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Paperdolls

My Mom was a very creative person. When we were small, she made us groceries out of plaster of paris so we could play store. The produce looked SO real we wanted to eat it.

I’ll never forget my 6th birthday that had a Mary Poppins theme. She created Mary Poppins out of a hanger, sewed her outfit, including her carpet bag and this graced the center of my party table. We played the usual party games but I remember the prizes going along with the theme. I remember very specifically a yellow pin that looked like a parasol.  How I wanted to win those prizes!

When I was in fifth or sixth grade, Mom joined Weight Watchers. This was way back in the dark ages and, once her weight was lost, she became a lecturer for them.  She would draw her own posters every week to illustrate the point of her lecture and I think this was the first time I realized that Mom could really draw.

She drew a self portrait in the 80’s that my brother and sister and I saw here and there. We all agreed we needed to throw that away when we came across it while packing up her apartment last November.  She looked angry in the self portrait and I don’t think any of us wanted to remember Mom like that.

Mom was fun and she was unique. We always knew when she was angry though because her left eyebrow would raise, seemingly on its own.

I brought quite a few boxes of mom’s stuff home with me after we went through her storage units in May. I haven’t really had time to do much with them but I keep being surprised by the things I find when I take some time to look.

I was speaking with someone this a.m. who suggested I read The Traveler’s Gift. I told her that I have this book, it was in Mom’s things, and I pulled the book out of the box it was in while I was talking to her.

I just opened up the book and look what I found?

A little hand drawn, cut out, lady with a dog. I know Mom drew this. It’s like she’s still making me paper dolls. 🙂

Littering by any other name…

My friend J and I have been walking pretty regularly for almost three years now. (Wow! Has it been that long?) Our normal path takes us south down Keeler Avenue, east on 18th Street, then north on Johnstone Ave until we get back to her house on 12th street.

We call ourselves The Old Bat Patrol. Along the way, we pick up garbage. We even have garbage sticks and t-shirts.

It’s pretty amazing to both of us just how much garbage accumulates along this path when we are pretty diligent in picking it up four days a week. The main things we pick up are pop cups, beer cans, cigarette packages and The Hometown Shopper. Lots and lots of copies of The Home Town Shopper.

The Home Town Shopper is a Bartlesville Examiner Enterprise production. It’s tossed in the yards of every house on our walking path on either Tuesday or Wednesday, I can’t be sure. We even get a copy on the lawn of The Big House, which is currently (and noticeably) unoccupied. I pick them up when I mow the grass.

We don’t have a subscription to the Examiner Enterprise but are still the recipient of this paper that goes straight from my lawn into my garbage can. I unrolled the one above so I could take a photo to add to this blog.

Dear Examiner- Enterprise,

No one is reading The Home Town Shopper which you so generously toss on our lawns each week.

They run over them with their lawnmowers.

Leaving little schnibbles for us to try and pick up.

They just leave them lay, until they are yellow and so many in number that J and I pick them up and throw them away for you.

Sometimes, they land in the street (or are put there!).

When they look like this

we can’t pick them up anymore. They’ve become one with the asphalt.

We love walking, including picking up the garbage. It’s good exercise and it makes us feel like we are doing something possitive for our neighborhood.

I do, however, feel sorry for the advertisers in the Examiner-Enterprise who believe that there are people actually seeing their advertisements in The Home Town Shopper. It’s clear that no one is reading these papers.

It might be time for the Examiner-Enterprise to get into the 21st century and find some better way to help their advertisers get their word out. Hey, twitter is free! 🙂

Cardboard obsession

It has come to my attention, that I may be obsessed with cardboard. That fact hit me last night as we were opening the new Mr. Coffee maker that we had to buy when I took the old coffee carafe out of the dishwasher and it was broken.

David was helping me to get the new coffee maker out of it’s packaging. If you’ve ever done that before, you know that with the styrofoam, etc. it’s kind of a two person job. Especially if you don’t want to break the new carafe.

As I was unwrapping the machine, I was handing the packaging pieces to David. After I thought it was all unwrapped, he said, “Aren’t you going to take that cardboard off?” pointing to the burner. Lo and behold, there was the most beautifully round piece of cardboard I have ever seen!

He tried to take it away from me to put it with the rest of the discarded packaging and I snatched it back from him. “No! I want to keep that.”

I stood there admiring my beautiful cardboard circle. Honestly, I have no use for it but I do love it.

This morning, I looked across the room and saw this:

What is that? Boxes. More cardboard. I just can’t bring myself to throw them away. I might “need” them.

I also have quite a collection of these:

These come to  me when my pageant contestants send their headshots.

I suppose I should really just throw all of these cardboard fancies away but it makes me feel kind of good when I can recycle one of the boxes or the one time I actually used one of the flat cardboard pieces to protect a mailing.

You’ve seen, I’m green, I’m the Cardboard Queen. 🙂

The geek in me

I’ve written before about the fabulous info we learn at the Bartlesville Marketing and Communications Association meetings and I have another story for you today.

Last Thursday’s meeting was about the impact of QR codes on your business. QR code? What in the heck is that? The pageant isn’t like a normal business so I was convinced I would learn nothing of any use to me. I didn’t really even want to go to the meeting, I was that sure it wouldn’t be worth it. But I decided that had to go to the meeting because I am the secretary of the association and I didn’t really have a good excuse not to go.

I am not a secretary kind of gal. I take horrible notes. I get too caught up in what’s going on, or too distracted by other things if I’m bored.  Attention span of a gnat. But being the BMCA secretary is awesome because I get to live tweet the event. That keeps me interested, focused and occupied. 🙂

Once Scott got started, I was enthralled. How had I never heard of a QR code before? They are big in Japan and you can find them on buildings and billboards and CDs. They are everywhere.

What is it? It’s a code, kind of like a UPC code, that when scanned, will take you directly to a website, dial a phone number or send a text. How cool is that?!

I felt a little Veruca Salt-ish. “I want it and I want it NOW!”

I couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over so I could get to work on my first QR code. This thing that I thought would have no use in my business, I suddenly knew had endless possibilities.

Here’s my new non-pageant business card. The QR code in the lower right corner, when scanned, takes you directly to the Rott-I-Tude facebook page. Awesome!

Expect to start seeing these in my life. I will for sure be putting one in the pageant program book and am thinking of putting one this year’s t-shirt for the contestants. And now, you will know what it is when you see it!

Scott referred to me as a social media queen but, honestly, I think I’m just a geek. 🙂

Click the link here to see David Austin’s interview with Scott Townsend about QR codes.

In a foxhole

Today is my aunt Bonnie’s 75th birthday! Bonnie is my mom’s older sister. There were just the two of them and Bonnie was a big part of our lives growing up because she and Mom were close and we usually lived pretty close to them.

She is the polar opposite of my mom. Mom was always a dreamer, a little flighty – kinda like me. Bonnie represents a calm steadiness to me. When I was in bootcamp, our drill instructor asked us if we had to be in a foxhole with any woman who would we choose? I chose Bonnie.

Which bothered my mom. But I knew that if I were in a foxhole with my mom we’d probably end up getting our heads blown off and my best chances lay with her sister.

When I was young, Bonnie was a teacher. When I was in 5th grade, my regular teacher had to have surgery and Bonnie was put into our room as a long term substitute. One of my other uncles and aunt lived in Hawaii at the time and we happened to be studying Hawaii in school. When she called me out with this fact in front of my classmates, painfully shy little me wanted to just crawl under the table and die. I cried. I think that’s the only bad memory I have of Bonnie. 🙂

Last October, when I went out to be with Mom, I feel like I bonded even further with Bonnie. During the whole of Mom’s illness, death and aftermath, Bonnie did the heavy lifting. Oh we moved the furniture, but she handled the housing, insurance, funeral, etc. The heavy stuff. The hard stuff. She was there when I called, when I needed a shoulder.

I want to take today to tell you just how special Bonnie is to me and how blessed my sisters, brother and I are to have her in our lives.

I love you, Bonnie. May your day be as special as you!

Deductive Reasoning

The Hotel Phillips is a beautiful hotel located on Johnstone Ave in Downtown Bartlesville. The hotel was renovated not too long ago but when the new Hilton Garden Inn opened, it was understood that the Hotel Phillips would close. Later, I read an article that said that the hotel would be converted into senior apartments.

I didn’t realize just when the hotel would be closing until the week of the OK Mozart Festival when I walked by and the parking lot was empty. Completely empty. I took this photo on June 15, 2010. The hotel was always packed during OK Mozart due to it’s proximity to theBartlesville Community Center and it was just the nicest hotel that Bartlesville had. In my opinion.

Fast forward two months to August 11 when Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner were seen in the Bass Pro Shop in Broken Arrow and the Walmart in Bartlesville. My neighbor messaged me saying that Jennifer Garner was in Wal-Mart.

I’m glad she told me who was in the photo because I’m not a movie person and I never would have thought anything if I saw her there.

Then came the denial. No, there is not a movie being filmed in Bartlesville. But! I had received an email from the CVB asking for houses that could possibly be used in a movie being filmed in Bartlesville.

Having just gotten back from two weeks in Chicago, with stuff stacked all around the Garage Mahal waiting to be put away, I knew my unusual house did not fit their specifications and deleted the email. Also, it would take a WHOLE lot to dislodge me from my house.  I love being home so much that I cannot imagine an offer I would take. Have I mentioned I’m not a movie person?

Then came the announcement of a casting call for a movie being filmed in Bartlesville. No! Really??? This one was going to take place in Tulsa. At about that time, I started seeing five or six cars in the parking lot of the Hotel Phillips.

When the next casting call occurred in Bartlesville, add a 40 ft Budget rental truck to the mix at the parking lot. I’m sure they needed “stuff” to conduct a casting call and now that it’s over, the truck is gone.

However….

There are lots of cars in the parking lot now.

And lots of people (and dogs) coming out of the hotel. The lights are on at night in the beautiful Frank Phillips Suite on the top floor of the hotel.

So, this is my question. If you were going to film a movie in Bartlesville, would you take rooms at a local hotel, the nicest of which is the Hampton Inn where you can run into local people every minute you are out of your room, or would you rent out the beautifully appointed, recently closed Hotel Phillips that you could have all to yourself?

I’m sure we’ll hear denial like we did when it was rumored that Britney Spears was staying in the Mayo before it opened but it’s my reasoned opinion that the film crew for the Ben Affleck movie is headquartering in the Hotel Phillips.

Dear film crew folks,

Please make sure your Huskie is on a leash when you have it outside. Boo Boo the Wonderdog is 96 lbs of lean power and he is very hard to hold back.

Thank you,

Lauri

Family dinner

We went down to Louie’s in Jenks for dinner last night. It’s becoming somewhat of a Sunday habit with us. The weekends when Geoff is up visiting Nikki, we usually get together there.

Last night was no different. We got there around five and took a table outside. It was super windy but so very nice.

While we sat there, we started talking about Ryan a.k.a. The Dudelette. It seemed that since it was a family dinner, we should include him. So I texted him. Then I sat the phone on the arm of Vanessa’s chair so it would be like Ryan and Scarlette were sitting at the table with us.

Ryan wanted me to take a photo of everyone. Scarlette has only met me and I’m not sure if she’s seen photos of everyone else.

So first I took Brandon and Vanessa’s photo. Oh so cute! 🙂

Then I took Geoff and Nikki’s photo. I guess I should have gotten closer since the photo is tiny and I can’t make Nikki’s eyes stop glowing. I’m sorry, Nikki!

Then Nikki took our photo.

Way to go, Scarlette! David NEVER sits still for his photo to be taken. I have more photos of the side of his head than his face. I guess you have clout! 🙂

Then I told the Dudelette that they needed to send a photo to us.

He said,  “We’re working on it. It’s hard driving.”

Me: You’re driving?

Dudelette: Literally almost driving into guard rails for the picture.

Dudelette: And trucks!

Me: You’re driving?

Dudelette: Yup. LOL

Me: No! That’s not safe!

Dudelette: Multi talented, yup, knee steering and all.

Oy.

Scarlette sent a couple of those crazy photos then they pulled over to get a good one. Which made my knees less weak.

They were obviously in a different time zone than we were. And I was SO happy they were not driving but thrilled to see the seatbelt. 😉 And to see them, of course. 🙂

So that’s it. Life on the dude ranch at 65 mph.

Today marks 33 years since the death…

of my appendix.

It was summer vacation and I was working as a waitress at JoJo’s  in Hoffman Estates, IL. I had to work the dinner shift and as the night wore on, I started feeling sicker and sicker. Eventually I was freezing, wearing the manager’s jacket, and he said I really needed to go home.

I called my mom to come get me and she came to take me home. But I didn’t feel any better and she ended up taking me to the emergency room around midnight.

The doctors had a hard time trying to figure out what was wrong with me because I didn’t have any pain in my lower abdomen but, instead, had pain closer to my sternum. After many hours and many tests, they finally figured out that it was my appendix and they scheduled me for surgery.

As I waited in my hospital room for the surgery, my mom came in and she was crying. Thinking she would be relieved, I told her, “Hey mom, I’m going to be okay. They know what’s wrong now.” To which she replied,

“But Elvis died!”.

Oh.

Wow.

Well.

I guess I knew where I rated in the whole scheme of things.

Yes, Elvis, the King of Rock and Roll, died the same day as my appendix in 1977.

It’s kind of strange to remember the very day you had an appendectomy when you were 16 but given that Elvis died the same day, I am never able to forget.

And so, as it is every year, this will be a day given over to fond remembrances of the King and, of course, my appendix. 🙂

Cake!

I do love cake. It all started when I was in first grade at Highland Elementary School. There was a cake walk at the school carnival. I had no idea what a cake walk was but I love games so I got into the circle and began to play along.

As I remember, it was actually kind of like musical chairs except there was a chair for everyone. So around we walked. Then the music stopped and I sat in the chair closest to me. Magically (to my seven year old way of thinking) I won a cake! A whole cake. A big cake. A cake of my choosing from a whole table full of big, beautiful cakes.

I remember my utter disbelief at my good fortune. I couldn’t believe my parents were going to let me take a whole cake of my own home with me but they did. I chose a peppermint cake. It was pink and I had never had anything like it. Chocolate ruled in our house. It was in a 9 x 13 pan, too, which I had also never seen before and it seemed HUGE!

I believe that this one exciting moment in time is what caused my love for cake. I’m sure it was also instrumental in sparking my competitive streak. I learned just how sweet it can be to win!

My tombstone will probably read:

Here lies Lauri. She liked cake and she liked to win.

🙂

Operation Beautiful

I love surprises and games. The unexpected, the competition, well… they just do it for me.

The other day I was reading my book from the Bartlesville Library. As I turned the page, I noticed there was a note inside.

I have found many notes inside library books. Usually they have been used as place holders and are just scraps of paper that don’t really have much meaning. On a couple of occasions I have found a recipe left inside of a book which always seems like a gift because I love to bake and cook.

But the note I found this time was something very different.

I was sitting outside on the patio reading but I immediately tweeted the photo, minus the website. I didn’t know what the website would be about and thought I would check it out later when I went back in the house but I loved the message in the note. It made the retweeting rounds because I wasn’t the only one who saw the value in the cool message.

When I came back inside, I was very interested to go to the website written on the note. What an amazing discovery! The mission of Operation Beautiful is to end negative self-talk in women. The author,Caitlin Boyle, began leaving notes in public restrooms to let women know that they are beautiful just the way they are. In an effort to end negative self-talk which hurts you emotionally, spiritually, and physically, she began jotting down whatever message came to mind in hopes that it would bring a smile to the recipient and maybe just change that negative talk.

LOVE this!

It took me until the age of 41 to really like myself. I think that’s a very sad statement for me to be able to make. I suffered an eating disorder – bulimarexia – for many years ultimately almost killing myself when I shut down my metabolism in 1999. It is only by the grace of God that I am even here to write this today.

I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to have received this amazing surprise in a random library book. I will now be leaving my own notes along the way.

Something I have learned from working with my gals in the Mrs. Oklahoma International pageant is that beauty truly does come in all shapes and sizes and that we are all beautiful. The beauty that shines from the heart is truly spectacular and much more powerful than superficial surface beauty.

So know this: You are BEAUTFUL! operationbeautiful.com