Showing posts with label Robin Weaver. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 2, 2024

Pumpkin Spam Folder


By Robin Weaver

I’m such a geek.  When I first read this month’s theme – Pumpkin Spam, What Will They Think of Next – I actually thought the theme was “email spam” about pumpkins.  So embarrassing... Anyway, as I was pondering the topic and came up what I thought was an original idea – Pumpkin Ham– the lightbulb dawned. “Ahhhhh…that stuff in a can.”

 But let’s be real. They came up with Spam—some kind of mystery meat in a can. Does it really get any stranger? I guess it does. People buy Spam.

But the theme inspired me to do what I do best. Google. Here are the most bizarre pumpkin spice items this Google Queen discovered.  


Pumpkin Spice Cat Litter. No. Just No.



Pumpkin Spice Dog Cologne
. Seriously, People. Give that dog a bath.



Pumpkin Spice Hummus.  I’m not sure this is a real product.  Look how they spelled Hommus. This might actually be spam. 
And while there are few things more organic than chick peas and pumpkin, cow manure and earthworms are also fit the au-naturel category. 



Pumpkin Spice Chewing Gum
.  I’ll stick to my Big Red, thank you very much.



Pumpkin Flavored Toothpicks
. I think Listerine invented this. Because you’ll need mouthwash after use.

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Pumpkin Spice Pringles.  Is this real? Please tell me no. Everyone knows what a French fry addict I am. Potato chips are the next best thing, so adding pumpkin spice to perfection is sacrilege!

What’s really sad? Just before writing this blog, I’d considered ordering some Pumpkin Spice Poo-pourri. Hey, it was a Prime Deal on Amazon. And Poo-pourri is not a misspelling. I don’t do bathroom humor, so if you don’t know what this product is, Google. I learned about Poo-pourri from my daughter. Apparently, the spray is a friendship saver when five girls share a hotel room. (P.S. I ordered the vanilla).

In conclusion, enjoy that pumpkin spice latte. Gobble up that B&J Pumpkin cheesecake. Then tell Wall Street, “Enough with the Pumpkin Spice Already.” This thanksgiving, I might just skip the Pumpkin Pie.

Happy Fall Everyone.

R

Tuesday, October 3, 2023

PHOBIAS - The Writer's (and Reader's) Best Friend

By Robin Weaver

Inspired by Ann Chaney

Have you ever written (or read about) a character who was simply too perfect? And let’s be honest… too perfect is simply a big ole yawn.

So what to do about Mr. (or Ms.) Too Boring to Live? Give him a phobia. Or two.

Nothing spices up a character like an irrational fear. Remember the TV character Monk? The brilliant man could envision the crime scene in a way that enable him to always catcht his crook. Without his OCD though, all that brilliance would have equated to whole lotta arrogance. And worse, a lotta sleep inducement.

Upon reading my first draft of Styrofoam Corpse, I realized Sheriff Casey Randolph, was just a bit too—well just too. The hunka-hunka needed a flaw. More important, he needed to stand out among all the other sheriffs in all those other small town whodunnit books. So I gave him a phobia about blood.  The sight of the red stuff had the man swooning like a Victorian heroine who’s lost her smelling salts. Which wasn’t a problem until he came across the first dead body in a formerly quiet little town. Then, the good sheriff not only had to solve a crime, he had to do so while hiding what he perceived as a sissy affliction.

Since phobias give characters depth and interest, I wondered what other weirdo fears I could give heroes and heroines. So… You guessed it. Google Time.

Yikes, now I’m thinking…Hammer time.  You can’t touch this... Can’t touch the crack in the sidewalk, banana peel, raindrop, or frog.

If you don’t remember M.C. Hammer, you’re thinking I’m a rather nutso.  Even so, all the things you can’t touch above are actual phobias. With actual long names—triskaidekaphobia, cibophobia, ombrophobia, and ranidaphobia. Thank you, Google.

Here’s some of the other bizarre phobias Google identified that I may include in future novels:

Eisoptrophobia – Fear of Mirrors.  Hmm, this happens to me every time I have a bad hair day. Sometimes even on a good hair day. Maybe this fear isn’t so irrational.

Myrmecophobia – Fear of Ants. Wait a sec. Anyone who’s ever encountered a fire ant bed would agree this fear isn’t irrational at all.

Ephebiphobia—Fear of Teenagers. Say what? Those of us who’ve survived post-puberty offspring could agree this horror is most rational.

Aerophobia – Fear of Fresh Air. According to my research blowing or fanning air on a person with this ailment causes muscle spasms and intense startled reactions. Not sure why this is a fear of “fresh” air.  If I’d named it, I might call this blowophobia.

Nomophobia – Fear of Being without a Smartphone.  Wow, I think everyone under the age of 25 has this affliction, and many who were born before Y2K are also affected. Who knew the ailment had a name? 

Alektophobia – Fear of Chickens.  Wow, just wow.  Chickens, especially hens guarding fertile eggs are quite vicious. As a kid, I suffered this—I will have to revive my chicken story in a future blog.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia – Fear of Long Words. I kid you not, this is a real thing. ‘Nuff said.

Globophobia – Fear of Balloons. I am sooo going to use this one. {Evil Grin}. So much better than a fear of clowns, don’t cha think?

RobinDubbedOphobia – Fear of people who give weird names to phobias or even perfectly rational fears. Okay, I totally made this one up.  Still, don’t you worry about the folks who named these phobias?  What other plots are hatching in their crazy brains?

Whatever irrational fears you have—and I suspect we all have one, or twenty… Like being touched by a foot… with a toenail fungus.   Anyway, fear not! You are not alone. Your phobia simply makes you interesting.

Have a great fall. Unless you’re afraid of pumpkins…in that case, have a safe autumn.

Robin


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Wednesday, February 1, 2023

Advice… Maybe Not

By Robin Weaver


In my head, this month’s theme was Advice on Relationships. The actual theme is Tips on Relationships. Which is a really good thing, since nobody really wants advice. Nor does anyone actually  need advice (even from Nora Roberts or Michael Connelly).  Advice is preachy. Advice is controlling.

What we need is factual, relevant information so we can make our own decisions.

See what I just did? I’ve backed myself into an impossible corner. How can I possibly provide information that is appropriate for a blog audience with varied needs?  Any advice?

Kidding aside, I can’t provide info that will be all things to all people, or even some people. The best I can do is give you tips* for how I’ve coped during a decade of writing, hoping, and writing some more. I'll describe what has worked—and not worked—and hope you find one iota of inspiration. After all, having one person get something meaningful from the written word is every writer’s Mecca.

Here’s what I’ve done to keep my sanity (sort of) while writing and attempting to publish the novel that will get noticed.

 1.       I found myself a good critique group.  For non-authors, critique groups are still essential; everyone needs a sounding board for life events, career decisions, child rearing info, good restaurants (yes, I’m hungry), etc., etc. For non-author events, I call my critique group Friends and Family. These folks give me a lot of feedback; even when I don’t ask for it. : )

a.       Don’t be offended by critique feedback. I expect feedback, not praise.

b.       If I am offended, I attempt to figure out why.

                                                               i.      Is it my ego? If the answer is “yes,” I get over myself.

                                                             ii.      Does the person doing the critique simply have a difference of opinion? If the answer is “yes,” I acknowledge the feedback and move on. Why acknowledge, you ask?  Because of the old adage: if enough people call you a goose, you should look for feathers.  If other people have the same criticism of my work (or life event), there may be more to the critique than a simple difference of opinion.  Upon hearing a criticism more than once, I go back to step i—is it ego? If not, I look for feathers. I do an honest, often raw, evaluation and a change usually results in a better paragraph/scene/chapter.

                                                           iii.      Am I having a bad day? If so, I put the critique aside and plan to review it the following day.

                                                           iv.      Is the criticism just mean?

1.       First time? Ignore it. It’s possible the person providing the critique was having a bad day.

2.       Recurring? Maybe reconsider the composition of your critique group.

2.       I kept my day job.  For me, this was a no-brainer since I actually like my day job.  But even if I weren’t so lucky, a non-writing career was important for numerous reasons:

a.       Writing can be stressful; I didn’t really need the additional stress of wondering how I’d pay for my groceries—especially now. Have you see the price of milk?

b.       The office environment provides an abundance of story ideas.

c.       I can always quit when I make it big. For you non-authors, this mean winning-the-lottery.  Actually, I think it’s the same for writers. 😊

3.       I counteracted boredom/frustration. For me, this means writing in multiple genres. In life and literature, doing something new or different always stimulates the old gray matter (by gray matter, I mean my brain, not the rest of me).

4.       I remembered my mantra: If life was fair, we’d all be stupid. As a writer, it’s all too easy to read a so-so best seller, or in some cases a “less-than-so-so” book and grow frustrated that we aren’t receiving the same success. It’s easy to lament, “Why them? Why aren’t people reading my book?”

When I find myself on the Woe-Is-Me Road, I remind myself writing is only one facet of my life and success is never measured by the NY Times (truly). Having a best seller also requires a lot more than good writing, and sometimes a lot of that “lot more” is simple luck. Hard work, marketing, and audience awareness are also essential, and I honestly haven’t done nearly enough of that. Still, doing the best I can is all I can do.

5.       Most important, I brought back the fun.

a.       It’s soooooooooooooo easy to fall into the deadlines/I must do this/I must do that trap.  Often, these deadlines and traps are self-imposed. I.E., “If I don’t get my novel done by D-Day, the editor/agent/Oprah won’t notice me.”  Thinking like this is stressful—possibly harmful.

Self-imposed hardships are also a problem in the non-author life. For instance: “If I don’t have as many Christmas lights as my neighbor, I’ll look like a loser.”

I know longer permit myself to think these thoughts. Odds are, missing that deadline is not the reason we’re not being noticed, and if you add another string of lights to your two-story house, your neighbor will simply add two more.  If she’s smart, she’ll also run an extension and plug into your outlet.  Actually, pretend I didn’t say that last part. 😊  But remember, not hanging more lights means you’ll have more time to make mulled wine.  If you share, guess who will be the most popular woman in the neighborhood?

b.       Another pitfall my past-self has fallen-into is writing for the market. Vampires were hot, so I pulled out all the fangs, even though a DNA researcher keep demanding I write her story.  Anyway, when my vamp story was finished—yep, you guessed it—editors had put the stake into bloodsuckers because the market was blooded—er, flooded.

Now, I write what I want to write.  Don’t get me wrong, if a publishing house offered me big bucks (ok, even slightly-below-average bucks), I’d pen the novel in type O. Until then, my work-reward system requires something more substantial. As for me, my reward is having fun while I write.  Note: Salted caramel and mulled wine also work.

Recently, I combined two of the above, and IMHO, derived some of my best writing.  My critique partners and I created a compilation of short stories.  The anthology is called Three Perspectives.  For each of our 12 stores, we give you the plot from the perspective of the victim, the villain, and the investigator. We had a blast, and in the process, re-energized our Woe-Is-Us selves.

 To summarize, do something that makes you happy.  Your writing—and your life—will be better. Apologies!! That sounded like advice!  I meant, When I do something that makes me happy…

*Kudos to Judith and Sarah for actually defining the theme as "Tips" on relationships--not Advice. :)


*Being old doesn’t mean feeble, and hiring a gutter cleaner is a waste of money, but sometimes vanity can be criminal.
*A perfectly-imperfect socialite only wants to be adored. Which is a bit difficult after she’s found sprawled on a toilet. Dead.
*An aspiring writer wants to write a bestseller, but her critique partners have other ideas. Has one of them plotted the perfect murder? Hers.
*A retired schoolteacher conceals her lifelong secret. Until someone discovers she has insured her life for $5 million. There’s only one thing to do. Kill her.
Don’t go into the barn. The one you love the most might kick the life from you.

These are just a few of the 12 compelling whodunnit mysteries inside Three Perspectives. Each tale includes the point-of-view from the victim, the villain, and the investigator, and will keep you guessing to the very end. And possibly awake—long after your bedtime.

Wednesday, August 3, 2022

The Makeover – Literary Style

By Robin Weaver

All of us watch those shows (even if we don’t always ‘fess up).  You know the ones I mean.  A frumpy stay-at-home mom and a Goth-looking college student walk onto the set. An overly bubbly announcer introduces some wonderful product and an amazing makeup artist. Then, voila.  A curling iron and a bottle of hair gel later, Frumpy and Dumpy are now the hot momma who could play Mrs. Robinson and the fraternity girl most likely to get an STD.

I am, of course, talking about the infamous makeover. I can’t tamp down my skepticism enough to believe Frumpy and Dumpy really looked that bad prior to the makeover.  Surely the show’s producers intentionally frizzed hair for those hideous “before” images.  Maybe they even put gray paste on the To-Be-Made-Overs’ faces.  I’m also certain some production assistant scoured thrift stores in search of the worst clothing possible.  When the assistant finds her prize, she stomps on the shapeless dress or baggy jeans with combat boots prior to dressing the poor “volunteers.” When presented in cocktail dresses for the REVEAL, like any woman who goes from Goodwill to couture, the makeover models look one heck of a lot better. 


Seriously, though? Short of surgery or drastic liposuction, how much can you really do in a short period of time to improve your looks?

Fortunately, for us writers, fiction is different. Forget hair products. You, the great and powerful Wonder-author, have magic at your disposal. With a few strokes of your literary pen, you can take a bad manuscript and make the tale into a fascinating story.

Have a heroine you don’t like?  Kill her off on page one and promote the amazing sidekick to leading lady. Are you main characters boring? Just add equal parts tension and quirkiness, and Ozzie and Harriet morph into Morticia and Gomez Addams.

You can even reshape your basic plot into a totally different story. Believe it or not, you can do this with minimal rewrite.

In Forbidden Magic, my first novel, I created vampire-type characters living in a world without warm-blooded creatures.  My vamps existed on a mineral mimicking the properties of human blood. Naturally, the mineral was becoming depleted (aka external tension). Unfortunately, no one wanted yet another vamp story.

So, I instigated a makeover.  First, I made my characters Dökkálfar and —ancient elves.  Since my hero and heroine were no longer vampire, they no longer needed blood. Thus I needed another rare substance necessary to my characters’ survival. To keep my external conflict from disintegrating, I decided the sun on my fictional world wouldn’t have the spectrum of Earth’s solar unit.  Naturally, I made this missing spectrum necessary to elfin survival.

So what could emulate sunlight? What else? Crystals. And all the quartz had been mined.

I kept the same plot. My characters’ goals, motivation, and conflict didn’t change. Yet my novel had a completely different look. A makeover.

If your novel isn’t getting the attention it deserves, if your manuscript is dated, or if you just need more oomph, you too can perform the same type of literary makeover. No license required. Remember, a good story (regardless of genre) needs great characters, with great conflict, and a goal worth achieving. The rest is just…well, hair product and cocktail dresses.

How about you?  Performed any literary makeovers on your manuscripts?



Saturday, April 23, 2022

 The Making of a Rabidly Green Earthgirl by Heather Michet


“Hey Karen?!” asks my 85-year-old friend Ralph.

“Yes, pop,” she replies.

“Do you suppose Heather was a hippie?”

Karen smiles broadly, answering “Dad…Heather IS a hippie!!”

I don’t know what qualified me as a hippie in Ralph’s eyes, but it may have been how closely and mindfully I live on the earth.

Living through the California drought in the ‘70s, the energy crises of the same decade, and the first Earth Day absolutely shaped the way I choose to live my life.  But these weren’t the first influencers to bring my awareness to an earth-loving way of life. 

Becoming an earthgirl, aka hippie, began at a young age when I was in my grandparents’ garden, bringing in the hay on the farm, crafting forts in the woods with my cousins, riding my bike and so much more.  Through all of these joys and pleasures, I was in direct contact with the earth, grounding as we call it today, surrounded by the multitude of wonders in plants, animals, and the elements.

The magic I witnessed in Nature fascinated me, and instilled a passion for lifelong learning, curiosity, and being outside every chance I could to not miss a whisper of that magic!

Through the years, I’ve gained an ever-deepening love and respect for this place we all call Home.  Since we tend and care for what we love, I want to be part of the solution anytime issues threaten our beloved planet.

And as new “crises” come to light, each with their own challenges to our Home’s health (including our own), the opportunities to be part of the solution keep adding up.


So What Exactly Do I Do To Live Lightly on the Earth?

A few of the practices I follow are:

Water: 

* I use the same “color coded toilet flushing” rule I learned in the California drought: If it’s yellow, let it mellow.  If it’s brown, flush it down.

* Dish rinsing water goes on outdoor plants in the warm/dry weather and flushes toilets in the winter

* Short showers and not showering every day

* I use a Multipure water filter: no bottled water for this earthgirl!  The process of making bottled water wastes an enormous amount of water and the resulting water is laden with health damaging toxins.  Both the earth and I are healthier for this practice.

Forests:

* I use cloth towels and napkins.  I haven’t purchased paper towels in over 30 years.

* All paper that comes into the house (very little as I have virtually no junk mail) is used for scratch or printer paper: use those blank sides!  If the paper is decorative, it gets used for art projects.  All other papers are recycled. (See Robin Weaver’s fabulous post An Unexpected Way to Save Trees for the steps you can take to make a huge impact by eliminating your junk mail.)

* When the Covid TP crisis hit (eyeball roll), I was motivated to enact something I’d wanted to do for a long while: I made washable cloth [butt] wipes. If this practice creeps you out or makes you cringe, dear reader, 1) you were never exposed to cloth diapers and diaper pails, and 2) you’ve not driven by zillions of acres of clearcut forests, a lot of whose tree fibers go to make toilet paper to wipe your bottom.  Approximately 27,000 trees are cut down every day just to make toilet paper.

Plastic:

* No plastic water bottles. This bears repeating.

* Cloth and crocheted bags for all shopping, not just groceries.


* I purchase food in bulk whenever possible, using my own containers 


Too Much?

When hearing about some of my practices a few years ago, someone snarkily remarked: “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?  Isn’t that going too far?”  I replied: Did the Earth provide us with air and food then declare that we were on our own for water?  No, she provides us with everything.  She’s our home, grocery store, and pharmacy. Why wouldn’t you want to do all you can to take care of your lifeline?

After this interaction and reviewing all of the earth-loving steps I take, I dubbed myself a rabidly green earthgirl!

What Do You Think?

How are you contributing to the solution?

What else might you be able to do?

“It’s not about perfection.  It’s about making better choices.”  ~ Kathryn Kellogg

“Once there is seeing, there must be acting.  Otherwise, what’s the use of seeing?” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

I really hope this rabidly green earthgirl has infected and inspired you with some new perspectives and tips for living mindfully and sustainably on our dear Mother Earth.

Suggested resources: Zen and the Art of Saving the Planet by Thich Nhat Hanh

Waste Not: Make a Big Difference by Throwing Away Less by Erin Rhoads

101 Ways to go Zero Waste by Kathryn Kellogg

Heather Michet
 is an impassioned healing artist, wellness guide and Ceremonial Songstress who weaves lyrical, a cappella vocals throughout a wide array of ceremonies in a myriad of settings.  From weddings in the woods, graveside memorials, and ashes scatterings at the shore, her Celtic style voice embraces the heart and stirs the spirit of all who gather honoring life events.  You can connect with Heather and her work in any (or all!) of these ways:



Saturday, November 20, 2021

A Contradiction of Thought

By Robin Weaver

 I love that RTG has a monthly theme. Having a single topic provides just the right amount of inspiration to fire up my disjointed brain. If you’ve read any of my blogs, you know the theme and the resulting post are typically miles apart. But doing the twist makes writing fun.

I try to take the expected and do something completely different. For the November theme, “Abundance,” I wrote about having too many Christmas decorations. And being unable to stop making more. That same thought-contradiction led to the development of the Christmas Tree Wars. I mean, the holidays are about peace on earth, right? So naturally I needed to start a fight.

I didn’t plan to write a novel about a Christmas competition, but one year, a friend vowed to “one up” my holiday tree. At the time, she was helping me with my Phantom of the Opera decorations. We were creating a couple dozen music notes from dough and glitter (there might have been some Baileys involved), when she declared she was doing her own theme.

And she did. The birds!

Her tree was actually quite fowl.  STOP! I’m joking. Her creation was truly beautiful, and I probably spent more time looking for bird ornaments than she did. I’d love to tell you the planning/decorating turned into a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie (or Stephen King for those of you who don’t remember Al—wait, even Stevie is old now. What I meant is Squid Games—yeah, that’s it). Anyway, any of the three would have been more interesting, but we had a lot of fun.

My friend’s faux posturing—“My tree is gonna kick your tree’s butt.”—inspired the Christmas Tree Wars. The novella details a Christmas Tree competition, which brings in tourism, and is a big deal in the small town. Like any Hallmark Movie, eh…I mean character-driven story, our heroine doesn’t want to enter. A little goading by the town socialite (aka busty bully), a big bet, and an even bigger entry fee paid by friends who can’t really afford the gesture, and Suzette has no choice but to come out swinging (swinging tinsel on tree branches, but still…).

As the story developed, I fell in love with the imagined town, Merryvale, so had to set another story there. Likewise, the busty bully needed to redeem herself, thus Full Contact Decorating came to life. The third novella, the Gingerbread Skirmish, was actually planned. Everyone knows you must have three books in a series. 😊

I had a lot of fun with these novellas, especially writing the chapter headings. I added a twist on Christmas Songs to describe the chapters. Some examples include: What Childishness Is This, 12 Days of Lying, and, Chestnuts Roasted. I was advised NOT to do that—that it would be cheesy, but hey, no one paid me to NOT have headings. So, my book, my chapter subtitles.  And what’s wrong with cheesy, anyway?

Have a ho-ho, very happy holiday, Everyone.

And please check out the Christmas Tree Wars, written under my pen name Genia Avers.

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Wednesday, November 3, 2021

An Abundance of Obsession

by Robin Weaver

I have an abundance of Christmas ornaments, but I’m making more. Why? That answer is simple. I’m
obsessed with Christmas trees.

I’m the first to admit, my obsession is debilitating. If I’d use my time to start a business instead of gluing, painting, and getting glitter out of my rugs/kitchen/hair/etc., I’d probably be rich.

Then I could buy more ornaments.

Wait!

That’s not what I meant to say. Really.

Last year, my theme was “Up, Up & Away.” Yes, sadly I have a theme. Every year. I plan. And plan some more. My goal is a new theme each year (even if it’s just a fancy term for pink and green baubles, i.e. Apple Blossom Special). I also try to come up with a tree idea that won’t look like every other tree. Which has gotten harder and harder. I mean seriously, have you seen the variety in Hobby Lobby?

Anyway, for this Up-Up thesis, I spent days (maybe weeks) making glittery paper airplanes, hot-air balloons from old ornaments, and even crazy sequined flying saucers. All that for a mere thirty-eight days of beauty. I think my grammar school didn’t have enough arts & crafts.

This year’s theme is Royal Brass, which is just a fancy way to say my decorations will be blue, copper, and gold. Starting in July, I began stuffing blue velvet into Styrofoam balls. While I watched Netflix—didn’t want to totally waste my time. 😊 A couple weekend’s ago, I sprayed leaves gold and copper, and, of course, added lots of glitter.

Even I know the results don’t justify the hours invested. Still, I can’t stop. Designing my tree is kinda my thing. It’s not like I’m robbing banks, or defrauding investors. (Yeah, I’m not even buying this justification myself).


On a positive note, one year, a friend vowed to “one up” my tree. No, the challenge is not the positive note. The positive outcome was the competition (although no one admits to any competing) provided the inspiration for the Christmas Tree Wars. And the birth of the fictional town of Merryvale.

The novella details a small-town Christmas Tree competition, which incidentally brings in tourism and props up the town’s economy. The characters are also “tree” obsessed, but underneath all that glitz, there’s more to having the best tree than Dresden ornaments, preserved magnolia leaves, and garland by the town.

In short, we’re all people doing the best we can. And hopefully not defrauding investors. I hope there’s something that adds a little glitter to your life. Even if it is a little obsessive.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Robin


Tuesday, June 1, 2021

The Pandemic—A Test of Relationships



According to recent articles, the pandemic has been extremely hard on relationships.  Divorce in America hit a record low in 2019, but there are signs that statistic is on the rise. A leading British law firm reported a 122% increase in divorce filings (the Brits call it enquires) between July and October compared with the same period last year. In the U.S., sales of online self-help divorce agreements rose by 34%.

Pre-COVID, a University of Washington study demonstrated divorces usually increased after holidays, when couples are together for longer periods. Magnify that by 14+ months and you have what psychologists say was “the perfect storm” for couples. Common sense will tell you that if there are problems in a relationship, a lack of distraction will exacerbate those issues. Throw in the stress of the pandemic, the economic impact, and even the inability to go to the gym and you have people throwing in the towel. Even something as simple as taking away the daily routine can tear at the ties that bind.

I have personal experience; one of my longest, most intimate relationships suffered severely during the pandemic, was stressed to the point where things will never be the same.  I never realized how important other people were to keeping my relationship fresh, how very vital being able to publicly flaunt this pairing was to its existence.

I am, of course, referring to my relationship with shoes. Oh, come on. You didn’t really think I could do a humorless blog, did you?

And while this subject matter might amuse you, my condition is actually quite serious. The tarnish on this relationship has affected my very sole. I “loved” my shoes.  Now, I see them and think—eh. They line my shoe rack, waiting to be touched, to be the pair of the day, but I just close the closet door to my heart. Amazon sends me daily emails, desperate to create a match for me, but my broken psyche just can’t find that loving feeling. 

So what happened?

While I worked from home, my footwear had nothing to do. We (my shoes and I) had nowhere to go, nothing to do. Other people no longer cared that we made a cute couple.  I didn’t have the pleasure of pairing  those cute espadrilles with a merlot-colored top, or get to take my cork-soled wedgies to the wine bar.

We all long for normal, but sometimes I’d just want a sassy pair of sneakers to once again add bounce to my step.  Silliness aside, I hope all of you are recovering and once again getting the most out of life.

Happy shopping,

Robin



Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Top "TEN" Lists

By Robin Weaver
Happy 10th Anniversay, Genreistas!

On this tenth anniversary, the number reminded me of top ten lists. To find the most interesting groupings for our “decennial, I let Google come to the rescue. There were soooo many truly “unique” lists, I decided to list some snippets of the most interesting.

Here we go…

10 Most Bizarre Ways We Use Animals as Food

10. Snail Caviar: Okay, at first, I thought this wasn’t that weird, but normal caviar is weird enough.  How small are snail eggs?

7. Cow Eye Tacos: Ewww.  Just moo ewww. Why wasn’t this number one?

1. Wasp Crackers: I had to do a second Google on this one.  These aren’t crackers with bits of ground up stingers. Nope, these are rice crackers infused with full wasps instead of chocolate chips. These treats are all the rage in Japan, but then they love raw eggs and horsemeat, too.

 

10 Unpleasant Facts about John Lennon

Seriously, can’t we let the man RIP?

 

Top 10 Conspiracy Theories that Turned Out True

8. The US Government Collected Dead Children to Test the Effects of Radiation

Totally true. The government used cadaver parts for testingS. The U.S. and U.K. governments reached out to find recently deceased infants and young children, taking tissue samples and whole limbs. The parts were taken without permission or even notification of some 1,500 families.  If that isn’t the basis for a good plot…

The U.S. Government Actively Investigated Aliens & UFOs

 ‘Nuff said.

 

Top 10 Breast Milk Headlines

Say what? Who came up with this list? Why did they come up with this list?

Number 10: I Scream. You Scream. We All Scream for Breast Milk Ice Cream.

OR NOT—Definitely not.

Number 1: Mother Breastfeeds Teenage Son.  Ewww!

 

 

Failed Products from Famous Companies

#10 Tesla: Cybertruck

To demonstrate the durability of the Cybertruck, Elon Musk slammed a sledgehammer into the car’s body. Next, to showcase the “impenetrable glass armor, the lead designer threw a lead ball at the car window. Twice. The window smashed. Twice. Mr. Musk admitted there was “room for improvement.” And this man is taking us into space?

#8 Coca-Cola: Diet Coke Plus Green Tea

Coca-Cola tried to cater to health-conscious in 2009, and tested the new product in Japan, a country that consumes green tea at over 600 grams per person. However, that product didn’t exactly taste yummy, thus the product never debuted in the U.S.  Too bad—it would have paired well with wasp crackers and snail caviar.


Burger King: Halloween Whopper

The black bun created for the Halloween sandwich caused green bowel movements the next day. I don’t do bathroom humor, so we’ll move on.

#2 Frito Lay: Cheetos Lip Balm

Hmm, if successful, would Funyuns breath spray have followed.

#1 Evian—Water Bra

Truth is truly stranger than fiction--in 2005, Evian tried to enter the clothing market with a Water Bra. Evian designed the bra to cool down boobies in warm weather with pads containing mineral water. There was a filter funnel that allowed women to top off the water to their size preference. The bra also featured a pouch to hold a miniature water bottle. I guess if you got really thirsty, you’d be really fat. 

 

Top 10 Really Weird Facts about Poop. 

I didn’t even bother to read this one.

 

Top 10 Strangest Personal Collections

#10 Do Not Disturb Signs

#8 Air Sickness Bags

#4 Pizza boxes

# 2 Traffic Cones:

# 1 Fossilized Dinosaur Poop.  (Now I’m wondering if this was included in the ten weird poop facts.)


TOP 10 Scientific Facts They Don't Teach in School

#10 Most of the Cells in Your Body Aren’t Even Human
The bacteria in your gut is its own biome and does everything from making you crave sweets to influencing your mood. And, your bacteria outnumber you. 
#7 Water Can Be “Supercoiled” Below its Freezing Point
Pure, distilled water doesn’t have such impurities, and as a result, pure water can be “super cooled” to well below its freezing point.
#4 Medical Mistakes Are the Third Leading Cause of Death in the U.S.
#Incandescent Light Bulbs Made a Century Ago Lasted Much Longer Than They Do Today
Once rivals, Philips, Osram, Tungsram, ELIN, and General Electric, conspired to fix prices and re-engineered bulbs with a shorter lifespan to drive up prices and increase demand. Prior to 1924, light bulbs could be expected

to last 2,500 hours. There are instances of these early bulbs lasting 
over a hundred years. The Pheobus Cartel decided to shorten bulb-life to 1,000 hours; that’s what we’re still stuck with a century later. 

I hope these top “10” lists have entertained you on this “10th anniversary of the Genreistas.  This decade of blogging is truly a remarkable feat made possible by Judith and Sarah. I salute you, ladies, and thank you for including me in this journey. 

Here’s hoping the next ten bring us all continued success.

Robin