Trifecta

This week's challenge: Using between 33 and 333 words, compose a piece using the third definition of this word "confidence."

3 a: a relation of trust or intimacy >

   b : reliance on another's discretion 

   c : support especially in a legislative body

I had a little more trouble than usual with this week's challenge because the only thing that came to mind was a memorable afternoon of my own life, and somehow it seems like cheating to draw almost literally on that. But I got nothin' else. So here it is.

THE DAY I BECAME A CREATIVE DIRECTOR

Chicago's House of Blues restaurant was busy with the distracting din of lunch hour, yet I was able to focus completely on the paper in my hand.

“Well,” I said cautiously, realizing these words could not be taken back and would not be forgotten, “I appreciate the vote of confidence this represents.”

My boss’ face went from light to dark. “That’s not exactly the enthusiastic response I expected.”

I fought to not let myself get angry. Looking at the org chart he presented me as though it was gold, I just now learned I'd be managing a staff four. Starting tomorrow. Tomorrow!

“I’m sorry,” I said, not meaning it. Why should I be sorry for not being happy enough to suit him? I became a copywriter because I wanted to write – not to sit in meetings, conduct performance evaluations and justify the billable utilization of a creative team. I did not ask for this. I did not want it. He went ahead and maneuvered me into this promotion without even asking if it was how I saw myself. And now it was a done deal: BBC (Blessed by Corporate). “It’s just, you know, tomorrow. Wow.”

Placated, my boss smiled sympathetically. “Now don’t go second guessing yourself, thinking you can’t do this. I know you can. And I know you’ll love the bump in salary, too.”

“Thank you,” I said, appearing grateful but feeling desperate. Oh, I knew I could do this new job. I also knew how much I didn’t want to. I hate bosses, and, now starting tomorrow, I would be one.

It took me 18 months to get my finances in shape so I could resign. Too bad. I really enjoyed my erstwhile job there as resident underachiever.
 

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #168

THIRTEEN POPULAR TEEN IDOLS

The press coverage that accompanied the passing of Davy Jones and the fatherhood of Barry Williams leads me to believe that the spot our girlhood idols hold in our hearts is enduring. With the help of the Huffington Post and back issues of 16 Magazine, here's a list of 13 beloved teen dreams.

There are many who started as fave raves (Elvis, Sir Paul, John Travolta, Johnny Depp) but went on to accomplish much more. They're not included on my list because I'm focusing on those whose careers peaked with the love of 13 year old girls.

And now, in reverse chronological order, I give you 13 beloved dreamboats. Did you doodle one of their names alongside yours?

1) Jason Priestly. The good boy, Brandon Walsh, on 90210. Girls followed his adventures at The Peach Pit and in his beloved car "Mondale," all the while dreaming of a career as a journalist. Oh, and he had the prettiest eyes in prime time! Since that show went off the air in 2000, he's worked regularly in both TV and movies.

2) Jonathan Taylor Thomas. JTT broke hearts as Randy, son of Tim "Tool Time" Taylor on Home Improvement. It's no surprise, since he began his career as the son of no less a heartthrob than Greg Brady (Barry Williams) on a Brady Bunch spin-off. While adored for his All-American Boy looks, he's not visible in one of his most memorable roles -- the voice of young Simba in The Lion King.


3) Kirk Cameron. Growing Pains was a Top Ten show in the mid 1980s in large part due to "Seaver Fever," the affliction that kept little girls up nights, dreaming of kissing Mike Seaver. Kirk was considered so hot among the Teen Beat set that he was the star that commanded attention, not Leonardo di Caprio or Brad Pitt -- two actors who shared the screen with him on that show.


4) Malcolm-Jamal Warner. Theo Huxtable grew up before our eyes as the only son of TV's most beloved family. On The Cosby Show, he thought he was sooo smooth, and a generation of young girls agreed. Theo's academic struggles in a family of overachievers (dad a doctor, mom a lawyer) made him especially compelling and lovable. Warner has enjoyed a career, if not ongoing superstardom, after Theo, starring in Malcolm & Eddie on the UPN. Now in his 40s, he's still a working actor and has added "poet" to his CV.

5) Rick Springfield. Oh, Dr. Drake! Noah was of the sexiest doctors to ever don scrubs on General Hospital (and, I suspect, the inspiration for Joey's Dr. Drake Ramoray character on Friends). His recording career was very respectable. I love "Jessie's Girl," which won him a Grammy in 1982. I was surprised to learn while researching this that he was nominated an additional 3 times before the 80s ended.

6) Willie Aames. Curly hair. LOTS of curly hair! First he was Tommy Bradford on Eight Is Enough. Then he was Charles' best friend on Charles in Charge. He did a stint on a soap (The Edge of Night) and wrote an autobiography, Grace Is Enough, that chronicles the rise of his TV star, his descent into sex and drugs, and redemption through Christ.

7) Shawn Cassidy. The pretty Hardy Boy went gold with bubblegum remakes like "Da-Doo-Ron-Ron." David's younger half-brother has said that, for him, having a TV show and recording career was a rite of passage in the Cassidy household, something a boy did, like making the softball team. I think if David had taken it all as lightly, he'd have been happier.

8) David Cassidy. He was very nearly the Thinking Girl's Fave Rave. Life Magazine put him on the cover, christening him "Teenland's Heartthrob." Rolling Stone gave him a platform to express his angst. He was nominated for a Grammy as Best New Artist. Keith's role on The Partridge Family sitcom was negligible -- Danny was the catalyst for almost every plot -- but we all tuned in to hear him sing on what was undoubtedly a precursor to music videos at the end of the episode. Could anyone else make velour jackets or puka shells so dreamy?


9) Bobby Sherman. I admit it -- this one was mine. His photos covered my locker, my school folders, my bedroom door. I may not be able to remember where I left my sunglasses, but I will never forget him as shy, sensitive young Jeremy Bolt from Here Come the Brides. Also, Bobby Sherman was my first concert. My ticket was $3.50. Adjusted for inflation: $20.75. (You know, it still sounds cheap. Considering how badly he sang, it also sounds about right.)

10) Barry Williams. Ah, Greg Brady! We loved watching you work on your bike, learn to drive and accidentally dye your hair orange. The Brady Bunch never cracked the Top 20 Neilsen ratings in its five-season primetime run, but Greg's dreaminess has helped ensure its place in TV history.

11) Davy Jones. A naturally gift singer and mimic, he had a  career on the London and Broadway stage. But it was on TV, as one of the "pre-fab four" that he won international fame. The outpouring of love and sadness that accompanied news of his death tells us how important he was to a generation of girls who had his photo in their lockers and carried a Monkees lunchbox to school.

12) Paul Petersen. First as a Mouseketeer, then as Donna Reed's TV son, he regularly enchanted little girls until he was 20. To hear him tell it, being a child actor was a sad and bruising experience. He began an organization called A Minor Consideration to protect young performers and has been  upfront about insisting Kate Gosselin and Nadya Suleman to do right by their broods.

13) Ricky Nelson. Including him on this list breaks my heart because I think it broke his. He shared the screen with John Wayne. He successfully fused rock/country/folk. No less than Paul McCartney proclaimed him a great and even influential balladeer. And yet he never overcame being the dreamy baby brother who came into our homes every week with Ozzie and Harriet.

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Is this what they mean by "win-win?"

Last time John and I had dinner together, he was affectionately amused by the Cubs logo on my phone screen and the one on my jacket. "Promise me we go to a game this season!" he said.

Well, as luck would have it, The Houston Astros will be in town, within the Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field, the week of John's birthday! I got us OK seats (infield terrace) for Saturday and if we get there early enough (yeah, right) we'll get free Cubs wristbands.

He was so happy, telling me what a generous gift this is. Yeah, for ME, as well. There's no where I'd rather be than Wrigley Field.

Just call me Peppermint Fatty

It's a warmish, drizzly spring day, so I went into my closet looking for the little hooded golf jacket I've had for years. Imagine my shock, dismay and heart ache when I couldn't get it to reach around my big, fat middle.

This is a man's jacket!

I have been working out. I know I still eat more than I should, but I am eating less than I used to and better than ever before. And yet I think I have actually gained weight.

How depressing is this?

Because if I don't do it, it doesn't get done

Today is Administrative Professionals Day. I wasn't aware of it because I didn't pick up flowers for my own desk this week. It's the signage at the florist shop that has given me a heads-up in the past.

The head of HR sent an email to everyone in the agency saying that since all of our admins had enjoyed mimosas for breakfast, courtesy of the company, we should cut them some slack if they seem a bit loopy. So everyone who works here got a subtle reminder that today's the day we're supposed to say "thank you."

Today in our status meeting, I announced that I was going to Macy's (which is attached to our office by a pedway) to pick up a box of Frango Mints and a giftcard and I'd put everyone in the room's name on it and everyone owed me $5. That would give our secretary 4 pieces of chocolate and a $30 Macy's gift card. THAT I was very willing to do because there are only 7 people in our immediate group. That seemed imminently manageable to me.

No, my boss said, there are other people on our account who would contribute if only they knew about it. Um, they DO know about. Everyone got the email from HR this morning. For me, it was the principle of the thing. I'm not going to run around to *23* people, begging for money and getting signatures on a card. I'm just not. Who died and left me Mommy?

My boss realized he was pushing it and he did the incremental collection and he got the card signed. All I did was buy a bigger box of chocolates (I traded up to Godivas) and a more expensive gift card ($100).

I dunno ... maybe I'm still mad because I didn't get flowers from my teammates last fall when I was in the hospital. Because, since I was busy having internal organs removed, I couldn't run around collecting cash and signatures for the card.

I Want Wednesday

I want to be back in Williamsburg. My vacay zen feelings are gone, gone, gone. I keep fingering my Bruton Parish charm, hoping it will help me feel like I did when my biggest decisions were where to eat lunch and whether to see the presentation on Jefferson or the one on Washington. Sigh.

But I don't wanna!

The rumors are true. I'm about to lose my office. We all are. In an effort to save money (squeezing 3 1/2 floors of employees into 3 floors of space) and to be cutting edge (open work areas are thought to be "edgy" and "buzzy" and "collaborative"), we're all going into cubes.

I alternate between thinking it's really not that big a deal, that I'm being childish, and being sad for my plant and how he'll suffer with a dearth of direct sun, and how I'll suffer my own lack of the privacy I need to write … and maybe this just may be another kick in the pants that encourages me to switch jobs.

Cubs win! Cubs win!

A two-run single in the bottom of the 9th! Against the Cardinals, no less! And I missed it. I closed my eyes for a moment after work and woke up after midnight.

So far this season has been a challenging one. Maybe my NOT watching it live is really the secret to enjoy it.

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The Semi Charmed Meme, Part One

1. My uncle once: had a tortoise named Dog. It grew so big that he donated it to the Morton Arboretum. My uncle is no longer with us, but Dog may be. Tortoises can live to be over 100 years old!

2. Never in my life: have I smoked anything.

3. When I was five: I brought my Lassie dog with me wherever I went.

4. High School was: hell.

5. I will never forget: seeing Sir Paul at Wrigley Field last summer.

6. I once met: Bruce Springsteen. I know, I know. I have told this story online at least three times and you may be sick of it by now. If you still crave the details, here they are.

7. There’s this girl I know who: is in loooooove for the first time. I just saw my college-age niece's new Facebook pic. You can see it in her eyes as she gazes up at the camera and plays with her hair, her photographer thinks she's pretty and she revels in it. I am so happy for her.

8. Once, at a bar: I had a beer. I'm sorry, I got nothing else.

9. By noon, I’m usually: either ferociously busy or bored. That's the way my workdays seem to go.

10. "Last night: is the night I will remember you by. When I think of things we did, it makes me want to cry." For everyone who's not Bud, that's Sir Paul from Help!

11. If only I had: the freedom to reword this, I'd change it to, "My head I'd be scratching while my thoughts were busy hatching if I only had a brain."

12. Next time I go to church: I must thank God for my mother's recovery.

13. Jonathan Frid: was both cool and achingly sensitive and I hated how Angelique was so vindictive toward him. And he deserved so much better than that drippy Victoria Winters. (Yes, I was a fan. Big time.)

14. What worries me most: is that my oldest friend just won't do what it takes to get her daughter back on track.

15. When I turn my head left, I see: my living room window.

16. When I turn my head right, I see: my dining room table.

17. You know I’m lying when: .... I don't know how to answer this one. If I have any "tells," I'm not aware of them.

18. What I miss most about the 80s: My waist.

19. If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be: Katherina.

20. By this time next year: I hope my cat Reynaldo will finally be a good boy.

Bruce & Me & Wrigley Field

I'm in! My friend Mindy got us tickets. Not nosebleed,  but not on the field, either. But that's OK. There will be jumbotron screens. And The Boss, God bless him, is not my knight, and therefore some expense must be spared. So in all, this is good news. Very good news.

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: 'Til I Hear It From You

1. If someone, that you trusted, told you that your lover was cheating, would you believe them or not? There are so many variables here! I have been involved with a man I'd never believe it of, no matter who told me, and a man I'd know it was true about, no matter who told me.

2. What is something that you are disappointed about right now? Myself. I can be very lazy.

3. Jonathan Frid, who was the original Barnabas Collins on Dark Shadows from 1967-1971, passed away in Canada at the age of 87. Who is your favorite vampire? Barnabas, of course! I ran home from school every day to catch up with him. The Dark Shadows/Where the Action Is combo was the best hour of TV EVER! (BTW, Where the Action Is was a Dick Clark show, and we just lost him this week. Coincidence? Not with Barnabas involved!)

4. Should there be age limits on social networking sites such as facebook? Are you implying I'm too old for Facebook?

5. Tell us about your pets. Do you have one that you wish would run away? Three cats: Joey is a big old loving tub of guts. Charlotte is a lively and feminine little lady. And then there's Reynaldo -- the worst cat ever. I don't wish he would run away. I do wish he'd finally, FINALLY chill out.

6. Do you ever have a hard time with morals? I think at times, every one does.

7. Did you make 'a plan' the first time you made love or did it just happen? A certain amount of planning went into it -- I mean, contraception and privacy weren't standard issue in those days.

8. Do you agree that fame is lousy or would you love to give it a try? Why? I'd rather be rich. I can't imagine having my every move scrutinized, published and judged. I remember a most unflattering photo of Maria Shriver picking her teeth in her rearview mirror when she clearly thought she was alone. I thought, "God, how can anyone live that way?"

9. Do you believe in forever, as in 'love forever'? Yes. I still love every man I've ever loved. Relationships become untenable, but love doesn't die.

Trifecta

This weekend's challenge: A re-telling of the classic Goldilocks and the Three Bears story.

With Apologies to Robert and Danny and Gary

Oh, he was messed up all right. Here he was, predawn, wandering through Beverly Hills, and he had no idea why. Or how he got the beer in his hand. He remembered puffing some white widow before going to the club. Then he had a Courvoisier courtesy of his favorite bartender. A fan who remembered him from The Fillmore Family palmed him a pill of some sort, which he downed with Schnapps’. He needed a smoke and went outside. He bummed a cig from a stranger who knew him as “Buddy” and … somehow ended up on Burton Way with a light beer in his hand. He took a swig and wondered how people drank this shit.

Years ago, when he still had a career, he lived on Burton. Maybe that’s why he’s here. Maybe it’s time to go home and get some sleep.

When he lived here with his mom, he was the most popular child in America. TV Guide called him, “The Kid Who Saved NBC.” Tow-headed, smart aleck Buddy Fillmore, the precocious middle son of The Fillmore Family. Then his voice changed, his hair got darker and he sprouted up like a weed. He was 16 when the show was cancelled. Drinking went from his hobby to his avocation.

Somehow it didn’t make sense to finish high school. Not when you can have a gig with an entertainment news show, interviewing celebs at red carpet events. But that ended when leered down a starlet’s dress and copped an on-camera feel.

Then he did midmornings on local radio for a while. He liked that. Cigarettes and puberty gave his voice a great sound. But there was that controversy when he made fun of a sponsor during a live read and she sued. Hey! Who knew that Lebanese pastry chefs, not to mention the GLBT community, would be so sensitive?

So right now he was, as they say, “between engagements.” He felt sick. It would be nice to lie down. Good thing he was nearly home in his luxury apartment on Burton Way.

What they hey … Why doesn’t the key work in the front door? Oh, looks like he needs a key card of some sort now. Wonder when that changed. Was it like this in the morning? He couldn’t remember this morning. He really needed to lie down.

Fortunately he knew how to get in without a key. When his mother tried to get him to rehab the first time, she used “tough love” and locked him out of their Beverly Hills apartment. The one he paid for with the $100,000 per episode he made as that rascal, Buddy.

So with a jaunty wave at the lobby security camera, he went around to the back of the building. Since this would require both hands, he finished the light beer in greedy gulps, belched, and proceeded to remove the slats of one of the laundry room’s louver windows. He climbed in, bounced off a dryer and landed on the cement floor. He couldn’t stop laughing. Until he threw up in the wastebasket. Or maybe near the wastebasket.

Now how to get into his apartment? He stumbled into the hall and pressed his cheek against the cool wood of the first door he came upon. He knocked but there was no answer. Maybe Mom isn’t home. He tried his key and it didn’t work! Shit, he really needed to lie down. He went back to the laundry room, opened a supply cabinet and got out the janitor’s toolbox. You’d think the old fool would have moved it after the stink his mom made about him using the flat blade screwdriver. “Breaking and entering,” she called it. His mom always made such a big hairy deal out of everything.

It was so easy to get in with the screwdriver. “Mommy?” he whispered in to the darkness. He didn’t want to startle her. He’d just lie down on the sofa and catch a few winks. Except the sofa was different somehow. So soft! So many stupid pillows! What was his mother thinking, changing the sofa like this?

He stumbled up the short hall and hung a right. The master bedroom. His bedroom. Only fitting because he got the big bucks. He threw himself across the bed and lay face down a moment but the mattress was uncomfortably firm. What all had his mom changed since this morning?

He felt his way down the hall to the smaller bedroom. He burrowed under the comforter and pulled the pillow to him. Ah, just right! The last thought before he closed his eyes: Why does my mom have a Kung Fu Panda pillowcase?

The next day the grainy security camera footage and his mug shot made their way across the Internet and cable news: “Former sitcom star found unconscious in child’s bedroom.”

Forlorn

Both my best friend and I are thinking about changing jobs. And this makes me sad because if I make the move I'm considering it will be hard to ever see him again. If he makes the one he's considering it will be impossible.

We each have to do what we have to do. I understand all of it.

But the thing of it is, some of my most relaxed and genuine moments have been with him. It makes me sad to think they may be coming to an end.

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #167

THIRTEEN QUOTES FROM MARILYN MONROE

I have been watching Smash, the NBC show about the launch of a Broadway musical about Marilyn. One of the things that fascinates me about it is how it seems Marilyn -- a woman who died 50 years ago -- has never really left us. So this week's TT is a tribute to that beloved doomed icon. Her voice is so familiar to me, I can almost hear her say some of these things.

1)  “Ever notice how 'What the hell' is always the right answer?”

2)  “Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.”

3) “A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.”
 
4) “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”

5)  “I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.”

6)  “If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.”

7)  “If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.”
 
8) “Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.”

9)  “I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it.”

10)  “Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.”

11) “We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle.”

12)  “It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.”

13)  “Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.”

Thanks to Good Reads for the quotes.

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WWW.WEDNESDAY

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading? Mrs. Kennedy and Me by Clint Hill. You have seen Mr. Hill. He's the Secret Service agent who climbed on the back of the Presidential limo after the President was shot in Dallas. Now 80, he has finally written his memoir of four years on the Kennedy detail. While he enjoyed traveling to Europe and the Cape with Jackie, there's a pervasive sadness to his story because he so clearly feels he let her, the President and the nation down by not reaching the car a second or two earlier and taking that last bullet himself. His heroism is poignant and his service is important to remember now, when misdeeds by today's Secret Service are under so much scrutiny and receiving so much bad press.

 
• What did you recently finish reading? When I went on vacation, I brought along The Spellman Files by Lisa Lutz. It's Book #1 in a detective series narrated by Isabel Spellman, the middle daughter in a delightfully dysfunctional family of San Francisco PIs. I picked it up because Kwizgiver
is such a fan, and she didn't steer me wrong. It's low on violence and actually there's not much real sleuthing that goes on (the nearest thing to a real mystery isn't even introduced until past the halfway mark), but it's charming and very, very funny.

• What do you think you’ll read next? I don't know for sure, but maybe Found by Tatum O'Neal. She's been through so much, and so publicly. I'm curious about how she's doing -- as an actress, as a daughter and as a mother.

I Want Wednesday

I want LUNCH! Back-to-back meetings have left me starving!

Fascination Films

I got this idea from The Girl with the White Parasol. She brought up the topic of Fascination Films, defined as "films I don't consider great, hell maybe I don't even like them all that much, but they fascinate me."

Shenandoah (1965). James Stewart stars as Charlie Anderson, widower and patriarch of a Virginia family, dedicated to keeping his clan out of the Civil War.

I don't like Westerns as a rule. But every time this one turns up, I watch it. I have seen it so many times, in fact, that no matter what scene I find on TV, I can pick up the movie immediately and follow it through to the end. Yet I'm not sure I like Shenandoah.

As Charlie Anderson, Stewart is completely authentic. He's so good at being the center of this family that it takes you a while to realize what a hollow moral center the movie has. We're talking about the Civil War here: slavery and secession. How is a man heroic for not taking a stand on that?

Since the movie was made in the mid 1960s, I am guessing that it may have been crafted as a well-meaning argument for ending our involvement in Vietnam. But viewed on its own merits, listening to Charlie Anderson discussing the war with his family, we don't hear him speak against it because violence is wrong. We hear him rail against it because "it doesn't concern us." That may be a viable argument if you're discussing whether America should be trying to impose our way of life on an unwilling foreign land. It's not if the question on the table is whether your own neighbors, in your own country, should be allowed to buy and sell fellow human beings. The more often I see the movie, the more this isolation disturbs me.

And while the women (Katharine Ross and Rosemary Forsyth) in the cast are almost as genuine as Stewart and can be quite moving, the men are almost painful to watch. Doug McClure, Patrick Wayne, Denver Pyle ... They seem to have wandered over from the set of McClure's TV show, The Virginian. The Technicolor sets are definitely TV soundstage quality, as well.

And yet, and yet ... if Shenandoah came on right now, I'd watch it again. Stewart/Charlie has a scene at the end where he talks to his late wife, Martha, at her grave. He brings her up to date regarding their kids and their daughter-in-law, Ann ("You didn't know Ann, did you? Well, you'd like her, Martha.") and their grandchild and I mist up a bit. Maybe because the dialog is so sincere when he rails that only ones benefiting from the war are the undertakers, I can willfully ignore that he's talking about a sad but necessary conflict that brought about the emancipation of slaves and instead pretend he was talking about Vietnam or Iraq.

Now go visit The Girl with the White Parasol and read her take on Fascination Films.

A new photo!

I love it when I discover a photo of my idol, JBKO, that I've never seen before. Judging by her hair and the print of her dress, by the fact that she doesn't seem very pregnant, and that she's not yet the center of everyone's attention, I'd put this at late 1959/early 1960. My guess is that it's fall/winter in Palm Beach, FL, and everyone is assembled at the Kennedy Palm Beach home listening to her then-Senator husband.

I keep hoping if I look hard enough and often enough, I'll unlock her secret and be able to be more like her. I especially like shots like this when she doesn't seem to know she's being observed. I know that's kinda creepy when you remember this woman -- unlike, say, Madonna -- never courted the spotlight. But there you go.

Four stores!

All I needed was a simple silver chain. Just something to hang the new charms -- Bruton Parish church and a tag for Colonial Williamsburg. I figured I'd just buy a necklace, slip off the existing pendant and replace it with mine.

Claire's Boutique -- The clasp fell apart in my hand as I tried to remove the pendant

Old Navy -- Balls on the clasp make it impossible to remove the store-bought pendant

Sears -- The line at checkout was so long I thought I'd scream and so I left the one I'd chosen behind

Nordstrom Rack -- At last! (Cue the heavenly choir.) I had to break the crappy CZ pendant to replace it with my sweet old church, but that's ok because I had no intention of wearing it, anyway. (It was a gaudy little star.) Don't let the Nordstrom name mislead you. It was just over $21 with tax, more expensive certainly than Claire's but on par with Sears. And nicer. And I got out of the store before my hair went gray and my teeth fell out. (Geez, Sears! I tried to support you because you're an iconic American retailer, but yesterday sucked.)


I am happy. I love my souvenir. My talisman! When I finger it, I'll go back to the happy place.

Trifecta

This week's challenge: Check out the third definition of observe (below), and use the word exactly as it appears, in no less than 33 and no more than 333 words.

3: to celebrate or solemnize (as a ceremony or festival) in a customary or accepted way

The old man kissed her mother’s cheek and murmured something. Then he turned to Sherry, who stepped back and laced her fingers behind her back to discourage his touch.

“Sherry!” He said loudly, looking just past her as if making sure the whole family could see him and his adult granddaughter finally speak again. “Why is it we only see one another at times like this?”

She nearly snapped, “Because I hate you,” but one look at her mother’s red-rimmed eyes and Sherry chose the path of least resistance and said nothing.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said absurdly, as though he was somehow the host of this funeral and had invited her. “It’s important to observe events like Ted’s passing with the proper respect.”

She stomped on her own foot to help her hold her tongue and managed a slight nod. Why was it that, when surrounded by family, she had to fight reverting to her rebellious teenage self?

Satisfied that everyone had seen the patriarch enjoy a respectful moment with his troubled and troublesome granddaughter, the old man finally moved on, and Sherry could finally exhale.

Her husband appeared beside her and touched her shoulder. “You handled that like a champ,” he said, steering her away from the family’s earshot.

“That twisted old fuck!” she hissed, unable to hold back any longer. “So it’s ‘important to observe events like Ted’s passing,’ is it? I think it would have been nice for him to show affection for Ted in life, when it mattered. I know no one likes to be reminded of their mortality, and it was hard to see Ted at the end. But Ted was his son! How dare he play  powerful head of the family when he didn’t even have the guts to come to the hospice to say goodbye to his own child? I was there. Every damn day.”

“That’s why you were such a spectacular niece,” her husband said, stroking her hair.

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The TV Show Meme

Before reading the questions: Pick 5 TV Shows you like. They can be past or present. Hint: pick shows that you are REALLY into. Hey! no peaking at the questions! List them:

1. Mad Men

2. That Girl!

3. Moonlighting

4. Kate & Allie

5. Sex and the City


1. Who is your favorite character in 2? Ann Marie, our heroine

2. Who is your least favorite character in 1? Horrible Harry Crane, the media buyer

3. What’s your favorite episode of 4? The one where Kate sticks up for Allie at the risk of losing her job. At first Allie appreciates it, but as she endures hearing Kate tell the story over and over again, she resents it and loses patience. This resonates with me because I suffer from a bit of "Kate-itis."

4. What is your favorite season of 5? The ones where Miranda is falling in love with Steve the Bartender.

5. What’s your favorite relationship in 3? Dave (sigh) and Maddie

6. Who is your anti-relationship in 2? I don't understand the question, but I guess Don's relationship with Ann crusty old father would count as an "anti-relationship."

7. How long have you watched 1? Since the beginning

8. How did you become interested in 3? I fell madly in love with David Addison/Bruce Willis. (And remain so.)

9. Who is your favorite actor in 4? Susan St. James as Kate

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2, or 5? #1

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3? Wow, I don't know. Both shows have/had snakebit production schedules and took/take unexpected hiatuses.

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be? Kate

13. How would you kill off any character in 5? I'd let Steve's mother die a peaceful, natural death. She is suffering from dementia and I think it would be a blessing. 

 

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work? It would be hard, because the Blue Moon Detective Agency is in LA and Kate and Allie are New Yorkers.
 
15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple. Peggy and the new copywriter, Michael Ginsburg. (I'm betting this happens before the season is out.)
 

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5? I'd have to say 3 because of Agnes DiPesto, the receptionist who answers the phone in rhymes.

Shopping in Ye Olde Colonial Williamsburg

Oh, I spent too much on stuff while vacationing! But the bills haven't arrived yet, so why let it bring me down? Instead, let's enjoy a review:

• Peacock pearl earrings for my niece. Purchased at The Golden Ball, the Colonial Williamsburg Silversmith. She just got her ears pierced, and I think she'll appreciate the delicate blue/purple color.


• Dried lavender for my mom from The Colonial Garden. It was hard to get the stalks home and in tact, but my checked bag smells lovely!


• The official compilation of "scary tales from Colonial Williamsburg" for my nephew.

• Spiced chocolate sticks for my coworkers. Everyone on my team gets one, even the chocolate-covered spider. (Maybe it will sweeten her up!)

Oh, and I got more gifties for friends but enough of that yammering. Let's look at what I got ME!

Terrific little black clogs from a store called Shoester. I had just noticed at dinner the night before that I'd worn down the heels on my black/white mary janes and the very next day I fell in love with these. They're built like Birkenstocks, so they will be good for my feet, but let's face it, they're more attractive. The manufacturer is called Think! I found I could have gotten them for less from their website but you know, when I wouldn't have. I never, ever would have spent this much on a pair of shoes without trying them on first. The staff at Shoester understood this and was very helpful.

A charm representing my favorite Colonial Williamsburg building, Bruton Parish. This Episcopal church is a very serene old girl, surrounded by gardens and their own little cemetery. They have been holding services for more than 300 years. When I wear this on a chain around my neck, it will help me send my mind back to this specific happy place.

I learned something new ... or, perhaps, old

Behold the Colonial Williamsburg Printing Office and Post Office. Watching all the work that went into printing a newspaper back in the olden days was fascinating. Those dark round balls are rocks, wrapped in cloth and covered in leather. Mr. Printer Man dips them in ink and then rubs them evenly over the plates. Then he presses the paper onto the plate.

He told us that no one threw a newspaper out in those days, and certainly didn't share them. If you were lucky enough or wealthy enough to get a paper in the old days, you saved it and kept in your own archive. Books were even more labor intensive and therefore more rare.

Thomas Jefferson was a great lover of books and collected as many as he could find. When his family home burned down in the 1770s, it was the loss of books that upset him most. He set about amassing a new collection of books and was so proud of them, attached so much value to them, that he took the unusual step of getting two separate insurance policies -- one for Monticello and its contents, one solely for his personal library.