There’s a little part of me that wants to be heard by people far and wide.  I don’t know that I want to be famous, per se, but sort of.  Having a blog hanging out there in the universe gives me a little of that, and someday I hope to publish a novel or two that will be read by more than my immediate family, but right now I’m relatively unknown.

In my estimation people on the airwaves are totally famous.  And guess what?  I know people who have been on the airwaves.  Radio, to be precise.  Am I famous by association?

My nephew Fojo has a weekly radio show at KUMM.  OK, I know that sounds really icky and perverted, but it’s actually the local radio station at the University of MN, Morris.  Get it?  K-University-of-Minnesota-Morris (KUMM).  If you ever want to listen to it you can stream at KUMM.org.  O-R-GIf you search for KUMM-dot-anything-else you might find something a little less savory than a wholesome college campus radio station.

Fojo’s show contains an eclectic mix of music because guess what?  Not only does he have interesting taste in music he takes requests.  Seriously, he plays everything from Waylon Jennings to Led Zeppelin.  He’s like Dr. Johnny Fever, programming his own music and has probably even said “booger” on the air.

Fojo’s on-air prowess was most likely inherited from his mother, Charlotte, who also had a radio show when she was in college.  Her sultry voice, heard on KVSC in St. Cloud, MN, was a big hit with the guys taking residence at the local prison – KVSC was the only radio station they were allowed to listen to.

Charlotte’s day in the radio sun has past, but Fojo reigns every Sunday afternoon from noon to 2:00 p.m., except during spring break and summer break and any other breaks the school has.  I’m impressed that he’s able to talk and work all of the radio knobs at the same time – I doubt I’d be able to do that.  So I just tune in and enjoy the show.

I may never be famous, but at least I can hobnob with people who are.

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Fat Tuesday

It’s Mardi Gras!  Party on, for tomorrow we fast.

The Faces of Mardi Gras

Mom’s Chocolate Chip Cookies

It was cold outside and I wanted to bake something, because there’s nothing better on a cold winter day than a hot oven and fresh bakery.  I made a batch of Mom’s chocolate chip cookies.

These were the cookies I grew up on.  These were the first cookies I learned how to bake.  On the first night at my first apartment I mixed up and ate a whole batch of this cookie dough (raw eggs be damned!) as an act of independence.  Mom’s chocolate chip cookies are still following me around, giving me a cozy feeling on this winter day.

I’m not going to give a recipe because these cookies would have no significance to you.  These aren’t just chocolate chip cookies, they’re Mom’s chocolate chip cookies.  There must be dozens of recipes for “Mom’s chocolate chip cookies” because nearly every mom in the universe makes chocolate chip cookies at some time or other, even if they come out of the grocery store refrigerator case.  What makes them special is that they’re the cookies your mom made.  And they’re delicious.


Nelson Sings Berlin

The other day I was reminded of a song I haven’t heard in a long time.  Decades ago when I first heard it I loved the lyrics and seldom used three-quarter time.  When I heard it recently I couldn’t get it out of my head for days, which wasn’t a bad thing because it’s such a lovely song.

What’ll I Do was written (or released, I can’t be sure) in 1924 by Irving Berlin and has been recorded by dozens of artists since ~ Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, and Linda Ronstadt to name a few. It’s a sad song about a failed romance and is usually sung in a dreamy, swoony fashion.

I came across a version of this song that tore my heart out. Not only is the music divine, the artist and video capture the loneliness and melancholy of the song completely. I surprised myself when I chose Willie Nelson’s rendition of What’ll I Do as the best I’d ever heard. What do you think?

So Boring

I don’t know if you’ve noticed (I have) that I haven’t been posting much on my blog lately.  The fact of the matter is, I feel like my life is just too dull to share with the universe.  I mean, how many times does anyone want to hear about the bottle cap charms and magnets I’m making?  Does anyone really care what I had for dinner?  Dull, I say.

But lately I’ve been thinking about a friend of mine who is having way more excitement than she deserves.  And not the good kind of excitement.  I’m talking about worries, family indifference on one side, family illness on another, even death.  All…at…once.  My heart goes out to her, and I realize how lucky I am that my life is so dull.

Blessings to my friend, her entire family, and anyone else who is having too much ickiness going on.  I send wishes you for a dull life and feel grateful about how boring mine is.


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