May 6, 2024

Willis loves Wise Up Workbooks!

Hi. I’m Coopers friend Willis. He said I could write for him today because he is helping his dad build a deck. I wanted to tell everyone at Southern Smarts about a really neat book that can help you take extra good care of your pets. I thought about it when I ran out the door the other night, and my mom had to come find me. She was yelling something about “If someone finds you, they will bring you back… Blah,blah,blah..”  I knew she would bring me home because she loves me and takes very good care of me and my brother. . But it made me think.. What can someone do if they need to tell someone all the special things you have to do to take good care of mans best friends?  Well, We found this great new pet organizing workbook called Wise Up! . They help you, your pet sitter, your family, and everyone who can help you with your pet, understand all your pets needs. Even in the worst situations… Floods, fires, etc…. They thought of everything. Even the scary stuff.  They have pet workbooks for cats, dogs, birds, and even reptiles!

As a bonus these workbooks were written by a very caring pet owner and her sister. They love their families, and they love their pets, and I love them! Thank you Penny, and Morgan, for helping to take such good care of us!

As for me, I had to share, but now I think my mom might have put on her tennis shoes. And you know what that means!  A Walk!   Thanks for checking out Wise-up! Workbooks! Cooper will be back soon!

 

For more information on Wise Up! Workbooks check out their site!  www.wiseupworkbooks.com

 Willis.

Contributing  Canine Writer

SouthernSmarts.com

 

Seeing the Calm in the Storms

 When one door closes, yeah yeah, I hear ya, another one opens. Some times it may take a while but it will open. What’s the definition of awhile? I don’t know for you, but for me, a few months. You may be tugging on the knob and nothing’s happening but hang in there, it might just mean you’re at the wrong door.
The last door that closed for me was on June 28th of this year. I stepped away from the optical industry that I have known and breathed since 1992. My role as a Licensed Optician in today’s medical world had started to alter my personality and not in a way that I was happy about. I’ve always kept a couple of extra passions in my back pocket, so by July 4th, I had 60 items up for auction on eBay and some cleaning gigs lined up.
For the past few months, the 14 months that I spent in New Orleans volunteering for Hurricane Katrina has been frequently popping up in my mind. Thoughts of how some of the survivors I met were doing and hoping they were still cheering on their great city.
I wonder what happened to the elderly man who lost everything he owned, except for the lawn chair he was sitting in, when I handed him a free home-cooked hot meal. I have told a few of my closest friends that I have not had that day-to-day feeling like you’re really making a difference in the lives of the less fortunate as I felt back then. It’s not that I wish a hurricane on anyone, I just dig life-changing stuff.
In May of this year I visited New Orleans with a dear friend of mine and we played tourists. We kept a non-stop agenda for the few days we were there. The Jazz Festival was amazing and I hung out in the Gospel Tent most of the day. As I people watched, I was reminded that the locals really have a genuine love for their city and what it has to offer. Great music, incredible food, bone chilling music and a laid back swag that you can’t find anywhere else.
To make a full recovery from the devastation that Katrina landed on New Orleans will never happen. You wouldn’t have recognized that though if you had witnessed the determination I saw in those people after the storm. I wish I would have kept a journal during those 14 months I was there, I guess I did but just not on paper. I didn’t know from day-to-day what I would do or who I might meet. Each night I went to bed though, I knew I helped someone, even if only to get a grin or giggle from my jokes about Katrina being a home wrecker that levied assets.
Humor is a wonderful thing to be blessed with. If all else fails, just make yourself laugh. You should practice laughing every single day. No excuses. Fake it til you belly ache it.
For the past two months, the ad that I placed on Craigslist, which was similar to the one I used for Katrina work, has found me several safe, life-changing, organizing gigs. Of course, I couldn’t have done all of the work without the help of my best gig friend, Susan. We are polar opposites but challenge us to do a home project and we are on it. After years of experience in our own different ways, Susan said we should call ourselves, Girls Gone Organized and so it is.
Susan, who has been in the optical industry Monday through Friday for 33 years, is a good sport to play optical on some weekends. She and I helped set up the Dream Center Clinic’s charitable vision program in 2009. Twice a month we would climb aboard a big, orange RV that was remodeled into a mobile eye care clinic. Free eye exams and eyeglasses were provided to the medically underserved residents of North Charleston. Patients would camp out, meaning they would arrive at 5:00 am, since it was first come, first served. Susan and I felt like we were being chased by the paparazzi when we pulled in the parking lot around 10:00 am, which was the time the clinic opened.
Donations began to pour in and the vision clinic has been able to serve thousand of eye care patients. Once again, I experienced those great life-changing feelings of helping others. In the past year, I have not been an active volunteer for the vision clinic. It’s a door that’s partially closed for me to prepare for the next door to open.
During my May trip to New Orleans I visited the New Orleans Dream Center and met with the Executive Director, Diane Amos. Diane gave me a tour and introduced me to medical professionals that were serving patients that day. Something was missing. Out of all the professions that were represented there that day, there were no eye care providers. My wheels were spinning and I had a glimpse of that life-changing feeling.
In December 2001, I made the decision as a business owner to call it quits. For 10 years, I owned and operated an optical franchise with a close friend of mine from high school. Many nights I would leave work and by the end of the night be suffering from double vision. I guess that’s to be expected when your tolerance for alcohol exceeds 12 beers a day. The experience of going belly up had a dual meaning for me. I filed bankruptcy and got sober all within two weeks of closing the business down. Through the years of being in the optical industry I have accrued quite a few eyeglass frames as well as inherited some.
Next month I will be celebrating 50 years on planet earth. It’s just a number to me, possibly the half way mark through life. My grandmother lived to be 101.5 years old so maybe I will do the same. My birthday wish is not complicated. I simply want to be a part of a life-changing vision experience. I want to donate and deliver 1,000 eyeglass frames to the New Orleans Dream Center. I want to stay in New Orleans as long as it takes to help them recruit the optical volunteers and vendors that are needed to share this vision. I promise to write in my journal this time and keep you up to date with the many doors this will open.
Girls Gone Organized
Ginny Johnson, Purge Consoler

A Conversation with Southern Smarts

Southern Smarts loves sharing our lifestyle ideas and experiences with our growing group of readers. Technology gives us a wonderful way to mass connect, and we are very excited about utilizing Southernsmarts TV to introduce you to the personality that is intent on bridging old-fashioned conversation and technology. We want this outreach to make you our follower and our friend.  Today is our first filming, and we hope you enjoy the evolving journey!

With: Stephen Tee and Vikki Lee

Karen Mosteller, Cinematographer/Producer. SouthernSmarts.com

 

Hot Wings for your Fall Weekend

Southern Smarts knows it is time for fall activities .

Here is a recipe to warm up your autumn  gatherings…

1 1/2. Lbs. chicken drumettes or wings

1 tablespoon crushed garlic

1 bunch chopped scallions

1/4 cup of soy sauce

1/4 cup of teriyaki sauce

2 cups molasses

srircaha , or hot chili sauce to taste

Coat wings, and marinate as long as possible

Baste and cook at 350 degrees for 30 minutes turning occasionally.  Turn oven to 425 and cook 10 more minutes.  Also good for the grill.

This is a great reward for your leaf rakers, pumpkin carvers, and excited football fans!

Andi Bartruff

Mementos, A New Direction.

When we lose someone we love there is a time when we have to decide what we want to keep, and what we can part with.  Sometimes different circumstances can limit what we can hold onto. We may not have enough space, or perhaps an item does not work with our décor. Our friends at Memory Maker have some wonderful ideas about how to incorporate these special keepsakes into different areas in your home.

Below are pictures from some of the Memory Maker gallery.

An old brass lamp is trimmed out in Dads favorite belt. Mom loved to play Scrabble, so the old tiles were used for a special piece of art. Ladder back dining chairs were given a bright coat of chalk paint. A dish towel is framed, and coordinates with guest room decor.  Moms cedar chest is painted and distressed, and used as a coffee table.

These creative ideas are just a few examples of ways you can blend special family memories and enjoy them for years to come!

 

If you would like more information on Memory Maker, please message Cindy Dawsey on Facebook

Andi Bartruff

It’s Fall! Let’s Kick off Oyster Season!

In an ethereal way, we are all pushed out of our warm and lazy summer days. We wish to hum through our love of summer, but a transition calls. Football will beckon, colors will change, and on the coast, oysters also take the stage. We have a salve to heal the pain of a lost season, and for this angst we have the Oyster Roast.

If one has an invitation to a friends backyard, or the opportunity to participate in a generous local business invite, it would be a sad mistake not to take the chance on the Oyster Roast experience.

Check the weather for a possible drop in temperature, and wear something wash, and wear that is ,well, you. Oyster Roast people don’t care what you look like. They just want to share in the event, and enjoy getting to know everyone over a cold beverage, a saltine and something special from the sea that shouts “Fall is Here!”

The table will be rustic and functional made for distributing oysters, and discarding shells and always made to accommodate conversation. One good glove, and an oyster knife is all you need in the way of utensils. A hospitable oyster roast veteran can help a newbie get started. Sip a beverage, and crack open that oyster shell. Oysters are not about their appearance.  They have depth, texture, and dimension.  Try all the condiments, cocktail sauce, butter, vinegar, or if the oyster is perfect, nothing at all.

As is at the Oyster Roast, so is life.

Andi Bartruff

Americans United in Tragedy. 9/11

Today  we remember a day that forever changed our feelings of vulnerability that we have all shared as Americans. We were untouchable on US soil. Since 9/11 we now know we can be victimized for our beliefs. Why does this situation exist?

It probably exists because we believe that what we think and what we believe is right for everyone. It doesn’t make sense to punish anyone because their beliefs are different. I think back on the days, weeks, and months that followed that forever changing day. We as Americans had one purpose, and that was to be united as a nation. As this united nation, we stood together in shock, grief, and anger!  We all felt the same to some degree.

I get disappointed at times, at how easily our lives became normal again. Everyone went back to their routine, and seemed to have lost the unity we once had during that historic period. Why does it take such a catastrophic event to unite our nation?  I believe it is normal for us to live our own personal triumphs, and tragedies. However, we must never forget the unity we had at that time. We should realize the challenges we face as a nation, and we have proven ourselves in the past, time and time again. We are always one nation. We protect, and we want what is best for all. So, as today unfolds, be kind and caring towards your fellow Americans. . We will all be united today in remembrance of that tragic event, just remember to continue that feeling of unity in our cause to create the best nation for all of our people. We all count on the common goal.. Liberty, and Justice for all!!

 

Does Anyone Really Borrow A Cup Of Sugar Anymore?

If you live in a neighborhood where you have recently borrowed a cup of sugar, then I would consider that to be a great place, and a place that time has forgotten. Why has this neighborly gesture become a thing of the past? Most of us don’t even talk to our neighbors anymore, much less feel that we could borrow a cup of sugar from them. This strong bond and sense of community is probably gone forever. I for one will always miss it.

I grew up in an older, established neighborhood, and by that I mean, we had all been there a while. We spoke daily, knew everybody’s family, and everybody’s business, and in a good way. We took care of each other.  I remember as a kid, my mother, my grandmother, and my aunts, would spend all their time in the kitchen cooking for our family, and they would also cook food to share with the neighbors. When they needed an ingredient, no one ran to the store, or bought something prepared in its place. They would send me next door to borrow a cup of sugar, a stick of butter, flour, or whatever was missing in the pantry.  That is just the way it was. We spent time talking with the neighbors over a cup of coffee, sharing gardening tips, sharing the days local news, and of course a sharing touch of healthy gossip. I remember my mother borrowing a stick of butter from our neighbor Barbara, to bake a cake that was going to be given to her for a holiday gift. I am sure if Barbara had known this, she would have given an obligatory eye roll, told the story over a cup of coffee, and deep down been perfectly fine with the gesture of give and take.

So now all these years later, I’m still living in an old city neighborhood, much like what I grew up in. But my childhood memories are just that, childhood memories. I am lucky if I get a smile and a gentle wave from my neighbors, because in this day and age that bit of effort seems to be a lot for people to give. My neighborhood and neighbors are great, but really it is our overall society that has changed. I wonder if someone next door took the time to sit on my porch with me, drink a cup of coffee, and talk about Sundays football game, would be like telling your friends you saw Bigfoot.

What we are missing by dismissing this wonderful old pastime, is connecting with another person, and growing a relationship that enriches, and strengthens who we are. Real human connection, not texts, not emails, not phone tag, gives us a way to give back, a way to give of ourselves, and a way to learn from others how we can be a better person. It gives us perspective, and wholeness. And let’s face it, we all need a cup of sugar at some point! Let’s make the effort to make the connection, and never forget how great is it to be a part of a neighborhood family!

Stephen Spurling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

People!! Pick up the Poo!

I want to address a very delicate subject. I thought it was necessary after what happened to my dad the other day. We were having a great morning walk. Now my dad is very good about picking up after me. You know what I mean. He buys special bags, and never leaves for our walk without one. Well, we were strolling along, and next thing I know dads hands and feet were in the air, my carefully confiscated pile in the special baggy went flying over my head, and Wham! Dad was on the ground.. I looked at him, and he looked and me, and then things started to smell. Long story short, someone had gone on a walk in front of us, and neglected to well, pick up the poo.. Dad slipped right on it, landed on the side walk, and had to wear some of it home on his shoes, and his shirt. He was not happy. This little incident has made us look around , and walk a little slower. I just want everyone to be as good as Dad is about picking up after their dogs. It’s good for the environment,and I sure don’t want to go through that again!,,, and neither does dad…….

Cooper

Someone’s Junk Is Somebody Elses Treasure…

We have heard this saying a thousand times before, and that’s because it is so true! I have found many treasures that people have put out at the curb as a “give away” or worse as a “throw away”. Many times these items need a makeover that is beyond the owners capabilities or desires. I am a reconditioning fool, so finding someone’s else junk can be a fun and challenging to makeover. I can’t always use what I find, but I will always have reconditioned it to give away to someone else. It feels good to save or pass on a found ” treasure”! It’s value continues to exist! So the next time you see someones junk at the curb, remember it could be a treasure, and you better find it before me! Stephen Spurling