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Ami's AfterChat Newsletter

October 1998


Please Note: This newsletter was originally sent on October 21, 1998. It may not have improved with age. Information may be outdated and irrelevant, not to mention useless. It is here only for your enjoyment.


WELCOME
Hello to the new people getting this newsletter for the first time, and to those who have been putting up with it since the beginning----and to everyone else in between. It's been a whirlwind month and I'm glad to sit down for a minute and write to you.

Since my mailing program is still partially toasted, it becomes even more important for you to tell me if you are changing your screen name. Give me both the old and the new. Similarly, if you have to drop off the list completely, tell me that too, just don't tell me why. I prefer not to learn from my mistakes. (You remember, I'm the thin-skinned one....)

I hope to get the program with the mailing list corrected in the next couple of months. Yeah, sure. Right after I sign up for that class on small engine repair.


WHERE OH WHERE HAS AMI BEEN?
As I said earlier, it's been a busy time. In September I did a quickie lecture for an Avion trailer club in Michigan, several days of workshops for the Pennsylvania National Quilt Extravaganza in Ft. Washington, and our own local quilt show here in Flint where I taught and had a booth in the vendor mall. And that was just September! I just came back from a three guild tour of southern California and I had a blast! What a glorious end to the year's teaching jobs--- fun quilters, sunny weather, and a little stop behind the scenes at Disney courtesy of an old school chum. I even got a chance to work on Fun Photo-Quilts & Crafts.


THE GUINEA PIG CLUB
Those kind souls who volunteered to test patterns for the book are happily cutting and stitching to make sure that everything works. With their help, the book is moving right along. Their comments have been invaluable. Thanks, guys!

Check this newsletter for ordering information as soon as it's available. I might even send out a Special Edition. (Don't worry, you won't miss it!)


ON VACATION
Our monthly chat on AOL is Thursday. Otherwise known as tomorrow. (For some of you, that's TODAY!) Come and join the fun. Bring your quilting questions to the AOL chat room from 9 to 10 om EST.

I will not be hosting the monthly chat in November or December. Those Thursdays land on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. I think most of us will have other plans. I might pop in and say hi, but don't count on it. We'll resume with the chats in January again. As always, it's the 4th Thursday of the month in the AOL chat room from 9 to 10pm EST.

Speaking of vacation, I will probably not be sending out a newsletter for November. This will be the first time I've missed a month since I started this silly thing a couple of years ago, but I have a really good excuse. My mother is taking me on a 2 week cruise to Asia! I'll be visiting places I can't even find on the map yet. And I can't wait. We haven't traveled together (just the two of us) since the first summer after I started college when we went back- packing through Italy together. In Naples we mis-judged the timing of our arrival into the train station by about 6 minutes and jumped off the train half a mile short of the station. The train had stopped, and the sign did say Napoli, but there was no platform on which to alight. We both bounded off the train one after the other, and hit the gravel about 4 feet from the bottom step. (OK, so I pushed her out first but I was afraid we'd miss our stop.) We were each carrying 40 pound backpacks and miraculously landed on our feet. Otherwise, we would be there still, flipped over on our backpacks, legs wiggling in the air like turtles, laughing hysterically. I can only imagine the trouble we'll get into on this trip!

The itinerary is about as exotic as they get: Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Vietnam, The Philippines, China, Hong Kong, and Korea. If you have any wonderful suggestions for fun things to do, let me know. I'll keep my eyes open for anything quilty and will report back upon my return.


UNCOMMON TREADS
Do you get Time Warner Cable? Have you ever heard of a sewing show called Uncommon Threads? Two of my photo-transfer quilts are being featured on Halloween on channel 35 at 10:30am. I'm looking for someone to tape the show for me. Any interested parties should e-mail me back quick so I can send you a blank tape. Thanks!


STAMP IT OUT!
October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month and the U.S. Postal Service has gotten into the act with a great idea. They've created a $.32 postage stamp that sells for $.40 and before you jump to the wrong conclusion, the extra $.08 goes to fund breast cancer research. If all the stamps printed are sold, it will raise $16,000,000 which isn't exactly chump change. If everyone who reads this newsletter buys just ONE sheet of 20 stamps, we would contribute over $3500 to the cause. Come on, let's do it. Right now. Race you to the post office!

Don't want to go to the post office, you can order stamps online: http://www.usps.gov/news/stamps/98/98081stp.htm

Contributing to cancer research will make you feel better. It won't prevent you from getting breast cancer, but it's a good thing. So, while you're licking and sticking, take a minute and call your doctor and ask if you're due for a mammogram. If you are, make a date with your best friend for an M & M. That's a mammogram and a movie. Take the afternoon off, get your boobs shquooshed, and go see a movie. Popcorn optional.

Now before you go whining about mammograms, you should know that they're a lot better than they used to be. Because of my family history and the fact that my own mammary glands often feel like they're filled with cat kibble, I have been doing the mammogram thing once a year since I was in high school. I remember the machines with the giant balloon on top, before they invented plastic and foam rubber. By the time the technician had maneuvered me into position every hair on my head was either plastered to the balloon or standing on end in one huge static cling. Not only did I leave the office with breasts as thin as credit cards, but I had a really bad hair day too. Things are now much improved. The technicians even laugh when I request an 8 x 10 glossy.


WATER----HARD & SOFT
Those of you who have been receiving this newsletter know about my quest for BIG hair. In my continuing search I have come across yet another beauty aid you should know about. Water. HARD water! We used to have hard water. Bilious, yellow, lumpy hard water that smelled a little like hard boiled eggs. It turned the tile in the shower orange, and the inside of the dishwasher, and just about anything that came in contact with it. I looked tan most of the time.

Yes indeed, hard water. We don't have it any more. Nine years ago we bought a water softener and now we have very soft water. Soft water is a ploy devised by the people who sell water. They want you to use more of it, so they invented soft water which may look like real water, but it doesn't ever get the soap out of anything. I haven't added laundry detergent in 9 years. I'm just washing clothes on the leftover residue. Still have lots of suds.

I detest showering in soft water, and this is where the water sellers make a lot of money. I stand there trying to rinse off and no matter how long I stand under the nozzle, I still feel soapy. Shriveled and prune-like I give up when the hot water runs out, but my skin is still slippery.

Soft water makes everything slippery, especially my hair. It's not that I've ever had robust hair, it's always had that spider web quality to it, but it looses any body it ever had in soft water. I have kept the "moose" people in business too, foaming my head after every shower in the hopes that the white ball of foam smeared over every tendril will somehow let me fluff my hair to normal levels. After 20 minutes of styling, even with the BIG HAIR STYLING WAND, I go limp and flat by lunch time.

When I travel, I have much better luck with my "do." I can stay bouncy and fluffy until almost dinner. I just realized---it's the water. Hotels probably have HARD water. So, now, I go to the one tap in the house that still has hard water and fill a little plastic bottle full to the top. I put that on the drain in the tub so that it will heat as I shower. When I'm all done with my shower, I shake my head vigorously back and forth to get all the SOFT water out, and then pour my little bottle of HARD water over my freshly shampooed head! It apparently works, and I'm getting used to the egg smell again.

In my on-going efforts to improve upon the system (I used to just carry the water over to the shower in my hands) I'm filling all the wide shallow baking dishes I have with hard water and letting it partially evaporate to maximize the water's coiffure enhancing properties. I'm losing a lot of counter space, but it's worth it. When this batch is ready, by hair should reach the ceiling!


READERS DIGEST
This is surely a sign of my advancing years, but the Reader's Digest is one of my favorite magazines. Here's a tidbit from the last issue that caught my eye:

The Washington Post held a contest inviting readers to come up with ideas that never made it off the drawing board. Here are just a few: The Slimfast Blimp
Droopers, a singles bar where all the waitresses are middle-aged women.
The Devil's Head glowing night light for toddlers.
Brown Poupon.


HOTEL SIGNS
Here's a laugh courtesy of my cousin, Ruby Jean!

In a Tokyo hotel:
Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such a thing is please not to read notice.

In a Bucharest hotel lobby:
The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.

In a Leipzig elevator:
Do not enter lift backwards, and only when lit up.

In a Belgrade hotel elevator:
To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order.

In an advertisement by Hong Kong dentist:
Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.

In a Paris hotel elevator:
Please leave your values at the front desk.

In a hotel in Athens:
Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 a.m. daily.

In a Yugoslavian hotel:
The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid.

In a Japanese hotel:
You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.

In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from Russian Orthodox monastery:
You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except Thursday.

On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:
Our wines leave you nothing to hope for.

On the menu of a Polish hotel:
Salad a firm's own make; limpid red beet soup with cheesy dumplings in the form of a finger; roasted duck let loose; beef rashers beaten up in the country people's fashion.

Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop:
Ladies may have a fit upstairs.

Outside a Paris dress shop:
Dresses for street walking.

In a Rhodes tailor shop:
Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.

From the Soviet Weekly:
There will be a Moscow Exhibition of Arts by 150,000 Soviet Republic painters and sculptors. These were executed over the past two years.

A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest:
It is strictly forbidden on our black forest camping site that people of different sex, for instance, men and women, live together in one tent unless they are married with each other for that purpose.

In a Zurich hotel:
Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be used for this purpose.

In a Czechoslovakian tourist agency:
Take one of our horse-driven city tours - we guarantee no miscarriages.

Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand:
Would you like to ride on your own ass?

In a Swiss mountain inn:
Special today -- no ice cream.

In a Bangkok temple:
It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed as a man.

In a Copenhagen airline ticket office:
We take your bags and send them in all directions.

On the door of a Moscow hotel room:
If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it.

In a Norwegian cocktail lounge:
Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.

In a Budapest zoo:
Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.

In the office of a Roman doctor:
Specialist in women and other diseases.

In an Acapulco hotel:
The manager has personally passed all the water served here.

From a Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner:
Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself.

From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo:
When passenger of foot have in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor.

Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance:
English well speaking.- Here speeching American


MORE EVIDENCE THAT THE WORLD IS POPULATED BY IDIOTS

1. Police in Wichita, Kansas, arrested a 22-year-old man at an airport hotel after he tried to pass two (counterfeit) $16 bills.

2. A company trying to continue its five-year perfect safety record showed its workers a film aimed at encouraging the use of safety goggles on the job. According to Industrial Machinery News, the film's depiction of gory industrial accidents was so graphic that twenty-five workers suffered minor injuries in their rush to leave the screening room. Thirteen others fainted, and one man required seven stitches after he cut his head falling off a chair while watching the film.

3. The Chico, California, City Council enacted a ban on nuclear weapons, setting a $500 fine for anyone detonating one within city limits.

4. A bus carrying five passengers was hit by a car in St. Louis, but by the time police arrived on the scene, fourteen pedestrians had boarded the bus and had begun to complain of whiplash injuries and back pain.

5. A convict broke out of jail in Washington, DC, then a few days later accompanied his girlfriend to her trial for robbery. At lunch, he went out for a sandwich. She needed to see him, and thus had him paged. Police officers recognized his name and arrested him as he returned to the courthouse in a car he had stolen over the lunch hour.


REAL HEADLINES!
Panda Mating Fails: Veterinarian Takes Over
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
Typhoon rips Through Cemetery: Hundreds Dead
Include Your Children When Baking Cookies
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Safety Experts Say School Bus Passengers Should Be Belted
Drunk Gets Nine Months In Violin Case
Prostitutes Appeal To Pope
Enraged Cow Injures Farmer With Ax
Plane Too Close To Ground, Crash Probe Told
Miners Refuse To Work After Death
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
Two Sisters Reunite After 18 Years In Checkout Counter
If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile
Enfields Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Cold Wave Linked To Temperatures

Have a great quilting day!
Ami Simms

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