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February 2011

On Ice

This evening, as the sun went down on a very, very cold day. . . I noticed a glittering in my front garden, right out my dining room window.


This little shurb (a Coppertina Ninebark) is playing host to some pretty impressive icicles.  (It lives right under a downspout from my eaves.)

Pretty, non?






In other news -- We have a winner in my Guess-my-Ten-on-Tuesday-Movie-List Contest.  Drum roll. . . the winner is JessaLu, who correctly guessed 4 of the movies on my list! 

I think this was a lot harder than I imagined it would be. . . and probably reveals just how nerdy Tom and I are when it comes to movies. . . and dialogue.  (For us, it's all about the dialogue!)

Here are the answers to my Ten-on-Tuesday movie list:

  1. "I don't know what to make of that.  I sure do don't." -- No Country for Old Men
  2. "Jane. Honey. Are you trying to look unattractive?" -- American Beauty
  3. "Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks." -- Forrest Gump
  4. "I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies!" -- Gone With the Wind
  5. "Women weaken legs!" -- Rocky
  6. "At my signal, unleash hell." -- Gladiator
  7. "I'm done with theatre.  The playhouse is for dreamers.  Look what the dream brought us." -- Shakespeare in Love
  8. "Hello, Clarice." -- Silence of the Lambs
  9. "Sorry I'm late.  I was taking a crap." -- The Sting
  10. "Round up the usual suspects." -- Casablanca

Thanks for playing along!  And, JessaLu -- watch for your exciting prize package. . . headed your way soon!


Snow Dog

Jenny loves to play in the snow. 


She likes just plowing through it and running crazy.


She listens for . . . things.  Live things.  She sticks her head down under the snow and roots about, (thankfully) coming up with nothing.

When the snow is deep (like it has been this last week), she leaps through it!


She's such a happy, snow dog!



Parlez-vous Français?

At one time, I could speak French.  Not with confidence, but I could carry on a conversation.  I could read novels in French.  I could play French Scrabble.  Or French Monopoly.  I could cook French recipes written in French.  I could sing French songs.  I could even think in French.

But not anymore.

Granted, it's been a long time since I've had any opportunity to practice my French.  And I'm still . . . passable. . . when it comes to reading French.  But, oh.  The speaking!  The listening!  Quelle horreur!


My sister and I are planning a trip to Paris ("April in Paris!"). . . so it's time for me to dust off those conjugations, freshen up that vocabulary, and se préparer à converser

Me souhaiter bonne chance!


A Word. . . is Worth a Thousand Pictures


This week, Ten on Tuesday takes you to The Oscars!  Yes, this week we'll be revealing our Ten Favorite Oscar Winning Movies.

Tom and I put our heads together on this list, and we decided to have a little fun with it.  Instead of listing the titles of our Ten Favorite Oscar Winning Movies . . . we decided to list a quote from each movie.  Play along -- and see how many of our favorite movies you can identify.  (A prize will be awarded to the commenter with the most correct answers.)

And so. . . here goes . . . Kym and Tom's Ten Favorite Oscar Winning Movies. . . in quotes:





  1. "I don't know what to make of that.  I sure do don't."
  2. "Jane. Honey. Are you trying to look unattractive?"
  3. "Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks."
  4. "I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies!"
  5. "Women weaken legs!"
  6. "At my signal, unleash hell."
  7. "I'm done with theatre.  The playhouse is for dreamers.  Look what the dream brought us."
  8. "Hello, Clarice."
  9. "Sorry I'm late.  I was taking a crap."
  10. "Round up the usual suspects."

How many of our favorite Oscar movies can you identify?

Two Years


Back in the fall of 2008, when my world was caving in, and I was first hearing the word “cancer” as applied to me. . . I remember hearing another phrase that stuck with me.

“Two years.”

My Mayo Clinic oncologist told us that if my chemo treatment was effective (and he predicted that it would be), after two years, he would consider me “cured.”

“Two years.”

Well, the treatment was effective.  In fact, after three treatments, I had a scan and there was no sign of cancer in my body.  And after three more treatments, another, and still no sign.   And today?  Still good.

“Two years."

My Mayo doctor never specified when the “two years” would be marked.  Did he mean. . . two years from the beginning of treatment?  Two years from my first clear scan?  Two years from the end of treatment?  I don’t really know.

“Two years.”

But what I do know. . . is that today is the two year anniversary of the day I walked out of the Cancer Center following my final chemo treatment.

“Two years.”  Today.

Beauty from The Beast

I always laugh when the weather folk come up with TV names for storms.  The Storm of the Century.  The Ground Hog Day Blizzard.  THE BEAST!


Whatever you want to call it, the storm did roar in . . . leaving behind a beautiful, deep layer of snow.


The snow has stopped now.  The sun is out.  It's clear but cold.


Jenny loves the snow.  She plunges right in!


My little Snow Beast!


Wherever you are. . . and however The BEAST affected your life. . . I hope you're warm and safe and plowed out!

Music and Poetry

Today is Silent Poetry Day on blogs around the world.  I can't be silent, though.  So, enjoy some music with your poetry today.



Kym at age 11 1970


you wore blue pedal pushers and polka dot tops

saturday mornings

when sun still spoke

through a screenless window above the sink

and the radio rested on its ledge

holding the jive of a dj papa

"the sounds of soul w-o-k-j"


nestled between some newly womanish hips

your hands submerged in lemon joy and breakfast dishes

while bottoms of bare feet


slopped and

ponied to four tops

impressions and


you were a girl with dixie peach bangs

hugging pink sponge rollers

and cashmere bouquet sprinkled

in the crease of not long opened breasts

who dreamed of boys

talking in poems

and moving in beauty like marvin gaye

will you remember this girl when you are a woman

will you remember to love her when she dances

across your dreams and kisses you

like a daughter

on the lips?

----- by Kelly Norman Ellis, published in Boomer Girls, edited by Pamela Gemin and Paula Sergi, Univeristy of Iowa Press, 1999



Yawn.  Prepare yourself for a real snooze-fest.  This week's topic is Ten Things on Your Nightstand.  No excitement here, folks.  Move on past; nothing to see.  Hit the snooze button and catch 9 more mintues of sleep. 

Because here is what's on my nightstand. . .


Not much. 

Let's see . . . we've got:

  1. Lamp
  2. Kleenex
  3. Alarm clock
  4. Hand cream
  5. Books (2 travel books about Paris; 1 collection of short stories by American women authors; and two inspirational books)

And that is all.