Keto Along the Way-Take Me There!-Part2

 

Some people hate car rides. Especially very long car rides. For me, they make my sensory come to life. Everything from cows off in distant pastures, skyscraper as we pass through larger cities, old houses, churches, landmarks, and deer (the ones that dodged the headlights!)
For many years, I have made countless road trips from Atlanta going north via I-75 to I-24 through the rolling hills of Tennessee. With a one hour time change and rest stops included, our annual drive to St. Louis is around 10 hours. Stopping along the way is often discouraged in order to keep good time. This time, we made an exception.
  

The Old General Store

    There is something about a road trip  that boost my appetite. I can't seem to ever get enough to eat while in the car. Before starting Keto, I usually would like the starchy things like BBQ potato chips, Goldfish crackers and sandwiches. Since my diet now is virtually no carb, this situation is more of a challenge and I will need a little help. I am hopeful that this first stop will make it happen for me.
  
    It was one of those places I would always notice every time we would pass though this mountaintop whistle-stop. The signage alone left me protein hopeful.
   
    The November air felt brisk and we were glad to stretch our legs. As weary travelers, we were welcomed with down home country panorama. This place had everything! Smoked ham, fresh bacon, handcrafted barbecue sauces and homemade fudge.
   

  This is what you bring to the office picnic and ask "Where do I put the Jello?"

     The walls were lined with antiques from local dealers, a working player piano and a display to commemorate one very bad day for a rattle snake.

     There was also an area in the store which housed a museum dedicated to the legendary country duo the Louvin Brothers. Though they were a little before my time, I was impressed with the large collections of photos, CD's and  memorabilia.

      There was way more to see and do but we were on a tight schedule.


What did I come away with?  
Tah-dah!

    Now don't judge me. When we were kids, we didn't know sardines were little fishes and there was actually a reason dad was sent outside by mom to the back patio table to eat them. The same is true with pork skins. After all, are any of us really bothered by the fact that bacon is pork belly? The pork rinds came in a variety of flavors and are 100% carb-free (so is bacon for that matter).


The Icon


I guess maybe another reason I like road trips is because of all the time I spent on the road growing up. We were military and would often travel cross country to relocate and my mom never wanted to fly anywhere. My awareness of surroundings back then were every bit as much vivid as it is now. I took everything all in. Everything from the fanning rows of corn in the farms as we passed through the Midwest while Steppenwolf played on the radio.

   It was back in the day when there were no Quick Trips or mega-truck stops and the only place for lodging, really, was the Holiday Inn.

    The concept of a roadside convenience store had not really yet transpired but wasn't completely nonexistent. Yes, there was a place in the middle of nowhere where we could stop in, stretch and buy a rabbits foot as a souvenir. I remember this place and how very remote the locations were. As a kid I also wondered where the people who worked there actually lived as it seemed like we were miles from the nearest civilization.
  
    As we revisited this place today, we arrived to find that this store location was immaculate. It appeared as though it were family owned and the owners seemed quite glad to see us. Maybe it was because everyone else went to Quick Trip or Love's that day as it was very quiet. The dining room looked as though it had not yet been dined in that day. The shelves were neat and fully stocked. Since we were in the Bible Belt, the writing on the wall of the ladies room had mostly scripture verses and "Jesus Saves" next to their names as opposed to the typical countess phone numbers and indecent proposals.



   Though the pecans are keto friendly the caramel and the confection are not. A serving of this pecan log (1/8 of a piece) has 27 grams of carbs. A small sliver of this daily should be fine. If keep it in my refrigerator, I will be able to enjoy this for a long while.



The Brewery

  

  Some of the most successful businesses started out of peoples basements. Steve Jobs started Microsoft in his basement and Walt Disney and Amazon actually started in garages. We hear these stories and are amazed. However, when it happens to someone in your family and you are able to watch it unfold as its happening, that's a whole different story.

     Four years ago I wrote a blog about my brother in-law, Matt who had a home brewery in his basement. The name of the blog was titled "Bang Bang" because he took us all out to the shooting range while we were in St. Louis that year  to visit that year and I fired a rifle for the first time. Here is the link....

https://gettinglostismygoal.blogspot.com/2014/11/bang-bang.html

     A lot has happened in four years and he no longer operates his brewery from his basement. Out of this genius invention came a successful craft brewery with the offspring of a coffee house, events venue and phase two of the brewery itself.

     A year ago during Thanksgiving, we celebrated as a family just before the soft launch of the new brewery with pizza and craft beer. Fast forward one year later the brewery is now standing room only and once again we have reason to celebrate. There is only one problem. I'm not supposed to eat the pizza.  

     Since we are all family and we already have bragging rights because Matt uses our pizza sauce recipe, I had an idea. I looked at the menu and saw where they serve a house salad. I looked at the many varieties of pizza. There was BBQ chicken with red onion as well as buffalo chicken with red onion and ranch and a grilled fajita. I suggested to Matt that the two should be combined for trouble makers like me. I had a grilled fajita salad and I really liked it. Maybe my idea will stick and end up on the menu!

Places visited: Jim Olivers Smoke House
                Monteagle, Tennesee               

Stuckey's
  Pelham, Tennesee
               
                         Good News Brewing Company,                         

    O'Fallon, Missouri

                           Date visited: Between 
                                November 20th                                            and
                                     24th, 2018
















  Making the decision to be on the Keto diet was by far one of the best lifestyle decision for me. I feel great most of the time. I'm not grouchy as easily, the quality of my work has improved, and the edema and inflammation are gone. Now that I am at my ideal weight, I am able to fuel up a little more with some carbs on the weekends and work on building muscle tone. Not go "cray cray"with the carbs but just fuel up a little more. It's a learning process that I'm working on finding my place a lot of the time but it has proved that it works. It can definitely become a frustrating game of do's and don't but everyone is different. I am still learning of who to listen to and what I should just ignore.

I don't like rattlesnakes!

    
     

   

   

Keto Along the Way! - Rockin' The Paradise! - Part 1

There it is- the "K" word! In case you're wondering, yes that word now applies to me! I have been

fortunate enough to be at a healthy weight most of my life but over the past few years, I have developed some health interferences that have left me just not feeling like myself.

        I'm just going to come out and be real about this. As I have become "of age" (in reference to entering middle age) I have struggled with inflammation problems, edema, anxiety probably from the result of fluctuating hormones, and yes, weight gain! I don't go to the doctor and I don't to take medication so I researched and googled natural supplements to ease these aging symptoms. I also started a workout routine last Summer but saw little change. I felt that the only thing I could do was just accept these things as a part of growing older but quite truthfully, they really suck!

         I had heard about this keto lifestyle and have had many friends share their success stories so I did tons of research. When I learned that I would get to eat nuts, boiled eggs, any and all berries, gourmet cheeses, dark chocolate, and chicken tenders, I became intrigued as my diet consists mostly of all of these things. I could totally do this! It's just that there were many other things I would have unplug from my diet should I follow this plan. I would need to do without most of my endless consumption of chips and salsa at the Mexican restaurant, sandwiches on Hogie rolls, pizza crust and sadly my Jarritos (it's this Mexican soda that comes in many flavors and goes good with chips and salsa).

       So the story begins. I started with a 24-hour fast and little by little eliminated carbs from my diet over a period of about a week. I am constantly on the hot pursuit of information and have probably done over 100 different searches on Google most of which start with "How many carbs in..." I  had no idea that there were so many hiding places for carbs and how careful I actually needed to be to reach my goal and staying under 50 grams of carbs per day!
   
      I have replaced chips and salsa with celery and peanut butter. I now enjoy salami and provolone rolls, and eat lots of cashews. If there is pizza in my house, I peel off and eat the cheese and take the crust outside for the birds. I even was able to replace my soda with a drink called Zevia. It is made from the the natural sweetener Stevia plant, it comes in many flavors and tastes like regular soda. It's a bit more expensive so I try to get it when it's on sale.

     Among the information from my endless research, I have also read that if you eat a ketogenic diet one of the disadvantages is not being able to enjoy going out to dinner as often. Since I like to write about traveling and eating, I have also wondered how my new lifestyle would effect my experiences. Regardless, I made the decision to prove this information to be wrong!

      My experiences would not be limited. Maybe just a little different. I have learned that going keto involves a little more creativity with eating.

     And the journey continues as we had approached my favorite week of the year which is always Thanksgiving. Each year we drive 10  hours from Atlanta to St. Louis to visit family. When we get there, we go to our favorite brewery and then we drink craft beer at the brewery, eat pizza and cook meat all day the next day. Besides that, we don't really do much else. That's kind of the point of the trip. It is also why

4 types of meat for TG : Sausage, turkey, tri-tips and ribs.

I have not written much about my St. Louis trips because there's not really a who lot to say about them. However, this year it will be my first Thanksgiving with the challenge of staying in Ketosis. I begged and begged my husband to please not be about point a to point b on this trip and to please adapt the Clark Griswald mentality of "Getting there is half the fun!" I even offered to get up an hour earlier that morning. I got lucky and he agreed. So with that,  I will  write of  an adventure which I have never written about - the keto-eating journey with as much creativity as I  can          muster at the many unique stops along
 the the 10-hour drive! .





 Here we go!!!   


                                          For your enjoyment: Rockin' The Paradise-STYX

Monorail Chronicles - The 4 Things that Made Me Cry at Disney

As mentioned before, Disney for me was once not the experience that everyone raves about. At one point, it just all seemed like hype to me. Because of poor planning, timing and a negative attitude, I really could have cared less about having the experience. That was many years ago.
  The weeks that preceded the big adventure seemed normal- day to day life, work, cleaning house, school. I didn't even really start packing for the trip until a few days before we left. Never before would I ever imagine that anything about the experience would bring me to tears. But it did. More than once.

1- Getting Out of the Car.

   There are just some days that are set apart from others where life will never really be the same once that day is over. On this day I knew we were going to have a major life event together as a family and we knew it was all about to start. The drive on the way to the park was rather quiet and filled with anticipation. It was early and very sunny outside. Madi was wearing her ball cap. I didn't think it would actually be as powerful as it was. We were parked at Simba 119. We were here!

2- Walking Down Main Street.

Disney Parade with Ariel

                                                            
Another powerful moment. Once we had made the journey from the shuttle train, through the crowd to the Monorail and followed that same crowd through security and scanned our fingerprints at the gate, the journey was now about to become very real. It was overwhelming. I could not stop gazing at the Magic Castle where it seemed like everyone I knew had had there picture here and posted on Facebook. I waved hi to Peter Pan and I think he maybe saw me! I was not thinking about finances, I was not thinking about work situations or schedules. Here I was at the happiest place on earth...and well, pretty happy!

3- Elsa, Anna and Deidre

                                                                  
There are many rides throughout the Disney parks that take you through imaginary worlds in the form of boat rides through water canals. Some of these floatables were of clam shells like the ones we rode on for The Seas With Nemo and some took us through cool misty caves with a view of skulls as we became Scallywags on The Pirates of the Caribbean. They are all a little different and, in any event, a nice relief from the Summer heat. There was one of these particular voyages, however, that I remember well.
  You may be wondering - whose Deidre? She wasn't an unknown character in the movie "Frozen." She's part of my story. She's my youngest at 7 years old and I was 42 years old when she was born. She was sitting in front of me in our viking boat on the Frozen Ever After ride. Though the song "Let it Go" has had it's share of plays and replays and endless airtime on the Disney Radio-waves, it still remains timeless. But it was a little different this time...

I was at Disney. It was ever more so powerful!
 
  I thought about Deidre and the fact that, though I may be getting older, she is still young and has more time to build memories with us just like this. I know I made a fool of myself as I sat behind her and struggled to control the waterworks.

4-Torrential Downpour

   Yes, a sudden downpour can happen at anytime in Orlando Florida during the Summer, However this can be a problem at Disney if it's late, it's time for fireworks and you have not yet ridden Space Mountain.
   Our beloved family recommended that we have our Space Mountain adventure late just before the park closes. This makes sense because Space Mountain has one of the longest wait times and after the firework show is over, there is usually a mass exodus from the park at that time.
   We knew things were grave when our Jungle Cruise ride was cancelled due to lightning in the area. We had hoped for the best but checked the weather radar online and sure enough we were doomed!
With the fireworks delayed and the rain endless, we waited under the canopy of the It's a Small World ride.
   When someone in your family has special needs, things like Space Mountain can be very important. I have a little bit of autism myself so I understand this. However, Space Mountain was not as much of a priority for everyone else as it was for Rebecca. We were at the Magic Kingdom for nearly 12 hours and everyone else was ready to call it a night. My beloved family was kind enough to stay with Rebecca and take her to the ride and drop her off with us later.
   Our goodbye to the Magic Kingdom ended with no fireworks, a long exhausting walk in the rain which led us out of the park to the Monorail and from there eventually to the shuttle train through the very large parking lot. It wasn't exactly what we had planned. We then arrived before the massive crowd feeding into the monorail which didn't seem to be moving too quickly. Tired and spent, we then received the dreaded text message that Rebecca had not made it to the ride on time before it had shut down for the night.
   Though heartbroken at the time, the magic once again found us when our beloved family was able switch out a Park Hopper pass the next day and her friend that was with us had one additional fast pass. Rebecca's disappointment then turned to triumph when she heard the good news! Then, finally to our surprise, the delay for the firework show had been lifted and we watched them late into the night from the Monorail line.

Now wasn't that sappy?! In any event, Summer is over, school is back in session, and there are difficult moments during my days that leave me thinking "Gosh I wish I was at Disney right now!" It is all we have talked about for the past month! I can now say that I have officially crossed over!

Tomorrowland where Space Mountain is located.

 



Frozen Ever After with Ana and Elsa

The coolest part of this ride is where the boat ascends during the ride and later shifts and shoots the viking boat backwards during the chorus of "Let it Go.
     Frozen Ever After is located in Norway at EPCOT. The cold never bothered me anyway!





                                                        


                                                                Yeah. Crazy. I know.

My Beloved Family:

Michael

Rebecca

Madeline

Emma

Laurel

Deidre

Cari 

(Cast Member)

Mel

Taylor

Madison

Donna

Marv

Liselle and

 Hannah 

(Cari's Special Friends)

                                                                            

The Monorail Chronicals - I Was Hungry

My "Pinocchio"
(Yes, it's okay for grown-ups to play with their food at Disney)

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    Now I am the kind of person who never orders
the salad when I go out to eat. I try to eat fairly healthy as a general rule the rest of the time when I am at home or at the school I work at but when I travel, I usually eat what I want. 
    Disney parks are by in no means short of it's wide variety of eaterys but because I was with beloved family who knew Disney, I once again had a little help with the decision making. Because we were at Disney I believe that there were likely no bad decisions to be made and we found this to be true based on our selections. 
   Our beloved family had gotten an earlier start than we did on that first day for Magic Kingdom and landed a spot in line for the "Peter Pan's Flight" ride which is located in the Fantasyland district of the park. They were kind enough to include Deidre and Laurel (my two youngest) to join them while the rest of us waited. After their "flight" had landed, the inviting aromas from the restaurants around the park served as our summons to feast.

The closest restaurant in proximity at the time was Pinocchio Village Haus. From the outside, the facade was a timber-frame design that would typically be seen in Germany or the Swiss Alps. I wondered how good the Spaetzle would be and what varieties of Bratwursts were served. Then I remembered "But wasn't Pinocchio Italian?" Sure enough, the menu included a chicken Parmesan sandwich, pizza, pasta, and meatball subs which is certainly nothing to complain about, just, well, different than what I expected. I went for the calories and had some of the best white meat chunked chicken nuggets ever!
      The food was great but I really liked the atmosphere as it resembles a Hofbrau style interior decor embellished with Pinocchio and friends. This Alpine-like design was likely due to a change in character adaptation that Walt Disney made in 1937 before releasing the film. He wanted to add more charm appeal from the original character which had somewhat more of a darker story line that followed. For viewing pleasure, the restaurant also has a large window that overlooks the ride "It's a Small World."

                    

  EPCOT

   We spent 12 hours at Magic Kingdom that day. That is a long day with a lot of walking which was good because eating well can go along with burning off the calories. However, we were tired and a little slow to get going the next day. Though I looked forward to our EPCOT visit, I was enjoying the still slowness of the morning on the back patio of our hotel. My time was soon interrupted when my husband came out and informed me that my beloved family had made lunch reservations at an English pub for 12:00 PM. I am an obsessed Anglophile. Anyone who has read my blog before knows this about me (I have been 3 times since 2013). My down time no longer mattered. I did not want to be late for anything that came with mash.

Shepherds Pie is a well known dish throughout the UK.
The bowl was filled to the rim with ground beef and lamb, fresh carrots,
peas covered with mash, and baked with Irish cheese.

   With a view of the World Showcase Lagoon at EPCOT, the cheese, the servers, and the company made for a cozy, lazier feel for the early afternoon at the Rose and Crown Pub. The menu here was very consistent to what I experienced in Britain. Almost every meal contained meat and carbs but in Britain, the two are often a fusion. Meats are often within a pie crust or smothered with potatoes. I like it both ways.
    It is only in Britain where I will likely have a beer before 5 o'clock. My meal was complimented with sample Bass Ale and Harp Lager. 

Chefs De France

What's better than a little girl time while the guys are off having their pizza in Italy. In recent years as I began to take on my great interest in travel, I have coupled this with developing my language skills. I have been studying Spanish in-depth for the last three years and in the past year have decided to expand even more. I have discovered that with the exception of pronunciation, Spanish and French languages have many similarities.
   My brother-in-law was involved in the dinner reservations for the evening and we had to divide the numbers accordingly as there were 13 of us. I was on the swing between Italian and French cuisine and he asked me what I prefered-well gosh, let me think a little on that one! The only time I had ever been to France was passing through Charles Du Gaulle airport last Summer to London and with 5 children, we frequent the Little Ceasars 5.99 deal often enough. Time to put my language skills into practice, which I did that evening as I joined the ladies of our group!
   

 Poulet Pouvais et Pomme Puree avec Vin Rouge

  
The Dole Whip

  There are certain elements associated with Disney that are original only to Disney. This by no means is an experience to be left out. Let's be very clear about that.
   As our day flowed smoothly that day at the Magic Kingdom, we had the pleasure of visiting the tropical paradise of Aloha Isle and Walt Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room. Here we were serenaded with silly songs sung harmoniously by the numerous species of tropical Audio-Animatronic birds. There is nothing better than pairing this delight with another to complete our Luau.
   The Dole Whip gives the tourist the pleasure of the frozen  treat to cool off from the heat of the Summer. Though it is dairy-free, the creamy consistency along with the well known flavor of Dole pineapple can be enjoyed by anyone.
   So once you return from Disney and anyone asks if you enjoyed your Dole Whip, be sure to hold yourself accountable.



EPCOT:

Experimental Prototype Community Of Tomorrow

                                                                    
    
  

The Monorail Chronicles - The 7 Things I've learned About Doing Disney Right

   Whenever I take a travel adventure, I like to write about what I experienced and all the  nuances of how that experience effected me. I have never really written my stories necessarily with the "how to" purpose or a practical guide that provides helpful information. However, I've learned a few things both from this most recent Disney trip as well as Disney trips in the past that there really are a lot of things to know before planning the great adventure. All of my blogs are different and I hope that anyone who may be planning a trip to Disney World in the future will find this information useful.

   You see, over the last several years after previous experiences at the Disney theme parks, I just didn't have that "Magical" feeling that everyone talks about. There were many reasons for this-I didn't plan ahead well and I had a different attitude on life that made the whole Disney experience seem like just a big hassle and nothing more than just a commercial racket. I have since matured over time and now that my children are older, thank goodness I no longer have that perspective. However, there are always some helpful things to remember to make the experience a little easier, cheaper and more enjoyable. 

1. It is better not to go when your kids are too young.

   Oh, the strollers! Yes, you can bring your own or drop 15 bucks to rent out the larger ones that are available at the parks. As helpful as I remember those larger strollers to be from previous visits, I saw many of them as well as the other strollers parked outside of theaters, restaurants and Dumbo rides and parents holding on to their squirmy little ones while struggling to remain patient in lines sometimes as long as 90 minutes. I felt for them as I saw this. But at the same time was so relieved that those days were behind us.
    When we started having children, we waited as long as we could to purchase a minivan. It wasn't until after baby number three that we made this inevitable decision. The same should hold true for Disney. According to Disney, whether you are Peter Pan or not, you are an adult at age ten and there is a very small difference in price between the child and adult passes. Additionally, when a child is very young he or she will remember very little about the experience and will be limited to what attractions are age appropriate for them. Okay, now I am going to be very honest and transparent here. There were seven of us and only one of us was under age ten. Even with a discount provided by a beloved family member who works for Disney, two-day passes for all of us were nearly $1400. You see what I mean? Make it worth the experience and wait.

2. Make use of the Lines App

    Because we were VERY fortunate to have beloved family with us who are employed by Disney we had access to the inside scoop on things. Though I know this is not the case for most folks, I was able to gain some valuable information.
   As we worked our way around through the Magic Kingdom we

At the parade.

made use of something called the Lines app. This is a very helpful tool that provides information about real-time wait times for all rides and attractions. This way, were able to know what attraction to go to at the best times. Unlike the good ole days when everyone was standing around and having discussions and debates about what to do next while precious time was passing, this app helped us to have as much fun as we could in a day while making good use of our time.

3. Bring your own water.

     Bag checks are required at all Disney parks, but food and beverages brought into the park for outside are permitted. We were at Magic Kingdom for a total of 12 hours during the month of July. A lot of water will be necessary so it is best to carry backpacks with what ever snacks and drinks you will need for the day. The backpack may be heavy at first but will empty itself quickly as the day wears on. If you don't bring your own water, be prepared to spend about the same as you would at an airport at $3.00 per bottle sold throughout the parks. That adds up very quickly! Or there's always Florida water from the fountains if you prefer. (If you've never been to Florida, the tap water tastes like sulfur which brings me to my next topic.)

4. Remember, you are in Florida.

   A sudden downpour can happen at anytime and likely will in the Summer months. We found that the best way to prepare for this are rain ponchos. You can get them at the dollar store, they fold up and are easy to store as they don't take as much space as an umbrella. Just be sure to not get separated from your loved ones because when everyone is covered with a rain Pancho, all of Disney looks like one big happy family and it's not such a "Small World" after all.

5. Dramamine

   No, not just for the kids, for you, the grown up! We found this to be true not at Magic Kingdom but the next day when we went to EPCOT. This brings me back to a memory from one day when I took kid #3, Emma, to the mall. She had never been on a roller coaster before and wanted to be introduced to the idea by taking a ride on one of those motion simulators. Not thinking a thing of it, I climbed in with her ready to equally enjoy the thrill. I don't know if I just thought a little too much about what was actually happening, the motion of the capsule and the hills and turns on the screen but about half way through the ride, I broke out into a sweat and could feel myself turning a light shade of green. The music in the background seemed to grow louder and louder. I thought to myself, there is no way this ride could possibly be making me sick. I like to think of myself as someone who wants to live for an adventure but can I not even handle a simulated ride at the mall? I guess the more I age, I'm a little less resilient this way than I used to be. The ride ended in time and I was soon fine.

Tomorrowland-Magic Kingdom

    I never even thought about it again until we arrived at the Mission Space ride at EPCOT. I knew nothing about the ride beforehand, and got in line just like I had for Mickey's PhilharMagic and Enchanted Tales with Belle. As we entered the line we were handed an orange ticket that read: "Warning: You should not ride if you are made uncomfortable by enclosed dark spaces or simulators.You should not ride if you are prone to motion sickness or made uncomfortable by enclosed dark spaces, simulators, or spinning." From just simply reading this alone I once again broke out into a sweat. Maybe the word "spinning" jolted my attention. The memory of that day of at the mall immediately reentered my mind and I retreated from the line at the last minute. Maybe the ride would have been spectacular enough for it to be worth any queasiness I would have experienced but at the same time, I did not want my experience at Disney to be effected in a bad way by becoming ill. I never thought me, as a grown up, would need Dramamine but it likely would have given me peace of mind and I would not have missed out on what would have been a great adventure. Now I have to wait until next time not knowing when that will be in the foreseeable future.

6. Let It Go!

  As mentioned before, our previous trips were a little on the stressful side with very young children in the Summer heat, the unexpected deluge, and the many monetary obligations. Before this upcoming trip, I had mentioned to a parent of one of my students that I would be visiting Disney and would be off the following week. She had mentioned that her family had also visited a few times. As we conversed more about this, she made me aware of something very important. She told me that when she is there something about Disney that makes her "like a little kid". She smiled and giggled as she said it. I thought about that a lot. I had hoped the same for my experience.

Bookshelves at Haunted Mansion

 We were in line for a ride called the Haunted Mansion at the Magic Kingdom. Since lines at Disney can be very long, Disney makes the process pleasant by adding props, scenery, sound effects and air conditioning which I think makes the experience well worth the money you spend. We gradually moved along and walked past the mysterious bookshelves where the books move in and out of their places by themselves creating a game of Whack-a Mole. The kids had fun trying to catch the books in time before they slid back  into the shelf. I thought to my self "I can do that." Without regard to the fact that I was an adult, I started playing along and took it very seriously. I felt a little silly when I realized I was the only adult doing so. But then I remembered that previous conversation. That is why I'm here.

7. Disney may set you back financially a little, but it's ok.

  Though saving up and planning ahead is highly recommended, the Disney experience is really kind of like planning a wedding. It should be the one time in your life where you can free yourself up and not feel guilty for spending more than you usually do as long as you have boundaries. This was a time of celebration for us and memorable time with family set apart from our normal way of life. We chose to eat well, play hard and allow a time to not say "no" to our kids. Yes, when we got home we felt the pinch a little but lifetime memories were built and money can't buy such precious things. Therefore, there is no room for guilt nor to beat ourselves up over it. Money comes and goes and then comes back again. Dreams, magic and memories are forever!

More about Mission Space

(Spoiler Alert! In case you've never been to EPCOT)

   10 out the 13 in our group had the Mission Space experience and raved about it after it was over. I listened to all their stories and became more and more curious to the point to where it really started to mess with me. So I decided to do some research.
   Now I stayed in line that day long enough to view the introductory video as a "trainee" on a simulated mission to Mars. When this crew of trainees board the ride, they enter a capsule which contains individual centrifuges within. So it turns out that in order to achieve the effect of G-force for the initial launch, one must have to spin and at a very high speed at times. Since you are surrounded by a magnified screen with a view of outer space and have fans blowing, motion sickness can be less likely especially if you don't know exactly what is happening. Once I realized this, I was very glad I walked away after having not had Dramamine. But may be more so inclined to have the experience now that I know what I know. In any event, I was glad my husband, kids (to include my very daring 7-year -old, Deidre), and extended family enjoyed the experience on my behalf. The ride is located at EPCOT in the Future World section and was opened to the public in 2003.

The Monorail Chronicals-Introduction

   Something very big happened this year. Madi, my second born, reached a huge milestone. Since I travel with my kids as a way of commemorating any graduation we now had reason to make these plans. I always need a reason to travel. My Kids. I gave birth to them. Why not? So for most of the second half of the school year, we browsed the globe and window shopped for what bargains we could find to places like Dublin, Prague, Amsterdam, multiple cities in Italy, Paris and Barcelona. All of these places were and are always of interest to me since I have never been to any of them and I've noticed that vacation packages are priced unusually low at this time. However, every time I suggested one of my ideas to go to any of these places, I noticed that there just was not the same level of excitement where Madi was concerned.

  Madi does not yet know where her future will take her but for the past year I have seen very little of her. She is already out in the world serving in the community doing things such as mentoring children, leading worship at church, taking college classes early and working a part-time job. I know that whatever she does, she will never let the grass grow under her feet. I like this about her but I also

know that this is the beginning of her moving more and more towards independence. This made me realize that family vacations may soon look a little different once she leaves the nest. Then one day I had an idea and made a suggestion. Though we had been to Disney World before, it had been many years. There were only two of them-Madi and her older sister Rebecca. Rebecca was obsessed with Buzz Lightyear and Madi was just out of preschool and I still have the Mickey Mouse ears that we bought when we were there. The years that followed were years when I was pregnant and could not ride theme park rides and the steady growth of our family with regular diaper changes, car sickness and no where to hide when there was a temper tantrum made for less interest in travel of any kind. We are now past these years as the number seven will remain the same for our family size and there is still time for one more adventure for all of us. When I suggested that we all make this pilgrimage she instantly grew with enthusiasm saying that there is nothing more that she would rather do. It was exactly what she wanted and we are going to do what we can to do it right in every way.

  So with chocolate on their faces, tangles in their hair, playing with Beanie Boos on the couch, Madi's three younger sisters will hear the announcement after we will have done our taxes on a Saturday afternoon.

  I usually blog even before I start packing. So with that I will write about an adventure which I have never written of until now.


                                                          

Mouse ears for Disney World from 2004

More Than A Feeling - A Memoir

I have lived in many places throughout my nearly fifty years. 13 to be exact to include six moves
before the age of 7. I've lived in Indiana, in Chicago 

where I remembered the field trips were most memorable and the time when it snowed in the desert in the middle of nowhere in El Paso Texas. Out of all thirteen locations, one remains the most
memorable. I visited that place today.

    I am fortunate that it is a place not too far away, 60 minutes is all.  I can visit often and have quite a bit but have never written of it. It had been raining on and off all that week but I was glad that it was a sunny day. It was also warm outside and I watched the country scenery quickly pass as we rode along.

    I think maybe the reason this place is so significant to me is because it is a great place to be if you are a musician. Back in the day, I made a lot of music on a very regular basis here. Even more significantly and most importantly, I heard a lot of  music here. Music that I associate with many past memories. I can pretty much say that in a lot of ways I am who I am today because of this place.

    When I arrived, there was really only one word to describe the whole reason for my visit, and that is - JUNK! And the older and more nostalgic, the better! I knew just the place.

     It was wall to wall, floor to ceiling, indoors and outdoors  as we made our way through the many tunnels. It was a sea of vintage lamps, record albums, old Watchman TV's, musical instruments, board games, furniture and clowns. There was even an area we could not get to because there was no pathway that had yet been established.

     In wanted my experience to be comparable to a good slow meal that I did not want to miss any part of. One small bite at a time savoring every single one. I opened cases and shook boxes before I opened them, I moved things around, lifted and looked under things. I didn't want to miss a thing. But what was really great was the music that was playing. Three songs in particular that I heard as I sifted through my treasures.

     REM

     It was all everyone ever talked about. It was here where it all started. One of the worlds most well bands came from this very place.....and...it was all anyone ever talked about. Everywhere we went, we heard their songs. Ok I get it. Until something happened one night. It had been a long week of exams, classes and performances. I needed a night out with friends. It was perfect. We walked the streets under the stars, waved to people we knew and did whatever we could to try to get the attention of those we wanted to meet.

      We walked until we found our spot at a well known club and settled in. After I had a beer I began to relax a bit. Now, I have been known to be bold at times. There was the time when I was a kid when I played the star spangled banner on the kazoo at the start of a talent show at a family reunion. Then another time, there was the very public temper tantrum at the bowling ally after to many gutter balls which led to a necessary trip to the parking lot.

     Then, I saw him. There he was. The man who was the lead vocalist in a band that released 15 albums, made numerous appearances on television and film and sang with monsters on Sesame Street. He was standing at the bar and I had decided I was not going to let the moment pass.  Once again, boldly, I walked over to him. And, well, I could tell he had not bathed in a while and he was a bit scruffy. "Are you Michael Stipe?" I asked him. He made eye contact with me and replied with a slow nod. I then asked "Did you once take a class with a Dr. Lewis Neilson?" I thought my efforts would some how open the doors for conversation. "No." he replied. And that was all. I returned to my friend and in humility asked :"Sally, can we please go now?"   

     Today, as I continued to browse through my gold mine, I realized that where I was standing was only a few blocks away from where this happened.

Boston

      When I first moved to this place, I didn't like it much. It was a big place, I had gotten lost a few times, I got an F on my first term paper (not just an F but an F-) and worst off, I was homeless. I slept in a study lounge my first few weeks here. Music was what got me through this time. However, once I got settled in and found a place to live, I was often the one resident who received the knock on the door to turn the music down.

     One morning, I woke to the surprise of snowfall outside which is a rarity here. Classes were cancelled that day and we were advised to stay home. Most knockers who were bothered by my music took advantage of the situation and left to get drunk.

      When I listen to music, I listen. I don't wash dished while it plays, its not playing in the background just going to waste. I listen and I hear everything. When I listen to it, I do nothing else and I hold this time to be sacred. I don't listen to the same song over and over again until I don't want to hear it anymore. I listen to many songs and keep them with me for a time. One of my favorite bands that I listened to often at the time was Boston whom I had recently discovered.

      Later that day, my drunken neighbors returned sick and hungover in the middle of the afternoon. I left and ate veggie lasagna and chocolate cake and then had a snowball fight with my friends. It was a great day!



Led Zeppelin

I was dressed in black and my audience and grand piano were waiting. I had been preparing for weeks. I had big hair at the time and the music by Mozart I played that night made me smile and I was free. All I remember was that I was in another world. It was exactly how I wanted it to be. I learned that night that if you love the music you play it will be easy. But sadly it would be for the last time. I would soon say goodbye.

       The last year I was here, I lived by myself. I didn't have to worry about bothering anyone.
No more fire drills in the middle of the night (where some were not actually drills), broken elevators, wild parties, and meetings that turned into gripe sessions. I had a black velvet bed spread, my own rocking chair, my own television and a black and gold clock that I bought at Service Merchandise. It was a small studio apartment that I called my own. I started drinking coffee that year. I cooked in my own kitchen but I was close enough to the dining hall that I could walk.
  (recital)

        Though I had high school friends that talked about Led Zeppelin and made great effort to try to play Stairway to Heaven on the guitar, it wasn't until this particular time in my life that I had made the discovery. I was so into them I bought the entire box set and listened to them on a daily basis. The day of my final recital I had a total of four performances: Jury's for my professors, accompaniment for a vocalist, and a band concert at the end of the day. That night when I got home, I listened hard.


        There have been many studies on the effects of background music while shopping. I am musically minded most of the time so any music in the background with have a very strong impact on me. However, the impact of  the background music today was unusually profound. I didn't break the bank today but what I experienced was priceless. Though I would have loved a vintage clarinet or a retro Danish Modern loveseat, school is now out and my funds need to be saved for future travels. I did come away with a small hand painted ocarina most likely from Peru, and a dazzling little piano. My third item was a napkin holder with a manufacture date of 1992...the year my short stay here would come to an end.

Place visited: Vic's Vintage, Athens, Georgia
Date visited: June 2nd, 2018

Vic's Vintage is unique and different from any other flea market I have ever been. It started as a collection of items gathered from all over the world from his travels and developed into a thriving business which started in 2011. 


Songs:
"The End of the World"- REM
"Foreplay-Long Time"- Boston
"Rock and Roll"- Led Zeppelin 


My encounter with Michael Stipe took place at The Globe which is a well know tavern in Athens, GA.


                                                    "Rock and Roll"- Led Zeppelin

                            

The Black Screen

  My excitement was gushing. It was a road trip different than the others. Not that of tourism but rather of business. Along the way, my glimpse of Appalachia included some terrifying overpasses some of which me and a 1000 foot cliff was separated with nothing more than a what looked flimsy metal guardrail in between. I'm not afraid of heights but in the days ahead, there was already reason for anxiety.
 
  Some of the more calming scenes included country mountain homes, some of which were even log cabins nestled among the hills and cliffs. In my imagination I could hear fiddles and the dulcimers that went along with the scene.

  It all began on a Friday afternoon after I made a very important decision. The feeling was so familiar after I opened the case which had not been opened for years.  I opened this case on a regular basis some 30 years prior. The $1200 contents of this case would pay for itself over and over. Then life, as it always does, transitioned.

    I convinced myself at this time that "I could always pick it back up again." On February 17th 2017, I made that decision. This decision led to daily practice, a detailed repair and eventually joining a symphony.  This past year has been an amazing journey so far as I am reminded of words such as Shostakovitch, sotto voce, obligado, and rubato. I know it will be an adventure, and, yes, a road trip!

   After a rugged voyage of high altitude and numerous mountain passes, the terrain began to plateau. The mountain setting gradually transformed into miles of green pastures and thoroughbred horse farms. Horses grazed in their stables in the distance over the the many acres with sprawling mansions-a very beautiful place.

   I found out about the audition sometime last December. Since then, on a daily basis, I had been working on 14 orchestral excerpts by Bach, Brahms, Tchaikovsky, Mahler and many others. Some for high range, others were low- both technical and lyrical. I didn't care if I won or not. I just knew that it was an experience itself that had to happen. Regardless, 24 hours from now, I would know something.

    Our hotel was just off the interstate and I was lulled to sleep by the passing semi trucks
and would awake to the same again early the next morning. The feeling I woke up with was indescribable. I was excited, I was prepared, now all I had to do was show up.

   My first ever attempt to try out UBER was a fail and incidentally I would then be out $40 for a 20 minute cab ride to the church where the auditions was hosted. It was about 8:30am and I had about 30 minutes to warm up. It was my first professional audition and I was surrounded by professional musicians. Though they were friendly to one another, it was still a competition. It wasn't quite the same when I practice at home. Do you remember above when I mentioned the name Shostakovitch? Yes, Shostakovitch. Symphony no. 5, first movement three measures before measure 17 to 1 measure after 21. I know you have no clue what I am talking about but put in more simple terms, it is very low and very loud and on every audition list. I would soon learn what it's like to play this excerpt early on a rainy morning with no practice time prior as I was staying in a hotel (since my return to playing this instrument is recent, I'm sure that there are probably ways to work around this. Aside from practicing in the car on a cold rainy winters night I just have not yet discovered a breakthrough).

   The time came to draw numbers and we would play in order accordingly. After all auditions, selections would be made for the next round. I played what I could in my little practice room and would be sent out after my 5 minute warning. I could hear the others in their practice rooms and I know they could hear me. I really tried not to be nervous.

The Black Screen.

    Back in the day when I was auditioning more frequently, things were different than they are now. We used to walk in and saw people seated before us that we could interact with directly. We would play our instruments for them and we could see their reactions and wondered exactly what it was that they were writing about as we watched them take their notes. Fast forward to the present and auditions are now conducted more anonymously and behind a screen. In this case, discrimination is not likely. Additionally a judge can have a greater sense of undistracted audio capacity if there is nothing visually for them to look at.

     My five minutes came and went.

    I was greeted by the moderator who was very friendly. I could hear the candidate ahead of me as I waited outside the sanctuary. She was good. Though it would be a challenge, it was something I knew I had to do and I had to be strong. The moderator escorted me into the room for the anonymous audition and though she was behind a screen and I could not see her he told me that "Sarah" was happy to answer any questions.

    After the 382 mile journey and two months of preparation, this was happening.. I was now going to do what I came to do. As I walked in, it was though I was in that Dorthy moment as she approached the Great and Powerful Oz (yes, I know it's cliche, but it really is the best way to describe the moment). The room was big and the screen was ominous. The atmosphere was filled with silence. I was focused with a very high level of concentration. Before I blew my first note, I had no idea what to expect or what sound would come out but there was still enough confidence knowing that I had prepared. All I had to do was play. I played and listened as my horn resonated from the walls of the magnificent acoustics in the room....an element I knew that would work in my favor. Three of the 14 excerpts were selected for all of the candidates. The audition was about 90 seconds in which time for me stood still. The first two of three excerpts went considerably well. Shostakovitch choked.

   Had I been in my younger years, I would have been in tears. Contrarily, on this day, I was very content.

  At this point, there was nothing more for me to do but return to the warm up room and await the inevitable. Though the thought of just leaving came to mind, I stuck it out anyway. The other players came and went until every number had been called. After what had seemed like a very long morning, the moderator came in with his crew and had informed us that no one would be advancing to the next round. I wasn't really sure why it had come to that result but it made me feel even better. It took the edge off of any disappointment there may have been from the initial blow of actual rejection I knew I would face. I came and did what I needed to do and am now wiser. There will be a next time.

The number I chose was 7.

Place visited: Lexington, Kentucky

Date visited: February 10th, 2018




I always like to go to places to eat that you can't go to where I am from. After what I considered to be a pretty awesome day, I went and had a chili dog at the Gold Star Chili.

A Winter's Tale

I know I have said it before but I love my job.
The work is great but the time off is great also. I had decided when asked by my mom what I wanted for Christmas, my one and only response, was of course, I wanted a road trip. If I were some day ever to be on the Price is Right, I would definitely pass the showcase containing the game room and hot tub package for the trip to Aruba or Helsinki (not sure if that has ever been offered but the location is irrelevant).

 The air was bone chilling and my toes were hurting even with the car seat heaters on. The further north we drove the more cars we began to see covered with salt. The lines at the car washes were long and we crossed many bridges over frozen lakes and rivers. There was a trace of snow on the ground and the steam from heat exhaust pipes was released through the many rows of houses as families stayed warm inside.

 I would be returning after having visited this city many times before. It is a place I hold sacred with many things to see. On a day where most of the time the rush hour seemed to last all day, it was tranquil for the holiday week.

 As my mom and I made our way closer, the large spire of a modern pyramid shaped building enclosed with glass panels could be seen from the highway. I had always wondered about that building and requested that we visit. If for any reason, just to see the inside of it! I would later learn that there was much more to this place than just the curb appeal.
    
 As a kid growing up in a military family, my little musical mind filled with imagination could hardly make sense of the acronyms, army lingo and the vast complexity of the military as a whole. I simply just got used to a life of secured government quarters, bowling leagues and Pac man at the arcade with my other military friends and picking up and relocating on very short notice at times. As a kid I never could really identify with anyone who had lived in the same place their whole lives. That was my normal. It was all I knew.
    
  We were greeted by friendly staff near the entrance who offered more information than we could ask for. As we walked in, the arena before us filled with 150 years of military history was overwhelming.  

  However, since I had grown up in the army, I realized how little I knew about the marines. I was always under the impression that the Armed forces was the primary branch of military that engaged in ground combat. When we hear the term "Marine," we think "maritime" or "amphibious" It all makes since but I had no idea that the Marines actually played every role in combat and was the original branch of military. Having not known this until now makes me wonder how I would not become a light shade of blonde.

 There was so much to see in the vast enormity of this place. Each wing encircled the perimeter of the building and represented a different wartime period. Along with that, there was a wide spread timeline featuring world events that took place over the past 150 years. It was immense but there were some significant sights that were worthy of mention. I wasn't the greatest student in history class as my brain just isn't wired that way. Please note, as an artist, it is far easier for me to write about a walk through an art gallery or a breathtaking landscape. However I hold high respect to those who served throughout this history and with a father who is a was hero himself everything here in one form or another is of sentiment.
  
 The beautiful atrium showcased actual aircraft displayed over head and at the ground floor. There were portraits of soldiers and quotes engraved alongside the marble walls. What captured my attention the most was a 1965 helicopter. The Sikorski UH-34D was a part of "Operation Starlight" as the need for more helicopters was inevitable. Soldiers, such as my dad would fly these helicopter and tended to battle while their little daughters in diapers were back home.

 There was so much to see as we made our way through to the separate wings which housed many different artifacts, dioramas, and multi media presentations. As we entered the era of World War 1, I learned a thing or two about cannons. The more light weight they were the easier they were to transport and mount onto ships and field carriages. They were called howitzers and had a mounting lug with a smooth bore and only weighed 12 pounds. Something I know now that I did not before.

 

 

  Then there was John Philip Sousa, finally something I know about. From as early on as high school and on up through my teaching years, I knew the marches well from 4th of July ceremonies and playing them myself for band festivals. However, there were still many things I did not know. I learned that in 1798, a marine-formed ensemble was given by congress and named "The Presidents Own" by Thomas Jefferson in 1801. The ensemble rose to fame when Sousa was given direction over the players in 1880. I remember we were all taught that he was known as the "March King."
  A special baton was awarded to him in 1930 for his distinguished success in leadership.






WWII:
Iwo Jima


 Again, I was not exactly a sponge when it came to historical facts as I was a bit of a daydreamer in most of my history classes. I did not live through WW2 and Vietnam hit a little closer to home. However references to Pearl Harbor, Blitzkrieg, and Iwo Jima resonated often. I didn't know all the details, but I knew they were catastrophic.

The Battle of Iwo Jima was intended to claim the islands and use them for the purposes of military staging. 6800 Marines died in the battle. The memorial honors all of the fallen Marines. Amidst all of the 6800 medallions for each soldier, an image of the island and the beach which surrounded can been seen through photography but not the naked eye.

                          

This Lego depiction can be seen on display in the museum's gift shop.

  It was the US Marines who raised the flag in victory at Mount Suribachi. The magnificent flag measuring at 96-by-56 inches itself was on display at the museum but no photography was allowed. 

  As devastating as this war seems based on what we read in our history books and movies we watch, war is much closer when someone you know is out fighting the battles.



Vietnam


One of my most favorite movies of all time is that of Forest Gump. We all remember how he was just a little off in every way but always seemed to end up the hero in one way or another all throughout the entire movie. He was the simple gardener who became a millionaire, scored his one winning play in every football game and broke through his leg braces as he ran from bullies.

  The Vietnam war scene was interwoven with humor when Forest met his friend Bubba as they scrubbed the floor with toothbrushes while talking about the shimpin' boat. He then became a ping pong champ and even the scene when Lieutenant Dan walked into the outhouse made the scene easier to watch. Until the battle.

 After a long day's mission, he got the may-day call from the CB in his copter. It was a voice he would never forget the sound of and a voice that would haunt him forever if he did not do that which  he was to do.  The eerie sound of Helicopters filled the air as they flew overhead and the soldiers were ordered to evacuate. The helicopters were soon followed by the jet fighters. There were bodies everywhere and there was one explosion after. Land mines were every where and bullets were flying.  Risking being court marshaled he pursued until he found the soldier who had been shot down. He brought the man to safety. Not all the details were ever revealed about that day out in the jungle as it would have been a difficult story to tell. Though it was only one soldier and not several like Forest Gump, my dad received the Distinguished Flying Cross for this act of bravery. A man's life was spared and my dad became a hero. Two tours: one in combat the other in administration. My dad had his share of stories of how rattle snakes were thrown in tents while soldiers slept and how he had a gun to his back in his office by a troubled soldier all while his little girl back at home watched Mr. Rogers. He also remembered the jungle and the quiet times in what he still referred to as a beautiful place.

Though the displays at the museum from this war were true to life and very impressive, the stories alone were enough.

That's all I have to say about that.


We Were Hungry.


  The very first recruitment for the US Marines took place in a quaint little tavern located in Philadelphia. The museum had their own version of this tavern in a cozy secluded place on the upper level. Chicken and dumplings served me well on a cold winters day after a pleasant afternoon.

This experienced marked me and will forever be a great memory. I learned more than I ever thought I would about the US Marines and was introduced to a lot of history I was unaware of. It was a great time with family and a time to remember.

The sun was setting and the air was colder. The drive the next day would be long and work would start back again for me. Life moves swiftly and even more so the older I get. However some things seem more and more meaningful all the time. You have to keep your eyes open as to not miss anything.





Place visited: National Museum of the Marine Corps, Quantico, VA.
Lunch: The Tun Tavern
Date visited: Jan. 2nd, 2018

Distinguished Flying Cross

                 I also visited my war hero who is laid to rest at Arlington National Cemetery
                                                                    in Arlington VA.