I Resolve To……….

Yes, I know we’re on the brink of April but I still need to decide my 2016 New Year Resolution. Actually I’m ahead of schedule…considering my history of this momentous declaration. I have issues resolving my resolve.

History:
The only three that matter are the two I’ve succeeded with and the one I almost did. The others…nah…you don’t need to know and I don’t need to remember.

  • 2001: I resolved to change out my toothbrush every month. I decided on this one during the summer. Success! But at some point in 2003 things got crazy and I stopped. I suppose I should finally buy a new one. (just kidding)
  • 2014: I resolved to change out the empty roll of toilet paper with a new one and throw the empty roll away. This one came to me in May. Success! I am 342-0. Not one full roll of paper has sat on the back of the toilet, nor has one empty roll been left to collect dust. Also…because I was so serious in my resolve…NO t-p roll has escaped me. Not at work, movie theaters, or friends and family homes. I rock!! And I’m still going strong.
  • 2015: Riding on the heels of my 2014 success I shot higher. I resolved to not let my gas tank go below 1/4 and I was to wash and vac my Camaro once a month. That’s what a big head will do. Set you up for failure. Wash and vac quickly was removed from this resolution. I would say I’m 60-40 with the gas. Not a success. And I was stupid enough to create a set of NYR’s during the summer: a big F on all of them.

While I’ve been thinking about my 2016 NYR since last Fall its the onset of Spring that has forced me to declare. Some choices pondered:

  • Call on the phone a real person, friend or family, once a week to TALK.
  • Eat all the fresh veggies and fruits I buy.
  • Wash and beautify my face and neck every night. I used to do this without fail.
  • Plant everything I buy. Case in point:resolve resolved
  • Along the lines of beautifying…moisturize my body when I get out of the shower. I can’t speak for everyone like me (poor you) but when you stay home (no office attire), or change into scrubs as soon as you get to work (no office attire), or you just wear jeans most of the time, you can get a little lazy. My skin is showing that laziness. But here’s the thing, whenever I start to moisturize I hear Buffalo Bill say, “It puts the lotion on it’s skin..” and it creeps me out. (The Silence of the Lambs) Perhaps I should speak with someone about that.

There were a few more contenders but these are the ones that have stayed in my head. I guess the winner ought to be the one that has prompted me to write this post:

!!!!!    PLANT EVERYTHING THAT I BUY    !!!!!

It’s officially Spring. We are about to go on a plant buying spree like we always to. I resolve to plant every single plant that Kelly or I buy.

Take away:
My opinion is to keep your NYR a bit on the light side. I mean, if you have the resolve and history to tackle more serious wishes then go for it. If not, keep it silly and simple. I tell you what, every time I change out that roll of toilet paper I do an air fist pump. It makes me feel really good that I’ve succeeded in this resolution for so long. I don’t care how minor it is. I’m doing it.

Thanks for reading!!
Cin

Bassmaster Classic — I Came, I Saw, I Conquered

In the bass fishing world the much anticipated Bassmaster Classic was held in my neck of the woods two weekends ago. That blog entry was to be the first post on my site using more technology than I apparently know.

Hello, my name is Cindy. I am not tech adept.

For your amusement you may read about my struggles here. But I’m a survivor and by gosh this entry is gonna happen. Right here, right now. So, like I said, the BASSMASTER CLASSIC came to town:

The biggest tournament of bass fishing! The world championship of bass fishing! The Super Bowl of bass fishing! What I don’t get is, why is it the first tournament of the season? Championships are the last games to be played. In the bass world, anglers fish tourneys and earn points during the prior year. Those skilled few who earn enough points get to fish the first tourney of the next year’s season. There could be more to it…but I’ll never be in that company so the particulars do not matter much to me. What matters is the Classic came back to Grand Lake O’ the Cherokees only three years after it’s first appearance here. Unheard of. Kelly and I didn’t get on the water in 2013…because it was freezing and miserable and we had no problem wussing out. We did go to the Bassmaster Expo and one of the weigh-ins though. This year we wanted to do it all baby!

Real quick:

  • The tournament is three days.
  • Each angler can have a maximum of five fish. You can cull…throw back a lesser weight fish if you already have your five and catch a bigger one after that.
  • Weight totals are cumulative. Only the top 25 anglers with the most weight after Day Two go on to fish Day Three.

Here is our weekend in pictures…..

The event started out at home. We weren't sure of about tournament etiquette....can we fish the lake too?? We decided that we could not be on any lake and not have our gear ready to go. Just wouldn't be right.
The event started out at home. We weren’t sure about tournament etiquette….can we fish the lake too?? We decided that we could not be on any lake and not have our gear ready to go. Just wouldn’t be right. These are a few of my poles. Yes…I have my own rods (poles) and reels and tackle and lures and plastics.

Shortly before this pic was snapped our convo went like this:

Kel: You want me to put your poles away best wife in the world?
Me:  Nope. I’m good.
Kel:  I’m already up here. I can do it for you love of my life.
Me:  Nope. I’m gonna take a pic of my poles cuz I’m gonna blog about our weekend.
Kel (eyes rolling):  Here…(as he pulls out a couple of broken rod tips)….blog about THIS.

He’s sooo funnnnny. Just because some broke rod tips came out of my rod storage box doesn’t mean I broke the poles. If there are no pictures, it didn’t happen. These are words to live by folks.

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There she is! All ready to go. We love our boat! Nitro Z8 with a Merc 250.

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Day One.  Up at 4am Friday morning. Ugh! The launch…..where 55 of the top anglers speed off to all areas of the lake at one time…occurs at 7am and we intend to be there.

time and temp
What to wear?
Me: tank top, tee shirt, long sleeve shirt, hoodie, fleece jacket, wind jacket, hat, neck gator, gloves, jeans, socks, tennis shoes.
Kelly: long sleeve lightweight shirt with sleeves rolled up, shorts, hoodie, boat shoes, and at the last minute, wind pants.
Now, look at the temp in this pic and I ask you….who came prepared?

launch2Nothing like the sun in your eyes when trying to take pictures while standing on a rocking boat. And someone needs to figure out how to actually see the viewing screen on a camera when you’re wearing polarized sunglasses. But here they come! We stayed back from the launch site and were in open water.

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You never see boats this close together under normal situations. You shouldn’t anyways. And these boys don’t much care that you are on the lake too. They’ve got someplace to be. They are going at least 55-60 mph. (Correction per my husband…70+ freaking mph!)

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Here’s a pro whizzing on by. He is haulin’.

(This is where my first ever video clip was inserted with my first try at this post. It was going to show you real action man. I was able to increase my max upload file space from 2M to 64M when I could get into the code. But since all of that is still out in la-la land and I have to use the easy method for now, I cannot insert it because my file is 11M).  🙁

trolling into a coveBecause the pros are driving like mad men to their fishing spots, its safest to sit back and let them pass before you take off to follow them. That’s when Kel and I asked each other, “Where do we go?” Grand is a huge lake! So we just pulled in to the first cove we came to and saw all these people. Surely there was a famous angler fishing back in there. And there was……

jcThis is Jason Christie. He led the pack for most of the tournament. He’s in that boat way in the background that you can hardly make out. It’s tournament etiquette to stay back a good distance from the pro so that he can actually fish. Everyone has sonars on their boats that emit pings (think Hunt for Red October). We are supposed to turn them off so the fish don’t say, “What the hell is going on here?” Speaking of Jason…..

jason's disciplesHis groupie population grew as the day went on. That’s him to the far right. At least 30 boats are following him.

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Here is KVD…Kevin VanDam….a 4-time Bassmaster Classic champion. Only one other angler can claim that fame. His fishing tips are gospel to me. Not today though. Kev did not do well at this tournament. He did not qualify for Day Three. But he’ll always be my fav.

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We did fish some. There were at least a thousand bass boats on the lake causing ocean-like wave action. It was nice to break away from all of that and find a nice quiet spot to enjoy calm water and the beautiful weather. It was an amazing and fun day.

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Day Two. The Bassmaster Expo. It is absolutely crazy how many people attend this expo. About fish. Bass fish. Largemouth bass specifically. It’s nuts. And we’re nuts too.

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See what I mean? This is just one exhibition hall. There were three…or four?? I lost track. How we left this treasure trove of our fishing dreams without spending a cent is a mystery to us both.

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Boats, boats, and more boats. Metallic blue is our thing. A $70,070 price tag is not our thing. And this is not the most expensive boat here.

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These guys are at the Expo but are broadcasting live by watching video feeds on several large screens out of view on this pic. Nearly all of the pros have a camera man on their boat who have to constantly be videoing because you never know when a fish bites. I can’t image how exhausting that would be. There is a control room somewhere that decides what videos these three guys see. As they watch the feeds they talk about whats going on. All of this is what will be televised in a couple of weeks. The center guy is Mark Zona. I love him…I smiled and waved like the goofy fan that I am.

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Oh how I could spend hours right here. Hours. All the pros say to switch it up. Try something the fish aren’t used to seeing. I wonder how many of them shop at Hobby Lobby for tackle supplies.

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And oh how I want these wheels. See the bass cutouts? Technically these are made for a boat brand called Bass Cat. But I really do not care about that.

bok people
This is the BOK Center where the official weigh-ins occur. The pros have to be back to the place where they launched by a certain time each day. They’ll trailer their boats and head on down the road to the BOK. I took this pic at 2pm. The doors do not open until 3:15. The weigh-in does not start until 5ish. All the entrances were like this. You have to get in line early because thousands of people attend and every day people will be turned away because the arena is at capacity. Pretty arena isn’t it?!

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Total madness! The pro will be sitting or standing in his boat while someone drives him around the floor…starting and ending at the stage you see on the left. See the boat on the right? When he gets back to the stage, the pro will open his live wells and pull out his two biggest fish and wave them around for the adoring fans to see. The crowd goes crazy. Then he pulls out all the fish he caught and they get weighed on the stage.
I have to confess….after walking ten miles at the Expo and both of our fitbits were doing the happy dance, we chose not attend a weigh-in this year. This is why: Last year, like everyone else there, we went crazy watching the first 5 anglers circle the arena, pull out their fish, see the official weight, listen to the host interview the angler, and listen to the list of sponsers the angler has to acknowledge. With the next 5 anglers….it was really cool. The next 5 anglers….we realized this same scenario was going to play out 35 times more and so we left early. This year, we decided it was a been-there-done-that scenario for us. We went to El Guapos for Mexican food and margaritas instead.

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Day Three. Sunday for us was spent at home watching the Bassmaster Live app on the computer. Who won? Oklahoma son Edwin Evers from Talala, just up the road from us. He caught an incredible 29 lbs, 3 ozs. Remember, this is a total weight of FIVE fish. His 3-day total was 60 lbs, 7 ozs, for 14 fish total. Jason Christie, an Oklahoma son too, had it in the bag until Edwin hit the ball out of the park. Not a bad way to earn a $300,000 paycheck.

In case you were wondering what happens to the fish I’ll tell you. They stay in the angler’s live wells (on the boat) for the trip from the lake to the weigh-in. The live wells are filled with lake water and have aerators that keep the water oxygenated. An additive is probably added that helps keep the skin healthy. After the official weighing, the fish are immediately put into a tank. At the end of each day the fish are taken back to the lake and released. I know by the end of day Saturday there was a 100% survival rate. We’re all sportsmen and sportswomen; we want what is best for the fish.

There you go! Bass fishing may be something you’ve never thought would ever enter your mind but someone somewhere is going to mention the sport and you my friend will have a tidbit or two to add just like you know what you’re talking about. ha!

Thanks for reading!

Cindy

Technology….can you not make me feel so stupid?

There used to be a time when the computer world was a simpler place…a kinder place. A place where PC screens were black and mono-type letters were green. There was a time when coding was simple. Each line of code was transferred to punch cards. One line for one card. The cards were fed into a mainframe computer and, wallah, your program was created. If the program didn’t complete you could tell on the printout what punch card line of code caused the error because that would be where the program stopped. Fortran, oh how I miss you. You were a simple language and I got you. I was 16 and probably the last kid in high school the teachers and vice president, Ms. Willie, thought would ever be in a data processing class. It was the one class I didn’t skip.

Let me put it to you this way….most days, if I was in school, I was in Ms. Willie’s office because of an unexcused absence in one or more classes the day before. But my data processing class?? I loved it.

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Ahh…the ole punch card.

Fast forward 29 years. In computer advancement that is 290,000 years. When I worked at Texas Instruments several years ago I created my department’s website. I wrote html (it’s very simple folks). There wasn’t Wix in those days. I wrote Java; dabbled in a bit of Perl. I coded. I was decent. In a nutshell, I may not have known everything about programming but I could figure out what I needed to know.

Punch cards found a second life for awhile.

Punch cards found a second life for awhile.

Today, a nutshell does you no good. And why on earth did I not pursue programming as a career choice? Other stoners of the 70’s did and made a lot of money. Steve Jobs. Steve Wozniak.

stick cryingWhich brings me to the point of this post. I had the bright idea of moving my blog from WordPress.com to WordPress.org. Is there a difference you ask? Yes. Yes there is and I want to be on the .org bus. Using .com is easy peasy. Like with most tasks computer related these days we can be as ignorant as a bug. It’s all done for us. But I welcomed the challenge and excitedly went to the .org website and clicked on the download button. And my hell began.

There are two choices:

1.)  You can use it like .com. Create all your posts on your live server and publish immediately. But!

  • What if you want to test out background themes….all the pretty stuff.
  • What about widgets and plugins….all the useful stuff.
  • What about columns and categories….all the organizational stuff.

If you explore all these things you must publish your site to see how the additions and changes work. If you don’t like it or it doesn’t work then you go back to the drawing board. The only thing is everyone else sees these changes too if they’re keeping up with you and it gives your site the appearance of inconsistency, looks disorganized, and you might have parts of your site not working. That’s where….

2.) creating a behind-the-scenes platform comes into play. It is the preferred choice of programmers. I thought I could squeak by as a programmer.

Option 2 requires:

  • transferring my domain name. Buying space with a new hosting company
  • downloading a WAMP server to run the WordPress.org software
  • installing/upgrading C++, C++#$%^@* coding software on my computer
  • access to my cPanel
  • creating an FTP account
  • downloading a program to run said FTP account
  • setup phpmyadim
  • setup my sql
  • creating a database
  • creating a migration database
  • setup ability to use localhost
  • uploading, downloading, migrating, creating and keeping up with more usernames and passwords than the law should allow

With Option 2 you’re working with the same WordPress software so to speak except you get to do everything you want and see how it works before you migrate it over to your live website. Option 2 requires you to get into some files and make changes. You have to program. And you had better keep track of what you do because there aint no deck of punch cards or printout to show you where you screwed up.

Note to all who post instructional videos on YouTube:

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS IMPORTANT IN THIS UNIVERSE, REHEARSE FIRST, CHECK YOUR LIGHTING AND FOCUS, PUT THE DOG OUT, PUT THE CAT IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM, TAPE YOUR VIDEO WHEN THE BABY IS SLEEPING, CHECK YOUR EGO AT THE DOOR, AND FOR GOD’S SAKE TURN OFF YOUR PHONE. AND STOP SAYING THE WORD ‘LIKE’ SO DAMN MUCH.

Whew, like, I feel better.

stick slaying computerOkay, back on task. My first post using Option 2 is about the Bassmaster Classic fishing tournament that was held in my ‘hood this past weekend. It’s a great post, full of clever and witty dialogue, photos, and my first ever video clip…which in itself was a chore because I had to learn how to increase my file space capacity. Yep, I changed the program. I wrote it on my localhost working platform. I found a wonderful, logically organized, clear pics, website to help me with the final migration from my localhost to my live site. No transferring errors….no popups saying WTF did you do. But when I went to my live site to look at this fantastic blog entry it was not all there. Half of it did not transfer.

To complete my personal breakdown I went back to my localhost and could not access my working copy. As far as I know the migration is more like a copy than a cut/paste situation. I’m hoping this is the case. As of right now most of my witty and clever dialogue is gone…gone to who the heck knows where. I don’t know what I did. Don’t even know where to look. And because it’s programming, I’m fearful of making any changes suggested by people who don’t know how to produce a decent YouTube video.

What to do? First, I posted what happened in the Comments section of the website I used to make the migration. I was pleasant and did not use any cuss words so I’m hoping they will respond. Second, we have a neighborhood online site called NextDoor where people post anything from asking for a good plumber, to traffic situations, to looking for Fluffy who snuck out of the back yard. I’m going to ask if anyone has a teenager who knows programming and has a blog and can they help me out of the mess I’m in. I betcha I’ll get a few names. Do you?!

In closing, one of many lessons learned is to write my copy in Word and save the doc. Clever and witty comes in spurts in my mind and I have to strike when the iron is hot. Another is to have a neighborhood brainiac kid on speed dial.

This post is being written using Option 1. I may have to own up to the fact that technology is on the Bullet Train and I don’t have a seat.

Thanks for reading!

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One last thing….If you are a programmer and want to pick apart my usage of computer related terms feel free man. You just show me your YouTube videos and I’ll decide if I want to care or not.

 

Disclaimer: I have no first-hand knowledge the two Steves were stoners. It was the 70’s. That’s all I’m sayin’…

Spring….don’t you toy with me

We are enjoying beautiful end-of-winter weather here in northeast Oklahoma. I mean shed your jackets and long sleeve shirts kind of weather. It was 66 degrees yesterday and I’m tellin’ ya, it felt so warm. Has Spring come early?? My answer is: I won’t hold my breath. I’ve seen too many cold spells arrive at the end of March and even in April to announce: Spring Is Here!!!

But you wouldn’t know it from a trip to Lowe’s yesterday.

trees
Whitebud and redbud trees, native to Oklahoma are blooming all over the place. You know what that means don’t you? I’m guessing you do not so I’ll tell you. The white bass are running! According to my husband.

 

bulbs
Springtime means get your bulbs and fruit bushes in the ground! Unless of course we have a Spring freeze. Then you may have wasted some cash.

 

daffodils
Ahh….daffodils. A sure sign Spring has sprung, right? This is a good time to comment on my photography from yesterday. When we have unseasonably warm weather it means one thing….a southern wind is blowing hard. I mean whip-the-life-out-of-you hard. The fact that you can even tell these are flowers, much less daffodils, is pretty amazing as they were blowing all over the place.

 

herb stands
Soon these shelves will be packed with all kinds of herbs, all varieties of tomatoes, ditto with hot peppers, squash, bells, the usual suspects. I will be buying any number of the above mentioned vegetables for our garden. I always do. I always say, “This year I’ll do good. Our garden will be lush with green plants bursting with colorful fruit.” It starts out well enough. Then the spider mites attack. I don’t know what it is. Those suckers refuse to die. No doubt there will be a future post dedicated to my warfare with these unruly arachnids.

 

mowers
Lastly, gotta include lawn mowers as a sure sign of Spring. Another slightly blurry photo. The mowers weren’t moving around. I was. My camera was. With the wind, I could not have stood still if my life depended on it. Well, maybe the mowers were moving now that I think about it.

So Mother Nature….don’t you toy with me lady. The humans have voted. We want Spring even if it means near tornadic winds. Please do not let winter come back until it’s supposed to. Like December.

 

Beauty in New Mexico

The original post date for this entry was December 04, 2015. My bright idea to switch from WordPress.com to WordPress.org resulted in my most recent posts not transferring. After hours of thinking I could wear a programmer hat produced nothing but cuss words and the realization the high tech world is passing me by, I was forced to go old school and re-post manually. Without further adieu…here is Beauty in New Mexico, republished.

When my dad was in the hospital between September and October I made several trips to southern New Mexico….Alamogordo….home of the first atomic bomb test….White Sands National Monument….and killer sunrises and sunsets. It’s a long drive from northeast Oklahoma. 10 hours with a radar detector.

I don’t know about your neck of the woods but in these parts there are long stretches of….I was going to say, “nothing.” But that’s not true. There is such beauty in the west Texas plains and the New Mexico desert. I put my life in jeopardy talking many photos while driving. The use of a radar detector means one thing….ya don’t drive the speed limit. One day I’ll post those pics but this post is about a single house near San Patricio, New Mexico. I’ve driven by it for years and never stopped. Until I did.

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A true blue adobe house. Abandoned long ago. Mere feet from the road.

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It’s beautiful.

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I’m standing at the guardrail taking this photo.

While snapping pictures playing professional photographer a truck pulled up and parked in a clearing just out of the picture to the right. An older lady got out and I’m waiting for her to ask me just what the heck am I doing on her property. We starting chatting, she telling me that she’s lived in the area all her life and this home has always been empty. When the highway was expanded several years ago it was mandated that no building older than 50 years could be torn down and sacrificed for the sake of two vehicle lanes. The expansion had to work around this old house. I would say it’s 15 feet from the road.

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I did think twice about going through the front door but I had finally stopped and took the time to marvel at her beauty. So I went in.

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In the house looking at the front door step.

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This plaster was nearly an inch thick. This distressed look is often copied around the southwest but it always looks fake. You just can’t beat the real thing even though I wouldn’t want it in my home for obvious reasons.

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There was a cellar. My balls weren’t that big. No way was I going to peer down the hole.

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Can you imaging waking up to this view out your back door? My photography doesn’t do it justice. The colors were much richer in real life.

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Crazy the juxtaposition. Desert out the back door and fertile pasture out the front door. I wonder….did they farm this pasture?

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Had to throw in a pic of my Camaro….because I don’t have it anymore. In a moment of being practical I traded it in for a Toyota Highlander a few weeks ago.

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Look at this old old clay brick. Based on my new friend’s age it has to be closing at least 100 years.

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It’s not unusual to see abandoned homes in the rural areas of the southwest. When I drive by I always wonder who lived there. Were they happy? Was a bride carried over the threshold? Were babies born there? Did they have a good life?

Now that my dad is gone I doubt I’ll ever drive by this house again. I’m so happy that I stopped when I did.

And, in yet another interaction with someone to remind me of how small this world can be and how we are all connected, the elderly woman who I chatted with stopped at this house to meet her daughter and pick up her grandchildren. They were then headed to Alamogordo, where I lived for a time and my dad was still there. After the weekend she was then headed to Amarillo, where I lived for 13 years. Of all the towns between Tulsa and Alamogordo, 730 miles, she had family in the two where I had lived.

And now for an Alamogordo sunrise…..here you go.

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Luggage Cover Hints and Tips

The original post date for this entry was December 04, 2015. My bright idea to switch from WordPress.com to WordPress.org resulted in my most recent posts not transferring. After hours of thinking I could wear a programmer hat produced nothing but cuss words and the realization the high tech world is passing me by, I was forced to go old school and re-post manually. Without further adieu…here is Luggage Cover Hints and Tips, republished.

Hey there,

This is a short blog regarding fit for the luggage covers I’m selling in my shop on Etsy: sheislivinoudloud. I want you to really get the full benefit from using one.

  • My cover gets banged up with every trip I take. But my suitcase looks brand new. This is an important point: Your cover will get banged up too. It’s meant to take the hit so your expensive luggage lasts longer.
  • For best results place all zipper pulls toward the top of your luggage or an area where there’s a gap between the luggage and cover. Your cover will last a lot longer if you do this:
    zippers up
  • As stated on Etsy, the cover size is intended to accommodate 22x14x9 inch luggage. The cover dimensions are sewn to 22x16x10. Some luggage brands will take up every bit of the cover length while others call for you to roll up the elastic one or two times…typically on the back side. Roll the elastic under; roll toward the case. Or, you might be able to get away with just positioning the elastic band up away from the wheels a bit:
    Elastic is scrunched up a bit to clear the casters.

    Elastic is scrunched up a bit to clear the casters.

    Elastic is rolled up and under.

    Elastic is rolled up and under.

  • Pay special attention to the elastic band with an inline wheel design…as opposed to caster wheels. Inline wheels will probably require you to roll up the back side of the cover:inline view
  • The cover will fit a little baggy on an empty or lightly packed case, as shown on the Etsy photos. It’s supposed to so that when you really pack it the cover will accommodate the extra girth:
    This Samsonite is packed to the gills. In this photo, the depth is about 12.5 inches. The seams will not unravel!

    This Samsonite is packed to the gills. In this photo, the depth is about 12.5 inches. The seams will not unravel!

    Inline wheel style packed full. Notice the bottom edge is rolled under to clear the wheels. Inline wheel designs typically do not have front wheels. The front of the cover is simply tucked under the front of the luggage top much like how a fitted sheet is tucked under a mattress.

  • This brings up another important point: It IS a universal fitting cover. It fits most brands pretty darn good. You may have a small amount of bagginess or tightness in an area depending on the design on the front side of your luggage. Or, it may fit like a glove. Maximum carry-on luggage size for the big US domestic airlines is 22x14x9 except Southwest. Some other carriers allow for a larger carry-on. So please know your luggage dimensions before you buy.
  • As stated on Etsy, there is a plastic buckle that fastens a strap on the bottom of your case. You do not need to crank this down as it is not needed to keep the cover in place. Securing it too tightly will pull the fabric down causing it to get caught under the wheels. The intent of the strap is to keep the cover in place when the beating begins…when other luggage is forcibly pushed up against yours. A small amount of tension is all that is necessary for the strap to do its job.

Care instructions: Fabric is 100% nylon. Wash cold to warm water; no hot. Best to air dry but could get away with low dryer temp for a few minutes only.

Enjoy! You’ll get a lot of people asking you about it. And thank you for buying; its much appreciated.

Safe Travels!
Cindy

The Tale of Luggage Covers

The original post date for this entry was December 01, 2015. My bright idea to switch from WordPress.com to WordPress.org resulted in my most recent posts not transferring. After hours of thinking I could wear a programmer hat produced nothing but cuss words and the realization the high tech world is passing me by, I was forced to go old school and re-post manually. Without further adieu…here is The Tale of Luggage Covers, republished.

Ever hear of one? I mean, who slides a cover over their carry-on? Me. Who has a banged up cover but a brand new looking carry-on? That would be me too.

I have yet to travel through an airport without being asked, “Where did you get that cover?” On a trip to Houston last summer, after five fellow flyers asked me this question, the light bulb finally lit up. All this time….I felt like so many people were staring at me and I didn’t know why. I’m not Cindy Crawford. Just naming this supermodel must show my age. Do I have tissue stuck to my shoe? Why are you looking at me?? Ah ha!!! My luggage cover! Mystery solved.

Being a very detail-oriented person this blog post could be pretty dang long telling you the tale of luggage covers. I mean, I left no stone unturned.
• Fabric: It had to be sturdy but lightweight; the cover can’t take up a lot of space when not used.
• Airline luggage size requirements: Googled it; got them all.
• Different luggage sizes and styles: Googled it; head spinned.
• Construction: I can top the cover for my suitcase by a long shot.
• Sourcing materials: I’m a small fish in a big pond who wants big fish pricing. But I can’t do a 5,000 minimum order. Sourcing materials is always a challenge.
• Prototypes: Many.
• Manufacturing: How can I Henry Ford them?
• Quality: Always in the front of my mind and the top of my list.
• Offer monogramming: Need a new sewing machine. My husband might argue this is why I chose to make luggage covers.

Here is the tale is pictures:

Trying my cover on luggage at Kohl's. See the black spots at the lower right corner? They are tiny rips from rough handling. And the seam is about to rip out

Trying my cover on luggage at Kohl’s. See the black spots at the lower right corner? They are tiny rips from rough handling. And the seam is about to rip out.

Another view, Check out that skid mark. On my cover but not my case! Trying out my cover on other luggage showed the modifications needed for a universal cover fit.

Another view, Check out that skid mark. On my cover but not my case! Trying out my cover on other luggage showed the modifications needed for a universal cover fit.

First prototype. Tried it on my husband's suitcase. Long and baggy. That's my pristine case in the rear.

First prototype. Tried it on my husband’s suitcase. Long and baggy. That’s my pristine case in the rear.

Back at Kohl's. Much better fit.

Back at Kohl’s. Much better fit. I promise, my legs are shaved even though it appears there’s a little Grizzly Adams action going on.

Another view. Kohl's security cameras know me by now. Although I liked the fit on top I didn't like the front. Another prototype was made. It took a few more modifications before I was happy.

Another view. Kohl’s security cameras know me well by now. Although I liked the fit on top I didn’t like the front. Another prototype was made. It took a few more modifications before I was happy.

I braved Walmart. Thought for sure I'd get busted. This suitcase is smaller than the most common size of 22x14x9 inches. That's why its so baggy.

I braved Walmart. Thought for sure I’d get busted. This suitcase is smaller than the most common size of 22x14x9 inches. That’s why its so baggy. But by rolling up the bottom elastic I saw that it would still work just fine.

Have you ever tried to sew inside mitered corners using double seam binding? Don't. Trust me on this. I racked my brain for another way to enclose the nylon fabric edges because it frays really bad. Nothing met my standards. I spent SO MUCH time on this part. After several days I just walked away from it with a few choice words. When I was ready to tackle it again...the craziest thing happened....I started sewing them like a pro and using only one pin at each corner.

Have you ever tried to sew inside mitered corners using double seam binding? Don’t. You must trust me on this. I racked my brain for another way to enclose the nylon fabric edges because it frays really bad. Nothing met my standards. I spent SO MUCH time on this part. After several days I just walked away from it with a few choice words. When I was ready to tackle it again…the craziest thing happened….I started sewing them like a pro and using only one pin at each corner.

!!!!! SCORE !!!!!

!!!!! SCORE !!!!!

Photo shoot. I couldn't think of a backdrop that really worked. So I used a white tablecloth draped on my fold-up cutting board. Then I edited the photos removing all the background and laying the luggage image on top of another background. I hope it works. Photography is hard and time consuming.

Photo shoot. I couldn’t think of a backdrop that really worked. So I used a white tablecloth draped on my fold-up cutting board. Then I edited the photos removing all the background and laying the luggage image on top of another background. I hope it works. Photography is hard and time consuming.

Big Time Sangria. This has nothing to do with my luggage covers except that it reminded me the times when a happy hour cocktail did me good will sewing inside mitered corners. We made this for Thanksgiving and already have it on our Christmas and New Year's Eve menus. Love my fellow Okie and fairly close neighbor Ree Drummond...aka the Pioneer Woman. Here's the link:

Big Time Sangria. This has nothing to do with my luggage covers except that it reminded me the times when a happy hour cocktail did me good while sewing inside mitered corners. We made this for Thanksgiving and already have it on our Christmas and New Year’s Eve menus. Love my fellow Okie and fairly close neighbor Ree Drummond…aka the Pioneer Woman. Here’s the link:  P-Dubs Sangria. If you looked beyond the sangria you might notice that I have a thing for knives.

Now to get them posted. All pics are ready except for my monogram color and font options. Tomorrow. Although tomorrow is in one minute. 11:59pm.

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DONE…..

Life sure has a way sometimes of doing it’s own thing regardless of any plans put into place, you know? I was on it…plans written down…checking them off….movin’ man. But then…

My absence from my blog is not because of anything good. Shortly after my last post I got a call about my dad having fallen. I felt from that very moment that it was the beginning of the end for him. The fall strained his back but no broken bones. You see, at 81 years old, he was pretty much done and at peace with it. He loved me enough to tell me how he felt and how much he loved me. Tears rolled from both our eyes but he wouldn’t go without saying something.

Dad and ZoieDad never met a mean dog….they just loved him.

What can you say?? Aw it’s okay dad….you’ll jump back into life. No dad, don’t leave. Everything will be okay when your back heals. I really think, truthfully, in two weeks at the most you’ll be driving again. I told him all of that except the second one. He wanted to go but he would have tried to stay for his kids….and would have continued to be done.

He said he was tired of playing bingo, tired of playing poker, and tired of being lonely (mom passed in ’07). “Why not move to a retirement village?”, he was asked often. He replied, “Old people live there.” He did live in a very nice retirement complex but did not mingle much with the neighbors. Dad spent years owning restaurants so he was always around young people. Though he dealt with teenage angst from hundreds of employees more than any adult having raised seven children beyond teenage years should have, he preferred the company of younguns…..in relation to his age anyways….30’s, 40’s, 50’s. The 60’s age group was pushing it.

Dad and meDad and me

So on October 14 Roger Groce, Sr. passed away because he wanted to. I’ve heard stories over the years of the elderly dying with no real medical reason. My ex husband’s grandmother fell and broke her collar bone. A fairly minor thing as far as broken bones go, but she was done, having survived the deaths of her husband and her only child, my ex’s father. My grandfather went to the hospital for bowel obstruction. Not a minor thing but definitely survivable even for a stubborn 83 three year old. He kept asking what day it was knowing that my grandmother’s birthday was coming up. He wanted to be with her so on the day before her birthday he fell asleep and never awoke. He was done.

I have chosen to respect my dad’s feelings as they were his alone. I’m not 81 yet so who am I, at 55, to judge it. When your parents reach those ages you know, of course, their days are numbered. It’s a fact of life as we all lose our parents and our children will lose us too. But, I’m hear to tell you that that truth doesn’t give you comfort….not in the beginning anyways.

Dad Nick and meThree generation selfie

So it’s been hard to get back to Etsy. Doubt has filled my thoughts. But my dad is why I had the balls to start down that path in the first place. He made his own way and was his own boss for most of my life. His entrepreneurial drive and spirit has touched all his kids in one way or another. He really liked what I was doing. He’d call me up…”Cin, I think you should make <his idea>. I think it will sell.” He would know.

Bye daddy….I love you….and thank you so so much.