Calling All Junior Arborists

I was going through some old pics to post on my shiny new Facebook Fan Page, and I came across this one. It’s from the tree at Gypsy‘s house, located roughly halfway between Awesome Porch and Awesome Garage, and I love it. Its flowers look and feel like magnolia flowers (apart from being pink), but the leaves are soft and not waxy at all.

What is this tree? Does anyone know?

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Brownie Points

In Scottish folklore, brownies are hobgobliny imps that will do housework for you (and things like keep your milk from turning sour) if you treat them well and leave them proper tributes like bowls of porridge and honey. In America, Brownies wear chocolate miniskirts and beanies and sashes with nifty patches sewn on them by overwrought mothers. They go door to door with their little red wagons (or, at least, they used to before they set up a folding table in front of the Wal-Mart) and hock their cookies (they used to be called Peanut Butter Patties) and go to a camp (where they did not practice archery or learn how to make fires or rockets or model airplanes, because that is what BOY Scouts do). Easy or not, these little brown ducklings yearn to one day be green.

I never made it that far. And green is my favorite color.

Due to a series of unfortunate events at Summer Camp — which my mother never forced me to return to and we shall never speak of again — I quit Brownies after one fateful year (just long enough for Della to catch lice from trying on my beanie, apparently). It’s a shame — I was at an age when I really could have used a place to belong. Honestly, had Girl Scouts been a little more like Boy Scouts, I think I would have fit in a lot better. I’ve heard a lot of things have changed in the last…um…27 years (holy CRAP I’m old). For instance, Girl Scouts now have TALENT SHOWS. And the local troops here in PA have graciously asked me to be their MC. I said yes, of course. I sort of feel like I owe them.

The talent show is tonight at the Red Lion Junior High School, 200 Country Club Road, Red Lion, PA 17356-8637, 6:30 p.m.  Cost is $5.00, and all proceeds are being donated to the Family Partnership Campaign for Red Lion troops (aids in Girl Programming, Camp upkeep, etc).  EVERYONE is welcome to attend.

Performing will be: Troops 20443 and 20508 from St. John’s UCC in Red Lion, Troop 21027 from Bethany UMC in Red Lion, Troop 20692 from Bethany UMC in Red Lion (with special accompaniment on the drums by a troop dad),  Troop 20491 from Zion UMC in Red Lion, and Troop 20692 from Bethany UMC in Red Lion.

There will also be a silent basket auction…and you know those baskets are always full of some really cool stuff.

If you’re in the area, please join us!

(…and so help me god, if there are no Tagalongs, I may just walk right out. Again.)

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Art So Far

The third one is my favorite so far. I love the colors, and how the butterfly stamps contrast without distracting. The story/poem on it says:

“Darkest quickly comes the night and hardest brighty burns the light. One and two for counting crows, red and blue for rain’s arced bows. Tried and true and just pretend comes fast the love that never ends.”

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Fabulous First Friday

According to the York Dispatch, this month’s “Girl’s Night Out” First Friday was a rip-roaring success. Hooray!

Check back for an upcoming Genre Chick interview with local PA poetess Barbara Decesar! (Hint: If you go to her website, click on the stars below the quotes for more information. If you try to click on the bee, you’ll just sit there forever. Guess how I know.)

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Always Winter but Never Christmas

Last night at the Chronicles of Narnia play, Lucy mentioned at least three times that it was “always winter but never Christmas.” And while I get the point probably needed to be hammered in to the audience consisting mostly of young children and disaffected parents of young children, it also made Lucy seem a bit shallow and materialistic, which is really Edmund’s job. But hey, kids will be kids, and the play was fun.

It was amusing to actually see what the witch was screaming about the whole time instead of hearing it from where I was hunched over my laptop in the lobby. The set was very well-constructed, and I was impressed how well they dealt with scene changes and full-cast fight scenes — especially when the ratio of children-to-adults onstage far outnumbers that in the audience. I was very impressed by the boy who played Edmund, as well as Mr. Beaver.

And then, of course, there were THE STARS OF THE SHOW:

Morgan (left) was Bertram Bear…a whiny teenager with zero motivation to be snipped from his mother’s apron strings. His promise to never leave her–directly followed by the question”What’s for dinner?” had us rolling. Bertram did perish in the full-cast finale fight scene, but was mercifully brought back to life with Lucy’s healing potion. That’s right, children: at the end of the play Bertram Bear is a ZOMBIE. I know what’s for dinner tonight…

Justin’s crime in Narnia–apart from being the feared Fenris Ulf, head of the witch-queen’s guard, and making all of us lose the game after reading his bio–was a little thing we Thespians like to call STEALING THE SHOW. Sure, the witch screamed and ranted and cackled with a passion that made everyone in the immediate vicinity lose their voices, but it was Fenris’s low growl that made the children gasp and cringe. I would not be surprised if Justin’s Ulf made an appearance in several young nightmares over the past couple of weeks–Peter might have killed Ulf according to the script, but all of us watching knew that had it been a real fight, Ulf would have had Peter’s head…and fed it to Bertram for breakfast.

(Hear me now: The first one to suggest The Lion, The Witch, The Wardrobe, and The Zombie gets banned from the website.)

The show was fun, as all shows should be. It was entertaining and–for community theatre–without flaw. The only grievance I have is with the audience. Dickie and Qwee and Manda & Kram and I had already planned to be the loudest hooters & hollerers in the audience when Justin took his bow. But, as far as I could tell from my seat near the back of the audience, I was the only one who stood.

I wanted to scream WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? It’s the last, sold-out show of the two-weekend run, a cast of mostly children of whom I’d bet a few hundred dollars you know at least three, they did a damn fine job, and you can’t GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF YOUR SEAT to cheer their efforts? Not only are you disappointing the cast, you are setting a TERRIBLE example for the children you’re sitting next to you. I was always taught to applaud the efforts of anyone who had the bravery to stand up in fromt of a bunch of people and perform, no matter how badly they screwed it up (which they DIDN’T). YOU weren’t on that stage. And if you ever had been, you’d know how tough it was, and how much that applause at the end of the show means.

I didn’t care if the stupid people behind me were thinking, “I wish that stupid chubby woman would sit down so I can see.” The play was OVER. And no way was I sitting down or cheering any less.

Good show, Justin & Morgan. I look forward to the next play!

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Where’s Robin Redbreast When You Need Him?

I’m kind of ready for it to be spring now.

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Amanda Says Hi!

Testing out WordPress iPhone photos while we wait for the butt-ton of Chinese food I just ordered.

This blizzard called for Chinese.

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Nana’s Little Angel

My Nana always called my sister “Sweetie Pie.”

I was “Angel Cakes.”

This angel is for you, Nana!! xox

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Come On In, The Snow Is Fine!

It’s like swimming in the MOST REFRESHING POOL, EVER!

(click the snowy Princess for more fun pics!)

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There’s No Business Like Snow Business

If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say a good two feet, judging by the stop sign. And still falling.

I want to go out there and take a Nestea Plunge like nobody’s business. Expect snow angels later.

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