 11 a.m. until 11 p.m., with lunch and dinner menus available.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-46161811615014607852016-04-27T21:35:00.001-04:002016-04-27T23:00:20.901-04:00Introducing a Fitness Industry Novice So nearly four years after the fact, I have decided to answer the question implied in my last post "Did I ever start teaching Zumba?" The answer is a resounding "Yes!" Achieving this goal made me realize that a person really can do anything with some hard work and the refusal to give up.
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I taught my first Zumba class in December of 2013, after a friend offered me the option to work as a substitute instructor for one of her classes. That first class I was nervous, fearful of forgetting my 16-song routine or doing the wrong dance move at the wrong time. But you know what? It turned out great! I did it and after I did it, I realized that I had to focus seriously on obtaining my own class.
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So I started applying at gyms online and then following up with a phone call, well actually a few phone calls. My last call was to a well-known gym that was 1 mile from my residence. I wasn't expecting a positive outcome because in my mind it was the major league. The manager said they didn't have any openings but their other location in a nearby town (22 miles away) did. Surprised at my good fortune, I thanked her and applied online immediately. I was called for an interview two days later.
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The interview went well and not only was I hired part-time as a Zumba instructor but also as a Wellness Coach. Wellness coaching involves showing gym members how to use Cybex and cardio equipment. As an added bonus, my job involves providing encouragement and motivation to members. What's not to love?
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I never would have believed that a company would pay me, a newcomer, money to create choreography, music playlists and encourage others on their fitness journeys. It is all the more special because I am still on my journey. I have weight to lose and muscles to tone, but thankfully that doesn't stop members from coming to my classes or asking for my assistance in the Wellness Center. Perhaps it even makes me more relatable.
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I have now worked at "my" gym since 2014. I have taken training to teach other Group Ex classes, and am pursuing options to take my fitness career and my personal fitness to the next level. I can't wait to see where fitness takes me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-15854721466290276122012-09-17T20:47:00.001-04:002012-09-17T20:56:37.393-04:00My Fitness JourneyIt isn’t something I write about often, but it is a major part of my life. I want to become fit enough to teach Zumba classes. I have my instructor’s license, what I don’t believe I have is enough endurance to teach a 60 minute class. I can take a 60 minute class and even a 120 minute class, but teaching is different. I'm pretty sure being out of breath will not lend itself to leading a class effectively. I’ve worked out throughout my life, but sporadically, like do it for a year here or a year there. For awhile it was Stairmaster. I was queen of Stairmaster, for real. Then treadmill, which was quite boring. However, since discovering Zumba three years ago, I’ve found I want to work out often and more importantly, consistently. I love dancing, and Zumba allows me the opportunity to dance to my heart’s content as often as I want. Also, it has made me more open to trying other classes, such as Strike, a class with weighted bars and gloves.
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One of my biggest challenges has been finding a balance between food intake and fitness. I know I always will be a foodie. It is who I am. My goal has been trying to enjoy food and social activities without gaining the weight that affects my endurance.
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I think I am starting to understand what it takes to do that. It involves a no excuses mentality, which is easier to employ when there’s no cupcakes, french fries or pizza in your vicinity and no friends asking if you want to go to a movie , have a meal at Cheesecake Factory or Outback (Mmmmm Outback). In my case, all of the above happens often. I guess part of this journey will mean learning how to decline politely and keep focused on the goal. To be continued........Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-32569426505894228122012-06-01T08:50:00.000-04:002016-04-27T22:24:06.753-04:00Prime Dining on Indy's NorthsideLonging for the elegance and luxury of a classic supper club from long-ago with modern updates of the present? Then Ocean Prime, located at River Crossing, is the place for you. The decor at this Cameron Mitchell restaurant is inviting. There are spaces not only for dinner, but also to sip a hand-crafted cocktail or glass of award-winning wine, while socializing and listening to live music in the piano bar. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When it comes to food, there is something for everyone. The menu features a staggering 67-plus items, the majority of which are made from scratch. Also, Executive Chef Shawn O'Brien uses ingredients that are sourced locally, whenever possible. Meat lovers can feast on filet mignon (ranging in size from 8 to 12 ounces), the New York strip or a ribeye. The filet I sampled was tender, tasty and in no need of steak sauce or additional condiments.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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However, for those who like to enhance their steaks, a bleu cheese crust, béarnaise
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My personal favorite from the sea was the halibut, lightly seasoned with a lemon butter sauce and accompanied by crisp, seasonal vegetables. The fish was fresh, flavorful and had a firm texture.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As any foodie knows, courteous and knowledgeable personnel are key to a fine meal. That is why the staffers are required to attend hours of training not just on menu items but also on the importance of daily checks of all areas of the establishment, interior and exterior. Customer service is very important, said Greg Sage, Ocean Prime's general manager. "Our goal is to go above and beyond every night."
Ocean Prime opens to the public on June 7. Their website is www.ocean-prime.com.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-81411325541089144472012-05-20T14:46:00.001-04:002012-05-21T11:59:34.924-04:00In Gratitude to Donna SummerIt seems like my posts lately have been to say goodbye to music icons. I'm not sure if this is occurring because I am getting older, the icons were older or both. The latest entry to this list is Donna Summer. She passed away much too soon at 63. No words adequately can convey her impact on my youth. She was awe-inspiring! In an era of synthesized dance music, she was a true vocalist. She could cause me to get up and start dancing with an upbeat tune or touch my emotions with a ballad. As the following videos indicate, she had the ultimate vocal prowess.<BR>
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My goal was to see her in concert. I feared that would never happen since she did not tour the Midwest much during the height of her popularity. But as it turns out 20 years after her heydey, I did get to see her perform... from a 2nd row vantage point. She looked good, sounded great and the wait was worth it. Although the venue in Indiana was smaller and certainly not what she was used to, she made the audience feel they were just as important to her as if she had been singing at the Grammy Awards.
So thanks to Donna for being a positive influence in my life and the lives of her many fans.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-64909181192635487892012-03-10T22:42:00.005-05:002012-03-11T13:33:43.990-04:00Saying Goodbye To Two Amazing VocalistsIt seems 2012 is a year where celebrities are leaving this world more quickly than usual. There was the passing of jazz/blues icon Etta James, best known for the song "At Last", which she sang on Dancing with the Stars in 2009. She sounded great and seemed much younger than her 70 years. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GPBGIBc3YV4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Then, there was the incomparable Whitney Houston. I along with probably everyone else was surprised to learn of Whitney's death. Years ago when she was really having the lifestyle problems, I would have expected it. Lately, however, it seemed like she was trying to get back on the right path. I don't believe she ever would have reclaimed her previous glory, the music industry has changed too much since her heydey. But she could have had an impact again and parlayed that into something much more deserving of her talent than 2005's cringe-inducing reality show <span style="font-style:italic;">Being Bobby Brown</span>. Unfortunately, we'll never know what could or would have happened. All we can do moving forward is to enjoy her catalogue of music and movies, and await the release of Sparkle, the last movie she acted in (and produced). In closing, please indulge me as I share my two favorite Whitney Houston songs (videos to follow).<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kgxk02cPeNI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /> <iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6J538b-OLRU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-11464412977486204172012-02-01T20:53:00.023-05:002012-02-02T00:34:17.106-05:00Rest in Peace Soul Train KingDon Cornelius, the creator of the first nationally-televised music/dance show to spotlight black performers died at age 75. Apparently, it was suicide. It was a sad ending to a life filled with valuable contributions. I do not think it is overstating it to say that Soul Train bridged a gap between the races. If you were a child of the 1970s or 1980s, you probably grew up watching various R&B artists croon their latest hits and shake their hips. It was a Saturday afternoon musical treat for everyone. Cornelius would intro and interview the stars in his signature silky smooth baritone. He personified cool. But one of my favorite parts of the show was the Soul Train dance line. The dancers had style and took their routines seriously as you can see in the videos: <iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ov42Tzg4IqM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <br /><BR><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yrVPTsk04OM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />If you would like to revisit more Soul Train moments, hear interviews about its creation from Cornelius and comments from various recording artists about its impact, check out the 3-DVD set released in 2010, The Best of Soul Train.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-51705266679077934592011-12-29T15:56:00.002-05:002012-01-22T12:07:06.450-05:00The Girl with the Dragon TattooWhile this review promises to be brief, let me assure you the movie was not. It was nearly 3 hours and trust me it felt like it. In the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you that I thought the book was too long by about 200 pages, and although I finished the book, I did not think it was great. So why did I go to the movie, you might ask? I thought the movie would boil the book down into something palatable and time-appropriate for an audience of non-readers who would never waste hours of their lives reading the book. The story is about a journalist, Mikael Blomkvist , who is sued after writing an expose on a tycoon. The tycoon wins the lawsuit and it is a public embarrassment for Mikael. While he is deciding what to do with his life now that his reputation has been damaged, he is approached by Henrik Vanger, a wealthy industrialist. Vanger asks Mikael to help him solve a decades-old mystery in his family. Mikael agrees, but after working on the case for several days realizes he needs a research assistant. It is suggested that he contact Lisbeth Salander, the researcher who did the background check on Mikael for Vanger.<br /><br />The audience already has met Lisbeth as her tale has been running concurrently with Mikael's during the film. Lisbeth is a tough, solitary soul who lives by her own rules until she encounters a predator. I thought the sexual violence would have to be tamed down a bit from the book for the film to qualify for that "R" rating, but alas no such luck. I found myself shielding my eyes from the disturbing images. <br /><br />I believe Rooney Mara as Lisbeth and Daniel Craig do well in their respective roles. Mara goes above and beyond in a role that could either kill her burgeoning career or skyrocket it to the next level. But despite the acting prowess of Mara and Craig, two hours in, I really didn't care whether the Vanger mystery was solved or Blomqvist's reputation was restored. Of course, that might have been because, I knew the answers to both.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-19023256846385644752011-07-10T23:00:00.005-04:002011-07-11T09:34:50.543-04:00Sade Still Captivates ConcertgoersThe music of Sade is smooth, alluring and enchanting just as the band's lead singer, Helen "Sade" Adu. I went to a Sade concert in the mid-90s and enjoyed it but this time in Indianapolis was better. If I had only one word to describe it, I'd pick mesmerizing. Sade is someone who doesn't have great range as a vocalist and yet she is able to convey emotion in her songs effortlessly. She also isn't known for her skills as a dancer and yet concertgoers appeared hypnotized by her every move.<BR><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JVdwgF78WZw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <br /><br />Music has changed tremendously in their absence, but the London-based Sade has stayed true to their roots. They performed songs from the older albums as well as the most recent release of all new songs, <span style="font-style:italic;">Soldier of Love</span>. The show also featured the use of video and special effects, some with just the lead singer and others with her bandmates. Regarding her wardrobe, it was right on target....she went from a menswear black and white look with stiletto ankle boots to a white flowing dress with a red and pink bra as an accent. At the start of the concert, her raven hair was pulled back in the tight ponytail for which she is known, then set free later in loose cascading curls. She spoke only to introduce songs, express gratitude to the audience and introduce her companions on stage with a tidbit about each one. She concluded the segment with "this is us". <br /><br />As the end of the concert neared and I peered out the suite window at the almost-capacity crowd, it occurred to me that Sade knows their brand and their audience. My expectations were high, but Sade exceeded them. <br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lAOMHW_exKc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-563513771598972212011-06-28T00:00:00.006-04:002011-06-28T14:53:40.123-04:00Bibliophiles Who Adore Fashion Take NoteAn Indiana-area fashionista has a style guide being released soon. That in itself is good news for those who think the Midwest is a fashion wasteland. Of course, we who live here know that isn't the case. What's even better though is that the author, Jessica Quirk, is giving away 10 copies. Visit her page for details on how to enter to win: <strong><strong><BR><BR>http://whatiwore.tumblr.com/post/6764542061/what-i-wore-book-giveaway.</strong></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-12235203419236298152011-06-01T21:41:00.016-04:002011-06-07T10:33:44.536-04:00Bike The Drive, ChicagoApparently, every year Lakeshore Drive is closed to traffic so double-digit thousand cyclists can ride on it. I decided 2011 was the year I'd be one of these cyclists. So I asked friend C.S. to join me and off to Chicago we went. I decided to rent a bicycle rather than bring mine, because it was easier. Shortly before renting, I found out that some Chicago bike shops rent to another yearly event held there and worldwide. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVi04V9XDCZ52cGPJ3l9pGrnXIxyfXkN-e2oIFkgI00hpoMu-2aLc9JqI_fksWPcvdvQH0I939ifdSed6Diza36j4OOMAU5JBwVQFbXj3mxgMuMoeKDR7IYsAYNsqCuuZ5thageb_1uOr/s1600/victoriaflyer_sm.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVi04V9XDCZ52cGPJ3l9pGrnXIxyfXkN-e2oIFkgI00hpoMu-2aLc9JqI_fksWPcvdvQH0I939ifdSed6Diza36j4OOMAU5JBwVQFbXj3mxgMuMoeKDR7IYsAYNsqCuuZ5thageb_1uOr/s200/victoriaflyer_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613443690899895842" /></a> Who would want to ride naked? There are certain appendages that definitely are not meant for that. I cannot go into detail here about uncovered body parts, but there are websites that do: <BR><BR> <span style="font-weight:bold;">http://www.worldnakedbikeride.org/ and http://chicagonakedride.org/.</span> Trust me, you will not see anything appealing there. Basically finding this out meant I had to wipe the bike down with disinfectant before riding.<br /><br />The ride itself was enjoyable despite the rainy, foggy and chilly weather. After 3.5 hours on my bike and having been awake since 5 a.m., I was tired. I went the wrong way on State Street and ended up biking in downtown Chicago traffic...that was crazy. Clearly, I am not a skilled enough cyclist for that.<br /><br />At one point, I had to move to the sidewalk temporarily where I nearly ran down a pedestrian. I heard the words "Dad, watch out!" before coming to a stop inches away from him. I apologized profusely. Thankfully, the family did not curse me out. Then, to cap off my afternoon, I got drenched on the way back to returning the bike.<br /><br />Would I do it again? Of course, and maybe next time the weather will be better.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-27501856691340665342011-03-08T20:01:00.011-05:002011-03-09T12:31:31.009-05:00Should I Remove This Facebook Friend?I've been wondering about this question recently. I have guidelines about who I friend: I don't friend anyone I dislike or don't know. My philosophy is if I would not want to associate with you in the "real world" why the hell would I allow you the opportunity to read what goes on in my sometimes fabulous and sometimes mundane life. However, once I've added someone, I usually don't remove them. <br /><br />That brings me to my current dilemma. There is someone I'd really like to remove. I do not believe this friend (a former teacher of mine and when I knew him, a personable guy) will be posting on his wall anymore. If he does it would qualify as a supernatural act or miracle depending on one's perspective. As you've probably figured out, this facebook friend is dead.<br /><br />I asked a few folks at my workplace their opinions. Most said I should not remove him. One person stated quite convincingly that if I remove him, he might haunt me. I'm not saying I believe in ghosts, but when a potential haunting was mentioned, I thought why chance it? So what do you (the few readers of this blog) think I should do?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-74524925555452027032011-01-31T22:34:00.009-05:002011-02-01T01:20:28.516-05:00Why Can't I Just Buy A Car Like Normal Folks?That is the question that's been in my head for weeks. I peruse <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">webpages</span></span></span> filled with cars until my eyes start to blur, then I go roam the back parking lots of car dealerships in 20 degree weather (cause I want to see what they have in a tangible way without salesperson interaction). This always works, no one comes out to bother me.<br /><br />I stand there shivering until I have all the info. I think I need and then I walk quickly back to my car, taking care to avoid the slick patches of ice. I wonder how I ever bought my current car, a 1999 compact Chevy coupe. And yes, I bought it new. It was the first car I'd ever purchased, but my circumstances were different. I recall having to rent a car for a weekend to be able to drive to various dealerships to look at cars. I did not feel as much pressure then because a)I had only two choices that I liked, could afford, and had low % financing and b)I already had donated my hand-me-down Chrysler <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LeBaron</span></span></span> to a worthwhile organization and watched with sadness as they towed it away.<br /><br />This time is different. I have my car and although it has issues (air conditioner failure and an intermittent electrical system glitch) it still runs. Therein lies my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hesitancy</span></span>. I guess a big part of me doesn't believe you should purchase a new expensive item if the old, at-one-time-expensive item is still working. I know that I am in the minority with this thinking. I believe that is primarily because many people use acquisitions like cars to define who they are or boost their self esteem.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7XgVSvTB_NIDRbw8Daq9BC5u-7qUEZwy-4OCUrGge8rTS3Iqo3LN5G1cmOLIPItSquRDN2m22BGQ4ZNTahNzHBd_Lq4To_W1_nRt19sN6JjnX2ixgdw2LTjcYCDLnxE35nwJ2XDfMuVM/s1600/IMG_0278.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 57px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7XgVSvTB_NIDRbw8Daq9BC5u-7qUEZwy-4OCUrGge8rTS3Iqo3LN5G1cmOLIPItSquRDN2m22BGQ4ZNTahNzHBd_Lq4To_W1_nRt19sN6JjnX2ixgdw2LTjcYCDLnxE35nwJ2XDfMuVM/s200/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568535966937864994" border="0" /></a>My favorite car was a 1971 Cutlass Oldsmobile with a 350 Rocket engine and a sweet Alpine car audio system. It also had a heater that occasionally didn't work, an intermittent roof leak, and floorboards that had rusted to the point that it was possible at any moment I might have to power my car using the same method as Fred <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Flintstone</span></span></span>. As much as I loved that car, I knew when it was time to retire it. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">had</span> two cars at that point, and trying to keep them both while living in a downtown apartment was no easy task. So when someone offered to buy the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Olds</span></span>, I jumped at the chance. It helped that the person I sold it to was a fan of classic cars. I knew it would have a good home.<br /><br />So back to the present. I've looked at and test driven Nissans, Chevys, and one brand/car that I won't share (because I am all about the top secret). Who knows, if I fully commit to this process, I might end up with a car that I will love as much as the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Olds</span></span></span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-32786142280853648752011-01-03T20:56:00.022-05:002011-01-04T21:11:03.121-05:00The Best of 2010<div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011">OK, I'm nearly three days behind on this, but I thought it might be interesting to reflect on some of my positives of 2010. They are as follows:<br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011">Cupcakes-2010 was when the cupcake craze that has been in the big cities for years decided to arise in Indy. Many <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cupcakeries</span></span> opened to join local establishment, The Flying Cupcake. My favorite entry into the market is Gigi's Cupcakes, a franchise with <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_0">Nashville, TN</span> roots. Gigi's are the epitome of sugary goodness.</span> <span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011">I like them so much, I buy them for my very good friends.</span></span><br /></li></ul></div><div style="font-family:arial;"></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011">Save the Noggin Bike ride- What can I say? This September ride was challenging and inspiring at the same time. Challenging because I was able to ride 28 miles without any friends accompanying me. Inspiring.... because of the people I met . One participant, who I'll call SA, had just learned to ride a bike again after an injury that had occurred a year earlier. She and others said they felt the need to donate money and ride as a way to give back to the Brain Injury Association of Indiana, an organization that helped them . It was the most difficult athletic endeavor I ever attempted and completed, but by far the most worthwhile.</span></span></li></ul></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"><span style="font-style: italic;">Solider of Love (Sade)</span>- This was my favorite album of 2010. Sade hasn't changed despite a near 10-year absence from recording. The new tunes were as jazzy and smooth as ever. I could listen to them multiple times and never tire of them. My choice for runner-up would be the soundtrack from the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Burlesque</span>, and for happiest, bubbliest album... Katy Perry's<span style="font-style: italic;"> Teenage Dream</span>.</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"><span style="font-style: italic;">For Colored Girls-</span> I am usually not a fan of Tyler Perry-produced projects, but I enjoyed this because of the monologues (when do you see those in film?) and the talented actresses of color who decided to be a part of this film. Despite some weakness in the script, <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Phylicia</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rashad</span></span></span>, <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_2" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Anika</span></span> Noni Rose</span>, <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Thandie</span></span> Newton</span>, <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_4" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Whoopi</span></span> Goldberg</span>, <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_5" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;">Loretta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Devine</span></span></span>, <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_6" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;">Kimberly Elise</span>, and <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294106090_7" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;">Kerry Washington</span> gave it their all.</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011">Kindle-The best gift I never thought I needed, and yes now I love it. Finding engaging books to download that are being offered for free is like a literary treasure hunt.<br /></span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"><br /><br /></span></span></div><div face="arial"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span class="yiv525251802041345318-03012011"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-395507800092142012010-12-28T20:45:00.006-05:002010-12-29T00:10:52.008-05:00Farewell To The First Lady of Blue-Eyed SoulIn my youth, I listened to Teena Marie. Teena was a white girl who sang R&B at a time when white girls did not touch that genre...even if they had the passion and ability for it. I can remember listening to her albums filled with music and lyrics written by her, this too was an oddity in an era overrun with artists who were content to record only material written by others. Teena, also known as Lady Tee and Ivory Queen of Soul, was a protege, lover and friend of master of funk Rick James. The only similarity I saw between the two in terms of their musical expression was in their energy. Rick was cool (after all, he was the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">superfreak</span>") but I don't believe he ever had Teena's depth.<br /><br />After hearing of her death at age 54, I brought up Teena's name in conversation and found that some folks I know had never heard of her. I attributed this either to their youth or that they had never explored the genre that Teena seemed to love and to which she remained devoted throughout her career. I am including some videos for those who are interested in being introduced to some of her songs. Videos might take a few seconds to appear.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7yqIZ8VbHs?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7yqIZ8VbHs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYVWoi72Ow4?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYVWoi72Ow4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uW6MFlwAino?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uW6MFlwAino?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-33748135878534405282010-11-16T15:36:00.010-05:002010-11-16T19:44:58.985-05:00Someone Stole The Trek!That was my first thought when I pulled into my driveway last night to see my garage door open. The fear that went through my body was indescribable. Before I even did a check of my possessions, I knew it was gone. I didn't know how long the door had been open or how it had been opened...but I knew my beloved bicycle that I had for less than six months was a casualty. It took me a minute to turn off the motor and spring out of the car (yes spring) to see the empty spot that the Trek had called home. My body was shaking as I turned on the garage light hoping somehow that my eyes had deceived me and that it was still there. It wasn't. I called my mom, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">texted</span> a friend and did everything I could to keep from bawling.<br /><br />One of my best friends had the wisdom to insist that I call <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DK</span>, a guy who is knowledgeable about nearly everything, and have him determine whether the open door was the cause of human tampering or mechanical malfunction. It turns out it was a mechanical malfunction so basically the person who acquired my bike simply walked into my garage and rode the bike out. It was the ultimate crime of opportunity.<br /><br />I had a friend stay with the repair guy today while I put my detective skills, gained from reading an abundance of mystery novels, to work. I began my quest to find my bike. I drove through my subdivision examining every house as best I could while rolling past. My neighborhood has low crime stats so I did not see this action as risky. Then I decided to check out a nearby apartment complex. I rode through noticing an abundance of children's bikes and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BMX</span> bikes on apartment balconies, but alas no Trek.<br /><br />Then I turned into another section of the complex and pulled up to a guy parking my bike outside of an apartment. Seriously, HE and IT were right in front of me! At this point I had two options, call the police or do as my friend had suggested and simply ask for it back. She assured me that this method had worked numerous times during her youth (presumably when another neighborhood teen had taken one of her belongings). I thought about how this guy did not appear to be a teen boy who had grabbed The Trek just for fun. He was a grown man. I stopped the car and rolled down the window several inches.<br /><br />"Can I have my bike?" The words were out before I knew it. The man professed innocence and mumbled about how he got it from some kid, a response that probably didn't even sound believable to him. I told him I did not care where he got it, I just wanted it back. At some point, tears started flowing. He looked at me like guys tend to do when a female starts crying and said "There is no need for that". He looked perplexed and pondered my request for a few minutes that felt like a half hour . I could see his inner struggle. He finally agreed to let me have the bike. I went to my trunk, grabbed my bike rack and loaded the bike onto my car. Before I finished, he asked if I needed help with it. I declined. He shook my hand and I told him he was a good man and you know what..... I meant it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-67841784078351832232010-10-25T21:38:00.017-04:002010-10-26T19:40:26.162-04:00'Til We Meet Again.....Next Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtBxP0HasW0z9DgSjBcfcFeMeHHCJck61030Kxmcgq9rWN-CLgUy7lHxtYham-Tnh5HJlnXWwdIX2PKMpWLEs8FrkB1eeLelE4s_ComhnzNz7a_s_byR7g92bPOh-dAW3jDbdToSFcoR7/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtBxP0HasW0z9DgSjBcfcFeMeHHCJck61030Kxmcgq9rWN-CLgUy7lHxtYham-Tnh5HJlnXWwdIX2PKMpWLEs8FrkB1eeLelE4s_ComhnzNz7a_s_byR7g92bPOh-dAW3jDbdToSFcoR7/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532494506499382530" border="0" /></a>It is autumn, a season with scenery and traditions I enjoy. However, one aspect that I don't like is that autumn marks the time for putting away wardrobe items no longer needed for searing days and tepid nights. Recently, after a couple of chilly mornings, I realized that my manicured toes needed more shelter than strappy sandals, slides, and Barbie-like wedges could provide. So as I gathered up my footwear, I decided to take a quick photo to bid adieu to my most frequently worn summer shoes.*<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Please note the photo does not include athletic shoes or basic flip flops, which I refer to as "shower" or "around the house" shoes.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-16443208364327014292010-10-01T23:16:00.005-04:002010-10-02T11:39:02.596-04:00The Social Network (2010)When Nightline, 20/20 or similar news magazine programs feature a profile of the famous, notorious or both, I am glued to the TV. I want to know the specifics of the person..... Why did they do what they did? How did they succeed or fail? What obstacles did they overcome? So give a girl like me a free movie pass to The Social Network (the movie based in part on the phenomenon that is Facebook) and one would figure it would be the ultimate satisfying movie experience for me. But you know what? It wasn't. <br />
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That's not to say I disliked the movie. I enjoyed Jesse Eisenberg's portrayal of Mark Zuckerberg. Eisenberg does an effective job showing Zuckerberg's intellect and awkwardness, while hinting at a business acumen hidden beneath his nerdy exterior. Justin Timberlake also provided a good performance as Napster founder Sean Parker, who joins forces with Zuckerberg and Facebook co-founder Eduardo Saverin. Of course, my opinion of his acting might be influenced by the fact that Timberlake (whom I usually don't find that attractive) looked pretty damn good in this movie. <br />
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There was an abundance of dialogue, which is not uncommon for a movie that is in essence a character study. However, where it fell short was that at times it felt like a history lesson, albeit a well-written history lesson. If I wanted someone who knew nothing about the topic to understand the origins and popularity of social networking, I'd suggest they watch this movie. When it is released on DVD, I probably will purchase a copy for my mother so she will understand why I now have the latest news about the kin folk before she does.<br />
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Overall, I believe the movie accomplishes what it set out to do. On a five point scale, I'd give it a 3.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-72949517843175831902010-09-15T22:07:00.002-04:002010-09-15T22:10:32.728-04:00The Fates, by Lea RyanHi! I’m here on the Miscellaneous Moments blog having a moment (sarcastic laughing time). I wanted to write up something a little different than my usual rambling because, well, it’s such a special darn week. And I wanted to write something book related due to the fact that I’m supposed to be promoting my novel. <br />
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First, the title – MacDowell Sisters & AnnaBeth. That’s the name of my novel. The link to buy it is forthcoming. <br />
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AnnaBeth is the main character in the book. She inherits her grandmother’s mansion, and all sorts of weird things start happening. She starts hanging out with two old ladies named Vestra and Madeline MacDowell who turn out to be witches. However, they aren’t just regular old witches, they’re fates. They control the lives of pretty much everyone in the town of Fosters Branch. <br />
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You might notice that the title isn’t AnnaBeth & MacDowell Sisters. There is a reason for that. <br />
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I didn’t come up with the concept of fate being a person. In this case, I pulled the idea from Macbeth. Get it? (MacDowell Sisters & AnnaBeth) – (Dowell Sisters & Anna) = Macbeth. The number of witches in Macbeth? Three.<br />
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Here’s a bit on Wikipedia if you are interested in reading more. It’s in the Witchcraft and evil section –http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macbeth<br />
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Shakespeare didn’t create the fates either. In Greek mythology, they are Moirae – destiny personified. In Roman mythology, they were Parcae. They always seem to work in threes. <br />
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So, that’s the deal with fates and the title of the book. Thank you to Moore for letting me take up some space on the blog. <br />
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If anyone wants to buy a copy of the book, here is the aforementioned link – <br />
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http://www.amazon.com/MacDowell-Sisters-AnnaBeth-Lea-Ryan/dp/1453787399/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1284345371&sr=8-1Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-15037912519093984692010-09-12T00:11:00.038-04:002012-05-24T12:20:37.972-04:00Not A Fan of New RoutinesAs any reader of this blog already knows, I adore Zumba. It is a way for me to engage my love of dance while getting a great workout. In an effort to keep the class fresh and exciting, Cesar, the instructor likes to add new routines or revise old ones with new steps. Since I don't pick up dance steps as easily as I'd like, new routines occasionally spur frustration especially since I usually am in the front of the class. I try not to miss classes, but sometimes it is unavoidable. When I return, there is ALWAYS something new. For example, in one recent class, I was mirroring the class star (Queen of Zumba, D) when I realized a classic dance move combined with cumbia (traveling the floor) had been inserted into the routine. I believe D has had dance training and this move ignited such intensity in her that she nearly ran (or rather danced) me down. I had to jump out of the way because although I was doing the steps correctly, I was too slow. Imagine my dismay! Here's hoping that I can speed it up next class.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-20029822554303576412010-07-25T22:19:00.001-04:002010-07-25T22:23:23.897-04:00Observations During Twilight EclipseSince the Twilight diehards all screened the movie weeks ago, the theatre was virtually empty during the showing that my pal B and I attended. This meant a)we could dissect the movie without interruption from screaming teen girls and b)we could have three-fourths of the theatre to ourselves and discuss our thoughts while there.....stereotypes be damned! So here it goes: <br />
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1)Would anyone really believe that Edward and the rest of the Cullens are in high school? (FYI..this thought applies to all of the Twilight movies).<br />
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2)How many wigs is Kristin Stewart ("Bella") wearing in this movie and why can't the hair and make-up people make them all either black or dark brown, not both?<br />
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3)What's up with Jasper's wig? Also, why does Jasper have a southern accent in his "history" segment, but not as a vampire?<br />
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4)The original Victoria was more attractive and a better actress than that famous director's daughter who hijacked the role.<br />
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5)Why is Dakota Fanning in these movies? The lackluster role does not do her acting skills justice.<br />
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6)This movie is about a half-hour too long.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-1413840592543186312010-07-12T23:59:00.012-04:002010-07-13T01:47:56.182-04:00No One Likes To Be ExcludedA few years ago, I used to watch the MTV show <i>My Super Sweet 16</i>. Clearly, there was little substance to the show, but it was compelling because of the amounts those wealthy parents would spend on their young charges, and how demanding the teens were. Most expected the lavish party AND a brand new luxury car.<br />
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The part of the show that I found the most interesting was the party invitation process. The birthday girls seemed to relish this activity far more than the birthday boys. They scheduled the passing out of the cards in a public forum where the uninvited girls (yes, mostly girls) could be feel the sting of the exclusion. The camera would pan to those who weren't holding invitations, so viewers could witness their disappointment. 'Oh well, sucks to be them", one beaming birthday girl said facing the camera.<br />
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At the time, it occurred to me that this is not just a phase of our teen years. I thought about how many events I had attended in adulthood where a friend or someone from my social group had expected to be invited and was excluded or the times I had excluded someone (again usually a female). It is not a kind act. A fact that I believe you only fully realize when you are the one who is excluded.<br />
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But what is the alternative? Should you invite someone with whom you don't get along and then end up either ignoring them or arguing with them? That only makes it uncomfortable for the other attendees and if it is a special occasion like a wedding or baby shower, it has event-ruining potential. If you talk about the activity in the person's presence and he or she sees the excitement surrounding it, then what? <br />
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I don't know if there is a right or wrong answer to the aforementioned questions. I guess I'm just putting it out there as catharsis, and as something to ponder.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-91864966746693517912010-07-05T22:36:00.014-04:002010-07-06T00:54:26.823-04:00The AGE Issue-Part OneRecently, I was a guest at a wedding where the groom was 25. The bride who attended grade school and high school with me, is several years older than 25. Let's just say she could play the Lorelai character on the TV series, Gilmore Girls. She is about as slim and attractive as that character, too.<br /><br />While, I believe it is awesome that my former classmate's beloved is a handsome young man whom she connects with on many levels, it started me to thinking. Why does the age of women have to be such a big deal in our society and more specifically why do I allow it to affect me?<br /><br />An example... a person guessed me at being six years older than what I am. My response was shock followed by immediately texting my "in the know" acquaintances for eye cream recommendations. I did this even though I don't believe the person guessed me older because of how I look, but rather because of my demeanor and attitude. <br /><br />Years ago, I decided not to befriend or spend time with any person to whom the term bitter hag could apply. I've decided I need to let go of the age issue or I run the risk of becoming one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-7743716115693791432010-06-16T23:37:00.012-04:002010-06-17T13:18:26.712-04:00Still Lovin' The Zumba<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFb0b9CiZeJrUDV9r4wEmwATmXQ_-nEg5JOmHBzM-QBAnrMdFzK_6xODq6XTIwg5oSgn0xSXaU6Lfq6XI74VvFCcgw0s6GWRihx_jM7INWUWl63_frF2mBqH8WywFSw49ewUCteGwH1_C/s1600/image003.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 79px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFb0b9CiZeJrUDV9r4wEmwATmXQ_-nEg5JOmHBzM-QBAnrMdFzK_6xODq6XTIwg5oSgn0xSXaU6Lfq6XI74VvFCcgw0s6GWRihx_jM7INWUWl63_frF2mBqH8WywFSw49ewUCteGwH1_C/s200/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483590925083313650" /></a><br /><br />What can I say about Zumba? The classes I attend are fun and festive with a real sense of community. I never thought I'd enjoy dancing so much without having to go to da club. No late nights, smoke-filled rooms, makeup or uncomfortable clothes are required to participate in Zumba. You show up, briefly greet a few of the other devotees and then bust a move (check out my old school slang, y'all).<br /><br />My experience is best when I have the steps down and am surrounded by those at my skill level and above. I believe others in my primary Zumba class feel the same, because the first three rows on the left side of the class define the words in sync. There is one leader in our informal group, who I'll call D. Honestly, I believe she could teach Zumba or any dance class. When she misses a class, the sync falters. D is so essential, that when Instructor Cesar stops leading the class, the class continues without a glitch because all attention turns to D.<br /><br />I believe what I find most fulfilling is that in Zumba you communicate with others mostly through the dance and of course, body language. Words are rarely necessary. Nowhere else do I have that luxury.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767428514955135881.post-59370326505577582742010-04-18T22:35:00.008-04:002010-04-22T23:07:31.717-04:00First Concert: 5th DimensionLast week, I decided to ask those whom I see on a daily basis the following question: What was your first concert? I find this an interesting question because usually the first concert was not a concert the respondent chose but rather a concert that their parent(s) or some other random adult picked and as a child they sort of tagged along. At least that was the case for me. Those questioned ranged in age from 28 to 50. The answers were Doobie Brothers, The Jacksons (yes, those Jacksons), Clint Black, Johnny ("Secret Agent Man") Rivers and the 5th Dimension.<br /><br />Since a couple of respondents had not heard of the 5th Dimension, I thought this was a good time to spotlight this Grammy Award winning group that was at the height of their popularity from 1965 to the 1970s. I would like to note that when I saw them perform it was several years after that time period. The members of the group were Marilyn McCoo (she also hosted the 1980s show Solid Gold), Billy Davis Jr. (her husband), Florence LaRue, Lamonte McLemore, and Ronald Townson. <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">After watching some audio/video of this groovy quintet, feel free to share your first concert memories.</span></span><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ltTrFCn6zE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ltTrFCn6zE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzWPZP0iVlE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzWPZP0iVlE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LANwIgpha7k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LANwIgpha7k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1