September, 2011 Archives


Tony Bennett

by Pj in Information, Random

I like the rain. Warm chocolate chip cookies, a good book or movie, a fire and soft pillow talk music.


You Wicked Thing

by Pj in Family

I don’t know what other Mothers and Daughters discuss between themselves while eating lunch at Disneyland, but our conversation went something like.

“Which evil character do you think you most resemble?”

“Evil Character?”

“Yea. Lady Tremaine, Cinderella’s wicked Stepmother, Snow White’s step mother the Queen, Cruelladevil, My personal favorite, Maleficent from sleeping beauty…”

“Are you serious? Yours is Maleficent?”


“Interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever considered that question. I always recognized the similarities, either imagined or wished for toward the heroine, I never considered the similarities toward the antagonist.”

“So, which one?”

“Let me give it some thought.”

“O.K…. I need a Peter Pan hat.”

“Of course you do.”

And off we flew to Never Land to discover that the evil one had stolen, purchased or hid them all from every corner, every store, every booth, every location we could find in both parks.

But alas, we remembered the land of cyberspace where all things can be purchased and delivered to your tree house, castle, stump or wooded hideaway.

Christmas is coming.


No Matter What

by Pj in Family

I started a tradition and didn’t even know it. I started taking my daughters on “mommy trips”. Just the two of us. Last year I took Ciera to Oregon and Northern California. We rented a car and went wherever we felt like going. One day we sat in an amusement park arguing. But at the end we reached a new understanding and not necessarily about the other person.

This week Wistie and I are going to Newport Beach. Just the two of us. Sort of.
Again I rented a car and we will go wherever we want. I hope we don’t argue in the amusement park, but if we do I know it’ll end up alright.

This isn’t a time when I give sage advice, because frankly I don’t have any. I don’t think I talk too much about me or my life, unless they ask and really want to know. I try really hard not to “interview” them on these trips, but sometimes being me gets in the way of us.

I know I will always be “the mom”, but I am discovering that the relationship I developed with them as children has evolved into a wonderful relationship as adults. I still remind them that “I am the Mom!” and I tell them I am not their friend and they don’t have to like me, but the truth for me is they are my bestest friends.

They always love me, no matter what. And I them.

Traditions. I like em.


Business Breakfast Bust

by Pj in Information, Random

This week we went to a business breakfast meeting. It is held weekly with other business people who work together to promote each other’s work. It is like having 27 other people networking for you. It is a very good idea, don’t you think?

I had all these grandiose ideas on how I’d promote my writing, my production work, my marketing knowledge, my web site development experience, my constant contact know how. I wanted to show them how I could help them promote their own companies or products. I wanted to remind them that 50% of their business is from former clients and they need to reach out to them and remind them of what they can do for them. I wanted to share the benefits of effective and efficient advertizing or just suggest ways to utilize technology for their business and their personal lives. I wanted to spin it from a business investment to a personal perspective and tell them about producing their own family movies or documenting their own memorable moments. I had 60 seconds to give my spiel…. I failed.

Chris and I walked in. He was promoting his business and I was promoting mine. We were greeted by most everyone. They asked questions. They wanted to know what we do, all except the head huncho woman who walks up, shakes Chris’ hand, asks about his business and doesn’t even acknowledge me at all. What is up with that? A few minutes later she comes up to me and asks for Chris’ business card.

“I don’ t have his, but I have mine.”

“OH! You work? You have your own business? What do you do?”

I smile, hand her my card and I so want to be brilliant and clever in my response, but I bite my tongue.

“I’m a writer/producer”
“Really. Well, isn’t that interesting.”
And away she walks.

I’m really not good at this promoting myself stuff and even worse at being nice to %^&**()& . I need someone who can sell me.

Any salesmen…women out there?

P.S. They all really liked Chris.



by Pj in Information, Random

Today I walked into my employer’s office. He was in a discussion with another attorney. I handed him identical letters to sign. Both needed to be mailed, one certified and the other standard mail.

He needed to sign both. No copies allowed.

“How did you know that Pam?”

“She’s such a smart girl!”


“You’re such a smart girl!”

I almost felt like rolling over and playing dead.

Let’s be clear here. I am older then both of these “smart lawyers.” I would like to smack them around to shake off their arrogance and condescending attitudes, but frankly, this woman doesn’t care what they think of her. She also understands that they don’t really believe she is smart. After all, she is 53 and is working for them. How smart can she be?

Now, sit. Sit. Good girl. Shake hands. Go fetch.

“Such a smart girl!”


She Called

by Pj in Family

My son was hurt. Seriously.

After the ambulance ride, after the air-vac, after the surgery, after the discovery of his broken back, after his brace fitting, before he recouped In our home, before getting the first of many bills and just as reality of this life altering experience began to penetrate our daily moments, she called.

A friend who loves my son, who helped raise him, who values him. She called to ask about him. And she called to ask about me.

And I cried.

(He is recovering remarkably well)

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