January 28, 2012
What is your favorite thing about travel?
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Maybe it is the idea of being free from work, children, or every day chores. Maybe it is being in a foreign place with the thrill of adventure. Maybe it is not having to cook. Maybe it is having your mate all to yourself.
For me it is just thinking about leaving that is great. I like the planning of outfits, the books I'll take (at least three and figuring out just what is good.....a great bestseller, a challenge and then a slutty one ...you know why), the special nightware I'll take for spice, the thoughts about a jacuzzi tub and usually some kind of better weather than home.
I must admit that I am a crappy traveler, really. If it takes more than 4 hours to get there I don't want to go. thank goodness my husband has been around the world. Me...not so much. London, the Caribbean, and New Zealand. I am the quintessential nontraveler. so, from Phoenix we can go to Cabo San Lucas which is less than 2 hours and it feels like I'm forever away. We go there often. I like the beauty of the place, the people, the spicy food, the great weather. We were just there for the fourth time. We did all our same boring things: slept more than ten hours every night, went for at least a 6 mile hike/walk every day, hung out around the pool, had dinner out and then headed for bed.
Best thing about the trip: back home in less than 2 hours. Now that's a vacation!
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Posted by Nancy Rossman
on January 28, 2012 at 11:45 PM
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January 19, 2012
Untruths in Life
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Okay, maybe they aren't lies, but more about what you learn as you get older. When I was young, there were reasons that my parents said the things they did...more like getting me to act (or react) better.
1) The early bird gets the worm (I think he's tired a lot, though...and this was to make sure we did our farm chores, I'm sure)
2) This is going to hurt me more than you (completely untrue...I was the one getting spanked)
3) Some day your skinny legs will be beautiful (they're still skinny!)
4) Boys will eventually notice your great personality and like it as much as a pretty face (ha)
5) It shows character to be the bigger person (I should be 6'5" by now...I really hated this one)
Maybe you have your own pearls to share...please do. In the meantime, it's good to be grown up!
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Posted by Nancy Rossman
on January 19, 2012 at 10:55 AM
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January 15, 2012
Crying is a Strange Thing
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My dad hated, hated tears. He would have loved Tom Hanks in A League of Their Own and his famous line, "There's no crying in baseball!"
I think Dad hated crying because he felt powerless as to what to do. He always tried to reason with me, not sothe me. "Okay, what's this all about?" he'd say as he sat down. "I can't help you unless you quit crying and tell me what happened." Then, he'd go about solving the problem. I got to where if I really wanted to cry to just get it out, I'd hide in my room or run out to the barn (we lived on a farm).
Someone of my generation asked me once if I'd ever seen my dad cry. I answered right away, "Yep, three times. When his dog died, when JFK died, and when he had to sell his beloved Cessna and the new owner flew away with it."
As odd as it seems, I seldom cry myself. Even if it is really sad. Yet, I think I cried four times in the penguin movie, "Happy Feet." go figure. It is almost to the point I can cry easier over something good than something bad. I'm a weird one!
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Posted by Nancy Rossman
on January 15, 2012 at 9:54 AM
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January 12, 2012
What defines success?
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We live in a country where one of the measures of a person's success is money: how much did you make in a year? how many widgets did you sell? how expensive is the house you live in or the car you drive? Certainly all of those things could be true. But what about the teacher, the fireman, the nurse, the librarian who always knows just the book you should read, the auto repairman, your pastor or rabbi?
I don't know how we get away from the material world since it's everywhere. It seems to be starting even younger ... looking at my grandchildren. That stuns and scares me at the same time.
At the ripe old age of 66, I am in a new career in one of the most shark infested waters imaginable ... the writing and publishing arena. This is a place where only 20% of all books will break even or make money. Not a good business model. Of the over 3,000 books published every day ( over 1,000,000 in a year) that is a lot of disappointment. Not considering an advance, just the hard costs to bring a new book to market, most say that number is $25,000-35,000. Lots of money. So what does this say about my first book? Would it be considered a success?
In the pure sense of making back lots of dollars comparing my book to NY Times bestsellers or just making more dollars than I spent, no. My original intent was to pay tribute to my mother, who gave me guidance and an example to live by. The book came out when she and Peter were healthy. They enjoyed celebrity. People have embraced the story and sent me their own. All in all, the experience was priceless.
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Posted by Nancy Rossman
on January 12, 2012 at 9:02 AM
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January 8, 2012
My NOT-THIS-YEAR Resolutions
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Most years I come up with all the things I'm going to do. I start out with a few and before long the list is longer than a ten-year-old's birthday wish list. AND, I seem to fall apart before January is over. So, this year I decided instead of coming up with all the things I'm going to do, why not come up with the things I am NOT going to do. Maybe it will be easier. So....this is my NOT this year resolutions:
1) to complain about the flab under my arms when I wear a tank top...from now on I'll wear longer sleeves...or a sweater
2) nagging my husband to cut his nose hairs...I'll look the other way instead of giving him my blank stare...or I'll wait til he's asleep and sneak up on him with the scissors myself
3) skip a workout and then feel guilty
4) whine about another birthday...I'm still above ground. Plus I don't have to raise another teenager or pay for college
5) gripe about living in a pizza oven four months of the year...c'mon Phoenix is perfect eight months of the year
6) yell when my 92 year old mother can't hear me...I think I'll start carrying a note pad around or learn to honk a horn like Harpo Marx did
7) be surprised when I don't win the lottery
8) sign up for things I know I'll later cancel
9) be afraid to try something just because I might fail
10) ever, ever wish I were someone else....I'm so used to me!
OKAY...that' s it! Can't wait to try it. AND, again, a very Happy New Year to you. NR
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Posted by Nancy Rossman
on January 8, 2012 at 8:18 AM
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