Vigilant Silver Fox

It is a unique eating experience with a very limited menu, very few tables, no plates, plastic eating utensils, and paper cups. No hostesses or servers, you find your own table, and sometimes you have to clean it yourself before you begin to eat. Some people take their food on the run. They order it, and then juggle the drinks and food while pushing their overloaded carts filled with goods (sometimes pushing a “pallet”) not to mention an errant toddler or two. Others just come in for an inexpensive lunch.It is a refugee from the rhythm of the "clock" environment.Anonymity is another feature of the eatery. You can turn off you cell or pager and disappear. Friday evenings are filled with families who order pizza ahead of their arrival. They come with their brood.Loud children, crumbs, and spills are forgiven in this warehouse environment. The food is good. The children are happy. Mom and dad don’t have to cook.
            Meals are not the only offering for diners to treat the…

It's been a while since I saw a Disney movie with my daughter. In fact, not since Pochantas, did we sit down in the movie theatre to watch one. I was totally disillusioned with the miscarriage of history that occurred during that movie.  I vowed another Disney movie wasn't going to come within my viewing sight. Then a few months ago, I saw the coming attractions for Brave. I told my 22 year old daughter that I wanted to give Disney a second chance.

Disney studios has had an awakening. Although I did feel badly for the portrayal of the men behaving badly, the story line of the love of a mother for her child and vice versa was wonderful. The teenage daughter trying to find her path and the mother relying on her daughter's instinct was well done. The daughter demonstrated that she actually listened to her mother. Her defense of her mother even if it meant giving up her own life was heart wrenching.

The movie isn't for the very young, but a daughter that is on the cusp of ad…

Is it me or haven't I noticed it before? The 2012 Olympians look older to me.  Here in the United States we have an issue called "Ageism." That is, we are known to discriminate and categorize individuals by their chronological age. We have 30 year olds celebrating their birthday in black as though their youth has ended.  We see someone with gray hair and disengage.  We think that anyone born before 1980 can't hand anything technological. 



Well, the Olympics are an interesting cross-section of humanity. Yes, there are those nymphs who are known as the gymnasts. I think it would interest you to know the average age of those women volleyball players--(wait for it)--- 29! 


 I  also was amazed at our own 31 year old pole vaulter Jennifer Suhr who leapt 4.75 meters to win a gold medal.  I watched a 41 year old male gymnastic literally blow the socks off his younger counter parts. Let's not forget the 57 year old  U.S. woman shooter Kim Rhodes who won gold. So, I used my …

The Olympic Games are off and running. I didn't grow up watching the Olympics. My contemporaries thought it was a waste of time. It wasn't until I met my husband that I became an Olympic watcher. It was a matter of survival with him. He taught me the intricacies of the joy of winning and the "agony of defeat."


The 2002 Winter Olympiad took me from spectator to junkie. You see, I live in Salt Lake City. I voted against the Olympics in my town, but once it was here, there was no stopping me. In fact, I wrote an email type "blog" to all my family members who used email. I created a scrapbook for my progeny. I have recorded all events that occurred to me and my children.


This local olympic experience in my life has me glued to the television today watching a "handball" game that was completely foreign to me, but I had a team. I was rooting for them. I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning to watch the kayak trials. I sat in the car dealership cus…