On the Bookshelf: Foundation

1001 Books to Read Before You Die

read about this challenge and see the full list here

Title: Foundation
Author: Isaac Asimov
Publication Date: 1951
Country: USA
Genre: Science Fiction
Pages: 255

Synopsis: For twelve thousand years the Galactic Empire has ruled supreme. Now it is dying. But only Hari Sheldon, creator of the revolutionary science of psychohistory, can see into the future–to a dark age of ignorance, barbarism, and warfare that will last thirty thousand years. To preserve knowledge and save mankind, Seldon gathers the best minds in the Empire–both scientists and scholars–and brings them to a bleak planet at the edge of the Galaxy to serve as a beacon of hope for a future generations. He calls his sanctuary the Foundation.

But soon the fledgling Foundation finds itself at the mercy of corrupt warlords rising in the wake of the receding Empire. Mankind’s last best hope is faced with an agonizing choice: submit to the barbarians and be overrun–or fight them and be destroyed.

My Book Report: I am not sure if I want to do a book report/review for each one. I will definitely let you know on ones I absolutely hated. This one was a pretty easy read, short chapters of different situations through the years. If I think of more to add I will.

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Get a Tattoo

I had thought about getting a tattoo on and off through the years. I couldn’t decide on what it would be or where I would have it. I knew it had to be something I wouldn’t regret or get tired of after a few years. I would look at tattoos of things I liked, teddy bears, turtles, ladybugs, and Celtic knot designs. Plus, there was the whole being stabbed with a needle. I get light headed just seeing a needle for blood work. Of course that could be the blood part. So, I would look at tattoos but not really plan for getting one myself.

A couple of years ago, as I was looking online, I came across this Wild Bills Tattoo place located in Roseville, California. There was information on a day that they would host a tattoo-a-thon and 100% of the cost of the tattoo would go to the UC Davis Children’s Hospital. I thought to myself, “Well if I do get a tattoo that is when I will do it and then I can say I got tattooed for the kids”. It was an awesome find. I put it in my calendar to remind myself about the tattoo-a-thon each February.

I think it took me another couple of years to work up the nerve to go for it and get that tattoo. In 2016, I decided on getting a shamrock (because I’m part Irish, and it’s for luck, and it’s cute) and started looking at different photos online to see what kind of design I wanted and where. I found a cute one where it was just an outline and the leaves also looked a bit like a heart, and it was on the wrist. I really liked that idea, then I would be able to see it. I showed my mom and told here I wanted to get this one but not to worry, it would be small. She liked it be was iffy that I would go through with it from seeing the needles and getting poked. I made my appointment for early that Saturday morning.

A friend said she would come with and check it out. She was thinking about getting a tattoo and wanted to see. We got to the place and had to wait a bit for one of the artists. When one came over, I showed him the photo of the shamrock tattoo I wanted and that it’d be a small one on the inside of my wrist. He said okay and went to sketch the design on the transfer paper. That was something I hadn’t realized they did but totally makes sense. That took a while and then he came back and we grabbed seats. Luckily it was near the waiting area and my friend could sit and watch.

The artist told me to relax my wrist and warned me that doing it there, my fingers might twitch. Whoah! What? I hadn’t thought about that, but with the nerves being right there. Something else to get nervous about. How much twitching would they do? Deep breath. He transferred the design on the wrist. It was a little larger then I was thinking, but didn’t look too bad. I had told him I wanted it in green, he suggested doing a green and black coloring. I figured he knew what he was talking about and said sure. He placed the needle over my wrist and started the process. It went up and down so fast that at times felt like it was slicing me like a knife. That is when I realized, tattooing is basically have people stab you on purpose and scar you. Usually we try not to leave scars if we get cut. hmmm.

It felt so uncomfortable, but so glad he was was fast, and that I got a simple enough design, that it was over pretty fast. My friend got a photo that perfectly summed up what I was feeling. I am glad she got it while I was getting tattooed. The artist finished up and went over the care for instructions and I was done. He told me what the cost of that size tattoo would be and I wrote a check for a little more for the donation to the hospital. Then got a sticker that said “I got tattooed for the kids”. I really wanted that sticker.

A friend that lived nearby messaged us to come over for brunch, so we did. We said there almost all day, just chatting away. Hope she didn’t mind. I waited until the tattoo was healed and took a photo to show it off while wine tasting at a winery. I think it turned out cute. Took a while to get used to the fact I have something permanent on my arm.

I don’t know if I will get anymore. I have thought about it now that it’s been some time. But then I look at that photo above of when I was getting this one and remember. I am not closing the door, but I am happy with this one.

Did it take a while for you to get a tattoo? Have you done something like this where the money is for a benefit for children?

 

Throw a Surprise Party

My favorite so far is the surprise birthday party my sister and I threw for our mom a few years ago.

This was one of those milestone birthday’s (I won’t say which one so she can’t get mad at me) My sister and I wanted to make sure to do something special. Her birthday is at the end of July and there were several years she had to celebrate it at a swim meet.

I had gone to a friend’s wedding at a little winery not far from our house. It was super cute and their wines were pleasant to taste. I had the place in mind right away when we started discussing this. AND it would serve as a great cover of getting her to it, by using the excuse of wine tasting and then lunch.

We created a list of family and friends and sent out invites. This was my first time planning a big-ish event like this. Lots of little details became clear. Not to mention costs. There was the location, food, drinks, cake, decorations.

My uncle (her brother) was very helpful with the planning and when I became worried about having the money for it all, said he would be willing to help cover the cost of the food. My cousin was dating (and now married to) a very nice gal whose family managed a food place (Armadillo Willy’s). They talked and worked out that they would bring the food as a buffet. It was a perfect choice because it was food we knew my mom would enjoy, especially the coleslaw (side note: I am not much for coleslaw but this one is very yummy).

Next up was ordering a fruit basket cake from Whole Foods. That part wasn’t hard at all. The hard part was getting my sis here from Hawaii and making sure not to blow the party to our mom. I was living in an apartment at the time, so she was able to fly in and stay with me without mom being aware. She went to our house during the day, while mom was at work, and looked for photos to use as part of decorations. We found some fun ones of her throughout her life.

My sis thought she was being clever in setting up a call to mom to make it seem like she was still in Hawaii going about her daily routine. I just had to make sure not to say anything about the party when my mom was around.

We almost got away without her being completing aware, but then the winery made the mistake in calling her house phone instead of my cell phone. They wanted to make sure I was sending the final payment for the event. I was SOOOOO PISSED! It worked out in the end because, as my mom said, I didn’t need to come up with an excuse and she didn’t know what or who might be there.

The day of, we went to the farmer’s market to get a bunch of flowers. Then headed to the winery. Our uncle and family was there to help set up the food and when a few other guests got there a little early, gladly helped us finish setting up tables. We had bought glass jars from Goodwill that we filled with the flowers and then had the photos placed at the different tables. The winery had a table for the wines and set up another one for the cake and any presents people brought. I had a little stereo that had music, but it was small so people couldn’t really hear it (turned out to be unnecessary anyway). Being at the end of July, I wasn’t sure if it’d be super hot like it can often times be. Luckily it was only warm with a slight breeze coming over from the river nearby.

Then I went to go get the guest of honor.

One last thing, the week before my mom had gone out to dinner with a friend. They decided to get a bottle of wine and asked the waitress for a recommendation. She mentioned Scribner Bend to try. My mom came home to tell me that we have to check out this winery and that the wine was very nice. I almost said something then, but I was able to stop myself. Was very glad to know she would enjoy the wine.

So, I went and got her and came back to the winery. Now, where we all were was in the middle of some of the vines, so she couldn’t see it right away. She walked through the flower arch and everyone yelled, “SURPRISE!!” and she was. There were a few people she hadn’t seen in a while. But when she noticed my sister hiding in the back, she said “I KNEW you were here!” Later, she admitted she didn’t really, but had hoped.

In the end, it was a very pleasant afternoon and so fun. Definitely a surprise party to remember and cherish.

Have you thrown a surprise party or been the recipient of one?

Grow Long Hair

& Donate to Wigs For Kids

I can check off 2 items for this one “Grow Long Hair” and “Donate to…”

Back in 2013 a friend mentioned she was going to start growing out her hair and donate to Locks of Love. I thought, why not do that too!! When I mentioned it to my hair stylist, she told me to look at other organizations that create wigs for children. People assume the wigs they make and give to kids are free. It’s not true. Plus, it is mostly for children that suffer alopecia areata (a type of hair loss). Not to say that is not also important to give wigs to kids that have that, but I was thinking of donating toward a wig for a child that has to deal with cancer (or wider range of reasons a child lost their hair). Researching more, I found they use a sliding fee based on parent’s income. And even though they accept at least 10 inches of pretty much any type of hair (even dyed), they don’t use all of it. Some they sell off. Maybe to help keep costs of making the wigs down, but that was still unclear to me.

I was disillusioned with Locks of Love and started looking for other organizations that fit more with what I wanted my hair to be donated for. I came across Wigs for Kids. “For children who have lost their hair due to chemotherapy, radiation therapy, Alopecia, Trichotillomania, burns and other medical issues at no cost to children or their families.” And as far as I can tell, they work to make the wigs complimentary to children.

Side note: I saw on the Wigs for Kids website they have a Girl Scout patch for donating. Where was that when I was a Scout? Would have been fun to earn.

The requirements for Wigs for Kids is at least 12 inches and no chemical treatment to the hair. I figured I can do this challenge and let my hair grow long. It had been quite a challenge for me. I usually keep my hair chin length and anytime it starts to touch my shoulders I chop it off. It’s also quite thick, so when I do the chop, I can feel the weight come off my head. I’ve liked to dye it a reddish color. Growing up it stayed a light brown due to me swimming year round. When I stopped swimming, it went back to my natural color which is a very dark brown and I was very much not used to that. Friends even asked if I dyed my hair.

It took about 4 years to grow, and as soon as I could, I chopped it off as part of a birthday treat for myself. I got it layered and colored.

The back ponytail reached 12 inches but the other ponytails were a tad short. Plan B, donate that one ponytail to Wigs for Kids and the rest to PanteneBeautiful Lengths program. They provide free wigs for women battling cancer. Their requirements were at least 8 inches and color free. Done!!

It was fun to grow out my hair to see how it looked and felt. People said long hair looks good on me. I might grow it out long again but this time style it more than just an even cut and see how that looks. And down the road, I might donate it again. I hope that little bit of hair will help add to making a wig for a child and a woman and bring a smile to their faces.

Have you donated your hair? What organization and how was your experience?

Participate in a Polar Bear Plunge

I’ve been wanting to do a new year’s day polar bear plunge for a few years now. I would look for ones around the area. They all seemed a bit far away, and the ones talked about on the news that day would be too late to go to.

my first attempt in 2010
In 2010, I tried jumping into the ocean. We happened to stop at Stinston Beach in Northern California and I thought about changing into my swim suit, but there was so many signs warning about sharks that I chickened out. I did stick the lower half of my legs in the water though. Hey, it was a start!

Second attempt in 2011
December 2011, I was looking at the different options, and most seemed to be beach jumps down in southern California. Then I came across a flyer online for a polar bear plunge in a community pool not to far away. The part that made me happy was that it going to happen in the middle of the day, not the morning. I posted to see if anyone else was interested and right away I got comments that I was crazy. Although one of my friends decided to consider it and asked if I really planned on going. I had started to waver with the fact it might be raining and the water was going to be about 48 degrees. Then I told her, you know, I keep looking at these kind of things to do and then it’s becomes too late to do them and I end up regretting not doing it. Plus, it is a jump, not a swim or anything. So why the heck not do it. They said there would warm showers, hot chocolate, and soup to warm back up.

With that response to her inquiry, she decided, why the heck not too. A couple of others did say okay while we were talking about it at a new year’s eve party. And a couple of the guys said that they would jump if I joined in the group drinking car bombs. I thought, that’s easy enough and did drink up. Of course that seemed to be our downfall for the rest of the evening.

The next day, we woke up with headaches and seeing that ground was wet from a rain shower and more grey clouds in the sky. But my friend and I were still determined to do this adventure. We got on our swim suits and sweats and blankets and headed out to the pool. As soon as we got into the parking lot, we were wondering if we would be the only adults as we were seeing lots of kids walk by with towels. But there were lots of friendly smiles and encouragement from others and there were other adults in the pool area.

Two other friends from the night before showed up and we started getting ready to plunge in the water. Lots of joking and wondering this really was a good idea. The sun came out and the day felt a little warmer. We got out of our sweats and lined up along the pool sides. There were almost enough people to line up on 3 sides. We counted down and took a huge jump and deep breathes and under the water we went. It definitely was a shock and right away was trying to find the top of the water. Then swimming for the edge of the pool and hopping out. Actually it did seem after the initial cold shock that it wasn’t too bad, but I didn’t really feel like staying in too long. One dad had said that his daughter had to be told to get out of the pool last year, she stayed in so long. Most of the other people jumped in and out just as fast as us. The two guys that jumped with me were saying that swimming a lap wouldn’t be too bad, but they were just as fast, if not faster on getting back out of the pool.

Here we are all excited to be doing this polar bear plunge

3, 2, 1…JUMP!

Thanks again Aaron Craig, Erica Scoggins, and Marty Crossley Jr. for joining me

There was also a slide that was open for people to use. A few kids decided they had to slide down. Marty and I decided to brave the water again and go on the slide. It was a very slow slide down into the water but fun. The outside air was quite warm after being in the pool.

We changed and found out that there were buttons to get saying we survived. We definitely wanted proof, besides photos, that we did a polar bear plunge. The other nice thing about this event was that it was a fundraiser for a youth scholarship.

We couldn’t find any hot showers, but we changed as fast as our cold hands would let us and headed out for a celebratory hot lunch. As we left, the clouds came back with sprinkles. I was glad to have gone and even more glad that I had some crazy friends to join me. I’m already looking forward to doing this again with more people.

Are you a Polar Bear Plunge survivor? Pool, lake, river, or ocean?

Read Kerouac, Ginsberg, Corso, and Burroughs (part 1 of 4)

I’ve been wondering why all these authors were grouped together. According to Wikipedia’s entry; “The Beat Generation was a group of American post-World War II writers who came to prominence in the 1950’s, as well as the cultural phenomena that they both documented and inspired. Central elements of “Beat” culture included rejection of received standards, innovations in style, experimentation with drugs, alternative sexualities, an interest in Eastern religion, a rejection of materialism, and explicit portrayals of the human condition”

On the Road by Jack Kerouac

I am so happy I can finally say I finished reading “On the Road” by Jack Kerouac! I don’t why, but it’s taken me over a year to get through this book. I can cross off 1 out of the 4 authors. Although, these other authors are featured a bit in the book so I almost can stop here. But I won’t, I’ll try to get through one book by each person.

I started reading this book and immediately noticed that there were no paragraphs or chapters. Guess that’s what they mean by Kerouac’s spontaneous prose style of writing. He rambled on and on about people and his adventures between the years 1947 to 1950. I think that is what made it hard for me to get into the story. The rambling, odd descriptions of what was happening, how he viewed other people, side thoughts or insights, and tangent stories. I told my mom that it felt like I sat down with Kerouac to hear about his adventure over a drink. We all get that way (mostly) with telling someone about a trip right? Start a story, remember other stories, go off on tangents, and then go back to the main story. And there’s no breaks, unless you would count another person interrupting the storyteller.

I had to ask for clarification on a few slang terms and expressions. And after a few pages of reading, I forgot what I had read before. Got the gist of everything, but if I had to go back to write a better review, or a paper on this, I would basically have to reread it all over.

After finishing the book, I am now curious on reading some papers delving into what people think he was writing about and see what they interpret as the meaning behind or into the story. I didn’t understand the difference in this edition as opposed to the original edition published in 1957. It is pretty cool that he first typed this story up on one long piece of paper (120-foot roll of teletype paper), hence why the “scroll”. Later on, he had to break it up and write on normal sheets of paper. He also changed the names of the characters in the story so there would be no libel suits. I read names like Jack Kerouac, is also known as Salvatore “Sal” Paradise. And his other main character, Neal Cassady, is also Dean Moriarty.

It was hilarious, and I don’t think a spoiler, to get toward the end of the story and have it stop abruptly. I was about to get mad, but on the next page there was a note from the editor that it stopped there because the last bit of the scroll had been chewed off by a dog. The editor also noted that based on notes and Kerouc’s published story, he added the last bit.

I thought it interesting on Wikipedia’s page that they had a section of public reception for the book. Both for when it first was published and the current reactions to it, 50 years later. I would say the perception of the story and characters probably have changed drastically over the years.

Wear a lei

Found a photo taken after a trip to Hawaii in 1987, where my sister and I are wearing lei’s. No interesting story to it. Cannot remember if some friends that moved to Hawaii gave us these or we bought them.

Wanted to include this postcard photo that we posed and paid with birds. It was a fun touristy thing to do.

Have you been lei’d? Any interesting story to it?

I Sat Next to a Killer

Yup, you read that correctly. I sat next to a killer and had dinner with him at my table, and I am here to tell you about it.

A couple of my friends; “Penny” and “Lizzy” sent me a message asking if I’d like to join them for dinner on the Delta King. This is a docked steamboat located in Old Sacramento that has been turned into a hotel and restaurant. I quickly sent back a message saying, heck ya! I had dinner there as a kid, but couldn’t remember how it looked inside the boat and since it was the last Friday of the year, it’d be a treat.

I met up with the two friends and we headed to the bar for a pre-dinner cocktail. Loved the wooden ambiance. While we were deciding on a cocktail, the bartender was making a drink that caught our attention it was white and had chocolate in a martini glass. Lizzy and I decided to order that and we all split an order of fried calamari.

I have been getting better about asking other people to take a photo so I can make sure I am in some. What I now need to work on is asking; “Can you take a photo of us?” NOT “Can you take a photo?” Otherwise I’ll end up with more of these kind of photos

 

Then we ventured down to the restaurant and sat down. The tables were set up like they would be on a cruise ship, so the three of us were at a table with 8 other people. There was one older couple with the wife celebrating her birthday, two pairs of couples out enjoying the dinner together, and another couple. This was also a pre-fixed dinner with a salad, main entree, and a dessert. The guy from the couple was seated to my left and he leaned over to us before dinner started saying that he was going to propose to his girlfriend and would like us to video tape it. We all thought that such a sweet thing and said yes, of course.

Dinner was good, and we had entertainment provided by the Delta King staff. The host that seated us came over a few times to make sure we were enjoying ourselves and he was quite the character, always had a joke and made us crack up. During the main course (I had the pasta, and Penny and Lizzy had the beef). The guy to my left got up and got a microphone and proposed. She said yes and we all clapped for them.

But it was while we were enjoying our cheesecake desert that a cop came in to announce there was a killer in our mist and we were all suspects. He asked the guy to my left to stand up and started grilling him, the guy was darting his eyes around, and getting very anxious when he suddenly pulled a gun on the cop. His new fiance ran and got the cop’s gun. The guy had been drinking redbull all night, he said it was his favorite drink, so his hands were shaky and he ended up killing the host and his finance. It was terrible.

We all just clapped and they got up, went to the front and took a bow. Yup, I just experienced my first murder mystery dinner. Did I have you going?

It was so much fun and I highly recommend going to a dinner performance like that. Who knows, you might be sitting next to the killer.

The host

The actors

We made up names for the evening “Penny, Lizzy, & Shelly Lane”

 

Go Skiing

I was lucky in that my family was able to use cabins from family friends & relatives, so we went skiing quite a bit. When I was old enough, I joined a program with a friend and we would go every Saturday for the winter season. We met way early in the morning at a parking lot, got onto a bus and went to Squaw Valley and Alpine Meadows (half the season at each resort). First there was the group lessons, then lunch break, after that we had our own time to go ski.

At the end of the season, they would host a family ski day. All the kids in the program got to race down a solemn course and compete in age groups for trophies. The families get to come and ski and have lunch. It was sooo much fun.

Now that I would have to pay for myself, I’ve only been able to go a few times for the last decade. Every season, I say I’ll get up to ski and then its over way too fast. One of these days…

make angels in the snow

The author also had this item listed at #1353 make a snow angel.

I know I’ve made snow angels in the snow as a kid, but writing this when I went in 2013 and got to go play in the snow like a kid again. Some friends and I went up to Lake Tahoe (area), California to go to sledding. It was a little overcast, but perfect snow weather. This was the first time I’ve gone to a sled park.

They had a couple of lifts for those that wanted to ski. But we walked over to the sled area. You then grab a big inter-tube and step onto a moving walkway (like those in airports). You line up to one of the lanes (they had them grooved out so no one would bump into each other) and slide down. Super fun and easy, since you don’t have to do to much work in walking in the snow up each time.

Snow sledding 1While there, I wanted to make a snow angel. We took a break from sledding and laid down on our tubes and chatted for a bit. I took this opportunity to walk over to an area that was packed down. Then I fell backwards into the snow and moved my arms and legs. When I got up, it didn’t really look like much of an angel, as you’ll see. But the point is, I made one since buying this book and can cross it off the list.

 

When is the last time you did something child like?

 

Help Christmas Promise Fulfill Wishes

During Christmas time, lots of people turn out to help make sure others get to celebrate some during the holiday season. People that truly need a break from their problems and struggles and have a moment to cherish.

The Active 20-30 club of Greater Sacramento #1032 I am a member, raises money to help different charities throughout the year. One organization we had set aside money for is called Christmas Promise. 2010 was the first year I was able to sign up to help wrap gifts as well as shop for presents for a family that probably would not have a Christmas if not for this organization. What is Christmas Promise?

Here is a little bit I found that explains it very well: “Christmas Promise is an organization that sends “Santa Claus” to approximately 250 families. Each year teachers, church organizations, and social workers forward “letters to Santa” from disadvantaged children. Christmas Promise fulfills the wishes of these children by sending Santa to the home of the children on Christmas Eve.”

They have been doing this for over 70 years! On the first day of December you can go to their wall where they post these letters sent in and “adopt” a family to shop for. My Active 20-30 club was able to “adopt” and shop for about 38 people. We also volunteered one day/evening to help wrap gifts and other essentials for these families.

Even though I won’t see the family I shopped or wrapped up presents for, open their gifts, it really was touching to read these letters and see how much people did donate toward these families and to help make sure they have a reason to be able to celebrate on Christmas Day.

I would encourage you to do something similar next Christmas.

***They had to shut this down for a couple of years, but it’s being reorganized and hopefully can get up and running again next year (2018)****

Ice-Skating (take 1)

We have a couple of indoor ice rinks, and during a few months in the winter, there is a small rink outside in the downtown area of Sacramento. I have been wanting to go ice skating but just haven’t gotten my butt out to the rinks. In 2015, they added a huge ice rink over at the baseball field. It was “The Biggest Show on Snow!” the rink was large enough that they had a hockey game from 2 nearby teams.

A friend and I went and bought the full ticket that included 3 slides down their man-made hill and 1 hour of skating.

Went to the slides first. Got our tubes, got up there, and the helpers asked if we signed a waiver. At first we thought they were kidding, nope, so we had to go back down and were pointed the way to the table to sign and get a wristband saying we are aware we are taking a risk to our lives.

Back to the tube, back up the stairs, and then a quick bounce down the hill. The first time I went face toward the bottom. The second time was away and going backwards. The third time, the guy pushed me off in a way that caused me to spin in circles on the way down. It was fun!

Then onto the skating. Thought I got the correct size skates, but later saw a sign saying to go one size down from your normal size. whoops. Got on the skates and started walking to the rink. Well, tried walking, it was more like wobbling and realizing I need to work on my balance. We stepped on the ice and I was already preparing to fall down. Like many of the others there, I kept close to the wall to help with the balance. I was hoping to get out to more the middle of the ice, because I knew it probably would be smoother ice to skate on. That wasn’t gonna happen this time. I did push away a few times and skated, but then my ankles turned on me, my feet cramped up, and I started wobbling again. I fell a couple of times. One of the times a girl was close by, skating in circles. I put out my hand toward her because she was coming my way and I didn’t want her to fall on me. She took that as needing help, as she she first asked if I was okay, and then helped pull me up. That was a little humbling, but very nice of her to treat her elders so well.

I made it about halfway and I knew I wasn’t going to make it a full hour of skating time. My friend had lapped me twice already. By the time I made it back around to the entrance gate, I was done. My feet cramped and my ankles and lower calves were hurting. Not to mention the knees I fell on. I believe my friend lasted four or five go-arounds. We were done.

My friend suggested that before trying to skate again, I should work on strengthening my ankles and my balance. So, that’s my new plan. I can cross off ice skating but I really want to do a better job and get a little videoing of it. If I did video this time, it would have been perfect to send to America’s Funniest Videos.

Have you gone ice skating? indoors or outdoors? funny experience or able to do twirls and jumps like a professional?

make paper snowflakes

I had to look up how to make paper snowflakes because it had been a super long time since I made any, probably for a school project. Luckily, one can just Google and get the option to watch a video of how somebody makes them, read instructions, even see some patterns of how to cut a few interesting, and of course, lots of photos of other people’s snowflakes. Have to say, there are some very detailed ones. I read a few sites and watch a video just to see how they went through the instructions. Then I got to work with paper and scissors to see what I could create.

I ended up making a few. I made a couple by cutting randomly and then I tried to copy a few designs I saw online. They didn’t come out quite like the pictures but that doesn’t really matter right? Each snowflake in nature is different, so the paper ones should be too.

It has been fun to continue to adding to the snowflakes each year at Christmas time.

Have you made paper snowflakes lately? 

Learn the first 5 Amendments

I’m copying the information found at the National Center for Constitutional Studies since it came up in a search on the Amendments first.

Amendment 1 – Freedom of Religion, Speech and the Press
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Amendment 2 – Right to Bear Arms
A well-regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.

Amendment 3 – Housing of Soldiers
No soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

Amendment 4 – Protection from unreasonable Search & Seizures
No soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

Amendment 5 – Protection of rights to Life, Liberty & Property
No person shall be held to answer for a capital or otherwise infamous crime unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in time of war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use without just compensation.

Amendment 6 – Rights of accused persons in Criminal Cases
Amendment 7 – Rights in Civil Cases
Amendment 8 – Excessive Bail, Fines and Punishments Forbidden
Amendment 9 – Other Rights kept by the People
Amendment 10 – Undelegated powers Kept by the States and the People
Amendment 11 – Authority of Federal Courts Restricted
Amendment 12 – Election of the President and Vice President
Amendment 13 – Slavery Outlawed
Amendment 14 – Rights of Citizenship
Amendment 15 – Voting Rights for All Races
Amendment 16 – Federal Income Taxes
Amendment 17 – Election of Senators by Popular Vote
Amendment 18 – Liquor Outlawed
Amendment 19 – Voting Rights for Men and Women
Amendment 20 – Terms of the President and Congress; Replacing the President
Amendment 21 – Control of Liquor Returned to the States
Amendment 22 – Presidents Limited to Two Terms
Amendment 23 – Presidential Electors for the District of Columbia
Amendment 24 – Voting Rights Protected from Taxes
Amendment 25 – Replacing the President and Vice President
Amendment 26 – Voting Rights for All Citizens Eighteen or Older
Amendment 27 – Changes in Salaries of Senators and Representatives

Be on a Bone Marrow Registry

Gotta tell you, sometimes I feel like I’m a dog who gets distracted by squirrels, food, and toys, when finding out about some amazing charities. Ones like Active 20-30 Club, Comfort Cases, Girls on the Run, and 916 Ink are JUST A FEW of the ones I love to keep an eye on and see how I might help. And I keep coming across neat non-profits all the time.

Recently heard a story on the national Nightly News about a guy taking a break from college to help his best friend whose cancer returned, and crossing things off his bucketlist. (right here in Citrus Heights, California) They had also created a non-profit called, Gamer’s Gift, that high schoolers run, whose goal it is to help different groups, such as kids in hospitals and seniors, anyone with restricted movements and promote well-being and positive spirits through the use of video games and other electronic media.

NOW, the story of these 2 friends mainly caught I ear because of the bucketlist, I love hearing and reading them. I wanted to see if they had a blog or something where they were posting about their adventures. Sure, enough they are on a few sites. Find, One List, One Life on Facebook.

The biggest reason I am writing about this is because of how much they encourage people to sign up to be on the bone marrow registry. I am already registered as an organ donor. Being on the bone marrow list scares me a little. The more I was thinking about it, the more I realized that is kind of silly. My being scared of needles, prevented me from going and donating blood for a long time. I was fine once I finally worked up my nerve to go try. I am still nervous and can’t watch the needle being inserted or look at the blood because I’d probably faint. But I have gone a couple of times now.

I decided to go ahead and sign up, get that cheek swab kit, send it back, and see what happens. I am a healthy person right now, if I can be a match and help someone, why not do so? It will take a little bit to work up my nerve to help if I get a call, because I know that probably means more needles. I just need to remind myself, I’m fine and I’d like someone else to be fine too and this is one way I can help.

You can sign up here