Sunday, May 30, 2021

WWW = World Wide Web

 TRUE...it is so very very true, that the WWW at the beginning of all of those websites, actually stands for "World-Wide Web".  Most kids today don't fully get the concept of that, and it could be because they aren't seeing the forest for the proverbial trees. They play on the web all day, work on it, work out on it, game, stream, learn, and talk on it, but they don't fully grasp that literally ANY ONE and EVERYONE who knows a thing of two about investigating will in fact, be able to find out more than you probably wanted them or anyone else to find out about you - - oh, but it's OK, we all have the same problem! You can find out all you may want to explore about me, just like I'm able to dig in as deeply as I want to in order to find out about you! No secrets, right? Not anymore. There hasn't been real privacy since the turn of the 21st Century. You knew that, but whether or not you were willing to admit it to yourself is another thing!

    Used to be that  "WWW" stood for the Wicked Witch of the West! I know a thing or two about her as well. I played her, took on her role for more than a decade back in the 80s and 90s as I dressed up as the vocalized villain and swept my evil ways into the Oklahoma City Zoological Park ("The Zoo") in order to help the kiddos on their journey of Haunting the Zoo! It was more than fun, let me tell you, and before the security detail got involved, we costumed artists and entertainers were free to roam the entire zoo, chasing kids, scaring parents, making pretty much a scene anywhere and everywhere we could - - patrons weren't supposed to go past the ropes, but when they did you know I volunteered to wrangle a few. It didn't take long to do it; not with my wickedly spell-binding cackle, and the pointing of my broom!  Can you hear me? "I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too...."  as laughter and blood curling screams were sent out into the moist dark October skies! "Get back! Get back behind those ropes dear, or I'll....."

    Not today!  Not in 2021.  WWW (which actually is rarely ever used anymore) unleashes any and all dire, dull, dear, or drab information that may be sent out over the airwaves - - frequencies are a beautiful thing. I can be in my office at home, minding your business instead of minding my own. I can decide, if I choose, to go to a site that may or may not have your arrest records (mine as well) and it may or may not tell me if your parents have been arrested, if they are on the boards of any questionable foundations, if you've ever had surgery and for what. If I want to, I can look up your name, birthdate, place of birth, and maybe one other form of identifying tidbit; say maybe what you do for a living now or what company you once worked for, and I can find out if you were fired, terminated, quit, still work there, if you ever wrote a presentation, perhaps it will let me know where you lived at the time. 

    Keep in mind that skip-tracing, investigating people for the sake of locating them so one can collect a debt, has been a practice in America since the early 1900s; it's not a new thing, but the methods have become so very convenient.  When I first began scoping out information about people (I worked for an investigation service while I was a paralegal, and then after I left the law firm I worked extensively for the private eye as an internal investigator) for insurance fraud purposes, I was able to use what we called a Cross Book. It was a book that was literally published by someone, but it had names, addresses, phone numbers, places of employment, whether or not the person used public utilities, had cable or telephone services, and this was how we cross referenced names, birthdates, etc in order to find the right John Smith in order to contact him to ask him for payment. It was and is perfectly legal, but I did draw the line at speaking to a kid or family member and pretending to be a friend or acquaintance of said John Smith. I refused to compromise my ethics for a paycheck then, and I hold to that mantra today as well.

    As a professor, and certainly when I taught at the secondary level, I would always remind my darling students that WWW did in fact stand for World Wide Web, and I could use it at any time I wanted to in order to copy and paste their essays into a Google search to find out whether or not they plagiarized their work.  Today, there are apps that specifically tattle on would be cheaters, and the investigative nature of my searching has been replaced with just a few clicks of a mouse. Where's the fun in that? No glory, no sport whatsoever. I've taken to using these apps and almost allowing them to fully grade the essays because I don't want any good or bad bias to play a role in my subjective grading of a paper. Let the machine be the bad guy. WHY am I telling you all this?

    Seems a good friend, we'll call him friend, he's more of a guy I follow and admire online, has a problem with people knowing much about him. He's out there, he's producing music, he's publicly asking for support and yet wonders how it is that we (the fan base) may know something about him when he didn't post it - - your son posted it. Your cousin posted it. Your mother posted it. Your aunt on your mother's side who is related to you cousin's ex-girlfriend posted it. You don't fully yet understand the words WORLD WIDE WEB. You are not the only person posting about you; you are not the only person related to you who is posting things that relate to you. You are not the only person who is related to someone who doesn't understand that WWW is in fact both interesting and permanent. Your life, at least your life since around 1997, has been recorded, categorized, systematically and/or at times randomly chosen to be memorialized by at least one or two someones who feel the need to post something that may or may not be in your best interest.  Fighting it is futile, the best thing to do is to get in front of it, and stop defending it. Just know it's there and it won't go away any time soon. 

    It may be really really harsh to be brought out into this particular light, and Plato may have been onto something when he brought it up in the first place (You can Google that too). It is never easy to realize that you are not alone and it is never easy to realize that you are absolutely alone. It is never easy to find out that someone knows this or that, and you have no control over what they may do with that information. Just let it go - - let your yes be yes, let your no be no, give all your worries to God and move forward -- the past is the past is the past and if someone uses it to hurt you, shame on you for not being strong enough to first admit the folly, and then being stronger still by saying "Yeah, that was me, I did that, I'm an idiot, but I learned from the experience."  We don't have time left on this Earth to sit around moaning and complaining about what so and so posted or read recently that had been posted. Glory to God, already! Move forward. 

    It's all good.  I can see where it would be shocking and it would be upsetting, but I learned a long time ago to just say yes, that happened, or no, that didn't happen. I can tell you, a quick search of my name will show you both my bankruptcies my evictions, my divorce, the five-year court battle over my ex abusing my children, custody, lack of child support -- did I mention evictions? I was evicted at least four times I think. Yeah, I had a  hard time of it raising kids without support - - damn near killed me, but the thing is, there is another way to look at all this increasing knowledge and seemingly endless swirling of data drowning all of us - - the Bible told us it would happen -- and happen at the END.  We are getting closer and closer and closer to seeing Jesus face to face  -  and let me tell you something, you can Google all day long and not find something more permanent and more glorious than that.

Happy trails - - just be careful out there now that you're an adult. 



Thursday, May 27, 2021

I Should Weigh Negative 10 by Now.

 So, it's been what, 9 months since I started the diet? This is May 27, and I started it on or around the 3rd of August, that's nearly 10 months really; wow, time flies at times, and it creeps along ever so slowly at other times.  I was absolutely sure that by this time I would have met my goal weight and would be on the wild road to maintaining my new glorious self, but that is so not the case. I mean, here's the thing, I am just about as human as the next guy; or girl. I eat, sleep, drink, exercise, cheat, fall off track, climb back into the seat of that train, motivate myself to start over, and do everything and anything possible to make the scales sing the song I'm picking to listen to. The only problem is my body is just not cooperating, and really not one of my molecules will tell me why -- they are either too busy arguing with one another, or they've just plain stopped communicating. Something is not right. I am still not there.

        I will say this, I will have to raise my hands and give praise, because today my daughter was bragging about wearing a pair of capri pants that she had stashed in her closet for a good minute. I think she wore them maybe a few years ago, but either because she couldn't find them readily, or she had gained a bit of weight, she hadn't worn them. She put them on today and was dancing around happy and all giddy saying how she couldn't believe she was even fitting in them. I looked at the pants and thought maybe they'd actually fit me.  "Take them off", I said to her bluntly. I wasn't even nice about it. "Take them off, I want to see if the fit me."  She did laugh a little, but agreed to humor me.  Slowly she removed her pants, only slightly giggling when she handed them to me, but she wasn't laughing when I pulled them up and zipped them, now was she? She was staring at me! That's exactly what she was doing, she was staring straight at me, and then more laughter broke from her face, but it was a good kind of laughing - - which caused me to spit out a few chuckles myself. Her pants fit me! This hasn't happened since - - well, no, this has actually never happened before. Nope, not once. It felt so very very good! 

        Still, I think it's fair to say that I have a few more pounds to lose, and there really isn't a reason for it not happening, not when I'm getting over 10 hours of sleep every day, I'm drinking more than 100 ounces of water every day, I absolutely watch my carb count, my calorie count, my fiber and my protein count. I'm exercising daily by walking, riding, dancing, riding the bike, going to the gym, and using my vibration plate with weights. (Obviously, I'm not doing all of those things on the same day, but I do work out and/or exercise at least 30-45 minutes solid every day) there is just no good reason for me to be over my goal weight - - and I do want there to be a complain registered wherever and to whomever it is one complains to when things like this happen!  

        Because I believe in the power of prayer,  I do make it a daily thing to go into my closet and ask Jesus for His help and I mean it, I'm not just out there begging and pleading, I'm doing my part. I am working at it, not expecting miracles but looking forward to the needed answers to my prayers. It's just that it's taking forever  - at this rate the rapture will come and there I'll be claiming I could have been perfect if I didn't have to go to Heaven and be ... you know, perfect!  Tell you what, I'll trade this old hat body for the new one any day and every way. Maranatha!!  I can't wait. Still, while on this Earth, and having to deal with the ever to present reality of being 20-25 pounds from my goal weight, I want results!!

        I've looked it up, and hitting plateaus such as mine, is a very normal thing. I know. I've read all there is to read about it. I'm a member of a few online support groups too, and we talk about it, and we do things like carb cycling, loading, fasting, and daily tracking of all that goes into my mouth - - been there done that, still doing it  - come on already!! I want to be the New Jude now, it's my turn. It will happen...no worries. I just thought I'd moan a bit. I'm over it, I'll get back to surfing the Right Move app for a new house to live in once I get to Scotland. I can't decide if I want to be closer to Edinburgh, over the Firth of Forth in the Fife (love saying that) or in between Edinburgh and Glasgow so I can shop back and forth, see the various universities, be a rail-queen and travel over and over...I don't know. I like saying I live in the kingdom, so the Fife will likely win out in the end. Either way, any way, it will be wonderful and I should be at least closer to my ideal self by October...I better be! 


Laura with Luna

That's When You KNOW You Suck!

 I couldn't get to the tobacco exchange fast enough yesterday! I was really excited that the new cigar store was in our area, not a far drive, and small enough to be intimate, but large enough to have a good selection. I couldn't have been happier with the two guys running the shop; both had experience in their products, both were helpful, both were professional, and even made suggestions when I told them I was needing a good fat older style cigar for researching the main character (Nick Posh) for my new murder thriller. Oh, the men wanted to hear all about it, and they were searching in their store room for the best sample of what would be smoked (albeit probably a special occasion) by a former Chicago detective in the 1930's; one with an axe to grind. 

    The boys came up with a Dominican Republic cigar, a Maduro make by Le Galera. It's hand rolled, fat, dark, long enough to be impressive, but not too long, and it was tastefully expensive, but not out of reach for the paygrade of my detective.  I think I paid $8.00 for it, so it would have been about fifty cents back in the day. Not bad. Lady Liberty would have been walking across the coin carrying an armful of flowers, a majestic bald eagle spread across the reverse side of the coin. Today, a mint condition coin of that sort would bring in over $25,000.00 to the right holder. Funny how that works.  I bought the cigar with a big smile on my face, and looked forward to the moonrise so I could begin my research project. I was hoping my son could join me, but he was otherwise busy; nevertheless, I ended up buying him a nice 4-pack of cigars from various locations around the Caribbean. He'll like that.

    About 9:30 p.m. or so I decided it was dark enough and late enough to imbibe on the festive adventure of doing my stogie sucking research for the new book. Having smoked many a machine made cigar in the past, and maybe one or two hand rolled club cigars, I felt I was pretty cool for deciding to up my game for the sake of research. I knew full well that I wasn't going to make a habit out of buying expensive cigars; I only smoke one or two a year for Pyrate Nite usually, and most of the time, well, yeah, every time I can remember, it's been a cheap thin grape flavored trick from 7-11; if I had to be honest about it. This was the first "real" cigar I'd smoked in more than 35 years -- before I had kids, I can say that. I don't remember smoking anything worth anything after I gave birth. I was too strapped for cash most of the time.

    Because I'm ME and that way, I misplaced my matches, and had to use a fire-clicker thingy-ma-bob that you use to start fireplaces with, and you know that didn't fare well outside in the Oklahoma wind. I held the cigar clenched in my teeth and used both hands to light and guard the flame. I was there on the balcony of my apartment sucking and sucking trying to get the damn stogie to light. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't fast. The really expensive cigars are fatter, denser, and take a bit longer to light apparently. I really had sore cheeks after finally achieving my goal - - but damn it, I got the thing lit! There I was actually smoking a real cigar and having imaginative thoughts of being a 1930s style former detective on the balcony of a theatre in Chicago overlooking the city just wondering where the bad guy could be hiding. I had followed him this far. I could have made a misstep, but I felt as if he was close enough to bite.  That's when the cigar went out on me! WHAT? How did that happen?

    Back to the kitchen to try something new. I took the clicker thing and lit a candle, took the candle outside with me and lit my cigar again  - much better; more success, I learned something.  Oh wait, I also learned that I smoke with my left hand. I guess I knew that, but I wasn't paying attention to it, but it's true. I also hold my phone to my left ear, and that started my thinking gears up again; I was born left handed.  Nick Posh may be left handed. I think he should be. It makes more sense to me now, and it explains why the guy he killed with one blow - - oh, I can't tell you that, nevermind. Read the book!

    So, I'm on the balcony, cigar in hand, candle blown out by the wind, dog not happy with the smells and seeing her person pacing and pretending. Dogs don't pretend well, I also learned that.  About six to eight minutes into my second round of lighting and puffing I began feeling sick to my stomach really, and then my head decided it needed to fall off my shoulders and over the balcony. I think I had the wherewithal to stub the cigar on a brick and make it into the house without too much trouble, but my daughter had to let the dog in from outside, I hadn't kept the door open for her. Laura saw me make a bee-line for my bed and couldn't figure it out - - she wasn't alone, I couldn't figure it out either, but the bed just seemed like the more logical place to go.

    SWEAT!!! Oh my goodness, I began sweating. I couldn't open my eyes for fear of falling off the balcony (and I was laying prone on the bed at the time) and I couldn't breathe well either. I'm not sure if I was having a hard time breathing or if my heart had decided to shake up the situation and give me another reason to speak to Jesus. Jesus and I talk all the time, but this was one of those really fast and furious favor asking times; He gets me. I was all over my bed, spread out in four directions for optimal cooling, begging Laura to turn on my fan, turn out the light, and find me a wet washcloth - - now would be great! She was not only dutiful of course, but she was chiding and scolding at the same time; did I raise her correctly, or what? I think she said all the things I would have said to her if the roles were reversed; she'll be fine without me. I know this.  Me? I wasn't fine with me at that point. Nope.

    Throughout the night and into the dawn I knew I was going to have to crawl my way to the bathroom at some point. I just wondered if my head would come with me or if I needed to leave it in the bed where it was. I opted for taking it with me, but it and I argued the entire 16 feet to the bathroom - - and the entire 16 feet back to the bed. My head won the argument; just incase you were wondering. I spent the next 11 hours crashed and wracked up in my sweat-soaked sheets trying to make heads or tails out of why it was that I thought I was OK smoking an intense cigar in the first place.  This morning was spent doing more research, but not necessarily for the novel, though I may have to write the information I found in another blog as a public service announcement.  Apparently, (and everyone knew this but me) you can't smoke a fat new hand-rolled expensive dense cigar quickly. You're not supposed to inhale of course, and you're not supposed to hold the smoke in too long -- trifecta! I suck. I did all three and I ended up up-ended. So you know.

    When I finally gathered enough strength to crawl-walk to the bathroom again, I sat in the shower for six to eight minutes researching what it feels like to not be able to reach the faucet turning thingies to make your shower a bit more enjoyable. I laid there wondering if I could die of cold water hitting my body and my face. I didn't die. I know now that you won't die from that, but it would be a rather bad way to end such an incredibly interesting life. I managed to dry off, dress, call my other daughter, the smoker, and get laughed at from yet another kid.  I called my son only to see if boys treated their mothers differently, better than girls - - they do.  My son told me in his most military commanding way that drinking water will assure my restoration of health. He told me that if I decided to smoke the rest of the cigar to be sure and take it easy, slow things down, maybe let it burn more than I puff. He also told me that if I begin to feel dizzy, stop immediately, and lay down.  At least I know I was on the right track last night - - I just waited a bit too long, that's all.

    OK, well, that's my cigar smoking, stogie-killing story for you! Hope I've managed to both entertain and explain. I want the world to know that cigars are to be both appreciated and respected....and in some people's cases, like my own, they should be looked at and left right where they are. Not in my hand, not lit, not in my mouth, not puffed. They should be in movies, in books, in fantasies, where they can't do much harm. 



Wednesday, May 26, 2021

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

 WOOT!!  It is out! READY TO BUY!!  Thank you, Jesus!! Casting my nets to the RIGHT. Please share. Thank you.


ISBN: 978-1-64990-889-6

For Immediate Release 

 Blogger really just wants to make readers laugh 

 


Jude’s Almost Daily Blog by Jude Stringfellow  

Palmetto Publishing  

ISBN: 978-1-64990-889-6 / Ebook available 

 Publication Date: Available now on Amazon  

 

A disciple of great American humorists, Jude Stringfellow began writing a blog, aptly named “Jude’s Almost Daily Blog”, in 2007. “Since the blog began, I’ve written more than 700 individual posts,” she says. In her new book, Jude’s Almost Daily Blog, Stringfellow has compiled and curated a selection of musings and rants. “I like to think of myself as a modern-day Erma Bombeck,” Stringfellow says. “She and I view life from the same-colored lens.”  


In the book, Stringfellow presents 100 blog posts and several poems inspired by love and her life experiences. Ranging from the mundane task of paying bills to entertaining anecdotes, like the time the author was minding her own business and an attractive, bearded man appeared, to more significant topics, such as the author’s longing for her son to return home from war, Stringfellow’s posts were written to inject more humor into the world, as laughter is truly the best medicine. “There is really no one way to describe the book, but there is something for everyone,” she says.  


Stringfellow has plans to publish future blog volumes as well as a children’s book series. Jude’s Almost Daily Blog is available for purchase online at Amazon.com.  


About the Author 

Jude Stringfellow holds a Ph.D. in Administration. She is a Christian, and lecturing professor of Ethics and English. She is the author of five books, and she trains horses in her spare time. She has three children, Reuben, Laura and Caity, and splits her time between Oklahoma City and Scotland. To learn more about the author, please visit her blog, www.judestringfellow.blogspot.com.  

 

MEDIA CONTACT 

Jude Stringfellow jude.stringfellow@gmail.com  

(405) 812-2642  

 

REVIEW COPIES AND INTERVIEWS AVAILABLE 

Press release written by Palmetto Publishing. Photo credit: Palmetto Publishing