They are all frying pans in our kitchen except cast iron & those are skillets. We use the term spatula very generically. It can mean either the SS spatula to turn the pancakes or the silicon to get the brownie batter out of the bowl & into the pan. The only one that gets its own special name is the off-set spatula. Girls were not allowed to take shop in my HS. I didn't take HE because I hated the thought of sewing. I did not have to take typing because my home teacher had taught me to type 120 WPM by the time I was 12 by watching the evening news sitting on the side of the bed & typing what I heard. She focused me on speed/accuracy only. I had to learn formatting on my own. My HS had a girl's softball team but I don't even remember if they had competitive games against the other district HSs? If so, they sure were not hyped like the guy's sports. I was unable to do things like cheerleading or dance because practice was after school & I had a school arranged job from 12:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m. The job was in lieu of my taking HS classes. I only went to class until 11:30 taking whatever I wanted. All I took were foreign languages (French, German, & Spanish) & a couple literature classes. Dad would not pay for my college unless I became a nurse or teacher...that's all girls should do outside the home. I had trouble applying to colleges 'cause I didn't take the regular HS classes. I took the entrance tests & did great but it was always the same, "Tricia, so how many years of science did you take in HS?" Me, "I did not take any science, history, math, etc. in HS". College entrance counselor, "Oh", followed by a sigh & stare. I puttered around taking various college classes on my own for several years but with no real direction. Didn't matter to me 'cause I had a great job as an international traffic coordinator for a large pharmaceutical company shipping to 102 countries using all those foreign languages I'd learned. A decade later, my current DH, without my knowledge or consent, submitted an art portfolio & application he'd put together of my drawings to an art & design school. I'd gone out to get the mail one day & saw a letter from this school. Thinking it must be an advertising brochure I was anxious to look at it as a fun diversion from cleaning the house. It was my acceptance letter. I phoned DH. He said, "Happy Birthday, honey!" And so began my life as a fine arts student. I just purchased 3 new silicon spatulas. For some reason, when it was just me doing the cooking all I needed was one. Now that DH is our primary cook he needs three! :) /tricia

I finally had the opportunity to watch it tonight, having taped it earlier. I told my husband that we were going to watch it tonight and he exclaimed,Â" IsnÂt this the 49th version of Jane Eyre that you have seen?" Now that may be an exaggeration but I have seen all the movie versions of the novel. For me it is like having a vase of all my favourite flowers and hiring ten different but talented artists painting it. All unique interpretations of my flowers, but each one enjoyable for its perspective. That is the way I looked at this production; and I did enjoy it tremendously. But IÂve liked them all for various reasons. I thought the atmosphere was very well done. It captured that solitary feeling that was so very much part of JaneÂs earlier years. For example, I really felt her emotions when she first arrived at Thornfield  that lantern was the only comfort in what was a strange and intimidating environment. So much remained dark and mysterious, illuminated only by candlelight or fire. As for Rochester, he was younger and more vulnerable looking than my mindÂs version but that was OK  they had definite chemistry, so I forgive JaneÂs only claim to plainness which was heavy eyebrows. IÂve always liked the bedroom scene after Jane rescues Rochester from the fire, "You are leaving me, now, must you?" I told my husband that I would have been totally weak-willed and would have tackled ole Rochester to the bed at that point and, alas, the novel would have ended then, being far, far removed from the classic that it is today. They cheated on the gypsy in this version, though. I prefer Rochester in drag. IÂm glad I taped it so that I can rewatch it . And if someone decides to produce Version #50, IÂll set my TV to record.

Nosoccormom, I have to disagree with your cycling friends. I would not discount the importance of that race to the competitors. It was the world cycling amateur competition. These women are probably training 20 hours a week minimum and are traveling the country racing the circuit. Although these women are a little older, it is these types of races that Olympic athletes are chosen from. It absolutely matters to these women and should not be discounted because it is an amateur race. Neetsie, I have to disagree with you. There are small men and large women, but women overall are at a disadvantage when matched up with a similarly sized man. And many small men are top pro cyclists. Regardless most men are taller and heavier than women and therefore it would reason that most transgender women will be taller and heavier than women. There are not many 5’2” men out there but there are many women that size. I suspect you and many of the people disagreeing with me on this are not competitive athletes. I can tell you that my cyclist women friends are upset at the prospect of transgender competition. They all truly believe transgender women carry an unfair biological advantage. I really do appreciate reading every ones thoughts.

@StephanieZone6binKY, I'm so sorry for the enormous loss of your beloved daughter! I love that you're creating a memorial garden. I don't have a rose comment, but I wanted to mention that this year I planted seeds of the Torch sunflower (Mexican sunflower, Tithonia rotundifolia) and since later summer it's been visited constantly by hummingbirds, butterflies (including a lot of monarchs), and the big fuzzy bumble bees. Wild purple asters that I've been letting reseed are also butterfly magnets. They (all the pollinators) pretty much ignore my roses! But the Torch sunflower is a daily crowd pleaser buffet. ETA: Near where I live, there is a church with a memorial rose garden in the front by the street, where it's available for all passerbys' to view. Each rose has a plaque stake with names of both the beloved and the rose itself. The roses look better than the local public rose garden! I enjoy stopping by to read the names and appreciate the beauty of the roses and the love that inspired each planting.