Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!



Counting my blessing today and you are among them! Wishing you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving.

Peace and joy,

Beth




Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Woman Who Can’t Cook and The Man Who Loves Her

Have I mentioned before that I can’t cook? Well, I can if I have a detailed recipe in front of me. Or if I only have to nuke it for a few minutes. Truth is, my mom never taught me how to cook and I never asked. Then, right out of high school, I went on the road with a band and didn’t have the opportunity to cook. I ate almost every meal in one or another restaurant for eight years. By the time I settled down with my husband, I had no desire to cook and when I did it always turned out badly. He, on the other hand, is an excellent cook. So mostly I rely on Chinese take-out, nuke-able food…. Or my husband.

This year he has to work on Thanksgiving. I thought maybe we could go out to a restaurant later that evening. Only, guess what, he’d rather have a home-cooked meal. That would be great if he were the one cooking. But he’s not. Nope. I have been elected. He knows how awful I am in the kitchen and yet he’s willing to risk it. Is that love or what?

So, I’m at the grocery yesterday, looking at all the turkeys. Steve said to get something small, around 8 or 9 pounds. I inspected everything there. Some were frozen. Some weren’t. Mostly they were all huge. I found some smaller ones, but I wasn’t sure so I called Steve.

“What brand is it?” he asked.

“Purdue.”

“Is it frozen?”

“Nope,” I said, poking at it. “It’s soft.”

“Fresh,” he said. “How much does it weigh?”

“Eight pounds.”

“And it’s Purdue?”

“Yup.”

“What else does it say?” he asked.

“Oven Ready Roaster.”

“Are you sure it’s a turkey? Sounds like chicken”

How dumb does he think I am? It’s surrounded by turkeys. The whole freezer display bin thing is full of different brands of turkeys. Except then I remember on the opposite end there were some ducks and Cornish hens. I peered closer. In tiny print at the top: Chicken. “Oops.”

I could envision him rolling his eyes.


It reminded me of two weeks before. I was trying to make an Italian recipe out of the Weight Watchers cookbook. It called for turkey sausage. Before I left for the store, Steve asked, “Are you sure the Acme has turkey sausage?”

“Sure. I’ve seen it there before.”

“So you know what turkey sausage looks like?”

“Yes. I’m telling you. I’ve seen it there.” I came back from the store, unwrapped the sausage and started slicing it.

Steve comes in. “That doesn’t look like sausage.” He picks up the wrapper. “It’s Kabasa.”

“I know. Isn’t that the same thing as sausage? It looks like a sausage.”

“It’s essentially a big turkey hot dog,” he said. “It is not sausage.”

“Won’t it work?” I asked, feeling awful. I got the raised eyebrow that said, no. “I’ll go back to the store,” I said.

“I’ll go,” he said.

Guess he didn’t trust me not to screw it up a second time. Yet, he’s trusting me with our Thanksgiving dinner.


Ah, my hero.

Of course, I will be calling him on his cell phone Thanksgiving morning asking for a play-by-play on how to cook the darn turkey. And yes, I did come home with a turkey, not a chicken or a duck. Amazing.

I also came home with deviled eggs made at the deli. I love deviled eggs. Haven’t had them in years.

Steve blinked at the plastic container. “I can’t believe you bought deviled eggs. You could have made them.”

He’s kidding, right?


* Stay tuned for Day-After-Thanksgiving report. That’s if I’m alive to tell the tale.

** If you have any secret turkey tips, I'll take them!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Has Been vs Never Was

This is sort of a depressing topic, but an interesting one. While digging deep to connect with one of my characters, I wondered: What's worse? Being a 'Has Been?' Or a 'Never Was?'

Has Been being someone who followed their dream, achieved success, then for whatever reason fell from grace or out of fashion.

Never Was being someone who had a dream but chose not to pursue it--due to lack of motivation, lack of confidence or fear of failure (to name three possible reasons).

The Has Been lived the dream then had it ripped away. I imagine some people handle it better than others. Maybe they find joy in retirement. Or maybe they explore new passions.
Then there are those who just can't let go. They cling to the past, hoping for a come back. They link their happiness to who they were, because, well, who they are now is just too dang depressing.




On the other hand, the Never Was lives with regret.
What if I'd had the courage to go to that interview/audition? If only I'd tried. Maybe I was good enough. Maybe I did have what it takes. What if? If only?
The unrequited yearning. Also depressing.

So which is worse? I'm hard pressed to say. But exploring both instances is indeed... interesting.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Inspiration -- My Fickle Friend

I'm over at Babes in Bookland today blogging about Story Inspiration. If you're so inspired... hop on over!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

What's Sarong With a Skirt?

Not that it will ever catch on in America, but . . . I actually find a man in a skirt kind of sexy. Is it me?










Wednesday, November 5, 2008

New Discussion Board!

Just peeking in to let you know I switched servers for my message forum. (Which is a seperate from this blog) You can get to Gabby Lane by clicking the tab at the top of this blog labled Discussion Boards.

Unlike the old board, this board doesn't have annoying pop up ads. However, if you want to gab, you have to register. It's no big whoop. Honest! No harder than signing up for a blogger name. I hope those of you who chatted at the old board will join the new board.

Or.... you can just lurk.

Hope to see you there!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

A Tuesday Ramble

It's Topcal Tuesday. But instead of focusing on one topic, I feel a ramble coming on.

First of, all, it's Election Day. I'm not going to talk politics but I am going to urge you to VOTE. Let's let our voices be heard, our feelings known! Huzzah!

Backing up a few days... November 1 was the launch of
National Novel Writing Month. Also known as NaNoWriMo. I've never participated. Just not my thing. But this year it came at a time when I was desperate to shove the internal editor off of my shoulder. After reading the concept page and then a kick-but past pep-talk from novelist Neil Gaimon, I signed up. Well! I've been more productive in (word-count wise) in the last three days than in the last two months! Also, I've rediscovered the joy and value of writing by the seat of my pants. To any other NaNoWriMo particpants out there--go, go, go!!

A few days earlier... Specifically, Halloween. I actually shared this on the
Babes in Bookland Blog on Sunday. Apologies to anyone who already read this, but for those who missed it...

First, let me say, that in preparation for the fifty or so trick-or-treaters that we had last year and the year before, we bought six bags of candy. Six.

We had five, that’s right, 5 trick-or-treaters. We’re still in shock. I can’t decide if it’s a blessing or a curse that we bought candy we personally like.

As for dressing up on Halloween… as a former entertainer, several of those years spent as a character actress, I’ve donned more than a few costumes. I’ve been everything from a showgirl to a mermaid to Sherlock Holmes to a bumble bee. I have costumes in my closet covering several decades. 40s swing dancer, 50s bobby soxer and prom queen. 60s hippy. 70s disco diva. Then there are the period costumes. Medieval, Regency, Edwardian, Wild West . . .

When you dress up for a living, you’re less inclined to dress up for the fun of it. You’re sort of over it, ya know? Or at least I am. Still, everyone at the library (my day job) dressed up for Halloween. I was going to go as a pirate, but then I noticed a Regency day dress in the back of my closet. A handmade period gown that I’d only worn twice in twelve years. I went as Jane Austin.

Or as my co-workers called me—Jane Awesome. Heh.

Patrons loved my costume. Or maybe I should say the women loved my costume. The men, it seemed, were more impressed with my Regency cleavage.

At one point during the day, I envisioned those museum paintings of the Regency women with their dogs. I envisioned a like photo of me in my gown flanked by my fur-babies, Cheyenne and Billie. When I got home, I begged Steve to take some pictures. He suggested the backyard. But our backyard is ugly. I insisted on the front yard. Only it’s not all that scenic either and the dogs were distracted. Steve only manged two decent pics before Cheyenne and Billie started going wild—barking and making general fools of them (and me) as someone walked by with their dog. *sigh*



So basically my beautiful ‘vision’ was a bust. Steve was right. Should have gone for the secluded back yard. Ugly, but no distractions.


Oh, and we shouldn’t have bought so much candy. At least I had fun as Jane Awesome.

So what about you? What's new? Ramble away. I'm listening!