Tipping at the Register

 Apparently, there have been some changes in the restaurant business since the Pandemic.   Now, since waitstaff is rarely coming to your table now, and you must order at the register, they are no longer coming by to take an order, fill your drink, fill your order, check on you, and then take up your plates to prepare for the next guest. They want you to order at the front, pay at the front, and LEAVE A TIP at the register even if they are not going to do anything for you. The reason someone would tip is that the service is good, not so that we can pay for it in advance. I watched a couple NOT pay the tip and saw that the waitstaff at the front didn't give them as good of service as they did myself and my friend. We both left tips, but we didn't want to. My friend told me if we didn't give at least a 15% percent tip we could expect slower service and then she said, "and only God knows what they may do to your food". I flat out hate that!

    In America, we are conditioned to tip our waitstaff because we know they are paid a minimum wage and earn the rest of their income through tips. It used to be something really low like $2.50 an hour plus whatever tips you could receive. In 2010 my daughters waited tables and made $2.25-2.50 per hour, but they made bank from tips; they were friendly and cordial, funny, and made people feel welcome. It was not unheard of for either of my kids to bring home $200 a night and they didn't serve alcohol, they were serving dinners, and pancakes at a waffle house!  Today, I went to a McAlisters and ordered a $10 meal, it came with a tiny side, and I ordered a tea which added $2.49 on top of my meal. That's a lot of money for tea if you ask me. Yes, they will refill it for you, they better! As I was inserting my credit card the lady at the register said "It will ask you another question, and it's totally up to you."  Really? No, it's not.

    When I visit the UK I am always that American, you know, the one that pulls out their credit card to pay, and then tips the wait staff when I leave. There, in the UK, they are paid a working wage, and the average citizen doesn't tip anyone at any restaurant unless it's a fancy place, and they want to impress those they are with.  Americans just automatically give up 15%-20% of our meal price if the service is good, but I've not really found good service in the UK and I'm thinking it's more or less connected to the fact that they get a wage and don't expect a tip. When I have to flag someone down and ask for a refill only to be told I'll need to pay for a 2nd drink, you can bet I'm not going to feel much like tipping in that situation. NOW, because of the lame Pandemic-excuse, we are being forced to PAY FOR THE SERVICE before we get it through tipping at the register, or we have to possibly suffer the consequences - - whatever they may be. I'm not happy.

    The food was OK at McAlister's tonight, but they weren't generous with their beef like they used to be. I think inflation has reared its ugly head in every nook and cranny possible. I'm not going to spend $13 on a meal if I'm not being served a decent amount of food; I can stay home, save money, treat myself well, never put up a tip, and guarantee myself at least one free refill on tea, water, or whatever the hell I decide to drink. I really like myself. I could serve myself all night! I think it's time we consumers began putting up a fuss about what it is we expect and what it is that we won't tolerate.   I don't have to go out, I choose to do so. I don't have to beg someone to do their job, they should just do it. I should never have to worry about the condition or safety of my food if I choose not to add a tip to my bill before even being served. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. That's what YELP is for I suppose!

    Too many of us are complaining these days about the way younger people handle customer service, and there's a reason for that.  Younger people can't really handle customer service (generally speaking) and when I have to wait for a cashier to put her damn phone down to take my order there's a problem. When I call her manager over and he's about a year older, and I see him put his phone away before coming to speak to me, there's another problem. Again, that's what YELP is for. Perhaps we can stop trying to settle matters at the establishment and try our luck with leaving comments online. That's where it will make a difference to them nowadays anyway! I realize it's 2022, and I need to think outside my old-fashioned time-machine type of box, but then again, I have to say it, we did things so much better when I was in that position. I wanted my job. I looked forward to being paid. I thought I could handle more hours so I could get a car, or be independent. That's not a motivator these days.  Oh well, my choice. I don't have to put myself in those restaurants.

    It's been a bit of a rant. I get that, but from time to time I'm allowed. It is my blog after all. 

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What My Son Has Taught Me.

 Reuben is a big man.  He's not the biggest, he's about 6'1" and he weighs about 230 pounds I suppose. He's tall, handsome, really bright, and intelligent, mind you, and he's simply the most amazing man I've ever had the privilege of knowing. Not that I'm the least bit biased, but if you don't believe anything I say about my son, you can feel free to ask either of his grandmothers, they will certainly agree with me on every point.  

    All that being said, my son can be an asshat. He admits it, he rather embraces it as well.  We'll be walking (anywhere) and my darling boy hates it, won't tolerate it, when someone wants to approach either of us for any reason. He's not where were are to chat, he's not where we are to talk (small talk), to be asked if he needs help, or to be given any assistance whatsoever. If he needed assistance, he would damn well ask for it. Since he hasn't asked for it, it can be rightly assumed that he doesn't need any assistance whatsoever.  This can be seen by spectators or on-lookers as being a bit gruff, to put it mildly; most people see him coming and either stand to the side or dip their heads so as not to give eye contact. One thing my son LOVES to do is to walk straight to where he's going, nearly daring someone to cut him off, and when they come close enough to him he stares directly into their eyes as he pushes past with his face stoic and uninviting. No one has approached us; not once. We get where we're going uninterrupted for the most part.

    I was at the mall today and I was doing two things; one, I was getting my steps in, and two, I was trying to walk through the mall without buying anything or being distracted in any way because I didn't want to buy anything. I was there to get my 10,000+ steps in.  It's over 105 degrees again today, and I just wanted to work my body! I had no intention of buying anything from anyone. At the mall there are about 20 different merchants standing in the middle of the vast halls, calling out to folks to get them to come up to their kiosks to buy something. They sell keychains, phone cases, stuffed animals, cards, makeup, you name it. I didn't want to be bothered so I went into REUBEN MODE!! (it really worked)

    There I am, in the Penn Square Mall in Oklahoma City.  I walked with purpose. I threw my shoulders back, stood as tall as I could and I put my "Don't-even-think-about-looking-in-my-face" eyes on.  I kept my jaw tight, I breathed just so. I had to actively think about my breathing so I wouldn't overdo it, and so I could draw in the right amount for the faster pace I was keeping. I must have passed 300 people, not one of them got in my way. Without exception they began parting to the right and to the left, a couple of them saw me coming and scooted across in front of me a bit to get to the other side before I overtook them. I was really enjoying myself and I thought I should take a minute and text my son to let him know how very grateful I am to be pushing through the crowds with ease on my mission to walk my 5+ miles in the air-conditioned mall!

    The Penn Square Mall holds a bit of history for Reuben and me. It was the mall we came to when he was just a lad, and he put his right hand into some white gooey clay mix in order to make a permanent hand print for the new and innovative play area of the Mall itself. Hundreds of kids did it that weekend.  His handprint was marked with his initials RS, and placed on the wall. They tried to tell us where the hand print would be once they were placed, but I suppose it would be nearly impossible to get them all straight.  We found his handprint though!  Many years later they took the handprints down off the walls and they mentioned it on television and such so parents or even the kids themselves (who were all grown up 25 years later) could come to get their plastered handprints. Reuben's is still on the wall. They kept about 100 of the prints. His is next to Macy's department store. It used to be Foleys. I stop by it when I go, and I think about my Baby Boy being so little. He smiled more than you know, and he didn't mind if people approached.

    Today, my little boy is a military man, a commander of sorts, as well as a businessman, owning his own insurance agency (basically). He works for a company, but on his own, so it's difficult to explain.  He's still in the Armed Forces and has been deployed a few times.  I'm absolutely sure that his walking face has been perfected for years as he leads and trains soldiers to be all that they can be.  To me, he will always be my son, my baby boy, my hero, and my guardian. If he can teach me things I'll pay attention - - as long as I know he loves me, and I do in fact know that.

Photo Credit: Me

Gathering Ways to Hide Evidence (For the Book)

 I feel like I shouldn't just come out and say what I'm doing when I am caught taking photos of crevices at the stores I walk through. I'm over there in the lawn and garden area of my local Home Depot, and I'm taking photos of places that are out of the way, perhaps hidden by a big bulky pallet of bricks or bird feed. In the book one of the characters allows people to hide their (what we will call evidence) wares for a price. The price she charges isn't money. She asks them to provide the feed or the sawdust she needs to feed her livestock or to redress their stalls. If the supplies for these locations in her barn dwindle and their wares are seen where they could be found, well then, so be it. It's then up to the supplier to keep her grain-happy and saw-dust-aplenty! 

    I shouldn't just explain myself when I'm asked by the manager or a curious employee what it is that I'm doing. I should be coy and say I'm an artist or something, and I like to paint the scenes others pass by and never see.  I suppose I could also say something like, "I'm about to dispose of a body I've just found lying about my house. I think it would be more interesting if it were found here."  No, I can't do that. I'm not that mean and I don't want to face criminal charges for being flippant! The truth is, I'm a writer, and I do have a body to dispose of. I haven't exactly worked out the how, when, where, or why of the murder, but that's just murder. I need to find a way (or ways) to keep the legal wolves at bay!

    Today, at Home Depot, I found Lyme, other liquids, and chemicals I could use in a pit or something. I found bird feed, bricks, concrete, sand, and other semi-solids that would be helpful. I could do what they did to the body of Elmer McCurdy, and pour a yard of concrete on top of the body - - maybe level off a sidewalk or a new porch. That would work if the character just purchased a new place and thought he/she needed to spruce it up a bit.  Maybe I'll think of a way to do that in the country, but right now the body in question is just a piece of a body; the majority of it has already been...disposed of, and may I say, it will not be found. (CLUE!)

    There are certain instruments that could be found and connected with the body parts. One would think throwing them into the lochs would be the best way to dispose of them, but perhaps dissembling them first would be better. Then again, if a young boy out fishing were to find just a piece of a saw blade without the handle, it could bring questions. If he were just to find the entire blade with the handle, it may only seem to have been dropped from a boat out on the loch perhaps, nothing to see here folks.  Cleavers are good.  No one suspects a cleaver in a kitchen to be anything except a cleaver in a kitchen. Sawblades without handles in the loch? No, it may be too risky indeed (and in deed). 

    I found grills too.  I found lighter fluid. I found matches. I found shovels and rocks, bricks, and screens that could be used to build an outdoor fire pit. Did they have big grills in the 1930s? I'll need to research how a family would enjoy an outdoor meal (or twelve) were they to find the need (even the necessity) to fire up the charcoals. Can charcoal be used for other uses? I'm told it can whiten your teeth and more importantly, bind toxins or poisons in your gut if you've been slipped something dangerous. Would someone need a medical license to obtain activated charcoal in 1930? Was it even activated at that time? I'll need to read up on that as well. I found bags of the Kingsford brand on my Home Depot shelves. Was it in a hardware store in Chicago, New York, or Edinburgh in 1930? Maybe. 

    I found Master brand padlocks. How long have they been around? Would they have been made solely of brass? I just read that in 1919 an American named Harry Soref invented the padlock from layers of steel in order to secure military belongings and supplies. Before the lock, he created a Master Key, a skeleton-type key, but he wanted a lock that couldn't be picked by his own invention. A thinking man, that one. So, the Master Lock will play a part in my book.  Soref was from Wisconsin, which is not so far from Chicago. Nick may have met Mrs. Soref at a military ball, you just never know. The Navy Pier is there you know, in Chicago! A Master Lock demonstration perhaps? We'll see.

    It's so much fun to build and bring forth the characters in these books. I'm using the Perry Mason style of writing (author Erle Stanley was a master for sure) and I'll make sure to give credit where credit is due. Though a bit on the sarcastic and cheesy side, I love it, and I will use it when I can. Tongue in cheek is not beyond me. I live for the chance to use double meanings, innuendo, and clever wordage. I am NOTHING if not wordsy, and artsy-fartsy while being wordsy.  It must be. It must be because it is in fact being written by me, and that is the only way I know how to present anything - - if you don't like it, you can always donate your copy! (Just as long as you buy one, that's all I care about. Just kidding. I want you to like it, too.)

    What else did I find? I found hand tools. I found hammers, ball, claw, you name it. I found them. I found power tools, but there weren't many if any in 1930, so I'll stick with the basics. I think that's one point I love about these books, they will all be without many modern luxuries, and even the toilets will be crude at times.  Think about it, when you make an outhouse you dig a hole. No one is going to go digging in that hole later, are they? Wouldn't it be a great place to stash a body, or maybe just part of a body? Maybe? Would it be so bad if I filled it up with concrete to seal it later? You know so that no one smells anything? Maybe?

     I found fencing, wood, chain, metal, and wire. I found spools of wire. I found gloves, pliers, clamps, and vices. I found tool boxes, bags, places to store tools, and since there weren't really any scheduled garage pick-ups in those days, (people mainly burned their garage) I found a few garden spades.  Garden spades would be of greater use if they were used to dig small holes in the side of a hill or moor. Small tools can do a lot of damage in the hands of a small tools expert; wouldn't you say?

    I had fun. That's for sure. I ended up going to the mall, to the library, to the grocery store, and to an open farmers market today. One thing I had to do, something that wasn't available in the 1930s for sure; I hit up Target's Back to School sale and picked up 12 composition notebooks for .50 cents each! I LOVE this time of year. I bought index cards, pens, highlighters, and a binder to put my notebooks in. Yeah, I'm old school. I like to write things out first, then write them out using the keyboard. I think working with the pen works my brain - - I know this, when I'm writing quickly I'm thinking quickly. I have to physically slow my hand down in order to think of finer details - - are you like that too? 

Write something.  Find out.

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Book Research (This is so GROSS)

 If you know me, you know I can't go fishing because I can't do blood. I can't put the worm on the hook, I can't see the fish on the hook (caught by the mouth) and I can't possibly cut up a fish, filet it, and/or chop off its head and tail. That is JUST NOT going to happen. Now, that being said, I am perfectly capable of writing about it in full and disgusting detail if I needed to. I just can't actually do it. I can't watch Chicago Med without my fingers of my left hand covering my eyeballs most of the time - - and it's one of my favorite shows.  I can read about gross things, but then I start seeing them, and I can't hardly take it, so I have to go for a walk or pray through it. I can write about it, but then I can't read it back to myself easily - - still, the disposal of the bodies I write about have always been the focus of my murder writings, not necessarily the act(s) themselves. Murder is just that, murder. It's an act, but the lead-up, the cover-up, the disposal, and the trial prep -- those are interesting facts.

    Today, I'm writing the Murder Book! I've been threatening to write it for years now. I've written stories, grotesque and morbid, often way too macabre for my own brain, however, the book is another feat. The book is not just a story, it is a collection of facts, many stories leading up to and surrounding the main story, which is then separated out and told by others in the form of a trial, testimony, expert witnesses, and of course, verdicts.  I'm finally making the words mean more than just notes on cards.  I have in fact decided to dive deeper into the characters first so that I know who I am dealing with. I'm naming them, giving them reasons to survive and thrive. I'm addressing their backstories, finding out why they are connected if they are connected, and exactly how they may be forever forged by the ties that now bind them. Are these ties made of imaginary convictions or are they made of wire or hemp? Someone Had to Die. (The title of the book, Someone Had to Die)

    So, after laying down the sticks and bones of the main characters I'm going through Wikipedia to gather information and intel on a couple of would-be actors in the play was this a play.  Many true-to-life characters will be referenced in the book; one of which is the character, the real-life serial child molester, a killer, and found to be cannibal named Albert Fish.  Fish was the subject of a 2007 released film called The Grey Man, a movie my son was hired to act in (2005) and one I have only seen once after realizing the director cut my son's good scenes! WHAT? How dare he? Oh well, I have the stills from the event. I can say with complete honesty that my son was the best-looking cop on the set, bar none! (Side note, when Reuben was asked to tackle the stunt man who was doubling for the bad guy, he took the order a bit too seriously. My son played football at the time and was one of the state's leading linemen. Just braggin'.)

    I'm reading about Fish and I'm reading about another disgusting piece of shit named Peter Kutren. Kutren was known as the Vampire of Dusseldorf. Oh, the things these men did to people. I can't hardly stomach reading about it. Like I said, I can write about it, make it up, use these events and sickening descriptions to salt and pepper my own stew of tales, but nasty, nasty, nasty! I shake in my boots thinking about it, and I'm only wearing my socks!.  (I have to restate that, I do actually have on other bits of attire as well, I'm not sitting at my keyboard in JUST my socks..no, I'm odd at times, but not that way.) I just don't wear shoes if I don't need to. My preacher goes barefoot most of the time. I like my feet covered. I have the dirtiest socks this side of the Mississippi, but that's another subject to be discussed. I may actually put that in the book, who knows? I find a lot of really interesting and not-so-interesting facts to add to my notes.

    What's happening today is note-taking. The building, the getting to know who and what I'm dealing with. Next, I'll pop notes and tidbits in some sort of order, maybe make a skeleton of the timeline, go from there, and fill in the blanks. After I get the blanks filled in I'll remove and add more fillers and I'll change my mind completely, just because I can, then I'll put it back the way it was because I think it's good, and that's the plan for now.  It's worked pretty well in the past - - but this time I'm publishing!  I'm also testing the waters by leaking quotes and tiny bits of information online to see what sort of responses I get.  I've been emailed by about 4 of the characters so far; people I've cast in a shadow of a glance type modification(s) of a character. All of my good friends will be cast in the book one way or the other. They know this. I'm not asking permission, just letting them know. If they don't want me using their real names I won't (Except for Robin! Robin will be Robin because she is such a good Robin! It's a wonder British name and she fits it.)

    One of my new characters is based on a tiny woman at the pet store. She's given me permission to use her character in the book. She's even allowed me to call her by her first name, and I think I will.  There were plenty of women with the name Katie (Kathryn) back in the 30s and in Chicago.  She's a feisty one!  You have to watch out for the quiet ones you know. Another character is our friend Joakim from Sweden, he's allowed me to use his name as well.  A young adventurous weather student from a foreign country who just happens to follow the extreme weather wherever it leads him. We won't see much of Joakim in the first book, maybe a line or two, but he reappears in the 2nd book as it takes place in and around Norman, Oklahoma - - tornadoes!!  Oh wait, I can't give too much away now, can I?

    OK, gotta get back to the slaying of my brain now.  Wikipedia is a wealth of information about these historical figures, the time period(s), decoration, decorum, places, and settings. I've stumbled across a treasure for sure, but my spirit is turned when I realize that the victims of these killers were truly alive. They were real and human beings with love, fear, feelings, anxiety, emotional distress, and in some cases open torture. I cry just reading about them. When I think about the end, the day we know will eventually come to these barbaric men (and women), I am no more at peace with the innocent lives they took.  I just can't understand true psychosis. I never will understand it.

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Book Prep. (The Time is Now)

 Just because I haven't published all of my books doesn't mean I haven't written them. It would not be out of left field to say I've written more than 100 books; it's just most people don't count journals or diaries as authored books. Let's see, each journal over the past few years has been over 220 pages and I've hand-written all of them. I could, if I wanted to, canon a few, type them up and produce one right after the other so that the official count could be, well, official.  I wonder if I could get even three people to read the contents of those dull and mundane "write" of passage. I doubt it.

    I have published six times I think. I have a couple of books ready to be published, and I have one that is just about ready to be put to the pen in its first fully developed skeleton form.  What I do usually (always) is buy a new composition notebook so that I can write all the thinking thoughts I have while I'm thinking about the stories that will be told in the book. There has to be a beginning, a middle, and an end, but because I believe the end should be known, I find myself working backward, but not in reverse chronological order by any means. I jump all over the place when I write. I think this thought, scratch it, come up with three new thoughts, and scrap those. I read and watch old shows to get ideas. I write more, scrap more, think more, and finally come up with the best idea there is; to ask the dog!

    I've been asking my dog(s) life questions and boundary questions for years. Rover was certainly the king of knowledge, by the time I was three he was two and we were inseparable.  He may have carried my sister's middle name, but he was MY dog! I don't think there will be much of a fuss about it when we all see Jesus. Nope, that dog, unless he is stuck in my grandfather's arms, will run straight to me! I know he will. If I have to take my gramps out by the knees to make that happen, well, there you go! LOL...you'd have to know...gramps only had one knee! 

    Tomorrow it is! Not only is it my baby girl's 32nd birthday, but it is also the day I decide to write down the names of all or most of the characters in the murder book. I'll also dial up a few interesting facts about each of them, and I'll try to start them out on their own to see if they leap off the pages and create the story on their own or if I'll have to still push and nudge a little. Tinny cheesy music may help a bit, the book does take place in the mid-20th century before Spotify, the internet, and even phones really. Most people didn't have them, only the police and other important people. Niki's character will no doubt need a phone. She's exotic. She'll have whatever she needs. Jeannie's character, on the other hand, will talk big about having her own phone and make a fuss about such extras, but hers is a more modest true-to-the-times story to tell. Her passage on the ship was not necessarily an accident, but she didn't have to pay her own way. She was a class A bargainer! A networker before networking was really all that big of a deal.

    It's happening!! I bought a few books from Amazon tonight to go through and get a nice little foundation of interesting facts and provoking thoughts going. An obscure author named Richard Miles wrote a couple of books in the 50s that may be of some interest.  He was an actor in Perry Mason before turning to the typewriter. He also became a teacher, and in one of his books, he murdered several faculty members of the school! I wrote a blog about doing something similar in 2021, and it cost me my job at the middle school where I was teaching! Some people don't have any sense of humor! Now, the Miles books will feed my brain - - and your interest indirectly, I suppose.

    This book introduces Nick Posh, the rough-cut detective with dual citizenship from both America and Great Britain.  His intentions to remain in America as much as he possibly can have been interrupted by a wee inconvenience involving the murder of a colleague several years ago. The wee inconvenience occurred when the body (or part of it) was found.  Something obviously didn't go as planned, and the truth was about to be shared before the courts. Just his luck, Nick's that is, that upon returning to the scene another inconvenience occurs; the only witness to the possible disposal of the body was unceremoniously murdered by his wife, a woman whose family more than wanted to never see Posh's face again.  Couldn't she have waited another week before sending the singer to his last curtain call?

    I can't wait!!  I'll probably not sleep well either. I'll be thinking of decorations from the 1930s in both Chicago and New York. I'll have to find books on Edinburgh from that time period, and do a bit of research to see when the libraries were open, what streets they were on, and so forth. It's not going to be a book full of too many fluffy details, but I don't want to make the mistake of inputting a 1970s wall hanging in a 1930s period book - - geez, that would embarrass me. Or would it? I could add a bit of Tesla teasing at that point and have little Barron Trump make an appearance, again, you have to know to know.

FUN TIMES!!

Photo Credit: ME.  This is my son Reuben from a movie shot in Guthrie, OK in 2005. It was a 1930's period film (NYC).  He was a rookie cop! In reality, he was just out of high school.  So handsome.

Food Frequencies (Who Knew?)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a medical doctor. These and all of my blogs pertain to me and are my opinion.

 Earlier I wrote about the human body and how we all vibrate at various frequencies. I am no more reminded of this than when I go to the grocery store and I am absolutely forced to notice the different types of people who are either trying to be in my way or they just sort of seem to get in my way. What does that tell you about me? I'm the person you may see either dodging you, or trying to lope around you with or without my basket, so I can get to the foods I need to get to. I do not and I will not wait on someone who can't make up their mind about what it is that they want. I've never been a patient person when it comes to dealing with the personalities of grocery shoppers or people in general if they just stand in the middle of the shopping aisles and stare blankly at the ceiling; it's worse when they are chatting with friends! Does that make me a bitch? It could; I don't know.

    It could very well be that I'm running on a different frequency than others and my go button has been activated while they are lumbering around in their slower movements. I'm not talking about people who are disabled; don't try to say I am. I am talking about able-bodied people who just get in your way at the store. Every time you turn around there they are. You avoid them, I avoid them, but you turn a corner and it seems they just reappear out of thin air, and inevitably that get in the way! It never ceases to amaze me how this happens. My daughter calls them NPC (Non-Playable Characters) I have to laugh a little when she does this. We just called them bumps on the log!  You just want to push them out of your way and scream, "MOVE IT PEOPLE!" but you never do because that would be highly rude - - if you're like me, you just make a slight huffing noise, and steer clear of them once again!

    Well, I found out that it could very well be the food I'm eating that causes me to be so prepared to move. I am being literally energized and ramped up with higher frequency vibrations when I eat well. Sluggish foods make you feel sluggish, while open oxygen foods, vibrantly colored foods, and great essential oils such as peppermint, speariment, and clove can get you charged! Rose oil in your water or carrier oils such as coconut oil when rubbed into your skin will soak in and charge you with freshness and energy...and you smell great the entire time! Who knew? God knew.  An avocado vibrates faster than ramen noodles, just sayin'.  It's true. You load up on fresh fruits, vegetables, nuts, and lemon water and you're set to go, friend!  Many of these types of foods, and you knew this, will boost your metabolism so you want to move; comfort foods don't really do that.  Comfort foods tend to slow you down, which is why we go to them when we're upset. 

    CHOCOLATE is one of the comfort foods that is both high in vibrational frequency and it has great healing properties. If you must grab comfort food in the future think about that, and grab the darkest blend you can find or stand. I personally, don't like anything over 70% Cacao. I can, however, eat a great deal of under 70% chocolate in as many forms as it comes in, this is a fact. I'm not above pouring it into chocolate milk and eating a piece of chocolate cake with my double chocolate milk - - just before dying of cacao overload and thinking maybe I shouldn't have done that. 

    Today, I made a really healthy and energized smoothie, and like a dummy, I added two drops of spearmint to a 16 oz tumbler. I should have only added ONE drop, but I wasn't sure if I saw it drop or not. It dropped! WOW...I wasn't quite sure what to do at that point other than to drink the damn thing. My breath is amazing! Let me just state that fact. I have to get a better dropper. You can add lemongrass, peppermint, clove, spearmint, oregano, rosemary, thyme, and all sorts of essential oils if you want. Most have characteristic healing powers for your immune system. Some will help with anxiety, stress, inflammation, and even some assistance with constipation! I add psyllium husk to a smoothie if that's the issue. JUST 1/2 teaspoon folks, you don't want to overdo that one. READ THE LABELS. DO NOT INGEST an essential oil that is not to be ingested. Check with your doctor or at least a health food advocate online. Oils such as tree oils should not be ingested.

    You can buy or print out from the internet, a frequency chart so you'll know which foods are great for you, but I bet you already know most of them. If it's green it's usually good for you, but the leaves are better than the solids. Fruits are awesome, some more than others. Mushrooms are amazing!! Get some.  Think about what is going into your body and how it will affect you. Meats are good for you, but they don't vibrate at all. They are dead. Raw foods are better than cooked foods.  Obviously processed foods are out the door when it comes to frequency count, but you can get some help with adding live or raw veggies (salad) with your meats and lower frequency foods like bread.  

    NOW...for the big big secret that everyone has been waiting for. What makes the difference in your spirit and your mind as far as these frequencies are concerned? Well, when you are vibration at a higher frequency you are more positive. Think of the two ends of a battery.  If you're negative your frequency is so much lower. You're dead around 25 Hz and we run between 62-72 when we're healthy.  Just eating better makes you think better. Fact.  Cancer can cause us to run around 58 or less, and this is one very good indicator to a doctor who checks your vitals when you are sick and go in to be examined. They may or may not share with you what your Hz count is, and you may need to ask.  You really can help yourself out of disease and illness if you catch it early enough and listen to your care provider about your diet. What goes into you is what you are using to sustain you. It only makes sense to put in the good stuff and to lay off the bad stuff.

    Does that mean we don't ever get to cheat? No! Of course not!! Enjoy yourself, but be aware of the amount of lower-frequency foods you're adding, and when you start to feel a bit sluggish or lethargic, get up, move around, eat a piece of fruit, put a dash of spice into your dinner, and flush it all with water, not carbonated sugared drinks. I'm not being mean when I say alcohol can kill you - - my grandpa used to say, "If you're ill it will heal ya, but if you're well it will kill ya!"  He grew his own garden folks, and he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day! He never drank though. I bet he could have added another 10-15 years on that 91-year-old body of his.  He went to see Jesus later in his life than most did. Gramma made it to 99.  I don't remember seeing either of them eating a Little Debbie's snack cake; just for the record.  I never knew you could buy a plum at the store. I just knew they came off the trees in my grandparent's garden.  I've been a bit higher frequency for a while!

Thank you, Jesus.

    

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Frequency and Attraction (Not the Law of Attraction)

 Years ago, when the book "The Secret" came out, and everyone (including myself) was in awe of all the things that seemed too real to be true, we (collectively) fell for all the bright and shiny words coming out of the mouths of these so-called professionals. Were you one of them? Were you like me? Did you start thinking all you had to do in order to bring more goodness, wealth, and health to your life was to think it? I think we all found out really fast that the load of crap they were pushing was great as far as they were concerned. Millions of people were duped into buying their books and going to their movies. Millions of dollars and other currencies were spent and shared with those producers and authors; but how much actual goodness, wealth, and health materialized for the buyers?  I suppose that's a question to be answered on an individual basis. 

    There may not be anything to the SECRET of thinking something and having it materialize, but there is a lot to be said about the holding of positive thinking and the letting loose of anything and all things negative.  There are many scriptures that back up the facts, not theory, of thinking positively and bringing to ourselves goodness from God.  All things good do come from God, and all things bad do come from Satan. It's not a question of whether or not this fact is true; it simply is.  That's not to suggest in any way that if something bad happens to us that we must have sin in our lives, or that we're somehow bowing to Satan and asking for his assistance in a matter. Nope, but we do live in a fallen sinful world and there will be bad things around us at all times. It is, therefore, imperative that we continue to think of and worship Christ.

    I have been reading lately about other types of frequency and attraction, and in doing so I am opening up a more intellectual awakening in my mind and body through the education of learning about the various levels of frequencies in food! Who knew? I certainly didn't realize that food has a frequency level or count. It makes more sense than ever when you begin to study it and you find out that green leafy vegetables actually have a much higher frequency than refined sugar, caffeine, or pasta wheat.  It just makes sense to realize that good and healthy foods such as carrots, beans, and nuts will have a higher and more effective frequency than cotton candy, Dr. Pepper, or artificially flavored cake donuts!  Did you know, and I know I didn't know, that one of the HIGHEST levels or frequency counts can be found in dandelion stems? WHAT? We throw them out as weeds! Seriously, they probably have the cure for so many things but we just cut them down and remove them thinking they're a menace to our lawns! Could we be this stupid? (No need to answer that one.)

    Another thought hit me between the eyes regarding frequencies and it makes again, so much sense.  We as people vibrate somewhere between 62-68 Hz on average, (not discussing Chakra, that's of the Devil to confuse people) but we have an almost unique frequency frame or structure. Each of us literally has a different color or vibration that maybe no one else has, or maybe they do.  What if, and there's no direct evidence for this that I know of, we were attracted to those people who have extremely similar frequencies to our own? What if we find ourselves following those people, thinking about them, hoping for them, seeing ourselves in them, and maybe we start praying for them or wishing they would seek God's light so they too can be closer in unison because we feel somewhat pulled away from God when we realize that they (the person like us) is being pulled away from God?  Maybe it's vibrational. Maybe it's impossible to stop the connection on a very very molecular level, one so minute and intimate that we couldn't explain it unless we were rocket scientists!

    Can our frequencies change? Yes, our bodies can, and our minds can, but not the soul. It is not possible for the soul to change after it has been sealed with the Holy Spirit.  Before it has been sealed it must change in order to accept Christ, but once it has been sealed, it is sealed and is no longer subject to being taken back by Satan or given away by the person him or herself.  It belongs to Jesus, and what the Father has given to Jesus through His own sacrifice, cannot be reversed, changed, altered, or taken. John 10:29 confirms that one, “My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand.”  NO MAN, including the man or woman who is the saved person. They can't decide to leave the fellowship and sin constantly and then find themselves in Hell should they die. No, they will have sorely disappointed the Father and Jesus, but they are saved eternally. They will NOT be blessed, and they will fall into folly. They will reap the consequences of their sin, and they will destroy their work and their reputation perhaps, but they are sealed by an unbreakable oath.

    Knowing that I can literally benefit my body now using higher frequency foods, I will begin doing that more often. I mean, I eat really well now, but I am still showing myself little favor when I drink my coffee with all that caffeine. That just means I will have to counter that with more nuts and green leafy spinach!! (Giggles) I will and I am trying to be as good to myself as I can be. We're not on this Earth forever, we will be in Heaven forever if we are saved.  If I can make this life more pleasurable and healthy I'll do it. If I can find those to who I am attracted through the same vibrations and frequencies through Christ, I will. I think we need to help our soul and mind as often or as well as we treat our bodies.  It just makes sense to do so. There are some people I see, hear, listen to, and find zero attraction to either physically or otherwise. Then there are those I am unable to break away from mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  I may not be close to them physically, but my soul reaches for their company to worship with them. I can't explain it.

    I can listen to Praise music from every band imaginable, but only a few grab my heart and my soul. Only a few have spoken deeply to me as if to say "Yes, we are the same".  When that happens I know I have found a bond that I didn't create. I  know I have found a vibration that not only works, but it is true.  I can't and I won't explain it, I'm not a scientist by any means, but what I am is certain that all things were created by the same God, the same Jesus, who literally took my sin to His grave, and it was buried. When He arose on the 3rd day, my sin stayed right there in that tomb.  I could say,  "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. Because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future, life is worth the living just because He lives." That's the better way of explaining it anyway. 

    

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Rescinded. (Not Cool)

 A friend showed me today something that I knew, but maybe I wasn't really willing to look hard enough to make it stick in my head.  She showed me a map of the United States as it pertains to educational levels and ranking. Guess where the State of Oklahoma fares on that map?  We are dead last at #50!  We are the WORST state as far as implementing our educational instruction to students. I know why, I absolutely know why, but we're not allowed to say it. We're not allowed to voice our opinion or show vital evidence as to why it is that kids in Oklahoma (and most all of our states) can't and won't receive a good education.  We can't say it because it's considered racist. We can't say it because it would mean admitting our folly.  We can't say it because the higher-ups will only poo-poo us, fire us for saying so, and nothing will be achieved. NOPE...just let the kids stay ignorant, that's their plan, it would seem.

    Yesterday, I had the privilege of running into a student I had taught at an inner urban district. I hadn't seen the kid in three years. I hardly recognized him, he had grown so tall. He recognized me immediately and gave me a hug. "Dr. Stringfellow!" he said, "I thought I would never see you again, someone said you moved to Scotland!"  He's not wrong, I almost moved to Scotland a few times between 2018 and now.  He and I talked for about thirty minutes really, and he had things to say about his education. He thanked me for being a hard-ass teacher. He claimed out of the several teachers he had in high school, I was the ONLY one who demanded that he get his work turned in and that it be complete.  He said without me encouraging him to read he would not have, and now he reads about a book every two weeks just for fun.

    After he left the school in 2018 he decided to not return to classroom study, but to take the rest of his courses online. The Pandemic helped with that decision of course, but by that time he was already involved with learning through online coursework.  He graduated in 2021 and has been going to college recently, and again, he chose to do it online for the cost and convenience.   When I told the kid that I had just accepted a position with a federally run program up north of our city, he knew exactly where I would be teaching. He laughed and said "Yeah, with my attitude and everything, if I had not chosen to finish online my parents were going to make me go there! It would have been funny to have you as my teacher again! I would love that."  He was a typical kid with angst, no worse, no better than most, but he was smart. I liked that one. He had potential.

    The thing is, I don't have that job up north now. Today, the HR department decided that since the State hadn't gotten around to giving me my updated license to teach, they would offer the job to someone who had the license in hand. WHAT? Are they nuts? Just because it hasn't been processed doesn't mean it's not binding, legal, and authentic.  They didn't want to "take the chance" of being audited by the same state or even the Department of Labor and they claimed if they were I would have to have a copy of the license framed and posted. I have a COPY of it, but the state is 8-12 weeks behind in processing, and they can't give me the original. That is NO REASON to rescind an offer? Not when I've already turned other offers down, and I've paid for the renewal of the license on their word that I had the job. I am FURIOUS with these people.

    I guarantee you they are going to offer the position to someone who doesn't care and won't care, and won't find ways to encourage the students to do their work. They'll pick an introvert who can't find their ass from a paperweight, one who won't get off their bum and walk around the room to help the students. How do I know this? Because 90% of our teaching staff is like that in our state. We have so many couch coaches and so many don't-bother-me-I'm-on-my-phone teachers, that the kids are forced to find answers on their own phones, and most of the time they give up after a minute and go back to playing games or looking at things they shouldn't be engaged in looking at in the first place. This state has REAL PROBLEMS and they won't let us say anything or do anything to fix it.

    What could we do? Well, to begin with, only allow students into an English-speaking and taught classroom who have the ability to speak, read, and write in English. If they can't, they need to have other facilities for them to learn so they can participate rather than pulling the scores down collectively for the entire school, district, state, region, and even at the national level. Did I say that out loud? I did. The next thing(s) they could do is limit the classroom sizes to 20 maximum, and level those students out to have the more progressive students in one class, while the others are categorized into classes with students who are at the same level so that the teacher isn't trying to teach 11 levels in one classroom! It's impossible! Don't give a damn about people thinking a child is singled out. If they can't meet the cut, they go to another classroom where they can!  

    They could also enforce discipline and consequences for poor behavior and poor performance, you know like we had when we were growing up? When Oklahoma wasn't number 50 out of 50 in educational rank.  Discipline and accountability for performance is what is utilized in Japan, China, Russia, Israel, Germany, and many other countries that produce great scientists, writers, and mathematicians. It's crazy to me that they even allow the Arts or sports to any child who can't read or write at the school grade level he or she is enrolled into. Why would we want students to yes, WASTE THEIR TIME, on Arts and/or sports if they can't first read, write, and do simple or basic Math?  Arts are GREAT and should be taught but not to those who can't muster enough common knowledge to even survive in the big bad ugly world. If they can achieve at their stated school grade levels, by all means, introduce them to the Arts. They can only become better by doing so.

    Who am I?  I only have a Ph.D. in Leadership of Higher Education. I may as well be spitting in the wind before thinking the people in the position will do something will do anything whatsoever. We have one-third of the teachers this year waiting for the State to do their job. One whole third of the teachers in the WORST educational state, just waiting to be given their certificates so they can teach. One-third will not be hired or allowed into the rooms until they have their certificates. We can't force the State to push them. We can't do anything but wait, but you would THINK that those in a position to do something would REALIZE that we are still certified. We just don't have the PAPER in our HANDS. We have the education in our hearts and our minds and the experience(s) on our resumes.  Torpedoes be damned! I'm so sick and tired of the chaos and the moronic mindset that those with positions have, while those of us with the willingness to make a difference are told to sit this one out.

    Let me tell you about another student I ran into last week. She was in another class, another year from the kid I saw at the mall, but she was nevertheless my student.  She didn't and wouldn't speak English. She refused. She faked or cheated her way through classes. I stopped her in my class. She was expelled from my class after I proved more than 10 times (ten) that she was cheating. It took 10 times before they decided to move her to another class, where she cheated of course, but she was not called out for it.  Where did I see her? She was waiting tables at the restaurant I was eating at. I left her a tip of course, and in her native tongue, she thanked me.  She used broken English to tell me she has five children now. She has no husband and this is her own means of employment. I was kind, but I was firm. I told her to go back to school and learn a skill.  She told me TO MY FACE, that she would but she doesn't speak English well enough to go to college because college professors can insist on students speaking English. (Yes, we can)

    I'm not being mean. I'm not being nasty. I want a good education for everyone, literally EVERYONE to be given the best education, but that will not happen if we don't do something about it right now! We have to get off our own stupid asses and fix this before it turns in the bottle and all we have left is the damn dead worm! Will I be heard? No.  Why won't I be heard? Because there's still money being given to school districts who crank out what they can without checking to see if they have the ability to even know how to spell Oklahoma!

    

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Naming the Characters in the Murder Book

 This part can be tricky.  You don't want to just come out and say the name of the person or persons on who you base (some of) your characters, you want to allude to them rather than state it. For instance, I wouldn't call the dead guy Steve. Steve is just so...used. It's not a name that would stand out, but then again, the guy taking his last step over the edge of the cliff at the start of the book isn't really known. He's in fact rather bland. He's made mistakes, he's lied, but he's not quite popular enough to be any more than just a corpse, so maybe I will call him Steve. Is Steve a Scottish name? The man is a life-long Edinburgh citizen, born just before the 20th century. I may even allow him the courtesy of having been born in a hospital. Maybe he'll be less exotic than some, but not as blase as "Steve".  We know his wife, the "Plain Jane" isn't really called Jane. She'll be given a suitable boring name for her suitably boring existence. She did murder a man, so there's that, but she's otherwise as entertaining as mud. 

    Niki, my friend Niki, is in the book, as are my friends Jeannie and Robin. They will have to be given great names. Niki is Greek. We say she's "Greekian", so she'll be given a Greek name suitable and worthy of a more mature woman who runs a tavern and digs up dirt to share with the locals.  Vibrant and mysterious, a Greek goddess to some, at least one, (oh my, a clue) she will be honored with both a good name and a good position.  Jeannie is an American, she's exciting, she's fun, she travels, and she is the life of the party on the ship that leaves New York harbor for Glasgow.  She may even find the murder weapon that Nick is accused of using; one he may have tried to hide before returning to the shores of the mob-ridden city where he did or didn't do what others say took place.  Robin will probably be named Robin. It's a good solid British name.  Robin is both an American and a citizen of the UK, she is married to a handsome horseman, and together they ride, rescue, and rehabilitate old racing horses. How exactly does that fit into the murder? You'll just have to read more to find out, won't you?

    Most of the names of the characters are already known to me. I am not going to put too much of an effort into the names of the peripheral people who either show up and make arrests, hold court, or are witnesses in the case(s).  I will try to keep their faces straight so that if there is a movie made, no one will look too much like the other guy. There won't be a Tommy Lee Jones type because Nick Posh is rather hard, rather smug, and rather tainted. He's not as handsome as other men, but his body language drives women to dream of him, and a few to approach him. Niki may have a thing with Nick; that could be fun. I think he does play guitar, so there's that. Remember the guitar was left behind when soon-to-be-not-named-Steve took a header over the cliff.  He may not be the brightest bulb out there, but he set the thing down to relieve himself.  She survived.

    After the names will be the actions. I'm developing more every day and changing what I initially thought should happen.  I've got to come up with the name and characteristics of the man Nick is accused of killing. I have to tie him into the mix and create a creative way of disposing of his body. I think Dunbar had an expensive hotel on its shores at that time. I'll check to see if there was a back entrance to the kitchen. I'd not want the guests to feast on him necessarily, but it would make good conversation at trial; the faces of the witnesses could be priceless.  There will be no hiding or challenges with "Steve". He simply hits the ground thudding, tumbles, and breaks painfully.  The book isn't about him, but he'll be remembered, not only for the way he ended but for the exposure of his sins during his wife's trial prep. I have already decided she may never make the docket - - did I mention she had family in Glasgow? 

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Character Flaws (We've all got them)

 As I'm building my novel, the one I call the "Murder Book", I have to be honest and say that I'm not completely sure I want to make some of the characters as cliche as they may already be developing.  I mean, I have a "Plain Jane" type woman whom I haven't named yet. She's Scottish, possibly from up around Aberdeen, I think I want her to have a Doric accent.  She's taller, thinner, and somewhat strong physically, as she's the one who pushes her bi-sexual husband over the edge of Arthur's Seat.  She'd have to have some sort of backstory to explain her abilities to do it. Maybe she works on the wharf. Maybe she's in healthcare and handles some of the larger more dense patients when others can't.  Maybe, just maybe, she's boring to look at, boring to speak to, boring to hang with, and her husband found as many excuses as he could to be away from home. Maybe.  I haven't decided.

    The year is 1931, and the story's locations span the globe from Chicago to Edinburgh, but there will be at least a layover in New York City's harbor area. The characters travel by ship rather than aeroplane; there has to be some romantic encounter at sea. I don't believe the wife would or could handle a torrid sexual affair, but the man could - - Nah, it will probably end up being my detective Nick Posh who has the love scene(s).  Nick is full, chock full, of character flaws, believe me. He himself is suspected of murder in a town just east of Edinburgh called Dunbar. Dunbar is a coastal city really, with plenty of great hubs and piers to hide a body if one needed to. Remember, it's not the act of murder, but the disposal of the body that really matters. Nick is a pro. He both tends to business and he knows his business. His return to Scotland wasn't accidental, discovering the body of the singer-songwriter was in fact, accidental.  

    The murder was just that, a murder. It really isn't the focus of the book. I still haven't decided if I'll keep the singer dead or have him found by Nick's terrier-dog "Hyde" (for Hyde Park) maybe three days after the fall. Maybe Hyde pisses on the man's face and we see him twitch? I may just leave him dead. He's not a good guy. He's not a truthful guy anyway. He lied to his wife, their families, the church, the parishioners, and the folks who tuned into their radios to hear him singing live at various times throughout the years.  Most Christians would have little to do with the man in 1931.  Should I throw in a bit of repentance? Maybe some tolerance? Should he be forgiven or given another chance? How many character flaws can one recovering addict have?

    The murder isn't the focus of the book. It's hardly a part of the book at all. It's like the first three minutes of a good cop show where the real or meaningful characters gather for the intel to be shown and seen; the real story is how Nick can find a way to escape returning to the scene of a previous murder and solve the one he found without being caught; without being another tight white curl on the Lord Justice's powdered wig! Nick's ability to weave in and out of trouble is amazing. For years he's avoided being connected to the gangster life of Glasgow by hiding in and/or around Edinburgh. When the mood hits him, or the timing is right, he books an overseas board on whatever ship is sailing at whatever hour is best to make his exit. Can there be a bribe offered for the Lord Justice this time?  We'll have to see.

    One thing is for sure, the singer-songwriter has run out of hymns and prayers with me. His best bet now is to cry to God before he gives up that last breath of his. The pen is not the sword they say, no sir, it is far more brutal and carries with it deeper cuts than any blade.  You may have pissed off your Plain Jane and received your rightful judgment; it was my pleasure as the author to see to it that the docket never carries her name within its bounds. Perhaps meaningless is just that, meaningless. Of no consequence whatsoever.  We'll have to see.

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