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THE HONEYMOON SURVIVAL SAGA
by Tamara Scully
Our honeymoon was ideal. But there were a series of mishaps which proved
to give our idyllic outlook a test. Circumstances which, in retrospect, evoked
courage, fortitude, determination, compromise, and acceptance. In other
words, everything one needs to have when involved in a committed
relationship. When times get tough, as they inevitably do, I find myself
remembering the "honeymoon happeningss," and I know that we will endure.
Or if we don't, at least we won't be lying when we say the honeymoon was a
foreboding of our marriage...an accident waiting to happen? (Sorry, honey!)
We headed out to the Smoky Mountains for some rest, relaxation, and
hiking. I was the only one opting for the hiking. Remember, this is a
honeymoon...togetherness, passionate lovemaking in the great outdoors,
conquering new adventures together.....Oh, never mind. I’d just go off by
myself.
Armed with several guide books, I planned my course. I am an experienced
hiker, even if New Jersey doesn’t have hills like the Smokies. I had a trail
map with me, someone knew my plans, and an emergency system was in
place should I have failed to show at the appointed time. Off I took on my
motorcycle, and headed to the starting point.
The family in the mini-van with a zillion children had me altering plans
immediately. As they started up the trail I intended to traverse, I high-tailed it
over to the other end of the trial, relieved to find a deserted parking lot and
the serenity I craved. Hiking up, up, up, and around the mountain, I began to
relax. I had underestimated the time needed for the full trail, and would have
to go back the way I came. But first I wanted to reach the summit. I could now
see the apex of the mountain, and was looking forward to some splendid
views and a brief rest when... I stepped in the bear dung. No mistaking it.
And, it was fresh. Now this was a dilemma, because I had no way of knowing
where the bear was at this instant. All I knew is that he had been here
recently - very recently. Cautiously, I stepped through the tall grasses and
wound my away around the last bend to see...THE SUMMIT! Beautiful,
breathtaking, and earned after a lot of hard work, I was exhilarated to have
made it here. It was all worthwhile: the panting, the sweating, the fear of the
bear, even the smell of bear droppings on my boot....
No, not the smell of the bear droppings, but the real, live, actual bear. Right
there, 20 feet behind me, on the path I had just taken. I hadn’t passed
another soul, and the family in the mini-van, whom I despised just two hours
ago, would have now been a welcome site. Panic began, as the bear
continued meandering on and off the trail which I was going to have to follow
back down the mountain. And the bear looked small, which meant that its
BIG mama bear might very well be lingering nearby. After standing immobile
until I could no longer see the bear, I decided that I had to go back. If not,
the emergency plan would take place, which would involve my non-hiking
new husband starting up the trail and possibly coming face-to-face with the
bear I was trying to avoid. No, that would be ridiculous. At least I knew there
was a bear, and could make noise, etc. in an attempt to scare it off. So with
all my resolve, and my best singing voice, which should in and of itself have
cleared the mountain of any living thing, I proceeded back the way I came.
By now, I was so focused on the bear that I forgot about my real fear in
life......snakes.
As I came around a bend and into the next area of descent, I saw it. Lying
down alongside the trial. Now what could I do!
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by Tamara Scully
Our honeymoon was ideal. But there were a series of mishaps which proved
to give our idyllic outlook a test. Circumstances which, in retrospect, evoked
courage, fortitude, determination, compromise, and acceptance. In other
words, everything one needs to have when involved in a committed
relationship. When times get tough, as they inevitably do, I find myself
remembering the "honeymoon happeningss," and I know that we will endure.
Or if we don't, at least we won't be lying when we say the honeymoon was a
foreboding of our marriage...an accident waiting to happen? (Sorry, honey!)
We headed out to the Smoky Mountains for some rest, relaxation, and
hiking. I was the only one opting for the hiking. Remember, this is a
honeymoon...togetherness, passionate lovemaking in the great outdoors,
conquering new adventures together.....Oh, never mind. I’d just go off by
myself.
Armed with several guide books, I planned my course. I am an experienced
hiker, even if New Jersey doesn’t have hills like the Smokies. I had a trail
map with me, someone knew my plans, and an emergency system was in
place should I have failed to show at the appointed time. Off I took on my
motorcycle, and headed to the starting point.
The family in the mini-van with a zillion children had me altering plans
immediately. As they started up the trail I intended to traverse, I high-tailed it
over to the other end of the trial, relieved to find a deserted parking lot and
the serenity I craved. Hiking up, up, up, and around the mountain, I began to
relax. I had underestimated the time needed for the full trail, and would have
to go back the way I came. But first I wanted to reach the summit. I could now
see the apex of the mountain, and was looking forward to some splendid
views and a brief rest when... I stepped in the bear dung. No mistaking it.
And, it was fresh. Now this was a dilemma, because I had no way of knowing
where the bear was at this instant. All I knew is that he had been here
recently - very recently. Cautiously, I stepped through the tall grasses and
wound my away around the last bend to see...THE SUMMIT! Beautiful,
breathtaking, and earned after a lot of hard work, I was exhilarated to have
made it here. It was all worthwhile: the panting, the sweating, the fear of the
bear, even the smell of bear droppings on my boot....
No, not the smell of the bear droppings, but the real, live, actual bear. Right
there, 20 feet behind me, on the path I had just taken. I hadn’t passed
another soul, and the family in the mini-van, whom I despised just two hours
ago, would have now been a welcome site. Panic began, as the bear
continued meandering on and off the trail which I was going to have to follow
back down the mountain. And the bear looked small, which meant that its
BIG mama bear might very well be lingering nearby. After standing immobile
until I could no longer see the bear, I decided that I had to go back. If not,
the emergency plan would take place, which would involve my non-hiking
new husband starting up the trail and possibly coming face-to-face with the
bear I was trying to avoid. No, that would be ridiculous. At least I knew there
was a bear, and could make noise, etc. in an attempt to scare it off. So with
all my resolve, and my best singing voice, which should in and of itself have
cleared the mountain of any living thing, I proceeded back the way I came.
By now, I was so focused on the bear that I forgot about my real fear in
life......snakes.
As I came around a bend and into the next area of descent, I saw it. Lying
down alongside the trial. Now what could I do!
- copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
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The Gender Wars: Communication
Desperation!
By Tamara Scully
The differences between women and
men have long been discussed, debated
and debunked. Aside from the obvious
physical differences, some of the most
recent focus has been on the disparity
in manners and methods of
communication.
If men and women truly have differing
communication styles, and each are well-
versed and immersed in their own
methods, then is it realistic to expect
such seemingly insurmountable
differences to be overcome? After all, if
healthy communication is the key to a
strong and lasting relationship, yet men
and women enter into relationships not
even speaking the same language,
there doesn’t appear to be much hope
for "happily ever after" to occur!
Speaking form my own (second)
marriage, I am left pondering whether it
is the first hormonal surges of love that
hold the keys to bridging the
communication gap. You see, I
remember a time, a mere seven years
ago, when I finally found the man with
whom communication flowed effortlessly.
I could communicate my deepest
feelings, insecurities, my life’s
philosophy, my needs, my wants and
desires, and HE ACTUALLY
UNDERSTOOD. Looking back, I know
that this miraculous understanding could
not have been faked.
Fast-forward to our fifth wedding
anniversary. I find myself doing
something I swore I would never do: I tell
my husband what his response to my
requests, needs, desires, or demands,
should be. "I want you to say.....," "I
need to hear that.....," and "it would help
me to know that......, " have become
commonplace in our conversations. And
my husband, alas, just stares blankly at
the walls or nods imperceptibly in my
direction, without any sign of
comprehension.
Seeing as communication is a two-way
street, its probably fair to say that he,
too, is wondering when we started
speaking separate languages. Where,
oh where, did those magical vibes go?
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Copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
Desperation!
By Tamara Scully
The differences between women and
men have long been discussed, debated
and debunked. Aside from the obvious
physical differences, some of the most
recent focus has been on the disparity
in manners and methods of
communication.
If men and women truly have differing
communication styles, and each are well-
versed and immersed in their own
methods, then is it realistic to expect
such seemingly insurmountable
differences to be overcome? After all, if
healthy communication is the key to a
strong and lasting relationship, yet men
and women enter into relationships not
even speaking the same language,
there doesn’t appear to be much hope
for "happily ever after" to occur!
Speaking form my own (second)
marriage, I am left pondering whether it
is the first hormonal surges of love that
hold the keys to bridging the
communication gap. You see, I
remember a time, a mere seven years
ago, when I finally found the man with
whom communication flowed effortlessly.
I could communicate my deepest
feelings, insecurities, my life’s
philosophy, my needs, my wants and
desires, and HE ACTUALLY
UNDERSTOOD. Looking back, I know
that this miraculous understanding could
not have been faked.
Fast-forward to our fifth wedding
anniversary. I find myself doing
something I swore I would never do: I tell
my husband what his response to my
requests, needs, desires, or demands,
should be. "I want you to say.....," "I
need to hear that.....," and "it would help
me to know that......, " have become
commonplace in our conversations. And
my husband, alas, just stares blankly at
the walls or nods imperceptibly in my
direction, without any sign of
comprehension.
Seeing as communication is a two-way
street, its probably fair to say that he,
too, is wondering when we started
speaking separate languages. Where,
oh where, did those magical vibes go?
Need an article on these
communication mysteries and how
to solve them! This completed
article tells it all! Purchase it for
your publication.
Copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
Let’s Go Camping - An Outdoor
Birthday Party for the Entire Family
By Tamara Scully
Birthday Party for the Entire Family
By Tamara Scully
- Planning a child’s birthday party has
become a big business. Glance
through any publication on family life
and advertisements for party
planners, venues, entertainers, and
rental equipment are everywhere. Of
course, there are also advocates of
the "simple" do-it-yourself at home
parties reminiscent of childhood
days gone by.
While both of the above options can
offer great ways to party, there is
another concept which warrants
consideration. With a little advanced
planning, a great outdoor adventure
party enjoyable to both children and
parents, can be arranged. A cross
between the stay-at-home, parent-
hosted traditional party, a party
planning service, and an
entertainment venue, the camping
trip party mixes the best of all worlds.
A camping adventure may be just
the ticket to a unique, fun, and not
too stressful birthday party for the
nine - fourteen age group. While it
does take some initial planning to
ensure things run smoothly, the
actual party should be enjoyable for
all. And, the party itself can be
tailored to meet a wide variety of
interests. The key to a successful
camping party is finding a suitable
campground. Wilderness camping is
not the focus here - we are
entertainment camping. And the
appropriate spot for this adventure
is the local family campground. The
more amenities the campground
offers the better. Bored kids around
a campsite do not make happy
campers.
The simplest form of this party
involves a one-night stay at a
nearby campground. The adult-to-
child ratio should hover around
one/three, and the number of guests
needs to fit in your vehicles. The
outline for the party is simple: the
guests meet at your home in the late
morning, you load up the camping
gear, drive to the campground, and
set-up camp. Once settled, there is
time to: cook, eat, play, explore,
shower, sleep, and do it again the
next day. Exhausted but happy, all
will return home by mid-afternoon,
and the trip will be a pleasant
memory.
So grab your sense of adventure,
load up the car, and head into the
great outdoors for a unique, family-
friendly birthday party!
Your publication targeting young
parents or family fun needs this
article. Real-life "how-to"
instructions and testimonials.
Copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
Historic Locations for Special
Events......
By Tamara Scully
Planning a wedding reception in the
northwestern region of New Jersey
offers many options from which to
choose. Sometimes the challenge can
be in finding something, well, with a
little more character and charm than
many venues offer.
One way to make your event a truly
unique and personalized experience is
to choose a venue with a distinctive
past. Join us in exploring six
properties, which take us back in time
from pre-revolutionary America to the
era of prohibition. Maybe one will be
right for your country-style wedding!
Histories and details on these
extraordinary venues and how to
reserve them will delight readers
looking for understated elegance
and a meaningful reception.
Copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
Events......
By Tamara Scully
Planning a wedding reception in the
northwestern region of New Jersey
offers many options from which to
choose. Sometimes the challenge can
be in finding something, well, with a
little more character and charm than
many venues offer.
One way to make your event a truly
unique and personalized experience is
to choose a venue with a distinctive
past. Join us in exploring six
properties, which take us back in time
from pre-revolutionary America to the
era of prohibition. Maybe one will be
right for your country-style wedding!
Histories and details on these
extraordinary venues and how to
reserve them will delight readers
looking for understated elegance
and a meaningful reception.
Copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
Simplifying Our Lives: Modern
Time-Savers in Our Busy World
By Tamara Scully
The world today is inundated with
products, gadgets and technologies
designed to increase efficiency and
convenience and to enable more
effective use of our limited time.
"Simpler," "easier," "faster," and
"better" are some of the keywords
used to target our desire for a more
relaxed lifestyle. We seek some time
free of the unending demands of our
"on-the-go" lifestyle, and have turned
to these time-savers in order to, well,
find more time.
Yet how many things, designed to
simplify, does it take to equal one
harried life?
A prominent example is that of the cell
phone. According to a 2003 study by
Scarborough Research Inc.,
approximately 62% of adult Americans
now own a cellular phone.
The use of a cell phone enables
communication to occur at all times,
supposedly making businesses and
families run more efficiently. The same
applies to walkie-talkies, the camera
phone, instant messaging and the
text-messaging craze.
Not only can effective communication
occur across thousands of miles at the
touch of a button, it can occur
efficiently, with little hassle on the part
of the sender or receiver. No longer do
we have to patiently await the
opportunity to "reach out and touch
someone," as the AT&T long-distance
phone slogan used to say.
Yet the flip-side of this arrangement is
that we now find ourselves in a
situation where we are expected to be
always available. Reaching someone
instantaneously is no longer a matter
of good timing; it is a requirement.
While this is mandatory in extreme
circumstances, such as notifying a
recipient of donor organ availability, it
is not necessary for most of our
mundane business. And we have
allowed ourselves to forget that most
of our business, no matter what that
means to each individual, can usually
wait.
What this chronic "on" has done is to
allow routine matters to become
priorities, to promote a sense of
urgency in all that we do, and to
promote a culture where patience is no
longer a virtue, but an unnecessary
burden we refuse to bear.
We must now re-define what we
consider a necessity. If only we could
find the time.
Copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
This complete article is perfect for
your harried audience- working
moms, single parents and
exhausted adolescents. Contact
me to purchase this fascinating
look at being tuned in, plugged in
and fading fast!
Time-Savers in Our Busy World
By Tamara Scully
The world today is inundated with
products, gadgets and technologies
designed to increase efficiency and
convenience and to enable more
effective use of our limited time.
"Simpler," "easier," "faster," and
"better" are some of the keywords
used to target our desire for a more
relaxed lifestyle. We seek some time
free of the unending demands of our
"on-the-go" lifestyle, and have turned
to these time-savers in order to, well,
find more time.
Yet how many things, designed to
simplify, does it take to equal one
harried life?
A prominent example is that of the cell
phone. According to a 2003 study by
Scarborough Research Inc.,
approximately 62% of adult Americans
now own a cellular phone.
The use of a cell phone enables
communication to occur at all times,
supposedly making businesses and
families run more efficiently. The same
applies to walkie-talkies, the camera
phone, instant messaging and the
text-messaging craze.
Not only can effective communication
occur across thousands of miles at the
touch of a button, it can occur
efficiently, with little hassle on the part
of the sender or receiver. No longer do
we have to patiently await the
opportunity to "reach out and touch
someone," as the AT&T long-distance
phone slogan used to say.
Yet the flip-side of this arrangement is
that we now find ourselves in a
situation where we are expected to be
always available. Reaching someone
instantaneously is no longer a matter
of good timing; it is a requirement.
While this is mandatory in extreme
circumstances, such as notifying a
recipient of donor organ availability, it
is not necessary for most of our
mundane business. And we have
allowed ourselves to forget that most
of our business, no matter what that
means to each individual, can usually
wait.
What this chronic "on" has done is to
allow routine matters to become
priorities, to promote a sense of
urgency in all that we do, and to
promote a culture where patience is no
longer a virtue, but an unnecessary
burden we refuse to bear.
We must now re-define what we
consider a necessity. If only we could
find the time.
Copyright 2006 Tamara Jean Scully
This complete article is perfect for
your harried audience- working
moms, single parents and
exhausted adolescents. Contact
me to purchase this fascinating
look at being tuned in, plugged in
and fading fast!
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