Kennedy

I was born in February 1977, almost 14 years after John Kennedy was assassinated and 9 years after his brother Bobby met the same fate. I doubt my parents are even old enough to remember where they were when JFK was shot. I wonder then, why I still manage to get choked up at the old news footage of the assassinations, the funerals, and all of it. You'd think, by not having my own personal remembrances of those events, and by the shear amount of times I've seen the footage, that it wouldn't affect me. I should be desensitized to it. Besides the general tragedy of it all, it just shouldn't affect me like it does. But it does. Every time. I always get that lump in my throat and make a little squeak, trying to hold back the emotion.

I guess it must have something to do with the mystique and the legend of it all, right? For all of my life, the fascination with the Kennedy family has been there, and it's made them our Royal family, for lack of a better term. We care about them.

When we all mourned the death of JFK Jr. in 1999, I was 22. I remember it vividly. Saturday morning, sitting in the living room on NW 34th St, by myself. I cried. And of course, when you think of JFK Jr., you think of that image of a little child, saluting his father's casket as it passed, so many years ago. And that's what chokes me up, to this day. That old footage, from a time when change might have really mattered. I wonder where we'd be now, if it had all happened differently.

A few months ago, I watched a documentary on the Kennedy family, on OETA. It was so interesting. There's so much about the family that I didn't know. Before watching this 2 hour show, I knew about the tragedy and a little about the family secrets. Rosemary's story, for example, is very sad. The competition between the siblings was so intense when they were growing up. I read a while ago, that some believe Rosemary was actually a normal child, who basically just broke from the pressure of not being at the high level that her siblings were at, intellectually. The theory is that in a "regular/normal" family, she wouldn't have had any mental issues at all. It's an interesting, though disturbing, thought.

That same documentary also shed a lot of light on who JFK really was. You always think of him as The Good Guy. But he was so shrewd. Of course, in his position, he had to be. But it was shocking to hear just how cunning he was. He seemed so underhanded in a lot of ways. It was unsettling to think about. But why was it unsettling? He's long since dead and has no more influence, good or bad. However, hearing something that makes him seem so much less than perfect, is sort of like hearing that your Grandma spent a night in jail when she was 16. You have to remind yourself that she wasn't always the person you knew. And JFK definitely wasn't always the person that you hear about now. The dead are almost always saints, especially when surrounded by so much tragedy.

Now, with the death of Ted Kennedy on Wednesday, it's sort of the end of it all, isn't it? Do we care about the rest of them? Of course, we care because they are human beings, but do we still care, because they are Kennedys? I don't think so, honestly. I think it's all over. That legend is officially dead and will soon be buried.

Will it matter? Will this nation be any different now that our Royal family is gone? Time will tell.

As a side note, I also wonder how Mary Jo Kopechne's family feels today? I'm sure for them, the mystique a lot of us feel, was dead a long time ago.

Picture Pages - Summer Lovin'

In this play, Danny will be played by a watermelon, and Sandy will be played by Jaz.

Summer loving had me a blast

Summer loving happened so fast

I met a girl crazy for me

I met a boy cute as can be

Summer days drifting away, to oh oh the summer nights



She swam by me, she got a cramp

He ran by me, got my suit damp

I saved her life, she nearly drowned

He showed off, splashing around

Summer sun, something's begun, but oh oh the summer nights



Took her bowling in the arcade

We went strolling, drank lemonade

We made out under the dock

We stayed up 'till ten o'clock

Summer fling, don't mean a thing, but oh oh the summer nights



He got friendly, holding my hand

She got friendly down in the sand

He was sweet just turned eighteen

Well she was good you know what I mean

Summer heat, boy and girl meet, but oh oh the summer nights



It turned colder - that's where it ends

So I told her we'd still be friends

Then we made our true love vow

Wonder what she's doing now

Summer dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those summer nights

Perhaps She'll Die

On my way to mail Mary's prize from this month's prize giveaway, I swallowed a fly. Yeah, it was gross.

It was morning, and I hadn't had my caffeine yet, so I fixed a cup of Diet Coke and ice before I headed toward the Post Office. As soon as I got in the car, I realized I had company. A fly had decided to hitch a ride. I rolled the window down and tried to shoo him out several times. He wasn't the brightest fly in the jar, so of course he continued to fly around inside the car. Eventually, I thought he was gone. Then, I took a big gulp of my drink. Let's just say that I had a little extra protein in my diet that day. Yuck!

Anyway, since that day, I've had a song stuck in my head. When I was in 5th grade, I had Miss Dinkle as a music teacher. This is a song she had us sing quite a bit.

There was an old woman who swallowed a fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a bird.
How absurd to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a cat.
Imagine that to swallow a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
How absurd to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a dog.
What a hog to swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
Imagine that to swallow a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
How absurd to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a goat.
Just opened her throat to swallow a goat.
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog.
What a hog to swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
Imagine that to swallow a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
How absurd to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a cow.
I don't know how she swallowed a cow!
She swallowed the cow to catch the goat.
Just opened her throat to swallow a goat.
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog.
What a hog to swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
Imagine that to swallow a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
How absurd to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a horse.
She's dead of course!

So, I've just got a few questions. First of all, who thinks of this stuff? I guess someone with more imagination than me. My second question is, a cow to catch a goat and a goat to catch a dog? What in the world? I'm right there with the song, until the goat, then it loses me. Heh.

I remember a lot of random songs like this from childhood. Very few of them make any sort of sense. A lot of them are just so ingrained in your mind, that you don't even think about the words. Then one day, you're in your 30s and you get an old song stuck in our head and you really hear the words for the first time. Then you say to yourself, "What in the hell?"

It's funny. I wonder what kinds of songs my kids will get stuck in their heads someday?

Random Review - Bricktown Candy Co.

Bricktown Candy Co.
100 E. California Ave.
Oklahoma City, OK
(405) 600-9009

Monday: CLOSED
Tuesday - Saturday: 11am to 10pm
Sunday: 12pm to 6pm

Last weekend, Keith and I took a trip on the motorcycle. We had planned on going to Red Rock Canyon, but only got as far as El Reno. The temperature was in the high 90s that day, and we ran out of steam on the idea pretty quickly. We took a little detour on our way home, and ended up in Bricktown.

Since there is motorcycle parking in Bricktown now, we were able to park and take a walk around to see a few new things the area has to offer. We spent about an hour in the new Coyote Ugly bar, and then ventured back out into the heat. Heading toward California, I noticed a sign advertising a place selling gelato. Keith and I turned the corner, and there it was; The Bricktown Candy Co. was open for business, so we headed inside.

When you walk in, you can tell the place is new. It's only been open since June of this year, so it still seems like a work in progress. However, the lack of decor or general theme, doesn't take away from the fun experience. They sell bulk candy by the ounce. You can find M&Ms and Sixlets in every color, Swedish Fish, Chocolate Covered Peanuts, Spree, and almost anything else you can think of. I also noticed that they have old fashioned candy bars at the counter. They sell Big Hunk, Charleston Chew, and Clark bars, to name a few.

Besides the bulk candy and candy bars, the Bricktown Candy Co. has a couple of other items they specialize in. They boast over 100 flavors of bottled soda pop. You can even mix and match your own six pack. It's not quite as many flavors as Pops on Route 66, but it's enough to keep your attention for while.

In the back room, they keep the best part of the entire store; That's where the gelato bar is. For those who don't know, gelato is basically Italy's version of ice cream. I must say, Italy is definitely doing something right in that respect.

The price of the gelato seemed a little high - $3.50 for the smallest size and $5.00 for a large - but we tried a it anyway. After sampling the White Chocolate and the Banana Caramel Praline, I decided on the latter. It did not disappoint. It was excellent and reminded me of banana pudding with pecans. Keith sampled a few other flavors, but opted for the Tiramisu. It was wonderful and was very true to flavor.

Though we were wary of the price at first, the amount we got was plenty. We both got the small size. The flavors were very rich and satisfying, and I did not feel cheated in any way. I guess you get what you pay for, when it comes to gelato.

In closing, I can't recommend this place enough. I think it was an excellent idea, to put a candy shop in Bricktown. It will be great for tourists, as well as locals. So, go and enjoy it. It's a great little piece of downtown OKC.

Side note: The Bricktown Candy Co. doesn't seem to have a website of their own yet, but I did find this story from the Oklahoman.

Bricktown area gets sweeter for visitors NewsOK.com
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Edited to correct gelato price, and add a note from the proprietor: "Bricktown Candy has Sugar Free Candy and Soda. An error in ordering the Gelato has put us in a place of not having a sugar free gelato at this time. Our next order will have sugar free flavors."

Recipe Review - Whole Wheat Biscuits

FLUFFY WHOLE WHEAT BISCUITS

INGREDIENTS
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup whole wheat flour
4 teaspoons baking powder
1 tablespoon sugar
3/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup butter or margarine
1 cup milk

DIRECTIONS
In a medium bowl, combine flours, baking powder, sugar, and salt; mix well. Cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in milk just until moistened. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface; knead gently 8 to 10 times. Roll to 3/4-in. thickness; cut with a 2-1/2-in. biscuit cutter and place on an ungreased baking sheet. Bake at 450 degrees F for 10 to 12 minutes or until lightly browned. Serve warm.

http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Fluffy-Whole-Wheat-Biscuits/Detail.aspx

These biscuits were not fluffy. They were actually pretty heavy, and didn't really have a biscuit-like texture at all. And as you can see, if you compare my photo to the photo in the link, they didn't look at all like fluffy biscuits either. Instead of eating a biscuit, it was more like chowing down on a big hunk of wheat bread. I'm all for homemade wheat bread, and might actually end up making these again, to have with dinner one night. However, they did not go very well with our breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage.

Please take into consideration, that it's entirely possible that I did something wrong when making these biscuits. Other than cakes and sweets, I've not done a lot of baking. I don't have a lot of bread making experience, and unfortunately, Keith likes canned biscuits, so I've been lazy about perfecting that particular craft. I'm able to make my Grandma's biscuit recipe turn out a lot better than these though.

The recipe specifies that these biscuits should be baked on an ungreased baking sheet. In my opinion, they might need a little grease to give them the right outer texture - that little bit of a layer of bite that good biscuits need. If I ever were to try them again, I'd brush hot oil on them before baking, and see if that helps.

Also, I baked these biscuits 3 minutes longer than recipe called for. I was trying to get them to "lightly brown" but it didn't seem to help. They didn't brown at all.

As Keith was not at all impressed with these biscuits, I had a lot of leftovers. I decided to bag them up and take them to work with me. They've made for a good breakfast snack, after bring microwaved and slathered in peanut butter. I'll be having the last of them later this morning. Peanut butter makes anything better.

So, in closing, you might want to give them a try if you're a better baker than me. But if you want a sure thing, skip this recipe. If I ever try baking these biscuits again, I'll be sure to update you on the outcome.

Stay tuned for more reviews, and please leave a comment if you have any suggestions for me. Well, actually, you can feel free to leave a comment even if you don't have a suggestion.

Doctor Who?

When I was little, Dr. Yates' office was a comforting place. While most kids don't enjoy going to the doctor, I always did, in a way. I think it's because I knew that shortly after I left there, I'd probably be feeling better. And I knew that because... he gave me medicine when I needed it, he did blood work to try to find out what was wrong, his nurse put a band-aid on my butt after I got a shot, or whatever. Basically, he just did his job. He was old-school. He was kind, but he told it like it was. He smoked a pipe in the exam room and it didn't even seem strange back then. Oh lord, imagine if that was to take place in this day and age. The lawsuits! The newspaper articles! It would be pandemonium.

You see, when I was little, there were two things "wrong" with me. First, I developed what Dr. Yates called "nervous stomach" when I started the first grade. I complained of an upset stomach so many mornings, that eventually I had to go see the doctor. He said it was most likely my nerves, and gave me this horrible tasting green medicine. To this day, I still sometimes wonder if the medicine was real, or made up to make me think it was helping a stomach ache. Don't get me wrong, my stomach really did hurt, but I mostly just didn't want to go to school. Man, that stuff was really awful. I can't even describe it. But if I think about it, I can still taste it. Actually, you know what it tasted like? It tasted the way heartburn feels... all the way down.

The other issue I had, was with my ears. I got a lot of ear infections and my eardrums were apparently inferior in some way, because they burst, twice. That's another thing I can remember vividly; that pain is the worst pain I've ever felt. I can remember laying on the living room couch, just wanting it to go away. My dad had stayed up with me that night, which was strange. I begged to go see Dr. Yates, so he would make it better. Unfortunately it was the middle of the night, so there wasn't much that could be done. Sometime later, after another ear infection, I heard Dr. Yates tell whoever was there with me - I'm sure it was either my mom or my Grandma - that if I got another one, I'd have to get tubes in my ears. I had no idea what that meant, but I knew it didn't sound fun. Thankfully, I either grew out of getting ear infections, or talked myself out of another one. It was about 22 years before I had one again. And let me tell you, the ear infection I had as an adult was just as miserable as all the ones from my childhood.

Anyway, the point is, I lived through it all. I was never afraid to get a shot or have my temperature taken, and I think that means something. I wish I could thank Dr. Yates now, for giving me that sense of security when I was young. I have a feeling he'd just tell me he was doing his job.

Dr. Yates retired when I was a teenager. I didn't go to a doctor again for probably 5 or so years. Since then, I've been through four or five other doctors. Each time I've swtiched, it was beacuse they moved, or retired, or started only doctoring commercial pilots, or something random like that. I didn't stop seeing them because I didn't like them. Well, except the one in The Village. He was just awful. But overall, I've been basically satisfied.

I like the doctor I go to now. He's a nice enough guy, and he seems to care. But I still long for the comfort I felt when I was young. Nowadays I'm not always convinced that I'll really be feeling better soon after I see him. I don't know if it's the health care system, if it's the fault of insurance agencies, or if it's just the fact that we live in a much more fast paced society, but things just aren't the way they used to be. Getting us in and out, as fast as possible, seems to be the policy these days. And that's if you can even get an appointment in the first place.

I have no idea what might work to improve the medical situation in this country, but I know a lot of people have a lot of different ideas. I also know that I'm one of the lucky ones, because I do have really good insurance that I don't have to pay a lot for. However, I guess I still need to go read the newspaper or something, and try to educate myself on the whole situation. I'm 32 now, and Dr. Yates isn't going to start practicing again anytime soon. I might has well learn to live with that.

Picture Pages - 26 Years Ago Yesterday

Happy Birthday, Ames.

I love you, little cousin! I can't believe you're a grown-up. Let's go to Burger King!

P.S. Why can't I have hair and skin like that now? I was so blonde, and so tan!