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A few things I learned from Sam Horn

Sam gave generously of her time when I simply asked for "Two minutes."

I love a good teacher.  And I’ve found that many times the topic of a well-taught lesson applies not only to the subject matter at hand….but also to life.   Take for instance these take aways from the round table discussion led by Sam Horn at the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop I attended this past weekend.

While Sam’s topic was on launching your public speaking career, I found they were also applicable to life.  Consider a few of her talking points:

PURPOSEFUL- What is your mission?  What do you want people to do after hearing from you or reading your stuff?

Have you ever been bored by a speaker who was a wandering generality?  Ugh!  But how about those who wander through life aimlessly?  I’m not talking about climbing the corporate ladder or goals as the world defines.  But rather for one to be in touch with one’s self and finding a rich and satisfying life, whatever that may be.

ORIGINAL- Sam mentioned Lynne Truss, that British Grammar Stickler who made English grammar a hip subject.  My thoughts- Conformity is a big thing in our culture; what a tragedy!  Whatever you are, be the best one you can be, Abraham Lincoln said.

PITHY- Isn’t that a delightful word? For speakers this means…make a long story short. I have a good friend who says, “I never say in a sentence what I can say in a paragraph.”  That’s delightful over a cup of coffee with girlfriends, but she knows that can be death to a speaking career.  To use one of my favorite quotes by William Strunk, “Omit needless words.”  Life application?  I think this can only come with an awareness of one’s self.  I absolutely believe however that every person has a tremendous something to bring to the world around them.

And there you have the title of her book: POP! Even if you’re not looking to launch a speaking career like I am, you’ll find her message relevant to helping you develop better business practices or provide great food for thought.

On that note….I will be guest on Deb Ingino’s My Wired Style teleseminar on April 29.  I would be delighted if you join us.  The details are in the side bar to the right but here they are here also:

EVENT: Theresa Lode – The Mother Lode- Special Broadcast DATE & TIME: Thursday, April 29th at 9:00pm Eastern FORMAT: Simulcast! (Attend via Phone or Webcast — it’s your choice)   TO ATTEND THIS EVENT, CLICK THIS LINK NOW… http://AttendThisEvent.com/?eventid=12477621 or To listen in by phone dial 631-478-6242 and enter code 549582#

Molly, the monkey smuggler

Don’t ask me where she got them from.  One day they just appeared in our home.  Molly named them all “Bob.”  (Do you suppose she got the idea from George Foreman?)  And there’s about five of them….monkeys.  Stuffed monkeys. And they’re all alike.

“I’m going to bring them to school,” she announced the other evening.  “You’re not supposed to bring stuff like this to school,” she added.

But my, she is a cheeky lass.  She takes after her mom.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

She shrugged.

All was quiet for several hours when I peeked in on her.  She was sitting on her bedroom floor amid a blizzard of material scraps, thread and lengths of ribbon.

She twisted her back to me so I couldn’t see her project and shooed me away.  (“DON’T LOOK!”)

I was pecking away at the computer when she appeared in the doorway.

“It’s a Bob Bag,” she announced.  She was holding her creation by two pink ribbons that served as handles.  It was a patchwork affair, possessing a certain charm in its shoddiness.

“What exactly is a Bob Bag?” I asked.  We moms can be such ignoramuses.

“Tomorrow I’m bringing all the Bobs to school in it.”

She tossed the pink ribbon straps over her shoulder; one of the Bobs was peeking out the top.

The next day she reported the monkey smuggling operation went well.  It may even start a new trend, she said.

Sounds like fun to me.  More fun than a barrel of…er, more fun than a bag of Bobs.

Shortly after this the phone rang.  It was Daniel’s 18-wheeler truck driver, telephone collector buddy who’s rigged a rotary dial phone into his Blue Tooth.  He’s going to be in Nashville; would we like to meet?  Welcome to my Seinfeld-ish world. You can’t make this stuff up.

So Jay and Daniel met him.  I thought about sending the Bob Bag and its occupants; the quirkiness just seemed to fit meeting a guy with a rotary dial phone in his cab.

For Molly, it could come in handy….knowing a long haul truck driver, that is.  Especially if her monkey smuggling business grows.

Wanna get a free copy of my new eBook?

(She draws in a deep breath because….well, this is new territory and because I’m going to ask you for something.)

Ready?  Subscribe to my blog…by January 15.

That’s it.

Click on the button in the left sidebar, enter your email address to subscribe and that’s it.  I’ll send you an eBook.

This is a shameless attempt to increase my readership base so there you have it.

I won’t send you junk email…won’t send cutesy forwards to you…or “if you love me send this back” emails.

Feel free to forward the eBook to anyone you think may enjoy it.    And as always, I welcome your comments.  (Especially positive ones since we writers can be so darn needy.  ;) ))

Oh.  Another thing.  I am VERY low tech so this is NOT an automatic download.  I have to check the blog for email addresses and then email out the eBooks.  And finally….this will be good until January 15 after which time it will be $5.95.  :)

Oh, one more thing.  You have to subscribe to the blog, NOT just the comments.  It’s a WordPress thing.  Why, I don’t know.

Ready or not….here I go!

Oh, to be like Erma

I think the transformation is coming along nicely….what do you think?  Maybe I should change my name to Theresa BomLode.

It’s almost here!!!

Here’s the intro to the 45-page eBook:

Introduction
Welcome to the dysfunctional world of Theresa Lode, AKA
The Mother Lode.
It’s a place where Shiny Object Syndrome (SOS) strikes with
alarming frequency, Amish Friendship Bread morphs into
“Enemy Bread” and chicken farming is begun on a whim.
Where the words, “Remember, we’re a nice normal family” are
regularly hissed at the kids and the bottom of an empty coffee cup
is thought to be one of the saddest sights on the planet.
The Mother Lode is all about finding humor in the challenges of
motherhood and life in the Middle Ages.
You’ll meet “Marcella,” my bad angel and “Angie” my good angel.
These two have a lot of discussions in my mind. (Some would
contend this is a basis for medication.)
If dressing rooms terrify you and your idea of a good time is
being alone in your clean house, you’re in good company.
As my Aussie friends say, grab a cuppa, put your feet up and spend
a little time in my dysfunctional world. Things in your world may begin to look better.

Stay tuned….

What assumes the lotus blossom position….

….goes “uuuuuummmmmmmmmm” and flies?  (I’ll just be waiting right over here, kay?)

Give up?

Aerial Yoga!

I stumbled onto this disturbing trend the other day when I was reading a local magazine entitled Me! Me! Me!

It’s a magazine devoted to narcissistic women, women of means.  This is evident by the advertisers, one of whom, I swear I’m not making this up, is a BOARD CERTIFIED EYE LID Surgeon.  (Buy one lid, get one free!)

But I digress.  I guess for those who aren’t interested in “Hot Yoga” (Yoga performed in a room hot enough to roast pumpkin seeds,) Aerial Yoga is for those seeking to bring their Yoga experience to the next level.  (Har-dee-har-har.)

My curiosity got the better of me so I did a little research.  “Unnata Yoga” (“Unnata” is Sanskrit for “unnatural,”) incorporates traditional yoga with the exhilaration of swinging from fabric bands. Think, flying pretzels:

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Not my idea of "hanging out" with friends.

Truly this can’t be healthy.  And I hope to heaven that if a person ever finds me in a predicament like this…

pleasehelpme….they will have the good sense to dial 9-1-1.  And quick!  (And then get me a cup of coffee.)

Yeah, yeah.  I know. Yoga moves can make a body more flexible.  And flexibility is something I take very seriously at my advancing age.  (Thankfully, I’ve discovered  the margarita-and-a-hot-tub move.)  It’s much easier on the joints and I don’t have to carry around a mat.  And trust me, the world is not ready to see this body in yoga pants.

Truth be told, those photos conjured up other, more disturbing, images in my head:

Coma_film_posterIf you read this medical thriller by Robin Cook, you’ll recall the plot:

Patient goes in for an innocuous surgery and is sedated to never to wake again so their organs can be harvested for the black market.  (Cue to malevolent music.)

I wonder if some of them were having their eyelids done…..

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The Mother Lode to appear in Success Magazine!

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This man, yes, THIS man was emailing ME!

Imagine my shock when I saw an email from Darren Hardy, editor of Success Magazine in my inbox.  This can only be good news. Success Magazine is one of my favorite reads; it’s bursting with encouragement and helpful teachings from some of the leading Zig Ziglar’s of the world.

But back to the email.  I’ve once again started trolling around  for paying magazine gigs.  And since the editorial calendar is usually several months ahead of time, one loses track of what’s submitted when it comes to articles…or simple article proposals.

So in a nano-second this is what runs through my head:

OMG.  SUCCESS MAGAZINE.  DARREN HARDY.  I wonder if I should get a new headshot?  Press release kit?  How many magazines should I ask for.  Oh!  The years of writing!  I’ve struck gold!  Woooo-hooooooo!  Or perhaps he discovered my witty repartee on Facebook and wanted to offer me a column.  Perhaps…..

Then the next nano second came.  And the party ended.  Marcella, my bad, annoying angel spoke up:

Uh.  You knuckle head.  You didn’t submit squat to Success Magazine.  Back off on the coffee woman.

Whoa Betsy!  I pushed back my coffee cup.  It does make me a little excitable.

It occurred to me then that perhaps I should OPEN the email.  Yes!  Open it. And I did.

Ahem.  Well, it’s not quite a column offer.  But he DID like a comment I left on Facebook regarding a darn-good piece on Edison.

This justified a miniature snoopy dance, I thought.  Not the whole enchilada…maybe just a little foot shuffle.

So now ladies and gentlemen, in January’s issue of Success, Yours Truly will be on the Letter’s to the Editor page with this brilliant comment:

“I loved this article about Thomas Edison! It encourages me as I raise my 15-year-old Edison. I often wonder what HIS mom went through.”
—Theresa Lode

Takes your breath away doesn’t it? Not quite enough for a publishing credit but hey, despise not small beginnings, eh?

And Mr. Hardy, if you’re reading this,  I’m ready any time you are for that column.

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The Mother Lode encourages young mothers

Another helpful installment in my series, “Ask The Mother Lode”

Now that I’ve been past the diaper/toddler stage in my parenting journey for many years, I’ll sometimes have younger moms ask me questions on this delightful stage of child development. Let’s look at a few of their inquiries shall we?

Hettie Underwood of LaVergne, TN asks:

Why is it that whenever my child has “poopy” accidents it’s diarrhea?

Boy, I gotta kick this off with such a toughie.   This one stumps even The Mother Lode.  It’s one of those inexplicable laws of nature.  (The other of which is that it’s only when mom has a fresh shirt on will baby barf on you.  If this is a frequent occurrence like it was for me, I recommend overhauling your wardrobe with clothes fashioned from shower curtains.  Granted, you don’t feel as “nice” but clean up’s a snap.)

And another, from a woman we’ll simply call “Emma” given the intimate nature of her question-

Why is that, on the day I’m most exhausted  is the day that my hubby will step into our bedroom and ask….”Should I lock the door honey?”

You could recommend your hubby get a concubine (it IS in the Bible) but I’m not so sure this is a good idea.  (Think of Sarah.)  But I *think* the real problem here is the fact that mom is exhausted MOST days.  I could never figure out how to mitigate the exhaustion so I’m afraid you’re on your own here.

Melissa Schnazleworth of CT asks:

If evolution is true, shouldn’t young moms have 6 arms and 3 sets of eyes?

Yes.  That was easy.  Next question?

Amy Butzlauff of Bad Axe, MI asks two questions-

Will allowing my child to watch 4 hours of PBS kids rot their brains out?

No.  I speak from experience and to this date their brains are still intact.  I think.

And speaking of PBS- Is Barney of the Devil?

Does Barney allow mom to get a little peace and quiet?  I rest my case.

And from across the pond, Sara from South End on the Sea, England

My baby’s binky/paci/soother dropped on the floor…should I sterilize it?

This depends on how many children you have.  If it’s your first child, of course you should sterilize it.  Number two child?  Check for any lint and pick it off….number three….pop it in your own mouth to clean it off….four….well, I’m not even going there.  I’ve heard things…..

Sally from Butte, MT (That’s NOT pronounce, “Butt” people!)

I swore I’d never use a dishrag  to wipe off my child’s face but I’ve compromised.  Will my child get a strange infection on their face from kitchen bacteria?

I don’t think so.

Shannon Starlight (C’mon is that your REAL name?), CA (Ah! That explains it.)

A lot of people, strangers even, will often tell me to Enjoy them while they’re little. This is usually spoken to me as I’m leaving Wal Mart with a car seat in one hand, groceries in the other, my toddler hanging on to my jeans and my newborn hanging off my chest.  How should I respond?

In cases like this….you have my blessings to give ‘em a haymaker.  That is, if you can find a free limb. If not,  you have my permission to ask if they’d like to share your joy and help you out to your flippin’ mini van.  (There’s a reason Honda calls their mini-van an Odyssey.)

I do hope you’ve found this little Q & A chat.  Keep those questions coming!

The truth is that having toddlers is hard, hard work.  And I believe that there is a sort of amnesia that we parents experience which is why we continue to have the little darlings.

Keep the coffee brewing and a sense of humor handy and trust me….one day you’ll actually have time to yourself once again. It’s a fuzzy memory, I know.  You may even be able to sit at your computer and compose rambling blog entries….

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Fun, Fabulous Friday

Elvis the Cow, Oil on Canvas by Jay Lode

Elvis the Cow, Oil on Canvas by Jay Lode

I have a variety of things to yabber about today.  First, if you don’t follow me on Facebook, you would have missed this:

Overhead by my son, 15, (who does not care for Dolly Parton): “You know, I think I know why Dolly got so popular….(mom holds her breath)….it’s because she has a nice….(Oh Lord! My baby’s growing up!)…amusement park. “Yep, son. You’re absolutely right…..”

To which my buddy, West Connor replied, “Those are the two most famous parks around!”

Ba-da-bing!

And this on the news last night:     (Sorry, couldn’t get the video to upload for some reason!)

http://www.fox13now.com/news/kstu-boy-takes-car-goes-for-joyride-avoid-churc,0,5535387.story

Smart kid.

Finally—I am actually working on pulling my book together, The Mother Lode’s Guide to Putting the Fun in Dysfunction.

It’s only taken about 5 years.  Or as Dave Barry would quip…I’m ready to start thinking about thinking about finishing the book.

Oh! One more thing…Jay’s latest oil painting will be on display starting this weekend at the Williamson Country Library along with other members’ work from art class.  That’s it up above.  Wondering where the name came from?  Stand back and look at the black around the head and tell me if you don’t see “the king.”

Hope you have a fabulous weekend!

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The Mother Lode’s Guide to Navy Terms

So Jay and I are having this discussion with a friend who’s a Navy SEAL. Or more specifically, a SWCC (say, “swick”). SWCC stands for Special Warfare Combatant Craft Crewman.
Wowsers, I thought. If that doesn’t describe motherhood at a soccer game…
I felt a little wistful later. The Navy’s always had a special appeal to me. I almost joined the Navy out of high school almost 30 years ago. Perhaps it’s this midlife thing again…I begin the downward slide to 50 manana. Or maybe it’s my teensy weensy crush on Mark Harmon, the star of my current favorite TV show, NCIS.

Isn't he dreamy?

Or the way I say, “You have the bridge Number One,” to Jay when I’m heading out the door to get my hair dyed. (I’m pretending I’m Captain Picard and he’s Riker.)
Or the urge to yell out “MAKE A HOLE!” and barge through with my buggy when people are clogging the aisles at Walmart. (I learned that phrase from NCIS from a scene on an aircraft carrier. Its literal meaning: Get your big butt out of my way, I’m coming through!)
So, I wandered over to a Naval website and realized that while I am past the age for eligibility (thank goodness!) my life has a certain nautical theme running through it.
Consider this excerpt from an actual glossary of Navy terms and their shocking similarities to motherhood: (My thoughts in bold.)

Adrift
Loose from moorings and out of control. Applied to anything lost, out of hand or left lying about.
As in: Since motherhood, my mind has been adrift and loose from its moorings. Also refers to car keys or a child’s shoe.

Anchors Aweigh!
Said of the anchor when just clear of the bottom. Anchors Aweigh — the official hymn of the United States Navy and Naval Reserve.
You’ll hear me yelling this before I step on the bathroom scale..

Berth
Space assigned to a ship for anchoring or mooring.
As in: Since giving berth to my three children, they have been anchored in our house. I suspect this has something to do with being adrift from my moorings.

BUDS
Basic Underwater Demolition School
On a much smaller scale, this refers to swimming with the kids at the Y after enjoying a hearty serving of baked beans at the earlier BBQ.

Bulkhead
One of the upright, crosswise partitions dividing a ship into compartments.
This, um, refers to that pesky PFD (Personal Floatation Device) located on my midships that has a tendency to, um, inflate, with age.

Catapult
Shipboard mechanism for launching aircraft.
Be here the minute our kids turn 18 and you’ll see…

Cup of Joe
Josephus Daniels (18 May 1862–15 January 1948) was appointed Secretary of the Navy by President Woodrow Wilson in 1913. Among his reforms of the Navy were inaugurating the practice of making 100 Sailors from the Fleet eligible for entrance into the Naval Academy, the introduction of women into the service, and the abolishment of the Officers’ wine mess. From that time on, the strongest drink aboard Navy ships could only be coffee and over the years, a cup of coffee became known as “a cup of Joe.”
Nothing profound here. Just an interesting bit of trivia for fellow coffee addicts.

DDS
Direct Deposit System
This abbreviation, when written on the calendar, strikes fear in the heart. It means someone’s got a dental appoint.

Fitness Report
Written report of an Officer’s performance of duty.
They offered one of these to me at the Y but I quickly declined when I was told it would involve an analysis of my bulkhead.

FY
Fiscal Year
A tip of the hat here to my hubby the CPA. He likes abbreviations like that.

Knock Off
Cease what is being done; stop work.
Slight twist of common phrase used regularly by parents worldwide, “KNOCK IT OFF!”

Mess
Meal; a place or group of officers and crew who eat together as in “crew is at mess,” “meeting was held in CPO mess,” or “she was the guest of wardroom mess.” Mess comes from Latin mensa, or table
Description of my house 45 minutes after I’ve cleaned it.

Plan of the Day
Schedule of day’s routine and events ordered by Executive Officer; published daily aboard ship or on shore.
Fantasy held by every mother (the “Executive Officer”) Often cast aside because life happens.

Saluting the Quarterdeck
Some hold that the salute to the quarterdeck is derived from the very early seagoing custom of the respect paid to the pagan altar on board ship, and later to the crucifix and shrine. Others hold that the custom comes from the early days of the British Navy when all officers who were present on the quarterdeck returned the salute of an individual by uncovering (removing the hat). The original salute consisted of uncovering. The salute — touching the hat to the seat of authority, the quarterdeck (the place nearest the colors) — is as old a tradition.
Again, another bit of trivia I found interesting. But still, I wish my kids would do this with me.

Working Aloft
Working above the highest deck; generally performing maintenance on the ship’s mast.
This happens regularly when I announce “It’s house cleaning day” and the kids mysteriously disappear. As in, Once again mom finds herself in the kitchen working aloft. Again, this is not a surprise for one who has lost her moorings.

I hope you’ve found this little guide helpful. Now, if you’ll excuse me….I have to get back to the bridge.

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