Where Am I?

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Just for fun . . . where am I? I’m not in Boise anymore. To the first person who can tell me where I am, I’ll send an autographed copy of ALL THE RIGHT ANGLES.

Good luck!

The shoes were made for walking . . . and walkin’s what they’ll do . . .

So I walk two miles a day on our treadmill, Monday to Friday. I lift some weights, and do sit ups, too. We have an exercise room and sauna (of which I haven’t quite figured out how to use, but I should come winter when I’m cold.) I just bought my third pair of Asic tennis shoes. These are the gel Kayano’s. I wore the other two pairs out. One pair from doing yard work. I don’t really wear tennis shoes other than when I’m exercising or working in my planters.

To make the time pass, my hubby mounted a wall TV with a DVD player in it for me. My recent viewings have been:

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The Tudors. I can’t rave enough about this series. I’m counting the days until December 30 when Season 2 is released. This series was good for about a 6 pound weight loss. I was enamored by the costumes, the dialogue, the story–even though we all know about Henry and his wives. The casting is excellent and I couldn’t wait to get out on the treadmill to see what was going to happen next.

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The Thorn Birds. An oldy but goody. I watched this years ago on TV. Watching it now, as an adult . . . I couldn’t help almost thinking there was an icky feel to it. Father Ralph almost bordered on pervy when Meggie was a child. I may have only lost 1-2 pounds watching this mini-series.

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Lost. Everyone has raved about this show to me so I decided to give it a try. The first five minutes hooked me. I may have only lost about 1 pound since starting this bad boy, but so far, so good. I’m on episode four. I’m wondering what’s in the forest. I’m guessing like a morphed dinosaur or something.

DVDs I stared, but failed to get into. James Michner’s Centennial. Another oldie that I remember loving on network TV. It felt too dated to me this time around. The Girls Next Door on my daughters’ big thumbs up. Two episodes and I felt like I was on a saccharin overdose. Honestly, those young girls can’t possibly think the Hef is such a stud.

Those of you who regularly follow my blog, will recall me trying to fit into that fabulous gold dress. I’m close(r), but no cigar. The cut of that Kay Unger is a bit teeny in the boobage area. I’m still trying. To date – 12 pounds lost. And watching “Lost” should motivate me to lose more. There’s like a bazillion episodes for me to watch that I still have to go through.

After Lost, I’m not sure what I’ll watch. Any suggestions? I heard House was pretty good.

Long Live Rock and Roll!

One year for Mother’s Day, I anxiously opened the wrapped gift from my then 15 and 17 year old daughters, to discover the latest Ozzy Osbourne CD. Most mothers might have been disappointed, but I was happy to have the Oz-man for my Passat’s CD player to drive in the fast lane to

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I’m a rocker at heart. Growing up in L.A., I went to the Inglewood Forum and saw some amazing acts. Back then, it was Led Zepplin all the way. And listening to tunes on the radio, it was KLOS, the one and only, bad boy heavy rock station. In Boise, we have a variety of radi

o stations. My current vice is 96.9 The Eagle, FM. It’s Bob and Tom in the morning, two guys who make me laugh out loud. When they’re done, it’s all rock and roll–from “my day.” The other day, the rumbling beat of a base guitar and keyboard solo began the intro to a song. You know it if you’re my age. That fingertip tapping rhythm, and that infectuous desire to start singing the first line as soon as it’s belted out . . . “It’s been such a long time, think I must be goin’. Time doesn’t wait for me, it just keeps on rollin’.” Yeah, that’s the one. Boston.

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I have this original vinyl in my collection with all the original Aerosmith, Kansas, Styx, Emerson-Lake-and-Palmer, Foreigner, and all the other greats from the ’70s and ’80s. They just don’t make ‘em like that anymore. These were groups whose music stands up today. Their tunes are still played on the radio. It’s classic rock and roll, baby.

My 12 year old step-daughter and I were driving somewhere the other day, and she plugged in her iPod in to my car system and was singing to stuff. I didn’t know a single artist on her play list. I was like–who is that? She was into Ne-Yo, Chris Brown, Rihanna, Lil Wayne, Katy Perry. I dare any one of these artists to be around in forty years so Kieryn can sing to their tunes when she’s driving her kids to the mall. Ain’t happening, ya’ll. These guys just don’t have the rock ‘n roll in them.

Since I plan on living until I’m 100, I’ll be around to check this out for myself and see if she’s still singing to that rap beat.

Peace out. (Okay, so I do get into Usher. He’s about the only dude I like who’s doing the hip-hop stuff.)

An Open Letter To The Incarcerated Men . . . You Know Who You Are

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Guys . . . I know you all have a story to tell, and I’m sorry for your misfortunes. It’s never your fault, and I sympathize, but honestly . . . I don’t have time to be anyone’s pen-pal. I don’t know why it is, but I’m getting a lot of fan-letters these days from men who are serving time. No, I can’t come visit you, even if you send me the application form in advance. No, I don’t ship any personal items of my clothing through the U.S. mail (or overnight)–you know which unmentionables you ask for. No, I won’t send you my photograph, not even without the autograph. And, yes, I’m aware my photo is in the back of the book, but that’s going to have to hold you over. Yes, I really look like my picture, but I gain and lose weight, so on any day, it might be a bad time of the year and I’m in my fat jeans. Yes, I am tall, so I am most likely taller than you. No, I won’t be able to contact someone for you. Yes, I am very happily married and I’m not looking to hook up with anyone else.

I appreciate all the kind words about my writing and my books, and I’m happy they help the days pass for you. In a different time, you’d be able to read them on a beach instead of where you are, so I hope that one day, you can enjoy the freedoms this country allows. God bless, and take care.

Stef Ann Holm