Its called OTT

Everyone has a letter disease, right?

And if you say No,

your probably one of those people,

whose friends

discuss your letter disease privately...

Lucky me,

I have two!

One requires a novel to describe

the other...worthy of,

a blogging short version.

It's called OTT!

And I have two confirmed friends

who share in this most wonderful

and nutty affliction.

OTT is short for "over the top!"

You know them as people

who can't just make a ginger bread cookie

but must frost them so they

ACTUALLY represent the recipients

in little frosted shorts and skirts!

(yes, one of my confirmed friends

did this for us at Christmas)

This is OTT at its best!

Could also be called the AAB club,

"above and beyond!"

Pretty sure I get this from my "mom"

Something that drove me

crazy growing up

and... then I became it!

It starts like this...

A January call to one of my OTT friends.

(the older one)

"Hi, I got this fab idea!

We should do a Paddles and Pinwheel

event to Celebrate Jennifer, in February!"

"That is a great idea but

we don't have much time!"

"Oh, we'll keep it simple, easy,

nothing "over the top!"! "

says one OTT to another...

hmmmm? Right!

Really, easy, just

order some pinwheels

and suction cups

show up, have fun,

say a few words,

paddle, go home,

best friend celebrated,

project done!

Hmmm?

But T shirts would be nice

since I don't have anything pink

and I have been wanting to try that

new Zazzel company,

I'll just make one for me

and well, Carolyn too

cause it's her birthday and well

Sara and Anita would probably like one.

Should be working

on Winterfest stuff instead

but this will just take a minute.

It didn't!

And how hard is it to

find suction cups to hold

a flag or pinwheel?

Really hard, three weeks,

hours on the computer and phone

and seven samples later,

Finally, they arrive with two days to spare!

Whew!

But the pinwheels? Should be easy!

Proceed to order some

'make your own' kits

and Valentines ones...so perfect!

They arrive early with time to spare

but Valentine's ones are too small

and the kit?... is just lame.

Whaa!

Back to the computer drawing board!

So last Friday, with a million "art show"

things to do,

I finally find the most perfect pinwheel

Hawaiian style.

Luau with flowers!

With confidence I push "checkout."

Plenty of time to get them!

Plenty!

In the mean time shirts arrive...

very cool!

But OTT friend says,

"you didn't order one for Kuba?

she loves pink!"

Whoops, yes, I should of

back to the computer.

Its Monday, now! Gosh, cutting it close!

OTT friend, takes the others

home to dye them

so they might be a multi pink!

Okay!

What if the pinwheels don't show up

until Saturday afternoon?

Panic!

Hmmm, better revisit the lame

'make it yourself' kits.

So I will make one design

specifically for Jen,

well maybe two...

no, actually how about three...

three custom Jen pinwheels!

Gluing , cutting, printing into

the midnight hours

knowing, I am certifiable now!

But its "a project of love"

I tell myself!

The reward comes on Thursday

afternoon, when the custom pinwheel

and 'timely arrived' suction cups,

are attached and stay attached on

a speeding canoe across the water,

Great grip,

so great that when I tried one

on my forehead

it left a 'suck mark', which I must say

was NOT such a great idea!

But Jen?

She looked beautiful spinning in the wind,

on the front of the canoe!

OTT friends says in review,

"couldn't you make any with the six points."

"Are you kidding me?"

What else should be done?

still got a couple hours...

Hmmm!

Should really honor her memory with

some pictures,

how about a story board

and maybe some posted copies

of her emails

from that avoided E mail file

I made, when she was diagnosed.

oh dear...cry, cry, cry!

It's Friday!

Just need to put

the pinwheels into the suction cups,

find a way to put pinwheels

on baseball hats

and may be make some pinwheel

Wild Wear Bobble Bands...and

Hmmm!

I really should say something before

the launch tomorrow,

a poem maybe,

yes, I should write a poem?

and may be some ginger bread cookies

that look like Jen?

And where is Fed Ex with those perfect

Hawaiian pinwheels?

P.S

OTT friend says I get the

OTT award for this one...

Yaay!

...I think!!

Pam Piper Rain

A Paddling Love Story

A Paddling Love Story

Have you ever had someone come into your life and leave you so altered you wanted to write a great novel about it, paddle oceans, perhaps sing a poem from a mountain top, dance on main street, or build a pinwheel garden just to tell the world "hey, because of this person, I am not the same!"?

Whatever we do in our lives, everyone hopes to leave something behind from their time on earth. One of the most significant things we can leave behind ...is our story...or stories. If you were loved and altered by someone's story, how their lives touched you...it is a story worth telling.

Cancer sucks! There really isn't anything else to say about it, but that. I hope you don't mind my telling this story...it involves magical friendships, courage, victories, loss, wisdom, and lessons learned. It is about celebration of life at its best and most temporary, and of course, paddles, bubbles and pinwheels.

Paddling came into my life five years ago by the arm twisting of a close friend. Since, I can't swim well and don't much like the water overall, being on a very narrow tippy boat on the lake (or especially the ocean) is NOT where I prefer to be! It wasn't right away, but over time the sport of paddling grew on me and I fell in love with the unlikely.

Soon after came the arrival of four other women who felt the same way (with a lot less arm twisting), all with strong personalities, yet very different, contributing to a team whose whole was more than the sum of it's parts. One of those women was Jennifer Andrews. The first time we met, I raved about the sport to her. And here was this woman, who told me how much she loved Hawaii, and who loved the water, but I thought she was way too glamorous to ever join us. Jen came out the next day and never left until she couldn't join us any longer...!

She became our best friend and confidante, hours on the phone, funny stories over wine, we were never without her support, compassion, and uncensored humor. One year she gave us all an Easter basket (she loved holidays) full of forgotten childhood wonders...a candy necklace (remember those?), pinwheels, and bottles of bubbles! It reminded us to play, enjoy, and believe in the moment!

The six of us did everything together, growing as friends, each contributed something to the group that made us all better. The friendship was intense, and seemingly exclusive, we couldn't help it...we were on "borrowed time". That camaraderie afforded us success in races, success we would have never dreamed possible. A novice team from the desert? Competing on the ocean? All over 45, two of which were grandmothers, winning medals? Nonsense! But we did. In our first race together, the canoe seemed to just glide with the magic of teamwork, and every race after that just got better. We were full of ourselves, reveling in the moments and the love that was "sixasone". And...we thought we had forever to continue the magic. We had no idea it would end so soon.

When Jennifer was diagnosed with stage four cancer, a year later, our worlds were rocked to the very core. We found ourselves in a different kind of race and everything changed. It was a long tough fight for her, in which she complained little and still laughed and bossed us around when she came out. Being the sass, sparkle, and spunk to any occasion, she kept us uplifted instead of the other way around. We sought to encourage her with themed gifts which, we left on her doorstep when she returned from her long trips to the hospital. One time it was a super hero stuff, with individual homemade capes, bubbles, another time, a pinwheel garden outside her window. There was even a flat cardboard version of her that went to every race in her absence, lovingly known among all the teams, as Flat Jen!

In 2008 she asked us to "pinky swear" that when she was done with Chemo, we would all do the Rig Run in Santa Barbara with her. It was the dream of doing that race that got her through two months of radiation treatments in the Chicago winter. That summer, on a perfect May day in Southern California, the six of us paddling together again, all of us believing in miracles, she was the happiest, strongest, ever and paddled 12 miles! We didn't win a medal but of course no one cared, our prize was so much more.

As hard as we prayed, paddled, and wished for a miracle for her, we never got one. That last January we went to help her take down her Christmas decorations, all together in one room," just like old sixasone times", she said smiling. The laughter was bittersweet, somehow we all knew it was over and it was... we never saw her again.

Now, I wear her silver paddle around my neck along with the words Kinipela which is Jennifer in Hawaiian...she is never far from me! I miss her more than I can say! There is so much more I would like to tell, so many stories of how she changed us, but that will require pages still to be written. But this is what I want to say most...Jennifer's death taught me to live...the only thing about cancer that is worthwhile.

Most of us have been touched by this disease, or know someone who has, and have to find peace with it in our own way. It is a journey for those who live and die with it and those of us who walk beside them. Who teaches who? Who inspires who? Who is the most courageous? We are all courageous who have been touched by cancer, but none more than those who fight it within their bodies every day!

Jennifer changed us, she made us better. But we were able to give her a gift as well...two years of adventures that felt like a lifetime to all of us. She did things she never dreamed of, and had five best friends to celebrate life with, and that knowledge makes us all smile whenever we think of her.

In her memory, I created an event called Paddles and Pinwheels, please join us on the water, wearing a purple shirt (her favorite color...or pink...or lavender, and place a pinwheel on your canoe to honor someone you love... someone whose story altered your life. Let's celebrate the temporary, celebrate the sunshine on the lake, smile and laugh, celebrate life...with paddles in the water and spinning pinwheels in the wind! Wheee whee!

Thanks You for listening! Pam

One World One Heart Give Away

Lisa Swifka of 'One World One Heart'

created this Giveaway Event to bring

Bloggers from around the world

in an environment of Peace and

a community of kindred spirits.

If you have an active blog

and would like to join in,

please check her site out at the right,

'The Whimsical Bohemian'.

Participants should have an active blog,

and if you leave a posted comment,

you'll be eligible to win in our blog GIVEAWAYS.

TO ENTER, just leave a comment

on this post

stating you want to participate,

your location (country, City, State)

and a means to contact you,

or (email/blog address).

Winners are randomly chosen

and the last day to participate is

midnight, February 14th (EST).

I will use Automated Generator to

choose the winner,

and it will be posted on my blog

the following day.

My GiveAway is a 'Celebrate Your Wildness kit'

a 11 x14 matted 'One Woman, Wild and Free' print

a Wild Wear Bobble Band

and a Bubble Wild Bubble Wand!

So... join in the fun,

and Thank You all who have stopped by

and will be.

I look forward to visiting yours...

Pam Piper Rain

Frankin Baby

Okay I really should

be writing about the Desert Bar

and how much fun we had

and how twelve we acted

and how the Wild Wear

Bobble Bands,

were a huge hit even among strangers,

who thought we were getting

better cell phone reception

because of them.

How a Snowbird,

called us "dope smoking hippies"

What?

Or how my friends love

to play with me

anytime anywhere and

how much that means to me but....

what I really want to write about is

"Frankin Baby!"

Yes, its a new idea

called "Frankin Baby"

do you have a dog that loves

stuffed animals?

I do!

Do they shred and tear

these lovely colorful stuffed things

that YOU would have worshiped

at twelve

and had to have all over your juvenile bed?

I did and do!

First she goes for the tags, then eyes

then noses in that order!

Admittedly, there are some

that have invited

some screaming

"NOOOOO not that one",

How pathetic !

Baby carnage, where ever she goes,

so much so friends hide the really good ones

from her when we visit.

So I have resolved myself to

thrift stores to keep up

cause babies can get expensive via PetSmart

so she gets the lost and unloved

salvage army variety

and yet she is sooooo happy!

Price tag or not!

Her name is Kaia,

secretly and affectionately known

as KaiaPaia Pocket Pants...

dumb? yes. but she likes it!

So there are always limbs..

and parts scattered across the floor

bed and furniture... yard

("is it snowing stuffing here?"}

and although, they are certifiably missing

the "special parts

tag, nose, eyes, guts,

she will still plays with

the limp stuffing less carcasses.

And her weird soul cat loves ......

loves the non squeaking

membranes left behind,

great for flicking up in the air and

over any thing stationary)

By the way...

every dog NEEDS a weird soul cat

in their lives...truly!

Call it Humorous balance.

So this cat REALLY loves this dog

with a "creepy insane scary stalker kind of love"

Kinzee is a domineering, aggressive

kitten like feline

who makes rather strange mating

overtures towards Kaia,

like biting the nape of the neck

to hold on... for what...?

Did you forget YOUR a cat...

and a girl?

(Had it on video once with the perfect soundtrack

behind it, for proof but lost it...sorry!)

Anyways this is the good part!

Took all the limbs and sewed them together

(cause I am ever so "crafty")

and made a "Frankin baby" with all

miscellaneous limbs...

Kaia loves it.

Like no other baby

to rival it.

She is prominent fan of tug of war

with an exuberant dose of spastic head

whip lashing to strain

all watching neck muscles

And that cat?...when she decides

to do her very odd misplaced mating thing...

she gets a little surprise slap, slap

from a distance cause "Frankin baby's" limbs

are long and collective!

I imagine her saying,

"Watch out Frankin baby

has come to life, girlfriend...

get out of my way cause I am flinging limbs

Frankin limbs and THERE are no

squeaking membranes left, ...

so ha, take that

you strange creepy little feline....

fling, fling, slap, slap...

but hey...

love ya...really!"

She says, smiling to the right

with equal anxiety and joy.

(see prior blog entry)

Frankin baby or Kinzee's Revenge?

Pam Piper Rain

Land Mines

When the news came

that my best friend

had ended her fight

shortly after Valentines day

2009

I indulged and comforted

myself in these words...

May you make your own

list of blessings

in between land mines.

Land Mines

Tiptoeing around

the land mines of life

nothing to do...really

but...

make paper airplanes,

enjoy red roses heads wired high

and the tuft of hair

on Kaia’s shoulders

turned gold by sunlight,

a card with shoes on it

that remind me

I am home and grateful,

for my lovers smile beside me

dazzling & easy& here.

Nothing I can do

except drink strawberries

in champagne

by the water

to trust and believe life is unfolding

as agreed to...

to hold on to the ones

I can still call daily,

to colored kites in the sky

and the slightness of tears

in my friends eyes,

the ferry hum

I can consistently count on...

on the hour.

Nothing I can do but

be witness to the blueness

of the water,

the strength in the mountains,

the wildness of the underbrush...

the crunch of feet on desert gravel,

the roar of boats

at play on February water,

rock sculptures that defy gravity

a partnership of art and earth,

movies that make me

forget my own name

and old songs of comfort

like the weight of silk skin

spread across me.

Kisses and laughter that continue

to take my breath away

and fill my head

with immediate wonder,

for a dog that smiles

only on the right...

with equal anxiety and joy,

for phones that buzz with

"I am thinking of you." wishes

and every moment that passes by

in sunlight,

for this red nest

that comfort and protects,

for sunsets that say farewell

to the day

and its gifts of living

and breathing

and all the blessings offered

in between the land mines of life!

Pam Piper Rain

Photo by Ed Earley