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This past Friday night, around 9:00 p.m. we heard it again.  The awful thud that we’d hoped was a transformer blowing.  But nope.  It was yet another accident.  Exactly one week and one day ago, our son bit the curb out there.  This time it was more than that and this time it wasn’t our son. 

We heard no screeching of brakes, just a very large boom.  Someone blew through the stop sign at Jefferson and Bennett.  Actually, blew is an understatement.  I think flew is a better description.  My husband was first on the scene.  I’ve never seen him move so fast.  He parked his truck behind the vehicle that had the right of way and turned on his flashers.  I’m amazed at how many people tried to go through the intersection none the less.  Fire trucks arrived, two to be exact, the police were next and then the ambulance.  I didn’t get any closer than my house to the accident.  Some people have no problem with just cruising right on up there.  I’d thought about grabbing my new camera.  But I immediately scratched that thought.  Tragedies are not the kinds of things I want to photograph.  I’m not much of a gawker.  Even if I’m driving down the road and see some misfortune,  I don’t crain my neck further than it’s supposed to actually go to see what’s going on.  But my husband was down there and it was right by my house.  I met many new college kids in our area that night.

The car or truck I should say that ran the stop sign was totally destroyed.  I couldn’t tell what kind of vehicle it was until Frank told me.  I did get close after every one had been hauled away and the trauma part was over.  The bed of this pick up was completely wrapped around a very large utility pole that’s probably at least ten feet in diameter.   The cab of the truck had dismantled from the bed and traveled either 153 feet or 135 feet (I have a backwards memory at times) and ended up behind this great garden on Bennett.  There used to be a house there, what a disaster that would’ve been.  The people were still intact inside the cab.  They apparently were airborne as the pine trees had limbs clipped off rather high.  Can you imagine what kind of ride that must have been?   All the street lights were out and Frank had a big police flash light but still had a hard time locating the cab.  The driver of the truck had actually gotten up and out and pulled his passenger out when Frank found them.  It’s amazing they were all alive.  Even the guy who hit them (it wasn’t his fault) was OK and his car was pretty trashed.  The passenger recognized Frank from the Mall, so that was good to know she was that coherent.  She called him the next day to let him know she was treated and released with 14 staples in her leg.  These people should be spokespeople for Toyota.  Their truck was a Toyota Tundra, loaded with airbags.  That cab looked like it was covered with curtains when they hauled it off.

Look both ways, don’t speed and use your seatbelt.  Chill on the alcohol and driving as well, Frank said the smell was in the air.


Fender Benders, Hamsters & Yoga

This has been a crazy week.  Totally crazy.  I’m talking about last week, that started on Thursday for me.   Frank has been on vacation and my dream was to finish the details in our kitchen that we remodeled two years ago.  After some serious moving of electricity (because I wanted a light switch on a different wall) that took most of the day on Thursday, we now have over head directional lighting.  It’s awesome, I love it.

 Two hours later we heard a loud thud outside.  Another transformer blown?  Someone else have an accident at the intersection?  Nope.  It was our son who had just ran his truck into the telephone pole in front of the church across the street.  Nice.  He’s been driving all of two months.  The road takes a little jaunt there and the curbing is all broken as people hit it all of the time.  We place the hubcaps that people lose when they side swipe the curb out against the street sign poles hoping they’ll see them on their way home from work.  Our son didn’t recover from the curb.  He hit the pole which sits an amazing two inches from the curb.  To make a long story short, he purchased part of a truck just like his for $300.  Together, father and son rebuilt the front end, tie rod ends and whatever else you need to steer a vehicle.  This took 4 days, and they just finished a few hours ago.  Amazing.  He can drive himself to school.

Our daughter attended a sleepover the other night.  The girl had two hamsters to unload.  Can I say no?  Nope, not good at it.  Never mind that we already have 3 cats, 1 dog, a fish tank, an alligator gecko and some hermit crabs.  What’s another thing to care for?  She’s in love with the hamster, completely.  I let her keep one.  She carried the cage around all day long outside, next door, or she kept it on the couch next to her.  Fast forward to 3:50 a.m. when our white cat,  Jackson decided to knock the cage off of her desk onto the floor in her room.  Lovely.  Hamster litter, busted up pieces of plastic cage and my child standing there wide eyed, with a death grip on a hamster.  Not exactly what one wants to view at 3:50 a.m. on a Monday.  I did not go back to sleep, I was wired and I will say I was angry.   When Lauren woke up the next morning, the fun began as we cruised pet shops for a new habitat.  I wanted her to have something easy to clean.  The easy to clean cages are not cheap, but it’s done.  Over with.  Hamster (Priscilla) has a happy home.





I still have no kitchen floor, no front on my bar and unfinished trim in my kitchen.  Priorities I know.  We’ve been having incredible weather for August, and I spent the beautiful Sunday morning at a wonderful yoga class, at a center where I’ll be teaching a class that starts this week.  I also spent some time on our deck, with my camera capturing hummingbirds.  This one is my favorite.



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Pottery Without The Wheel

We headed to Stockton Lake for a day of play on Sunday. 

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We also had to retrieve our daughter.  She was already down there camping with friends that we met years ago when I was teaching a Family Yoga class at the YMCA. 



The weather was looking creepy but we headed out none the less.  It continued to look creepy when we arrived for quite some time.   We didn’t care, it was still hot. 



We went ahead with our business of grilling hot dogs, riding the inner tube and making clay. 


Yep.  Clay.  The girls found a bunch of red clay in this one area and brought it to our hang out.  I couldn’t stand it.  I had to feel it, which led to crafting.  When the clay started to dry out we had an entire lake full of water to soften it up.  By the end of the day we’d made so much stuff we had to leave some it of there.



At one point, the girls covered their arms and legs in it.  I tried it on my arm, let it dry then jumped in the lake.  My skin came out feeling super smooth.  I was surprised by how easily it rinsed from our skin.  And just think, some people pay oodles of cash for this at a real “mud spa.” 

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Some of the thicker pieces were still a bit damp, but the thinner ones turned rock hard in the sunshine.  So yesterday after the cleaning cycle finished on my oven, we decided to put the clay in there.  The oven was still very hot from the cleaning cycle.  The clay came out dry and some of it turned out very smooth from being in the oven.  Who knew?  I know without these creative kids, it’s not something I would’ve picked up.  Thanks guys, for a great day!


Chocolate & Avacadoes

Chocolate and avacadoes, I know.  I thought that sounded like the strangest combo ever as well.  Until this evening when I made this.IMG_0596  

 2 Avacadoes

3/4 cup Raw Cocoa Powder (I used Green & Black brand)

1/3 cup Agave Nectar

Pinch of Sea Salt


1Vanilla Bean (I didn’t have one, so I used the flavoring about 1 1/2 tsp.)

1/2 cup Water

The recipe also mentions adding 2 tsp. of cinnamon if you prefer, I didn’t this time.  Makes me want to go and watch the movie Chocolat again.

Put everything into a food processor, except the water.   Slowly add the water.  The more water you add, of course the thinner it will become.  I used the entire 1/2 cup above.  After tasting it, it was still too bitter for me, so I added more sweetener.  I think next time I’ll add less cocoa as the brand I used was really strong.  I suppose bigger avacadoes might be the ticket as well.  I had the smaller ones here at home.

This whipped up a smooth, light, creamy mousse.  I was tasting this and thinking how good it would be on vanilla ice cream, or mixed in with plain yogurt.  I guess you could thin it out with more water and have a nice sauce as well.  Looking forward to my yummy organic treat the rest of the week.  Just a few spoonfuls take away the chocolate craving.  And what a great alternative to those avacadoes that at times tend to ripen so quickly.



It Shined

it shinedI’m surrounded by amazing neighbors.  I am.  The week before my vacation, our neighbor to the south, gave my husband a signed copy of the book you see on the left.  I flipped through it and was immediately hooked.  I was 10 the first time I heard the Ozark Mountain Daredevils.  I heard them on my own, weird, little plastic, rectangular radio with the huge dial that I had in my room. 

Our house was a musical one.  My mom played accordian, I played violin and my brother and sister both played piano.  We had one of those rad stereos mounted on the wall.  You flew the front doors open and the speakers swung out to the side, then the turn table dropped down for the spinning of the vinyl.  And spin some we did.  On that turn table the records of Johnny Cash, Cat Stevens, Fleetwood Mac, The Mama’s & the Papa’s, Jim Croce, Elton John and the Eagles were played.  The Eagles were played so much that today I can only stomach them if it’s my husband strumming their stuff on his guitar here at home.

I saw the Ozark Mountain Daredevils only once, late 80’s or early 90’s I can’t remember.  They were playing at a country-type bar that was located by the Wal-Mart on South Campbell street.  It was fun, it was crowded, it was a bar.  I also used to frequent the River Rock where Supe & the Sandwiches played quite often.  That was a fun time in my life.  And after reading the book, it was a fun time for them as well.

I liked the fact that several things around our area are mentioned in the book since they spent a lot of time here.  You’ll find the radio stations and personalities, the venues, the other musicians they were associated with and the places around the Ozarks familiar if you’ve lived here long.  I’ve lived here my entire life.  My mother-in-law is from Aldrich, MO.  I showed her a photo in the book of Ruedi-Valley Ranch (where they lived in Aldrich) and asked her if she’d heard of this place.  Her eyes lit up.  “Why yes.  My dad did a lot of work on that place.  It’s probably still there.  I could take you right to it, would you like to go sometime?”  Heck ya.

One thing I liked about the book is the easy flow, the sense of humor, the sarcasm and great detail.  I also liked the way the author never bad mouths other band members, even though the reader senses some serious tension at times.  The book pretty much sticks to what happened to them as a band.  So if you’re looking for a lot of personal stuff you won’t find it here.  There are tidbits but all in all, the story is the story of a band.  If you’re interested in and not bothered by the mention of recreational drug use, this book is for you.  If you’re interested in wild groupie stories and crazy rock-n-roll sexcapades, this  book isn’t for you.  The author does mention Connie Hamzy at one time and I think her name is misspelled in the book with an “s” instead of a “z.”  The story starts in the 60’s and ends in 2004.  That’s a lot of ground covered and it’s covered in great detail.  I think today we tend to forget what entertainers had to do to get a gig or make a record.  These days you just put yourself on youtube or audition for American Idol.  Enjoy this local rock-n-roll story.  It’s totally worth it. 

When I arrived in Florida, book in hand, the first thing I did was walk out to the pool with my camera.  My parents still have their huge Super Video sign leaning against their back garage.  I had to laugh as I shot this photo.IMG_0266  Any other day, the supe in super wouldn’t have meant so much.  Thanks for a great read.  The story really does shine.


An Afternoon With Misha

This past Sunday was a beautiful one weather-wise.  I’d been going non-stop since my return from Florida, as our daughter wanted to reconnect with every, single friend that she missed during the 45 days that she was gone.  I finally got to sleep in Sunday morning, which meant I missed yoga.  Last minute, in the middle of the day, I decided to take a class from someone I’d never heard of. 

I headed out to meet Misha and take her Dharma Mittracol1_photos7 class.  Misha had taken Dharma Mittra’s training and has been teaching his yoga in Japan.    Dharma Mittra is 70, and he’s known for his yoga poster of 908 or so postures.  Most centers sport one on their wall for decor.  I’ve clipped every article I’ve ever read about the man.  I think he’s amazing.  My favorite photo of him ever is one like this.  That’s actually him pictured left.  Keep in mind, there’s another photo that I cannot locate, in the same pose except he has his arms extended along the sides of his body.  Handless headstanding, on a sewer cap, in NYC. 

Back to Misha.  This was Misha’s first class to teach in English and you would have never known.  She led us through some meditation and chanting then we broke into Dharma Mittra’s Level II Vinyasa series.  I love a flow class, I do.  But this was a bit slower, tougher and man was it long!  I think one vinyasa lasted 15 minutes or more.  We did it twice and I loved it!  I liked the sequence and I believe my body did too.  I did come home afterwards  and work in the garden for two hours, so I’m not sure where the soreness is coming from.  Probably from both activities.  We ended our class with a nice supported corpse pose, Judith Lasater style with a guided relaxation by Dharma through Misha.

This was a great class, something new to me and a good practice.  I’ve also been enjoying the yoga ropes at Dynamic Body this summer as well.  Think I’ll stick with that for awhile too.  It feels good, it’s not at a place where I teach and it’s all for me.  Sounds selfish doesn’t it?

Enjoy the day.