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Posted in writing on 09/19/2011 by Susan ShaySecret Keeper Girls
Posted in This and that with tags Children, Christian, Christianity, God, Mabee Center, Religion and Spirituality, Secret Keeper, shopping on 09/29/2010 by Susan Shay
Above is a picture from the Secret Keeper Girl blog.
Last Saturday night, I took my 11-year-old niece to the SKG conference in Tulsa. We met several other girls (12-years-old and younger) and their moms for dinner first.
The idea of riding in a van full of squealing little girls was a little much for me, so I drove. I noticed at dinner, though, the girls from my church did very little shrieking, and I’m grateful.
Several of my favorite women took their daughters, so I had a great time at dinner. My niece did quite a bit of table hopping–proof she had a great time, too.
I was late getting our tickets, so we didn’t sit with our home group at the conference. If we go next year, I plan to get seats with everyone else!
So what happens at a Secret Keepers conference (beside enough little girl squealing to last me a loooong time?)
They used scriptures to tell the girls that they’re beautiful just as God created them. They are princesses in God’s house and don’t need makeup or tight, revealing clothes to be pretty.
They taught the girls several tests to see if their clothes are what a Secret Keeper should wear, called Truth or Bare Fashion Tests. If you have a minute, check it out. I know several adults who could learn something! (I certainly did.)
Their website has a secret for the girls to discover anytime they’re online. Go see.
I had a great time at the SKG conference, and only a couple complaints.
1- We could only find two (2!) bathrooms with 3 or 4 stalls each. I’m not sure how many females were in the place. I’m horrible at that kind of estimating. Maybe a thousand? If there were only 500, EIGHT STALLS ARE NOT ENOUGH!
And those were at the bottom of five or six stairs. I’m so glad I didn’t need John MyCane anymore. I don’t know what women in wheelchairs did. But, yeah, I could live with that.
2- The big complaint at this conference is the same one I have at many Christian functions–Women who think, because they’re at a Christian function, they can order others to do this or that, and we’ll do it because, after all, we are Christians. Do unto others. Right?
*Well!*
So I was directed to “move down” because some friends were coming from the nosebleed section to sit by them.
Hey! I paid for these seats in this section. Those people paid for less expensive seats. Isn’t it tantamount to stealing when they sit in seats they didn’t pay for?
People! What are you teaching your daughters?
Are you wondering if we moved? Yes. We. Did. (Teeth gritted.) Why?
I figured the message I sent my niece by letting someone steal seats was less harmful than the message I’d be sending if I punched out the over-bearing woman. 😉
I’ll have to check with her mother and see what she thinks.
Do You Have a Dream?
Posted in My World with tags Daydream, Dream, Dream Journals, Dream Sharing, Interpretation, Psychology, Social Sciences, Wikipedia on 09/27/2010 by Susan Shay“Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius and power and magic in it.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
This picture is from Wikipedia. You can read about Goethe here.
Do you have a dream?
That’s a sincere question. I used to think everyone had dreams but I’m learning ‘everyone’ is too big a brush to paint with. Some people are so busy doing what they do, they don’t have time to dream. Some have fulfilled their dreams and are living them.
And some think they’ve stopped dreaming altogether. Of course, it could be they call it something else–like someday–
“Someday, when I have time, I’m going to . . . .” To travel. To write a book. To become a photographer. To be a decorator. To fly. To run for office.
Or they might call it wishing.
“I wish I could . . . . ” You fill in the . . . .
A lot of people, once they consider themselves adults, think wishing and daydreaming aare childish things to do. And they stop. (Go figure.) But they might just make a wish at special times.
So I’ll ask it this way–When you see a falling star or have a birthday cake with candles to blow out, is there a wish you make over and over?
If there is, it just might be *gasp* a dream.
Okay, you might actually have a dream, even though you wouldn’t admit it out loud, even to the person you’re closest to in the world. So what? Dreams never did anyone any good, did they? Just dreaming won’t get a person anywhere.
But if your dream evolves into a goal–
“A goal is a dream with a deadline.” (Napoleon Hill)
So, do you have a dream? A goal? Something you’ve always wanted to do but have never found the time or $$ for? The first step to reaching a dream is to recognize it.
And acknowledge it.
So how about it. What’s your dream? Your wish? Your goal? You don’t even have to tell who you are.
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Disappointing Mary
Posted in My World on 09/24/2010 by Susan ShayYesterday I posted a question on Facebook and Twitter.
Hey Okies: Mary or Jari for gov? I hrd NYT is predting an easy win for Mary Fallin over Jari Askins. Right or wrong? (And how do they know?)
I hoped to get some answers (I like and dislike things about both candidates) but also hoped the question would bring to light predictions and how those calls are made.
Do they actually come to Oklahoma? (I wasn’t sure that the coasts even recognized Oklahoma as part of the US.) If they do poll in OK, do they only go to cities or do they go to smaller towns, too? Do they contact people who are truly going to vote, or do they just look at the way OK voted in the last election and go with that?
To be very honest, I’m about as unpolitical as I can be.
But here’s what’s funny–When I got home from work last night, I had a message that Mary Fallin is following ME on Twitter. Yikes.
Boy is she going to be disappointed.
😉
Being Terminally Curious I wonder about other people. I know they’re out there, the folks who love politics and get a charge out of knowing all about the way the country, state or city is run.
But that’s not me. When it’s time to vote, I’ll read up on Mary and Jari to find out what they’re promising. Trouble is, I’m a skeptic. I know they won’t be able to keep every promise they make. They probably don’t even want to keep them all.
For most people, that’s just the way of the world. No big deal.
But I’m not most people. What I need to know about a person running for office is about their integrity. I firmly believe a person is only as good as her word.
If you’re a liar or a cheat, I don’t want to vote for you. Even if you’re only a cheat in your personal life or only lie when you’re talking to your loved ones, I still won’t believe in you. Because sooner or later, when the heat is on and you’re under great stress, you’ll do it to us, too.
You’ll cheat your constituents. You’ll lie to us and smile while you’re doing it. Because you can.
But if you honestly want what’s best for all the people, if you want all our citizens to live the best lives possible with jobs that pay a fair wage and affordable housing, and if you want all our kids to have the best education and future out there, and to be able to get it here, in our great state . . .
Let’s talk.
I’m Poll Dancing
Posted in My World with tags Arts, Recreation on 09/23/2010 by Susan ShayI don’t think I’ve mentioned in the last couple of days that I blog other places, too. Today, I’m at WRITINGSLUTS. And guess what! I learned how to make a poll. I might have gone just a little overboard. (I made 3. LOL)
No to the poll tax.
Yesterday, I posted on THE TWISTED SISTERS blog.
I hope you’ll drop by and say hi in both places. Be sure to do a little poll dancing with me while you’re there.
Pat’s New Old House
Posted in My World with tags Business, Consumer Goods and Services, Furniture, Home and Garden, House, Living room, Wood, Woodworking on 09/20/2010 by Susan ShayWhen G-Man’s father died, we bought the house to refinish and sell.
That’s been several years ago. Not exactly a bargain after we’ve kept it this long, but we’re just about finished, and now I’m so glad he did it!
Before we bought the house, for reasons beyond our control, it had been neglected for many years and needed lots of work. Now it has it!
We pulled up old carpets and refinished the wood floors.
This is a picture of my wood floor at home Pat’s wood floor. The floor has narrower strips, kind of like you’d find in a butcher block.
It’s absolutely beautiful now that it’s been redone. Not perfect, but so pretty I can hardly wait to share.
Yesterday I went over to sand and paint the window seats in the living room and bedroom. I could just imagine them being made the focal point of the room. I’m going back to put on a second coat today.
This is a picture of the real window seat. You can see cardboard on the floor so my drips won’t mess it up. And there’s blue tape protecting the walls. I can only imagine how it’ll look when someone moves in.
Can’t you imagine the bedroom with the window seat with a cushion to make the backside more comfortable and piles of pillows? What an inviting place for a little girl to dream or read or write in her diary. (Do little girls write in diaries anymore?)
This pic is from decorpad.com
In the hallway, there’s a place built into the wall for a phone. Yesterday I told G-Man that we needed to paint it, too, so it would match the rest of the woodwork.
“I don’t know if I want to do that. My granddad made it for my mom. When they built the house, she called and asked him to build it. This is the original condition.”
I couldn’t stand it. Not only did I NOT want to paint it, I didn’t want to sell it with the house. Knowing who’d built it, I wanted to keep it so we’d always have a connection to his mom’s dad.
So I asked him to remove it and bring it home. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it once I get it home. Hang it on the wall, probably. I’ll share it with you when I do!
Here it is!!! It’s setting on a yellow tote lid. Try to ignore the dust. 😛
Isn’t it beautiful???
Memories
Posted in My World with tags Branson, Memory Barn, Writing Sluts on 09/16/2010 by Susan ShayI’m talking about memories and my visit to the Memory Barn in Branson over Labor Day at Writing Sluts today.
Come on over and see what I found in Branson!
What About Names?
Posted in My World with tags Fish, James Bond, lake, Lake Taneycomo, Outdoors, Recreation, Shepherd of the Hills Fish Hatchery, Trout on 09/15/2010 by Susan ShayIf you talk to a writer, one of the things they fixate on is character names. Unlike real life, for our main characters, the names have to be perfect. A tough guy has to have a tough name. A stand-on-her-own-feet woman needs a beautiful name that doesn’t sound like a little girl.
The name needs to fit!
More about names in a few.
Know what’s in this picture?
It’s hard to tell, but it’s a “hover” of trout. (That’s another hint about where I’m leading. More about that later. Read on!)
On our trip to Branson, G-Man and I went to the Shepherd of the Hills Fish Hatchery. We’ve been there before, but always enjoy going back. I love to fish (although I’ve never fished around Branson) and someday I’m going to learn to fly fish!
They have lots of pools of trout in sizes starting at about the length of your pinky (maybe that’s why they call them fingerlings) to the ones you see above.
There’s even fish food available to feed them. The jump on each nibble like shiver of sharks in a James Bond movie.
Just below the hatchery is what looks to me like a river, but I think it’s Lake Taneycomo, just at the foot of Tablerock dam.
This is looking down Taneycomo.
Looking toward the dam. Fishermen waded all the way across the lake right here, and kids played everywhere without parents having to worry too much.
These little girls had a cute puppy. At first, they put him down so he could wade in the water, he acted like a cat–hiked his back and lifted first one foot, and then the other, trying to shake the water off.
They picked him up right away.
I asked the girl’s mother’s permission before I took this picture. Aren’t they both adorable?
While we were at the hatchery, G-Man and I saw two couples from C Town! One was a couple I knew individually, but didn’t know were together until they surprised us while we were fish watching. (Hi, Lori and Michael!)
Being terminally curious, I was full of questions but didn’t have the guts to ask. Luckily, I happened onto Lori in the bathroom, where I got the scoop. Talk about being out of the know! I’m so glad I had a chance to catch up.
They’re both so nice, and just perfect for each other. 😛
G-Man and I drove up river to a turnout so I could get these pictures of Taneycomo.
Those are fishing boats, dotting the lake. Must be deeper here than near the dam.
The lake is small, but beautiful. Made me wish I had a boat so I could see more of it.
Group names–
So I called it a “hover” of trout. Did you know that a school of trout is a hover? I got an information sheet with a few other names of animal groups.
Here are the most interesting:
(From a give away at the Shepherd of the Hills Hatchery Fish Hatchery information center.)
A group of badgers is a Cete.
A group of moles is a Labor.
A group of cockroaches is an Intrusion! (No kidding.)
A group of owls is a Parliament.
A group of ravens is an Unkindness.
A group of eagles is a Convocation.
And my favorite–A group of buzzards is a Wake.
Rhinoceroses–a crash.
Porcupines–a prickle.
Kangaroos–a troop.
And elephants? A herd. (Didn’t work real hard on that one, did they?)
The group names really kind of make sense, don’t they? How many did you already know?
Mullendore Mansion aka The Haunted House
Posted in Small Town with tags Business and Economy, Christmas, Ghost, Halloween, Haunted House, High school, Holidays, National Register of Historic Places, shopping on 09/14/2010 by Susan ShayWhen I was in high school, I dated one boy pretty much all the time. He was a nice guy and we had lots of fun together. Once we went to a party at Mullendore Mansion–the most famous house in C Town.
This picture is from www.ocgi.okstate.edu .
The house is on the National Register of Historic Places, and really does have quite a history. Naturally, all the kids in town believe it’s haunted.
Part of history: During the years and years when the place was empty, a friend, my sister and I rode our bikes over there and waded through the high grass to peek in the windows. We wanted to see the ghosts.
Luckily, we didn’t see anything (we absolutely would have wet our pants, and Mom would have figured out what we’d been up to) but we heard what sounded like a giant crunching on bones like Fritos.
At first we all froze. Then someone screamed (probably me) and we ran as fast as we could through the tangle of weeds. We jumped on our bikes and ran away as fast as we could!
Years later a family bought the house and moved in. They had two kids close to our age, so when they had a Christmas party, my boyfriend and I went. There were a ton of kids when we got there.
The parents said, “Hi,” and left us alone. (They went upstairs, so if things got wild, they were closeby to shut us down.)
Someone turned out all the lights, except the Christmas tree. 
I’d never been at a party like that before (I also didn’t go parking) so I wasn’t real sure what to do.
Good guy that my boyfriend was, he kissed me maybe once, then took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen where he turned on the lights and taught me every card trick he knew.
After that we told scary stories and munched on the great food the mom had prepared and no one else was eating. A few couples even joined us. 😛 (And that’s probably the reason my mom let me date him all the way through high school.)
This isn’t one of my friend’s card tricks (he was good, but not this good.) My thanks to Arkansas Cyndi for sharing.
Surprise!
Posted in My World with tags Amphibia, Animalia, Biology, Chordata, Flora and Fauna, Frog, gray parrot, Reptiles and Amphibians, Trixie on 09/13/2010 by Susan ShayI had a surprise visitor last night. G-Man was upstairs, getting ready for bed and I’d come down to throw something out in the trash. All the lights were off except for the one over the sink.
Naturally, I glanced that way.
At first I wondered if I’d accidently thrown mud or a grass ball earlier, while mowing. (If so, why hadn’t I seen it when I fixed supper?)
I looked closer.
It’s a tree frog. Can you see the little suckers on his toes? He’s hanging on the glass, waiting for a bug to get too close. (I’m hoping they eat spiders, too.) The pictures kind of look like he’s float in mid-air in my kitchen. But he’s not. He’s on the window.
This is the underside of a tree frog. I couldn’t get a picture of the topside. It was too dark out and would have required a flash. And that would have reflected back and blinded me. And the camera. 😛
Image via Wikipedia
This isn’t my tree frog. This one is found in Austrailia. But isn’t he cute? I’d let him live at my house.
This is probably closer to the way my TF looks. But this isn’t him. It’s Wikipedia’s.
This is mine. I’ll leave the light on again tonight and see if he comes back. If he does I’ll have to think of a name for him. Freddie, maybe? Not exactly original.
My cousin told me he’d had a TF live in his house for several weeks. Since then, I’ve wondered if his gray parrot, Trixie, put an end to the hopper.
You can learn more about tree frogs here.
Susan Shay 
