It's been stormy here the last few days. And it's a good thing. We've been parched, seriously parched. This photo is actually from a year ago, but my roses do look like this today.
I'm being plagued by computer problems these past couple of days. Unable to open both components of Photoshop Elements. The computer in general is acting a little sketchy. I'm concerned that I'm headed for a big crash. Perhaps a memory stick is going. This computer, bless it's heart, is 6 years old and really runs like a top. But it does blow out memory sticks every couple of years.
And so I've been trying to do one more backup (my last one is a couple of months old) before doing some maintenance and repair tasks. But my network is kind of hosed up too. I can see the other computer, but not talk to it. I need to get that fixed today so that I can drag the contents of my hard drive over to the partition on theirs that I've set aside for that purpose.
And work for The Clevelands. And go to Jazz. And have lunch with a friend. And go to the Lutheran's Bible study tonight.
So it will be a busy day. I'll need to stay on task!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
You Do Whaaaat?
Question of the day:
Brush your teeth before breakfast or after?
This came up in a conversation with my friend Jenny last night. She is going to do her weekly weigh-in this morning and I said, "So. Tomorrow morning you'll get up, brush your teeth, weigh yourself, and then get dressed."
"Oh my no!" She said. "I won't brush my teeth."
I thought perhaps it was a joke about weighing as unencumbered as possible...perhaps the toothpaste would add weight (yes, we are twisted). But no...she is of the school that says you brush your teeth after breakfast.
As my dad told Mensa Boy many many years ago, "That's just barbaric."
MB says he changed eventually because he realized he couldn't go up against the entire family. (yeah, he's joking)
He does admit that our family's penchant for showering at night before bed was a change he happily made. It just makes sense. Go to bed nice and clean. The bed stays fresh. Saves time in the morning. Yada yada yada. I do have to say our family's personal hygiene schedule really comes in handy when at the beach with his sister's family, or when we are camping. We have free use of the bathroom at night...no shower traffic jams, no problems with hot water, etc.
Truth is, I simply can't function in the morning without brushing my teeth first. Who knows what sort of mess I'd end up eating for breakfast if I hadn't brushed.
Whaddayoudo?
Brush your teeth before breakfast or after?
This came up in a conversation with my friend Jenny last night. She is going to do her weekly weigh-in this morning and I said, "So. Tomorrow morning you'll get up, brush your teeth, weigh yourself, and then get dressed."
"Oh my no!" She said. "I won't brush my teeth."
I thought perhaps it was a joke about weighing as unencumbered as possible...perhaps the toothpaste would add weight (yes, we are twisted). But no...she is of the school that says you brush your teeth after breakfast.
As my dad told Mensa Boy many many years ago, "That's just barbaric."
MB says he changed eventually because he realized he couldn't go up against the entire family. (yeah, he's joking)
He does admit that our family's penchant for showering at night before bed was a change he happily made. It just makes sense. Go to bed nice and clean. The bed stays fresh. Saves time in the morning. Yada yada yada. I do have to say our family's personal hygiene schedule really comes in handy when at the beach with his sister's family, or when we are camping. We have free use of the bathroom at night...no shower traffic jams, no problems with hot water, etc.
Truth is, I simply can't function in the morning without brushing my teeth first. Who knows what sort of mess I'd end up eating for breakfast if I hadn't brushed.
Whaddayoudo?
Monday, June 11, 2007
Coming Attraction
This old, closed-up theatre in Inman, S.C. had this poster in front. I like the sense of humor.
Yesterday we drove 2.5 hours away from home and dropped Nate out in the middle of the country.
Does that sound like someone taking a batch of kittens out to the country to dump them? In a way it felt like that.
This bothered me more than his first day of kindergarten. This is the first time I've taken one of my kids to a place I've never heard of, dropped him into a situation where I don't know a soul, and I don't know what he'll be doing while he's there.
He'll be fine. But I felt bad for him, a little. Although he seemed to have a fairly good attitude about it. I sent him a text message this morning asking how he slept and he replied that he dropped off right away. He has a pretty severe sunburn from his day on the boat with his best friend's family, so I sent him with Tylenol PM for night and Naproxen Sodium for the daytime.
Yesterday we drove 2.5 hours away from home and dropped Nate out in the middle of the country.
Does that sound like someone taking a batch of kittens out to the country to dump them? In a way it felt like that.
This bothered me more than his first day of kindergarten. This is the first time I've taken one of my kids to a place I've never heard of, dropped him into a situation where I don't know a soul, and I don't know what he'll be doing while he's there.
He'll be fine. But I felt bad for him, a little. Although he seemed to have a fairly good attitude about it. I sent him a text message this morning asking how he slept and he replied that he dropped off right away. He has a pretty severe sunburn from his day on the boat with his best friend's family, so I sent him with Tylenol PM for night and Naproxen Sodium for the daytime.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Peaceful Repose
When I saw this photo I had to remind myself that this is Taylor, not Nate!
Today we drive Nate to Erskine College for the Rotary Youth Leadership Awards (RYLA) conference. It will be a long day in the car...about 3 hours there, and then 3 hours back.
Yesterday was a usual day, with Jazz in the morning (although particularly fun because friend Tambri is back for the summer now that her dance school is on hiatus for a few weeks.), and then lunch at Jumpin' Java in Fort Mill. They really have fantastic salads. But I was so hungry yesterday that I went home after lunch and drank a big glass of chocolate milk too.
Speaking of chocolate milk, I've switched to Silk Soy Milk. I wouldn't say I'm particularly lactose intolerant...I have no problem with dairy products on the whole...but to drink an actual glass of milk does tend to wreak havoc with my digestive system. For several months Mensa Boy and I have bought Lactaid for ourselves to use, but it's just so darn expensive! So on a whim one day I bought a carton of soy milk, which was way cheaper.
It was pretty much just okay. So the next carton I bought was the vanilla-flavored stuff. Now THAT is good. I can't just drink a glass of white milk, so I always put Nestle Quik in it. I end with a sort of milk-shake-like flavor that way. Good stuff!
In the afternoon I went shopping for workout clothes. It was 95 degrees yesterday and both pair of my capris were in the wash. I had to wear long pants at Jazz and I really roasted in those. But I didn't have much luck with the shopping. It turns out that workout clothes are about as hard to shop for as street clothes!
I went to my friend Jenny's house after that and we drove with her kids over to Baxter Village to Alex's Lemonade Stand. The stand was up all day yesterday giving away cups of lemonade in exchange for donations to pediatric cancer research. You can go here to donate online.
Jenny wrote a story about the stand in last Wednesday's Fort Mill Times. She took a photo I am absolutely jealous of. Go here to see that(at least until the link expires).
Today we drive Nate to Erskine College for the Rotary Youth Leadership Awards (RYLA) conference. It will be a long day in the car...about 3 hours there, and then 3 hours back.
Yesterday was a usual day, with Jazz in the morning (although particularly fun because friend Tambri is back for the summer now that her dance school is on hiatus for a few weeks.), and then lunch at Jumpin' Java in Fort Mill. They really have fantastic salads. But I was so hungry yesterday that I went home after lunch and drank a big glass of chocolate milk too.
Speaking of chocolate milk, I've switched to Silk Soy Milk. I wouldn't say I'm particularly lactose intolerant...I have no problem with dairy products on the whole...but to drink an actual glass of milk does tend to wreak havoc with my digestive system. For several months Mensa Boy and I have bought Lactaid for ourselves to use, but it's just so darn expensive! So on a whim one day I bought a carton of soy milk, which was way cheaper.
It was pretty much just okay. So the next carton I bought was the vanilla-flavored stuff. Now THAT is good. I can't just drink a glass of white milk, so I always put Nestle Quik in it. I end with a sort of milk-shake-like flavor that way. Good stuff!
In the afternoon I went shopping for workout clothes. It was 95 degrees yesterday and both pair of my capris were in the wash. I had to wear long pants at Jazz and I really roasted in those. But I didn't have much luck with the shopping. It turns out that workout clothes are about as hard to shop for as street clothes!
I went to my friend Jenny's house after that and we drove with her kids over to Baxter Village to Alex's Lemonade Stand. The stand was up all day yesterday giving away cups of lemonade in exchange for donations to pediatric cancer research. You can go here to donate online.
Jenny wrote a story about the stand in last Wednesday's Fort Mill Times. She took a photo I am absolutely jealous of. Go here to see that(at least until the link expires).
Saturday, June 09, 2007
I Just Like this Photo
I shot this photo last weekend at my friend Tambri's dance school recital. This is Tambri coaching her 3-year-old dancers through the song, "Mr. Sandman."
Friday, June 08, 2007
Sometimes I Surprise Even Myself
This summer I suggested that we not push Nate to get a job. He needed something to keep himself busy, though. Just something to be productive.
Nate has been open to working, but each time we talk about actually going out and applying for jobs, he's had a somewhat violent reaction to it. Finally Mensa Boy said he thought it was the actual talking to strangers and asking for something that might be the problem. Nate is not terribly assertive. He's also expressed concern about boredom. He doesn't want to run a cash register for hours, or stack boxes, or make pizzas. He wanted something interesting. Boredom is really his biggest concern always, which my principal friend Kathy says is common with gifted kids.
It's been easy to knuckle under to his willingness to seek a job because any job he has will have a profound effect on my own life. I would be responsible for driving him to and from said job. And the job would probably take at least 20 minutes to get to, and 20 minutes back. Twice each shift. That's time I'd just as soon not spend driving around in the heat.
So I told him I'd give him a 'bye' on this job thing if he found a way to volunteer. I said he needed to find something that would occupy him 15-20 hours per week. And then I suggested the school.
So for the last two weeks, Nate has been going to our elementary/middle school and being an errand boy for the staff. He has sat with kids during summer school as they work on their reading, supervised bathroom breaks, served snack, shredded office papers, organized keys that have been turned in by the staff, and stacked textbooks.
One day last week the principal told me that they were all arguing about who got him the next day.
He's grumpy each morning...struggling to get up and have breakfast so I can get him the school by 8. But by the time I pick him up at noon or so he's in a good mood, feeling pretty good about what he's accomplished and full of stories of joshing with the staff. One day this week I dropped him off and asked my friend to be sure he got a ride home, as Mensa Boy and I were going to be gone for the day. As I signed him into the computer for the day, I entered his name in as "Dontleave Mehear" and he wore that nametag all morning. Kathy fed him Japanese for lunch and dropped him at home.
I think it's a good experience and will probably keep him occupied most of the summer. We have a lot of moving going on in the school buildings this summer as the high school moves to a new building, renovations begin on the old building to make it into a new middle school, and classrooms are shifted around in the current elementary building.
The downside to this volunteering is that Nate gets no money. For stuff. Like taking his girlfriend out to dinner when she comes to town (she lives an hour or so away), or just to buy things he wants.
One of the items that he kinded of needed was a new mp3 player. His was not compatible with Napster and it's pretty much worn out. It doesn't hold a charge very long. Nate will be going to the Rotary Youth Leadership Awards conference at Erskine College next week and I knew he'd be missing that mp3 player by the end of the first day. It only charges by plugging it into a computer, which he won't have.
So I bought him one. I told him it was an "in-kind payment" for his volunteering at the school. And he's been a mother's helper for me in the afternoon, taking the little boys to the pool for a while most days, doing dishes, handling the bird feeders and anything else I can throw his way.
This is his last summer as a kid, I figure. And probably the last summer I'll have with him here. Might as well make the most of it.
Nate has been open to working, but each time we talk about actually going out and applying for jobs, he's had a somewhat violent reaction to it. Finally Mensa Boy said he thought it was the actual talking to strangers and asking for something that might be the problem. Nate is not terribly assertive. He's also expressed concern about boredom. He doesn't want to run a cash register for hours, or stack boxes, or make pizzas. He wanted something interesting. Boredom is really his biggest concern always, which my principal friend Kathy says is common with gifted kids.
It's been easy to knuckle under to his willingness to seek a job because any job he has will have a profound effect on my own life. I would be responsible for driving him to and from said job. And the job would probably take at least 20 minutes to get to, and 20 minutes back. Twice each shift. That's time I'd just as soon not spend driving around in the heat.
So I told him I'd give him a 'bye' on this job thing if he found a way to volunteer. I said he needed to find something that would occupy him 15-20 hours per week. And then I suggested the school.
So for the last two weeks, Nate has been going to our elementary/middle school and being an errand boy for the staff. He has sat with kids during summer school as they work on their reading, supervised bathroom breaks, served snack, shredded office papers, organized keys that have been turned in by the staff, and stacked textbooks.
One day last week the principal told me that they were all arguing about who got him the next day.
He's grumpy each morning...struggling to get up and have breakfast so I can get him the school by 8. But by the time I pick him up at noon or so he's in a good mood, feeling pretty good about what he's accomplished and full of stories of joshing with the staff. One day this week I dropped him off and asked my friend to be sure he got a ride home, as Mensa Boy and I were going to be gone for the day. As I signed him into the computer for the day, I entered his name in as "Dontleave Mehear" and he wore that nametag all morning. Kathy fed him Japanese for lunch and dropped him at home.
I think it's a good experience and will probably keep him occupied most of the summer. We have a lot of moving going on in the school buildings this summer as the high school moves to a new building, renovations begin on the old building to make it into a new middle school, and classrooms are shifted around in the current elementary building.
The downside to this volunteering is that Nate gets no money. For stuff. Like taking his girlfriend out to dinner when she comes to town (she lives an hour or so away), or just to buy things he wants.
One of the items that he kinded of needed was a new mp3 player. His was not compatible with Napster and it's pretty much worn out. It doesn't hold a charge very long. Nate will be going to the Rotary Youth Leadership Awards conference at Erskine College next week and I knew he'd be missing that mp3 player by the end of the first day. It only charges by plugging it into a computer, which he won't have.
So I bought him one. I told him it was an "in-kind payment" for his volunteering at the school. And he's been a mother's helper for me in the afternoon, taking the little boys to the pool for a while most days, doing dishes, handling the bird feeders and anything else I can throw his way.
This is his last summer as a kid, I figure. And probably the last summer I'll have with him here. Might as well make the most of it.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Just a Day of Play
Mensa Boy and I played yesterday. We went to Boone and kicked around in a couple of shops and had a nice lunch at Bistro Roca in Blowing Rock.
We enjoyed the shadows on this sidewalk and had to stop to photograph it.
We enjoyed the shadows on this sidewalk and had to stop to photograph it.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Hidden Treasures
I shot this photo a couple of weeks ago at my friend Tambri's dance class. Buddy Chris was sitting at a table doing some bookkeeping and I started just shooting around.
This photo came out completely black. Normally when that happens I just delete it without looking at it. But for some reason I opened it in Photoshop and lightened it to see what I had missed.
And there she is!
Today Mensa Boy and I will drive up to the mountains for the day. He has to deliver a preview copy of the magazine to an office up there, so I'll ride along with him. We never had time last week to celebrate our anniversary, so we'll stomp around on some trails and have a nice lunch on my dad, who gave me 50 BUCKS to blow! Thanks Dad!
After we get back this afternoon, I'll go to Chris' (this Chris pictured) Jazzercise class. It will be my 100th for the year and she'll present me with my 100 Club shirt. Chris was the one that got me started with this kind of exercise a few years ago, so it will be fun to get my shirt from her.
This photo came out completely black. Normally when that happens I just delete it without looking at it. But for some reason I opened it in Photoshop and lightened it to see what I had missed.
And there she is!
Today Mensa Boy and I will drive up to the mountains for the day. He has to deliver a preview copy of the magazine to an office up there, so I'll ride along with him. We never had time last week to celebrate our anniversary, so we'll stomp around on some trails and have a nice lunch on my dad, who gave me 50 BUCKS to blow! Thanks Dad!
After we get back this afternoon, I'll go to Chris' (this Chris pictured) Jazzercise class. It will be my 100th for the year and she'll present me with my 100 Club shirt. Chris was the one that got me started with this kind of exercise a few years ago, so it will be fun to get my shirt from her.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Random Nitpicking
Here's another concert photo I shot at the Franklin Graham Festival in Virginia Beach a couple of weeks ago. This is Dennis Agajanian. I love his instrumental stuff. His vocals? Not so much.
And now for the nitpicking part: Here is some text from a Washington Post News Alert bulletin I received yesterday:
News Alert 2:15 p.m. ET Monday, June 4, 2007
Rep. Jefferson Indicted In Corruption Probe
List of 16 alleged violations could keep Louisiana lawmaker in prison for up to 200 years.
Hmmm....keep him in prison for up to 200 years...that would be a trick.
Yesterday as I was driving to home from Target I saw a sign that announced a new building in Blakeney would be opening the "1st quater of 2008."
And Saturday as I drove to the recital in Fort Mill, I passed the HomeArama location...several extremely expensive homes on a home tour...there was a sign tell visitors where to park for "shuttle's."
There's more. There's always plenty of nitpicking for me to do, but my mind is blank.
And now for the nitpicking part: Here is some text from a Washington Post News Alert bulletin I received yesterday:
News Alert 2:15 p.m. ET Monday, June 4, 2007
Rep. Jefferson Indicted In Corruption Probe
List of 16 alleged violations could keep Louisiana lawmaker in prison for up to 200 years.
Hmmm....keep him in prison for up to 200 years...that would be a trick.
Yesterday as I was driving to home from Target I saw a sign that announced a new building in Blakeney would be opening the "1st quater of 2008."
And Saturday as I drove to the recital in Fort Mill, I passed the HomeArama location...several extremely expensive homes on a home tour...there was a sign tell visitors where to park for "shuttle's."
There's more. There's always plenty of nitpicking for me to do, but my mind is blank.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Secret Service Man
Here's a secret service agent talking to his lapel at the Billy Graham Library Dedication on May 31.
One of Mensa Boy's colleagues came up to him and told him that he thought the secret service was working on a plan to have him removed from the event.
Yesterday in church a friend came up to Mensa Boy and said, "So! Big deal on Thursday, huh?"
"Yeah!" MB replied. "Did you know Thelma Lou from Andy Griffith was there?"
One of Mensa Boy's colleagues came up to him and told him that he thought the secret service was working on a plan to have him removed from the event.
Yesterday in church a friend came up to Mensa Boy and said, "So! Big deal on Thursday, huh?"
"Yeah!" MB replied. "Did you know Thelma Lou from Andy Griffith was there?"
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Ballet Vengeance
Yesterday I hung out all day with my friend Tambri's dance kids as they rehearsed and then put on their recital.
Yup. Me.
Dance
Little girls
Make-up
Tutus
I know...I know. But I had a lot of fun. It was hard work, but not as much for me as sound technician and photog as it was for buds Tambri, Chris and Rena. They were wrangling little girls and parents. The only thing I wrangled were stuffed rabbits for the magic act.
This little girl is in the Wee Ballet class. The song is "Leavin' on a Jet Plane." I don't remember at all what part of this song needed this facial expression!
Yup. Me.
Dance
Little girls
Make-up
Tutus
I know...I know. But I had a lot of fun. It was hard work, but not as much for me as sound technician and photog as it was for buds Tambri, Chris and Rena. They were wrangling little girls and parents. The only thing I wrangled were stuffed rabbits for the magic act.
This little girl is in the Wee Ballet class. The song is "Leavin' on a Jet Plane." I don't remember at all what part of this song needed this facial expression!
Friday, June 01, 2007
How Great Thou Art
Sorry about the heads. They made us stand up to sing this hymn. You can see a larger view of this photo, (and leave comments or see the others from this event)by clicking on it.
Last night as we lay in bed Mensa Boy said to me, "Did you ever imagine 25 years ago that we'd end up at an event like today?"
No.
Yesterday the Billy Graham Library was dedicated. The event was attended by 3 ex-presidents. There was a little music, a bit of speechifying, a LOT of praying. It was fun, despite the 94 degree heat. I think a good time was had by all 1500 of us. Mr. Graham did remark, however, that he felt like he was at his own funeral!
I can't imagine anyone not knowing who all these guys are in this photo, but just in case:
(from left) Franklin Graham, George Beverly "Bev" Shea, Cliff Barrows, George H.W. Bush, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton. All singing "How Great Thou Art." Mr. Graham is seated behind Shea and Barrows.
Last night as we lay in bed Mensa Boy said to me, "Did you ever imagine 25 years ago that we'd end up at an event like today?"
No.
Yesterday the Billy Graham Library was dedicated. The event was attended by 3 ex-presidents. There was a little music, a bit of speechifying, a LOT of praying. It was fun, despite the 94 degree heat. I think a good time was had by all 1500 of us. Mr. Graham did remark, however, that he felt like he was at his own funeral!
I can't imagine anyone not knowing who all these guys are in this photo, but just in case:
(from left) Franklin Graham, George Beverly "Bev" Shea, Cliff Barrows, George H.W. Bush, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton. All singing "How Great Thou Art." Mr. Graham is seated behind Shea and Barrows.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Spider Lilies
I went to Landsford Canal State Park in Fort Lawn, SC on Monday to see the spider lilies. This colony of lilies is very large, spanning the Catawba River. It seems to take up about 1/4 of a mile of the river. To really appreciate them, you need to be in a canoe. I'll work very hard to do that next year.
This was taken with my 55-200mm zoom lens. This is one of the few times when I might not have minded having and lugging a longer lens. Maybe someday...when my friend Rena wins the lottery. Of course, I need to get her to actually BUY a lottery ticket!
This was taken with my 55-200mm zoom lens. This is one of the few times when I might not have minded having and lugging a longer lens. Maybe someday...when my friend Rena wins the lottery. Of course, I need to get her to actually BUY a lottery ticket!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Israel Houghton & New Breed
I'd never heard of this band before. Israel Houghton and New Breed were at the Franklin Graham Festival in Virginia Beach May 19.
I have no idea who this band member is. I've been googling around trying to find names and photos of the members and am not having much luck. If you know (Kristen), email me.
They are rockier than I normally prefer, but I enjoyed their presentation. I shot this photo on the floor. Festival organizers had given a relatively small number of festival goers armbands so that they could be on the floor right under the stage.
I like this photo because the colors are so good and the image is sharp. I did not do any post production on this one.
I have no idea who this band member is. I've been googling around trying to find names and photos of the members and am not having much luck. If you know (Kristen), email me.
They are rockier than I normally prefer, but I enjoyed their presentation. I shot this photo on the floor. Festival organizers had given a relatively small number of festival goers armbands so that they could be on the floor right under the stage.
I like this photo because the colors are so good and the image is sharp. I did not do any post production on this one.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
May 29, 1982
He was 12 and I was 15. Uh huh.
It's been 25 years today and I must say, as marriages go, it's been pretty easy. For me, at least. All my friends and family call him "PoorBob," so I can't really say much about how it's been for him!
Each year I ask him how many years it FEELS like we've been married. This year the answer was "more like 16 and-a-half."
So I figure he can't be too miserable!
I love you, Mensa Boy!
It's been 25 years today and I must say, as marriages go, it's been pretty easy. For me, at least. All my friends and family call him "PoorBob," so I can't really say much about how it's been for him!
Each year I ask him how many years it FEELS like we've been married. This year the answer was "more like 16 and-a-half."
So I figure he can't be too miserable!
I love you, Mensa Boy!
Monday, May 28, 2007
Lean on Me
Did they lean on each other in life? Any inscriptions that might have been on these tombstones have been completely obliterated by time and weather.
We found Old Stone Cemetery in Fort Lawn, S.C. on highway 21. We were on our way to Landsford Canal State Park to see the spider lilies.
We arrived at the perfect time of day. The sun was low and thinking about setting and the shadows and filters of light really brought a wonderful atmosphere to this old burial ground.
I've organized the cemetery photos into a group called "cemetery" on my Flickr account. You'll have to register for a Yahoo! email address to see them.
We found Old Stone Cemetery in Fort Lawn, S.C. on highway 21. We were on our way to Landsford Canal State Park to see the spider lilies.
We arrived at the perfect time of day. The sun was low and thinking about setting and the shadows and filters of light really brought a wonderful atmosphere to this old burial ground.
I've organized the cemetery photos into a group called "cemetery" on my Flickr account. You'll have to register for a Yahoo! email address to see them.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
World's Longest Headline?
"Q&A with Linda Short, the soon-to-retire Chester lawmaker who's the lone woman in the Senate"
The Lancaster News, Sunday, May 27, 2007
It's probably not the longest. Here's another loooooonnnng one I found:
"Catch of a lifetime? With no blockbuster draft-day offers, the Lions snapped up Calvin Johnson, the best receiver to enter the NFL in years. Matt Millen might finally get Detroit on track -- and the fans off his back."
Sports Illustrated, week of April 30, 2007 (this not verified. I obtained this info from MLive.com, an ezine "all about Michigan." THANKS GOOGLE!
The Lancaster News, Sunday, May 27, 2007
It's probably not the longest. Here's another loooooonnnng one I found:
"Catch of a lifetime? With no blockbuster draft-day offers, the Lions snapped up Calvin Johnson, the best receiver to enter the NFL in years. Matt Millen might finally get Detroit on track -- and the fans off his back."
Sports Illustrated, week of April 30, 2007 (this not verified. I obtained this info from MLive.com, an ezine "all about Michigan." THANKS GOOGLE!
Jamestown Barracks
This is a photo Taylor took on our day at Jamestown. He was standing inside the chimney of a barracks shell that had been erected. The exhibit was designed to show how rough-hewn wood was used to build a shell for the buildings.
I like this shot a lot. The contrasts and shadows are very cool. Taylor took quite a few shots that were partly shadows. His turn out well when he does that. Mine don't seem to most of the time. This was photo was not enhanced at all with Photoshop.
I like this shot a lot. The contrasts and shadows are very cool. Taylor took quite a few shots that were partly shadows. His turn out well when he does that. Mine don't seem to most of the time. This was photo was not enhanced at all with Photoshop.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Fresh Strawberry Cupcakes
1 3/4 c all-purpose flour
1 t baking soda
1 c sugar
1/2 c chopped walnuts
2 eggs
1/2 c vegetable oil
1/2 t almond or vanilla extract
1 pkg frozen sweet strawberries or 1 cup (10 oz) crushed fresh strawberries mixed with 3 T sugar
Mix together flour, baking soda, sugar and nuts in a bowl. In another bowl, beat together eggs, flavoring and oil until well blended. Add strawberries and beat at slow speed of mixer until berries are partially broken. Beat in flour mixture slowly until smooth, but pieces of berries are still visible. Pour batter into greased muffin tins, filling to half.
Bake at 350 deg F for 30 minutes, or until they test done. Or, bake in greased 9x5x3" loaf pan for at 350 deg F for 1 hour, or until done. Sprinkle with powdered sugar if desired.
From http://www.razzledazzlerecipes.com
Leave the Strawberries Alone!
For The Carolina Gateway (May 16, 2007)
The crop of strawberries is so outrageously sweet and succulent this year it’s almost a travesty to cook them. Just put them in a bowl on your counter and the family will gobble them up faster than you can say “save some for me!” I put mine in the handle basket on the counter and warned my guys that there would be trouble if they ate so many that I wouldn’t have enough to make the two desserts that I needed for the newspaper. 12-year old Taylor solved the problem by implementing a “strawberry debit sheet.” He listed all our names and instructed each of us to make a hash mark for each berry we consumed. Dire warnings were posted (on my behalf by Taylor) on the bottom of the sheet. Sometime later, when older son Nate noted that Taylor has 3 hash marks, he accused him of eating 111 berries!
If you do feel compelled to do something fancy with strawberries, try to cook them as little as possible and be sure to go easy on the added sugar. The berries are so sweet this year that you can easily lose the fruity goodness by adding too much sweetener. For your ice cream and shortcake toppings, try just mashing them a little with a fork and letting them sit for a few minutes. I think you’ll find they don’t need any sugar at all.
It’s natural to want to preserve the bounty for later. The easiest and freshest way is to simply freeze the berries in a single layer on a cookie sheet in the freezer. Once they are frozen through, drop them into zip-top bags and return them to the freezer for later use. They will keep this way for up to a year. Once they thaw they will be mushy, but the flavor will be just as fresh. Thawed frozen berries are perfect for muffins, cakes and syrups.
Many home cooks like to make strawberry preserves. If you aren’t up to the canning process, you can make a simple frozen jam. Mix together 2 cups of crushed strawberries (about a quart of strawberries will crush to 2 cups) and sugar to taste (up to 3/4 cup). Set aside. Place 4 cups of water, and a box of Sure Gel® in a saucepan. Bring it to a boil and let it boil for 1 minute, stirring constantly. Add the water mixture to the berry mixture and stir about 3 minutes. Pour the mixture into sterile freezer containers. Cover tightly and let sit in the refrigerator for 24 hours, then freeze. Thawed, the preserves will keep in the refrigerator up to 3 weeks.
But do yourself a favor—don’t cancel out the health benefits of strawberries (1 cup will give you 50% of your daily requirement of vitamin C and 15% of your needed fiber) by dumping a lot of sugar on them. Just clean them and eat them raw and fresh.
Gotta go. Everyone else is up over a dozen berries a piece. I’m way behind and one thing I’ve learned about goodies in this family: you snooze, you lose!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Our Lunch Adventure
Yesterday my friend Nannette took me out to lunch. We went to the Penguin Drive-In in Charlotte. Nannette has lived here all her life, heard about the Penguin all her life, and never eaten there.
We drove and drove and drove and missed our turn once. We ended up calling Mensa Boy at his office to see where we went wrong. (note to self: give Nannette a map of Charlotte for her car...just for my own peace of mind)
We finally found the place, and saw all these folks standing outside chatting, drinking various beverages...mostly sweet tea, of course.
The building is no bigger than an auto repair shop. And it's not a drive-in anymore. When we opened the door, we saw maybe 15 tables in there, a bar in front of the grill, and it was packed and noisy. We looked at each other, wondering if we should stay.
The hostess came up to us and said "Come in and shut the door." I told her we weren't sure if we were staying.
"Of course you'll stay, and it will be worth the wait," she replied.
She took my name, suggested we get a drink and hang around. "I'll come find you when I have a table for you."
"So we can wait outside and you'll find us?" I asked.
"I don't care what you do, as long as you clean up your own mess," she said.
And so we hung around. Soaking in the racket and the people and mainly watching the hostess. The girl was maybe in her late 20s? With a bright red eye shadow. I was fascinated by the eye shadow. And the way she and the obvious regulars greeted each other. Big hugs, loud exclamations. You know, those of you ladies that might have trouble with fellows looking at you with their eyes focused lower than your face? Try a stripe of scarlet-colored eye shadow above each eye. That should keep their attention focused on your face. For a while, anyway. Maybe you ought to have little designs drawn up there...
The fellow who was the waiter was also fascinating. He had this earring that looked like two claws hooked together on either side of his earlobe. Later Nannette commented that his hairstyle made him kind of look like a penguin. All swept upward into a point. I admit I hadn't noticed that.
After about 15-20 minutes, we were given a table. Big enough for 4. There were still a few folks waiting, so we told the hostess we'd be happy to share a table with another couple. We figured no one could hear our conversation anyway...we'd be lucky if we could hear each other!
I don't think people make that offer very often. The hostess seemed a bit surprised and then went to figure out who would be game to sit with two strangers. She brought us a nice couple from Ohio who were in town for Speed Street. They come every year and like to try restaurants they hear about. They'd heard about the Penguin on the Food Network.
We ended up talking to them throughout our meal, and the waiter stopped by every once in a while to be sure we were "getting along." They ordered fried pickles, which I'd never had. Apparently that is a delicacy in Ohio as well. The order they received was huge, so they shared them with us. I had one...when they were very hot. I have to say I liked it. But I didn't have any more because I was under the impression that they would not be very good once they cooled.
We talked about various places to eat. They had gone to Statesville the day before and eaten at Carolina Bar B Q of Statesville...our family ate there last year and really liked it. I asked them if they'd tried Bill Spoon's BBQ in Charlotte. They had not, so I told them about where it was. And we told them about South 21 Drive-In.
The burgers were pretty good. If I lived in the neighborhood, I imagine I'd go there when jones-ing for a good burger. It's a lot like Matt's in Minneapolis, or the 5-8 Club.
It was a fun lunch! Took 3.5 hours total, but very fun. I think we are going to try to hit some other fun places throughout the summer. And I will definitely put a map in her car. Even if I have to do it when she's not looking!
We drove and drove and drove and missed our turn once. We ended up calling Mensa Boy at his office to see where we went wrong. (note to self: give Nannette a map of Charlotte for her car...just for my own peace of mind)
We finally found the place, and saw all these folks standing outside chatting, drinking various beverages...mostly sweet tea, of course.
The building is no bigger than an auto repair shop. And it's not a drive-in anymore. When we opened the door, we saw maybe 15 tables in there, a bar in front of the grill, and it was packed and noisy. We looked at each other, wondering if we should stay.
The hostess came up to us and said "Come in and shut the door." I told her we weren't sure if we were staying.
"Of course you'll stay, and it will be worth the wait," she replied.
She took my name, suggested we get a drink and hang around. "I'll come find you when I have a table for you."
"So we can wait outside and you'll find us?" I asked.
"I don't care what you do, as long as you clean up your own mess," she said.
And so we hung around. Soaking in the racket and the people and mainly watching the hostess. The girl was maybe in her late 20s? With a bright red eye shadow. I was fascinated by the eye shadow. And the way she and the obvious regulars greeted each other. Big hugs, loud exclamations. You know, those of you ladies that might have trouble with fellows looking at you with their eyes focused lower than your face? Try a stripe of scarlet-colored eye shadow above each eye. That should keep their attention focused on your face. For a while, anyway. Maybe you ought to have little designs drawn up there...
The fellow who was the waiter was also fascinating. He had this earring that looked like two claws hooked together on either side of his earlobe. Later Nannette commented that his hairstyle made him kind of look like a penguin. All swept upward into a point. I admit I hadn't noticed that.
After about 15-20 minutes, we were given a table. Big enough for 4. There were still a few folks waiting, so we told the hostess we'd be happy to share a table with another couple. We figured no one could hear our conversation anyway...we'd be lucky if we could hear each other!
I don't think people make that offer very often. The hostess seemed a bit surprised and then went to figure out who would be game to sit with two strangers. She brought us a nice couple from Ohio who were in town for Speed Street. They come every year and like to try restaurants they hear about. They'd heard about the Penguin on the Food Network.
We ended up talking to them throughout our meal, and the waiter stopped by every once in a while to be sure we were "getting along." They ordered fried pickles, which I'd never had. Apparently that is a delicacy in Ohio as well. The order they received was huge, so they shared them with us. I had one...when they were very hot. I have to say I liked it. But I didn't have any more because I was under the impression that they would not be very good once they cooled.
We talked about various places to eat. They had gone to Statesville the day before and eaten at Carolina Bar B Q of Statesville...our family ate there last year and really liked it. I asked them if they'd tried Bill Spoon's BBQ in Charlotte. They had not, so I told them about where it was. And we told them about South 21 Drive-In.
The burgers were pretty good. If I lived in the neighborhood, I imagine I'd go there when jones-ing for a good burger. It's a lot like Matt's in Minneapolis, or the 5-8 Club.
It was a fun lunch! Took 3.5 hours total, but very fun. I think we are going to try to hit some other fun places throughout the summer. And I will definitely put a map in her car. Even if I have to do it when she's not looking!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Passing on the Skill
My dad has a special way of putting away his extension cords. It looks like a chain, compacts the cord nicely, and is easily undone with just a tug.
He taught his method to Mensa Boy. Mensa Boy says he forgot how for a while, but now he's remembered and here he is passing this method on to Taylor.
On another note: Yesterday I paid Roto Rooter $109 to come flush two toilets.
Yup. Just flush them.
The toilets have been a consistent problem here...the two that are used by the younger generation. Yesterday morning Mensa Boy said that he could not satisfactorily unplug them...they still drained slowly.
So I called Roto Rooter.
The fellow came in the door, flushed them and they worked great. He tossed lots of paper in there to clog them...still worked great.
ARGH!
He taught his method to Mensa Boy. Mensa Boy says he forgot how for a while, but now he's remembered and here he is passing this method on to Taylor.
On another note: Yesterday I paid Roto Rooter $109 to come flush two toilets.
Yup. Just flush them.
The toilets have been a consistent problem here...the two that are used by the younger generation. Yesterday morning Mensa Boy said that he could not satisfactorily unplug them...they still drained slowly.
So I called Roto Rooter.
The fellow came in the door, flushed them and they worked great. He tossed lots of paper in there to clog them...still worked great.
ARGH!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Dedicated to the Show "24"
Please release me
let me go
for I don't love you anymore
To waste our lives would be a sin
Release me and let me love again
let me go
for I don't love you anymore
To waste our lives would be a sin
Release me and let me love again
Monday, May 21, 2007
It's the Man's Job
"Hi! Welcome home! Would you please unclog the toilets first? Two of them are stopped up and the only one available is mine. Which I just cleaned. There are 3 boys in the house right now."
Another Taylorism
Taylor: "They should have a pie store."
Me: "You mean a store that sells pie? Like Baker's Square?"
Taylor: "No. A store where everything costs $3.14."
Me: "You mean a store that sells pie? Like Baker's Square?"
Taylor: "No. A store where everything costs $3.14."
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Travelin' Travelin' Through
Today Taylor and I head home from Norfolk. We had a very fun day yesterday at Jamestown. Even though our visit there was sandwiched between terrible traffic delays (2 hours held up on the way and 1.5 hours held us up on the way back...accidents), we had a good time.
We got back to Norfolk just in time to go the Franklin Graham Festival in downtown Virginia Beach. Guest artists were Nicole C. Mullen and Third Day. There was another band I hadn't heard of before...Isaiah and somebody. They were also very wonderful! We sat down on the main floor at the press table, so we were just a few yards from stage.
Taylor pretty much never complains. Until he just hits the wall with fatigue. And even then it's pretty much just "I'm ready to go home now."
But he's not ready to go back to Indian Land. He wants to stay here and tour naval shipyards and stuff.
We'll definitely have to come back.
edit: Israel Houghton and New Breed was the name of the other band. Thanks Kristen!
We got back to Norfolk just in time to go the Franklin Graham Festival in downtown Virginia Beach. Guest artists were Nicole C. Mullen and Third Day. There was another band I hadn't heard of before...Isaiah and somebody. They were also very wonderful! We sat down on the main floor at the press table, so we were just a few yards from stage.
Taylor pretty much never complains. Until he just hits the wall with fatigue. And even then it's pretty much just "I'm ready to go home now."
But he's not ready to go back to Indian Land. He wants to stay here and tour naval shipyards and stuff.
We'll definitely have to come back.
edit: Israel Houghton and New Breed was the name of the other band. Thanks Kristen!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
How Far is Long Distance?
We are in Virginia Beach, VA! Mensa Boy is working here this week and so Taylor and I came up to see what he does and to just hang out. Nate is at his buddy Ryan's house for the weekend.
I'm pretty lucky. Most moms get to hear about puke and snot and motocross and stuff when they travel with their young sons. I get to hear detailed descriptions of SpongeBob episodes and am asked questions that make me wonder at the creativity of this young person that is my spawn.
Yesterday's first question was, "how far is long distance?"
From there we discussed cruise control, RPM, cooling lights and those little prongy things that stick out under the 0 mph and the 120 mgh. If they got snapped off somehow, could you go faster?
We took a wrong turn when entering the city last night and ended up in a rather scary section of town with just about no gas. And no map. So we stopped in at a gas station and bought a map and discovered we were quite close to a major intersection. Taylor was obviously concerned at first, but seemed to appreciate my navigating skills.
We found out hotel, which turned out to be somewhat of a resort and spa. We were escorted to our room by a bellman who also works at EB Games. Lucky Taylor! But after we were all checked in, he said "I think I'd rather stay at cheaper hotels. I'm more comfortable when I'm treated like dirt!"
Today he gets to choose what we do for sightseeing. I mentioned the naval shipyards and he jumped at that.
Then I mentioned Jamestown.
And he immediately touched my heart by choosing that. Maybe there's a history major in there somewhere?
I'm pretty lucky. Most moms get to hear about puke and snot and motocross and stuff when they travel with their young sons. I get to hear detailed descriptions of SpongeBob episodes and am asked questions that make me wonder at the creativity of this young person that is my spawn.
Yesterday's first question was, "how far is long distance?"
From there we discussed cruise control, RPM, cooling lights and those little prongy things that stick out under the 0 mph and the 120 mgh. If they got snapped off somehow, could you go faster?
We took a wrong turn when entering the city last night and ended up in a rather scary section of town with just about no gas. And no map. So we stopped in at a gas station and bought a map and discovered we were quite close to a major intersection. Taylor was obviously concerned at first, but seemed to appreciate my navigating skills.
We found out hotel, which turned out to be somewhat of a resort and spa. We were escorted to our room by a bellman who also works at EB Games. Lucky Taylor! But after we were all checked in, he said "I think I'd rather stay at cheaper hotels. I'm more comfortable when I'm treated like dirt!"
Today he gets to choose what we do for sightseeing. I mentioned the naval shipyards and he jumped at that.
Then I mentioned Jamestown.
And he immediately touched my heart by choosing that. Maybe there's a history major in there somewhere?
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Family Communications
I always tell someone where I'm going and when I anticipate being back.
It's just polite.
But often not effective.
My friends tell me that, when they call for me and I'm not here, the answer is usually "I don't know where she is. I don't know when she'll be back." or "She's at the farm."
It doesn't matter what day or time of the day, they often will tell callers I'm at the farm. I have no idea why.
I left this note for Nate one day when the three of us scattered in all directions and no one knew when they'd be back.
He didn't seem to appreciate it.
It's just polite.
But often not effective.
My friends tell me that, when they call for me and I'm not here, the answer is usually "I don't know where she is. I don't know when she'll be back." or "She's at the farm."
It doesn't matter what day or time of the day, they often will tell callers I'm at the farm. I have no idea why.
I left this note for Nate one day when the three of us scattered in all directions and no one knew when they'd be back.
He didn't seem to appreciate it.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Pleasant Surprises
Several weeks ago older son Nate was selected by the school to be sent to The Rotary Youth Leadership Awards (RYLA) Seminar at Erskine College this summer. The seminar lasts a week. The Indian Land Rotary is sponsoring him, paying his tuition and they have offered to drive him there. I'll probably take care of that.
I have not known anything at all about the rotary before. Our Indian Land rotary is a brand new group, chartering just a few months ago. Several of my friends are members. They are business and community leaders. Just by virtue of the fact that these wonderful people belong, I've considered that this must be a great organization.
I knew that each person who attends RYLA will receive a $1000 scholarship to Erskine.
I did not know that Nate would be presented this gift at the high school awards ceremony on Monday. In fact, I didn't know about the awards ceremony itself until that morning.
I walked into the ceremony and one of Nate's teachers said, "Oh hey! You just missed it?"
"Missed what?" I asked.
"They gave Nate his award." she replied.
"What award?" I asked. And she told me.
I asked Nate why he didn't tell me he would be presented that morning.
"I didn't know about it," he said. "I was sitting there, and [the counselor] started talking about the next award. He was describing it, and I thought, 'hmmm...that sounds like what I'm doing.' And then he called my name!"
Then last night the Indian Land guy called to ask if I'd received the packet of info about the conference. We talked for a few minutes and he said, "You know, there is a lot of scholarship money out there for these kids that go to RYLA. Full ride scholarships. And lots of them go to Erskine."
He also said the local rotary would like Nate to speak their breakfast when he comes back, and they would like him to help them start a youth chapter at the school next year.
This is so exciting! I can barely stand it!
I have not known anything at all about the rotary before. Our Indian Land rotary is a brand new group, chartering just a few months ago. Several of my friends are members. They are business and community leaders. Just by virtue of the fact that these wonderful people belong, I've considered that this must be a great organization.
I knew that each person who attends RYLA will receive a $1000 scholarship to Erskine.
I did not know that Nate would be presented this gift at the high school awards ceremony on Monday. In fact, I didn't know about the awards ceremony itself until that morning.
I walked into the ceremony and one of Nate's teachers said, "Oh hey! You just missed it?"
"Missed what?" I asked.
"They gave Nate his award." she replied.
"What award?" I asked. And she told me.
I asked Nate why he didn't tell me he would be presented that morning.
"I didn't know about it," he said. "I was sitting there, and [the counselor] started talking about the next award. He was describing it, and I thought, 'hmmm...that sounds like what I'm doing.' And then he called my name!"
Then last night the Indian Land guy called to ask if I'd received the packet of info about the conference. We talked for a few minutes and he said, "You know, there is a lot of scholarship money out there for these kids that go to RYLA. Full ride scholarships. And lots of them go to Erskine."
He also said the local rotary would like Nate to speak their breakfast when he comes back, and they would like him to help them start a youth chapter at the school next year.
This is so exciting! I can barely stand it!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
The Graduate
My baby brother finished his college degree this spring. It was a long haul for him. He went into the Air Force out of high school and, after a 4-year hitch, he got out and worked for a while.
After a couple of years of that, and accumulating a wonderful wife, a cute house, and two Australian Shepherds, he went to college part time.
And in true Ted style, none of us found out he'd completed the degree until a bit after it all happened. Unlike my sister and I, Ted did not call up everyone and crow about his accomplishment. I wasn't there when my parents found out, but I imagine it probably just slipped into casual conversation one day.
Congratulations Ted-reeko!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
The Meal That Doesn't Want to Be
Every once in a while, the best intentions just go awry.
It's 7:08 and we have still not eaten supper.
I started the fire at 5:30. But I waited to put the pork chops on until the potatoes were nearly done.
By the time I decided to put the chops on, the fire had completely burned up.
Re-started the fire.
I just put the chops on.
The potatoes are very close to being burnt.
It's 7:08 and we have still not eaten supper.
I started the fire at 5:30. But I waited to put the pork chops on until the potatoes were nearly done.
By the time I decided to put the chops on, the fire had completely burned up.
Re-started the fire.
I just put the chops on.
The potatoes are very close to being burnt.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Table Conversation
"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," I said.
"Well, now...that doesn't make sense. What if the pot isn't black?" Nate wanted to know.
And from there it all degenerated.
One thing I will definitely miss about having Taylor in 6th grade is his constant references to his two male teachers.
"Mr. B-- says this,"
"Mr. B--thinks that."
"I think Mr. P plays 'Warcraft' when we are all doing our deskwork."
"I'm worried that Mr. B--is addicted to caffeine."
"Mr. P--is always saying we should think outside the box."
I sure do hope he gets 7th grade teachers that are half as good as the team he had this year. He struggled in math and gotten a little lazy periodically in Social Studies, but for the most part he's had a great year.
"Well, now...that doesn't make sense. What if the pot isn't black?" Nate wanted to know.
And from there it all degenerated.
One thing I will definitely miss about having Taylor in 6th grade is his constant references to his two male teachers.
"Mr. B-- says this,"
"Mr. B--thinks that."
"I think Mr. P plays 'Warcraft' when we are all doing our deskwork."
"I'm worried that Mr. B--is addicted to caffeine."
"Mr. P--is always saying we should think outside the box."
I sure do hope he gets 7th grade teachers that are half as good as the team he had this year. He struggled in math and gotten a little lazy periodically in Social Studies, but for the most part he's had a great year.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
New 7 Wonders of the World
So we've all heard about the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World:
The commonly known Seven Ancient Wonders of the World were all man-made monuments, selected by Philon of Byzantium in 200 B.C. Today, only the Pyramids of Giza in Egypt remain.His selection of wonders was essentially a travel guide for fellow Athenians, and the stunning sites were all located around the Mediterranean basin, the then-known world.
The monuments he chose, to be remembered in perpetuity, were:
The Lighthouse of Alexandria
The Temple of Artemis
The Statue of Zeus
The Colossus of Rhodes
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
The Mausoleum of Halicarnassus
The Pyramids of Egypt
All had been built between 2,500 B.C. and 200 B.C.
The commonly known Seven Ancient Wonders of the World were all man-made monuments, selected by Philon of Byzantium in 200 B.C. Today, only the Pyramids of Giza in Egypt remain.His selection of wonders was essentially a travel guide for fellow Athenians, and the stunning sites were all located around the Mediterranean basin, the then-known world.
The monuments he chose, to be remembered in perpetuity, were:
The Lighthouse of Alexandria
The Temple of Artemis
The Statue of Zeus
The Colossus of Rhodes
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
The Mausoleum of Halicarnassus
The Pyramids of Egypt
All had been built between 2,500 B.C. and 200 B.C.
Well, since only the Pyramids remain, there is an organization now that has decided it would be good if new wonders were selected. But rather than having the sites chosen by only one guy, they have launched a project enabling people from all over the world to vote on them.
21 sites are listed on their website. Votes will be collected until July 7.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Bed Perspectives
3:11 a.m.
ME: "Hey!"
HE: "You've got all the covers!"
6:07 a.m.
ME: "Yeah...look. I don't have hardly any covers."
HE: "You gave 'em to me."
ME: "Hey!"
HE: "You've got all the covers!"
6:07 a.m.
ME: "Yeah...look. I don't have hardly any covers."
HE: "You gave 'em to me."
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
I've Been Remiss
I haven't posted since late April. And here it is almost the middle of May.
School is winding down and so of course there is stuff going on over there. Now we are in the middle of standardized tests, so I'm helping monitor test-takers each day. 5 days in all. It's not too bad. I take a book and just glance around. There are two adults for each group. Each day it's about 3 hours.
Mensa Boy has done quite a bit of traveling these past few weeks and there will be more coming up. I think things won't die down until the second week of June.
Nate needs to find a job for the summer. I suggested to him last night that he list a few places he'd like to work. He mentioned Lowe's Home Improvement, but that would be a bit of a drive. I'd like to see him within 10 minutes of home, since I'll be taking him to and from work most of the time.
Taylor does not have plans for the summer at this point. Our boy Freddy, who comes here after school, will be with us most of the summer and they will have a good time. We've also talked about Taylor taking some pottery lessons from a friend of mine, and he may also go to Minnesota for a week-long visit before we go up there.
I do not have summer plans. The school stories will of course fall away, so I'll be hoping to pick up some other interesting things to write about. But I would also like to do some painting here at the house. We still have a few rooms that have not any paint at all. Still the contractor's flat cream color from 2002. Yeah, we are slow about stuff like that.
So this is a dull post. Sorry about that. Perhaps one of these days I'll post a message full of righteous indignation that my least favorite people won "The Amazing Race." Maybe I'll save that for when "American Idol" and "Survivor" all wind up.
Oh. The snake. I didn't mention the 12-foot python.
There are not too many people who can get me to stuff like this. Best friend Rena was able to talk me into going to her brother's to take a photo of the 12-foot, dead python they found in their shed. My photos did not turn out...as it was all crawling with MAGGOTS! The assumption is that someone had it for a pet and could not care for it any longer, releasing it outside.
hmpf. Just tried to put Eric's photo on here and it won't upload.
School is winding down and so of course there is stuff going on over there. Now we are in the middle of standardized tests, so I'm helping monitor test-takers each day. 5 days in all. It's not too bad. I take a book and just glance around. There are two adults for each group. Each day it's about 3 hours.
Mensa Boy has done quite a bit of traveling these past few weeks and there will be more coming up. I think things won't die down until the second week of June.
Nate needs to find a job for the summer. I suggested to him last night that he list a few places he'd like to work. He mentioned Lowe's Home Improvement, but that would be a bit of a drive. I'd like to see him within 10 minutes of home, since I'll be taking him to and from work most of the time.
Taylor does not have plans for the summer at this point. Our boy Freddy, who comes here after school, will be with us most of the summer and they will have a good time. We've also talked about Taylor taking some pottery lessons from a friend of mine, and he may also go to Minnesota for a week-long visit before we go up there.
I do not have summer plans. The school stories will of course fall away, so I'll be hoping to pick up some other interesting things to write about. But I would also like to do some painting here at the house. We still have a few rooms that have not any paint at all. Still the contractor's flat cream color from 2002. Yeah, we are slow about stuff like that.
So this is a dull post. Sorry about that. Perhaps one of these days I'll post a message full of righteous indignation that my least favorite people won "The Amazing Race." Maybe I'll save that for when "American Idol" and "Survivor" all wind up.
Oh. The snake. I didn't mention the 12-foot python.
There are not too many people who can get me to stuff like this. Best friend Rena was able to talk me into going to her brother's to take a photo of the 12-foot, dead python they found in their shed. My photos did not turn out...as it was all crawling with MAGGOTS! The assumption is that someone had it for a pet and could not care for it any longer, releasing it outside.
hmpf. Just tried to put Eric's photo on here and it won't upload.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Pushed Over the Edge
The bread I normally buy was not available at the grocery store the other day. So I bought some different stuff.
Let me just say that I always buy whole wheat bread. I never buy white bread.
But apparently Taylor took exception to this particular brand of bread that I bought the other day. Yesterday he left me this note.
This morning Mensa Boy took the offending loaf out of the bread drawer and said, "Is this the bread that pushed Taylor over the edge?"
(In very tiny print on the lower left side of this note, Mensa Boy put a comment: "Whole wheat bread is really fun." Taylor is not amused)
Friday, April 20, 2007
Evidence
Found this in Taylor's room this morning when I went in to wake him up.
How do you suppose he so neatly got the tops off all these cans?
PERHAPS WITH A CAN OPENER???
How do you suppose he so neatly got the tops off all these cans?
PERHAPS WITH A CAN OPENER???
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Disappearing and Reappearing
Yesterday I made goulash, a family favorite. It requires opening a can or two of tomatoes.
I searched high and low for the can opener. I pulled everything out of the drawer...which is no mean feat. That drawer is very very large and is the standard kitchen catch-all drawer.
Fleeting through my mind was that Mom and Dad had walked off with it.
Of course they wouldn't have done that.
I was so desperate that I called Mensa Boy. He's out of town.
"Have you seen the can opener?"
"No. It's not in the...."
"Of course not."
"Of course not."
(drives me crazy when he asks me if whatever I'm looking for isn't in the place it belongs...)
So after a minute or so of questioning (I thought perhaps he'd used it for a project a while back), We hung up. I got the opener from the camping box, finished supper.
After supper I did the dishes.
And dropped the carrot peeler back into the drawer.
Right on top of the can opener.
No one is fessing up.
I searched high and low for the can opener. I pulled everything out of the drawer...which is no mean feat. That drawer is very very large and is the standard kitchen catch-all drawer.
Fleeting through my mind was that Mom and Dad had walked off with it.
Of course they wouldn't have done that.
I was so desperate that I called Mensa Boy. He's out of town.
"Have you seen the can opener?"
"No. It's not in the...."
"Of course not."
"Of course not."
(drives me crazy when he asks me if whatever I'm looking for isn't in the place it belongs...)
So after a minute or so of questioning (I thought perhaps he'd used it for a project a while back), We hung up. I got the opener from the camping box, finished supper.
After supper I did the dishes.
And dropped the carrot peeler back into the drawer.
Right on top of the can opener.
No one is fessing up.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Snotty
Mensa Boy is being very snotty.
He has a terrible cold and has blown his way through two boxes of kleenex. So there are little trash cans around that are totally full of used kleenex.
I feel bad for him. But I don't want to be around him!
He has a terrible cold and has blown his way through two boxes of kleenex. So there are little trash cans around that are totally full of used kleenex.
I feel bad for him. But I don't want to be around him!
Friday, April 13, 2007
The Great Big Vegetable Challenge
Many many thanks to my buddy Chris for sending me the link to this blog. It is fantastic!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut has died. It's hard to imagine. The first thing that pops into my mind is a ratty paperback copy of "Breakfast of Champions."
His first novel was published in 1952 ("Player Piano") and his last in 1972 ("Timequake"). The only one I remember reading was "Breakfast" (1973). Just about anyone born between 1940 and now has undoubtably read at least one of his books.
The write-up in today's paper mentions "Dog-eared paperback copies of his books could be found in the back pockets of blue jeans and in dorm rooms on campuses throughout the United States."
How true.
His first novel was published in 1952 ("Player Piano") and his last in 1972 ("Timequake"). The only one I remember reading was "Breakfast" (1973). Just about anyone born between 1940 and now has undoubtably read at least one of his books.
The write-up in today's paper mentions "Dog-eared paperback copies of his books could be found in the back pockets of blue jeans and in dorm rooms on campuses throughout the United States."
How true.
"New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become."
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
A Poem by Taylor
A book is a human
It can say anything
A book is a game
But you can never fail
A book is a friend
You can have a lot
A book is a feeling
It can make you feel different
A book is life
Anything can happen
A book is a human
It can say anything
It can say anything
A book is a game
But you can never fail
A book is a friend
You can have a lot
A book is a feeling
It can make you feel different
A book is life
Anything can happen
A book is a human
It can say anything
Monday, April 09, 2007
Churchin' Around
Yesterday morning I hit the road at 6:30 to go to a sunrise service at the local state park.
It was 23-freakin'-degrees out, by the way. Cold even by my standards.
The service was in an ampitheatre in the woods at the park, so there was obviously not going to be any opportunity to get any actual sunrise shots. I stayed just a few minutes, shooting the pastor on stage with his microphone, all decked out in his "tobaggan" (stocking cap) and mittens, his wife wrapped in a huge coat, playing the keyboard.
I decided to run back up the road to my own church's sunrise service, held at our sister church. (the Dodge Gr. Caravan really cruises along smoothly at 85 mph)
The sissies had all wimped out and taken their service inside. Moreover, cars were parked in front of the lawn cross, so there was no chance of getting a decent photo of that with the sun coming up behind it.
So I decided to go further up the road to my favorite Lutheran church.
But on the way, I glanced over to the little Baptist Church and lo! There were a dozen hardy souls out in the backyard having a little service. Whipped in there and joined them, shooting away.
Their service ended around 7:15 so, declining their offer of a donut and coffee, I jumped back into Big Greenie and beat it up the highway to the Lutherans.
They were inside as well. By this time I was thoroughly chilled and feeling more charitable about sissies. I stopped in there and shot a few photos of the children doing a project.
Then went to our church in time for the dual-church breakfast. Shot some photos of that crowd and thawed out while rubbing elbows. And teasing the two preachers about being inside while the pentecostals and Baptists were gutting out the cold.
I was home by 8:15. It was a good morning. I got some decent shots I think, which I sent in to the paper. I hope they use some of them. But this is one time when I hardly care. I had a lot of fun, so it was well worth the effort.
It was 23-freakin'-degrees out, by the way. Cold even by my standards.
The service was in an ampitheatre in the woods at the park, so there was obviously not going to be any opportunity to get any actual sunrise shots. I stayed just a few minutes, shooting the pastor on stage with his microphone, all decked out in his "tobaggan" (stocking cap) and mittens, his wife wrapped in a huge coat, playing the keyboard.
I decided to run back up the road to my own church's sunrise service, held at our sister church. (the Dodge Gr. Caravan really cruises along smoothly at 85 mph)
The sissies had all wimped out and taken their service inside. Moreover, cars were parked in front of the lawn cross, so there was no chance of getting a decent photo of that with the sun coming up behind it.
So I decided to go further up the road to my favorite Lutheran church.
But on the way, I glanced over to the little Baptist Church and lo! There were a dozen hardy souls out in the backyard having a little service. Whipped in there and joined them, shooting away.
Their service ended around 7:15 so, declining their offer of a donut and coffee, I jumped back into Big Greenie and beat it up the highway to the Lutherans.
They were inside as well. By this time I was thoroughly chilled and feeling more charitable about sissies. I stopped in there and shot a few photos of the children doing a project.
Then went to our church in time for the dual-church breakfast. Shot some photos of that crowd and thawed out while rubbing elbows. And teasing the two preachers about being inside while the pentecostals and Baptists were gutting out the cold.
I was home by 8:15. It was a good morning. I got some decent shots I think, which I sent in to the paper. I hope they use some of them. But this is one time when I hardly care. I had a lot of fun, so it was well worth the effort.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Eagles
Check out this Eagle cam...if you have a high-speed internet connection. (thanks Julie!)
http://www.wvec.com/cams/eagle.html
Mom and Dad arrived yesterday and will stay for the next two weeks at the local state park. We had a nice meal last night of cornish game hens, green beans and tomatoes (a Giada deLaurentiis recipe), and wild rice with cranberries and almonds. Topped it all off with chocolate chip cookies.
Everyone was dragged out from a busy day, so they pretty much left right after giving the dog a bath. I teased Mom about us just being a dog-washing depot for them. They give that dog a bath first thing every time they get here.
Mensa Boy and Taylor painted Taylor's room yesterday. It's a very shocking blue. Kind of a post-it note blue, actually. Today they will do a second coat and then they've been talking about going on a hike.
Mom and I need to find something for me to wear. I have no spring/summer clothes that fit. So I should get started and Easter seems like a logical time.
OH YEAH...AND! How much screwier is "American Idol" going to get? Gina Glocksen is gone now?
http://www.wvec.com/cams/eagle.html
Mom and Dad arrived yesterday and will stay for the next two weeks at the local state park. We had a nice meal last night of cornish game hens, green beans and tomatoes (a Giada deLaurentiis recipe), and wild rice with cranberries and almonds. Topped it all off with chocolate chip cookies.
Everyone was dragged out from a busy day, so they pretty much left right after giving the dog a bath. I teased Mom about us just being a dog-washing depot for them. They give that dog a bath first thing every time they get here.
Mensa Boy and Taylor painted Taylor's room yesterday. It's a very shocking blue. Kind of a post-it note blue, actually. Today they will do a second coat and then they've been talking about going on a hike.
Mom and I need to find something for me to wear. I have no spring/summer clothes that fit. So I should get started and Easter seems like a logical time.
OH YEAH...AND! How much screwier is "American Idol" going to get? Gina Glocksen is gone now?
Monday, April 02, 2007
Concern/Unconcern
A new medication I'm taking lists "lack of concern" as a potential side effect.
Apparently a "lack of concern" is considered to be a more serious side effect, because you are supposed to contact your doctor immediately if you are experiencing it.
hmmmmm
[Do I need to spell out my snarky comment on that? Or Kristen, would you like to?]
Apparently a "lack of concern" is considered to be a more serious side effect, because you are supposed to contact your doctor immediately if you are experiencing it.
hmmmmm
[Do I need to spell out my snarky comment on that? Or Kristen, would you like to?]
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Gotta Look Good
Here is Mensa Boy, "getting ready to mow the lawn."
It was 1:30 in the afternoon.
Amazing what you can come up with to do when you should be mowing the lawn...
It was 1:30 in the afternoon.
Amazing what you can come up with to do when you should be mowing the lawn...
Friday, March 30, 2007
Something for Everyone, it Seems
Last night I was lying on my bed, reading a book, drinking water. I asked Taylor if he would kindly get me a straw.
He came back a few minutes later, poked a nice little red-and-white number into my cup and chuckled.
"Thank you. What?" I asked.
"The box of straws says 'Sanitary, disposable and FUN.'" He said.
He came back a few minutes later, poked a nice little red-and-white number into my cup and chuckled.
"Thank you. What?" I asked.
"The box of straws says 'Sanitary, disposable and FUN.'" He said.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
A Rare Personal Account
I tend not to get too insanely personal on my blog, but here you go.
Today was a no good, very bad day. Up to a point.
I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 9:15 a.m.
At least, I had on my calendar that the appointment was at that time. I planned for it for two weeks. I had my notes all written down, my list of prescriptions, and I was prepared to go in there and launch a full-scale assault on this thing I've lately been calling MenoMania.
I arrived at the clinic 10 minutes before the appointment time. When I checked in, I could see the receptionist was concerned.
They did not have my appointment in the system.
I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. I was afraid to speak. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.
"We'll figure out something," she said. "I'll find some time today when you can get in. What are you here for?"
When I told her I was there for menopause issues...well...you can imagine the expression on her face.
I held it all together long enough to hear their apologies and agree to come back at 2:30.
I went home and stayed there. Watching TV and staring at the walls. By around noon I started to feel a bit better.
I went back at 2:30 and locked my keys in the car in the clinic parking lot.
"How did the appointment go?" You may be asking.
Fine. He's a very very good doctor. Validated my feelings and suspicions, did some medication adjustments, and I came out of there feeling like I have a new plan.
And when I got out of the appointment, my keys were laying there on the counter. Thank you, dear Kristen, for driving half-way across town with Mensa Boy's keys to get mine out of my car.
As I was saying good-bye to the doctor, he said "By the way...locking your keys in the car? Classic menopause!"
Today was a no good, very bad day. Up to a point.
I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 9:15 a.m.
At least, I had on my calendar that the appointment was at that time. I planned for it for two weeks. I had my notes all written down, my list of prescriptions, and I was prepared to go in there and launch a full-scale assault on this thing I've lately been calling MenoMania.
I arrived at the clinic 10 minutes before the appointment time. When I checked in, I could see the receptionist was concerned.
They did not have my appointment in the system.
I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. I was afraid to speak. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.
"We'll figure out something," she said. "I'll find some time today when you can get in. What are you here for?"
When I told her I was there for menopause issues...well...you can imagine the expression on her face.
I held it all together long enough to hear their apologies and agree to come back at 2:30.
I went home and stayed there. Watching TV and staring at the walls. By around noon I started to feel a bit better.
I went back at 2:30 and locked my keys in the car in the clinic parking lot.
"How did the appointment go?" You may be asking.
Fine. He's a very very good doctor. Validated my feelings and suspicions, did some medication adjustments, and I came out of there feeling like I have a new plan.
And when I got out of the appointment, my keys were laying there on the counter. Thank you, dear Kristen, for driving half-way across town with Mensa Boy's keys to get mine out of my car.
As I was saying good-bye to the doctor, he said "By the way...locking your keys in the car? Classic menopause!"
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Community Policing
We have a campus resource officer from the sheriff's department at our high school. He actually covers all three of the schools, but his primary office is at the high school.
Today I realized that the scope of his job is much more than handling assaults and traffic issues.
Today he was spray-painting the school rock.
He's covered one side of the rock with orange paint and then sprayed "buckle up" on it.
I didn't see him do the deed. I saw him walking away from it after he'd completed it. I stopped and said "Boy. I wish I'd gotten a photo of that for the paper."
He said he does that periodically, to cover up less-than-uplifting messages that get painted on there from time to time.
Today I realized that the scope of his job is much more than handling assaults and traffic issues.
Today he was spray-painting the school rock.
He's covered one side of the rock with orange paint and then sprayed "buckle up" on it.
I didn't see him do the deed. I saw him walking away from it after he'd completed it. I stopped and said "Boy. I wish I'd gotten a photo of that for the paper."
He said he does that periodically, to cover up less-than-uplifting messages that get painted on there from time to time.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Dumb Yankee
Every once in a while I say something that shows that I'm still not completely "with" this southern life.
The other day I said "I like it when the birds come back."
HUH?
The other day I said "I like it when the birds come back."
HUH?
Thursday, March 22, 2007
The Pizza Alarms
The smoke detectors in our house are kind of getting to be the bane of our existence.
There is one right around the corner from the stove and any little thing makes it go off. Browning chops, a big spill on the stove top. Even cleaning the oven.
And they are hard to get off. Once the first one detects smoke, all of them start in. That's 10 detectors going.
We used to be able to get them to shut off by waving a towel under the kitchen one and maybe opening a couple of windows. But now that doesn't seem to have much effect most of the time. I've had them going for up to 40 minutes.
And I cook to relax.
Now this morning at 5:45 a.m. the one in the office here is chirping. We change the batteries (they are hard-wired but have battery backups) twice a year, but we still end up with detectors chirping for low battery power. The sound echoes in the house so a lot of times you really have to work hard to figure out which one it is. One night we chased around in the middle of the night for some time looking for the chirper, only to discover it was a CO detector.
I can see why people disconnect them. It's a dumb thing to do but you are tortured less that way.
There is one right around the corner from the stove and any little thing makes it go off. Browning chops, a big spill on the stove top. Even cleaning the oven.
And they are hard to get off. Once the first one detects smoke, all of them start in. That's 10 detectors going.
We used to be able to get them to shut off by waving a towel under the kitchen one and maybe opening a couple of windows. But now that doesn't seem to have much effect most of the time. I've had them going for up to 40 minutes.
And I cook to relax.
Now this morning at 5:45 a.m. the one in the office here is chirping. We change the batteries (they are hard-wired but have battery backups) twice a year, but we still end up with detectors chirping for low battery power. The sound echoes in the house so a lot of times you really have to work hard to figure out which one it is. One night we chased around in the middle of the night for some time looking for the chirper, only to discover it was a CO detector.
I can see why people disconnect them. It's a dumb thing to do but you are tortured less that way.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
His Scary Sponsor
I mighta accidentally scared a typing student today.
Sort of on accident. I actually wanted to shake him up a bit.
Our middle school typing classes are doing a "Type for Life" service learning project. They set goals for increasing their words-per-minute scores by March 30. They gathered pledges for the American Cancer Society.
I wanted to sponsor my best friend's daughter, but she never asked me and today I found out she's already made her goal anyway.
So I was at the typing class this morning, listening to a breast cancer survivor tell the kids about her battle and about cancer in general and about the American Cancer Survivor. (I'm writing a story about their project)
At the end of the class, the speaker brought out purple rubber "4 the fight" bracelets. She asked who had made their goal. Gave them bracelets. Then she asked who had sponsors and were working toward their goals. Gave those kids bracelets.
A kid named Tyler was just sitting there. Tall, sharp-looking guy.
She asked him if he had even one sponsor. "No ma'am," he said.
"But you have a goal, right?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," he answered.
She gave him a bracelet.
I passed a note over to him. "I'll sponsor you for $20 if you make your goal." And I signed my name and put my email address on there.
After class he thanked me. I told him he'd better reach his goal or I'd dog him til he was dead.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
I saw him a few minutes later and he said "Y' know, I made my goal, but the teacher raised it on me."
"Well, good! Because I don't want to sponsor some slacker who sets their goals too low," I replied.
"No ma'am."
I could be the scariest sponsor for a charity he's ever had.
Sort of on accident. I actually wanted to shake him up a bit.
Our middle school typing classes are doing a "Type for Life" service learning project. They set goals for increasing their words-per-minute scores by March 30. They gathered pledges for the American Cancer Society.
I wanted to sponsor my best friend's daughter, but she never asked me and today I found out she's already made her goal anyway.
So I was at the typing class this morning, listening to a breast cancer survivor tell the kids about her battle and about cancer in general and about the American Cancer Survivor. (I'm writing a story about their project)
At the end of the class, the speaker brought out purple rubber "4 the fight" bracelets. She asked who had made their goal. Gave them bracelets. Then she asked who had sponsors and were working toward their goals. Gave those kids bracelets.
A kid named Tyler was just sitting there. Tall, sharp-looking guy.
She asked him if he had even one sponsor. "No ma'am," he said.
"But you have a goal, right?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," he answered.
She gave him a bracelet.
I passed a note over to him. "I'll sponsor you for $20 if you make your goal." And I signed my name and put my email address on there.
After class he thanked me. I told him he'd better reach his goal or I'd dog him til he was dead.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
I saw him a few minutes later and he said "Y' know, I made my goal, but the teacher raised it on me."
"Well, good! Because I don't want to sponsor some slacker who sets their goals too low," I replied.
"No ma'am."
I could be the scariest sponsor for a charity he's ever had.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Fiesta!
This is why I like to have Mensa Boy label boxes for me.
On Saturday my parents arrived and brought with them the two new placesettings I'd bought on my fiesta-buying junket to RedWing in February.
The addition of the new place settings necessitated the removal of two other settings.
It was not a hard choice to make. I'd moved the apricot and white dishes to the bottom of the stacks and told the kids that, when they set the table, I expect my place to NOT have the apricot. It just looked...vomitous.
On Saturday my parents arrived and brought with them the two new placesettings I'd bought on my fiesta-buying junket to RedWing in February.
The addition of the new place settings necessitated the removal of two other settings.
It was not a hard choice to make. I'd moved the apricot and white dishes to the bottom of the stacks and told the kids that, when they set the table, I expect my place to NOT have the apricot. It just looked...vomitous.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Voting for the Worst
Mensa Boy reminded me last night that there is a conspiracy underfoot with American Idol:
I don't know if they really work, but SOMETHING is keeping Sanjaya "milquetoast" Malakar alive on American Idol.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
My Preciousssssss
The story has to be what? Maybe 350 words? About a missing cat.
Yep. Page 3A of The Lancaster News has a story about a missing cat.
It "showed up missing," a phrase that never ceases to crack me up. Do I need to explain why?
I feel badly for the 90-year-old woman whose cat is missing, but I'm pretty skeptical that someone would enter the home and carry her away, as the owner asserts. "I think somebody opened the door, came in, put her in their jacket and walked away with her."
Huh.
There's no mention that the owner is missing anything else. No TVs, jewelry, crocheted toilet paper covers....just an orange tabby cat.
In other local news, I hear there is a group that wants to pay to paint the new Indian Land water tower. The water tower, which was a subject of much controversy when our school board decided to sell an acre of land right besmack in front of the main entrance to the school, will be set right on the corner of Doby Bridge and Highway 521. This group from Lancaster would like to offer to beautify the tower by paying to have it painted.
What would they paint on it, you ask?
Something to point visitors to Lancaster, of course. Something to encourage them to drive 20 miles south to shop at Wal-Mart and Eckerds in Lancaster rather than 7 miles north to Carolina Place Mall, Target, Barnes & Noble, Harris Teeter...I could go on.
But my readers are not stooopid...
Yep. Page 3A of The Lancaster News has a story about a missing cat.
It "showed up missing," a phrase that never ceases to crack me up. Do I need to explain why?
I feel badly for the 90-year-old woman whose cat is missing, but I'm pretty skeptical that someone would enter the home and carry her away, as the owner asserts. "I think somebody opened the door, came in, put her in their jacket and walked away with her."
Huh.
There's no mention that the owner is missing anything else. No TVs, jewelry, crocheted toilet paper covers....just an orange tabby cat.
In other local news, I hear there is a group that wants to pay to paint the new Indian Land water tower. The water tower, which was a subject of much controversy when our school board decided to sell an acre of land right besmack in front of the main entrance to the school, will be set right on the corner of Doby Bridge and Highway 521. This group from Lancaster would like to offer to beautify the tower by paying to have it painted.
What would they paint on it, you ask?
Something to point visitors to Lancaster, of course. Something to encourage them to drive 20 miles south to shop at Wal-Mart and Eckerds in Lancaster rather than 7 miles north to Carolina Place Mall, Target, Barnes & Noble, Harris Teeter...I could go on.
But my readers are not stooopid...
Monday, March 12, 2007
Rob & Amber
Well well well well well! "Rob and Amber, I'm sorry to tell you, you have been eliminated from the race."
The magic words were finally said to the couple we loved to hate.
Actually, if Rob weren't such a trash-talker, we probably wouldn't have hated them so much. They are actually a pretty nice couple. And poetry in motion when going through all the hurdles "Amazing Race" could throw at them.
Until "THE SPELLING ERROR."
To me it just proves that having good spelling habits is an important life skill.
At the end, Amber said "Well, if you're going to be eliminated, what better place than the end of the world?" (or something like that)
Would have been even funnier if she'd said "Well, it's not the end of the world. Oh. Wait. It is!"
(They ended at Isla Redonda, A.K.A. The End of the World, as it's on the southernmost tip of South America)
It's good that they are gone. Now the show can be more about the race and less about them. They pretty much overshadowed all the other competitors.
The magic words were finally said to the couple we loved to hate.
Actually, if Rob weren't such a trash-talker, we probably wouldn't have hated them so much. They are actually a pretty nice couple. And poetry in motion when going through all the hurdles "Amazing Race" could throw at them.
Until "THE SPELLING ERROR."
To me it just proves that having good spelling habits is an important life skill.
At the end, Amber said "Well, if you're going to be eliminated, what better place than the end of the world?" (or something like that)
Would have been even funnier if she'd said "Well, it's not the end of the world. Oh. Wait. It is!"
(They ended at Isla Redonda, A.K.A. The End of the World, as it's on the southernmost tip of South America)
It's good that they are gone. Now the show can be more about the race and less about them. They pretty much overshadowed all the other competitors.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Is America Just Stupid When It Comes to Music?
I just watched the results show from this week's "American Idol" and I all I can say is:
To keep Sanjaya and kick Sundance? And to keep Haley and bump Sabrina? What? Are all the text messengers on drugs? That was just simply insane!
I have to say I think Sundance made a terrible song choice last week, going to rock with his song by Pearl Jam. I think he's more a Sammy Kershaw kind of guy. He could have done "Tennessee Girl" or one of his older ones. Didn't they say near the beginning that Sundance's dad was a country dude? He completely stole the show last week with "Mustang Sally."
Sanjaya is sooooo boring that we have fast-forwarded past him every week. And Haley? Isn't she the one that Simon said he couldn't even remember her name? The only one that came close to being as dull as she was Antonella. At least America got that one right.
Although I think it was a travesty to choose Sabrina over Haley, I don't see Sabrina going too much further. She's just not that great.
But definitely better than Haley.
I'm delighted for Gina Glocksen. I had her pegged for a rocker the moment I first saw her. My suspicions were confirmed when the took the stage by storm last week.
I do love this show. I'll admit. But it's also frustrating as all get out. And it makes me worried for some of the truly great singers. They tend to get kicked before the very end.
"America? What were you thinkin'?"
To keep Sanjaya and kick Sundance? And to keep Haley and bump Sabrina? What? Are all the text messengers on drugs? That was just simply insane!
I have to say I think Sundance made a terrible song choice last week, going to rock with his song by Pearl Jam. I think he's more a Sammy Kershaw kind of guy. He could have done "Tennessee Girl" or one of his older ones. Didn't they say near the beginning that Sundance's dad was a country dude? He completely stole the show last week with "Mustang Sally."
Sanjaya is sooooo boring that we have fast-forwarded past him every week. And Haley? Isn't she the one that Simon said he couldn't even remember her name? The only one that came close to being as dull as she was Antonella. At least America got that one right.
Although I think it was a travesty to choose Sabrina over Haley, I don't see Sabrina going too much further. She's just not that great.
But definitely better than Haley.
I'm delighted for Gina Glocksen. I had her pegged for a rocker the moment I first saw her. My suspicions were confirmed when the took the stage by storm last week.
I do love this show. I'll admit. But it's also frustrating as all get out. And it makes me worried for some of the truly great singers. They tend to get kicked before the very end.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
A Respecter of Plungers
It began as an innocent conversation on the phone with my friend Sarah. We each were enumerating the errands we planned to run yesterday afternoon.
"Target," I said. "I have to go to Target. Prescriptions filled, Kleenex to buy..."
"Oh, Target!" she said. "I have to get there and buy a plunger."
"Well, you said you were just passing Home Depot. Why didn't you just stop in there?" I asked innocently.
"Because there is a certain plunger at Target that I want," she replied. And proceeded to describe it for me.
I began to laugh. Kind of snort, actually, I admit.
She paused.
"Most people do not have preferences when it comes to plungers," I ventured.
She exploded. "Oh. My. G*d! How could you not have a plunger preference?"
"Target," I said. "I have to go to Target. Prescriptions filled, Kleenex to buy..."
"Oh, Target!" she said. "I have to get there and buy a plunger."
"Well, you said you were just passing Home Depot. Why didn't you just stop in there?" I asked innocently.
"Because there is a certain plunger at Target that I want," she replied. And proceeded to describe it for me.
I began to laugh. Kind of snort, actually, I admit.
She paused.
"Most people do not have preferences when it comes to plungers," I ventured.
She exploded. "Oh. My. G*d! How could you not have a plunger preference?"
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
The Human Alphabet
This morning I got up and googled "human alphabet." I'm looking for letters that have been shaped by people. I'm not necessarily looking for real people. What I have in my mind's eye are drawings.
Colorful drawings of the alphabet where the letters are people.
I want to print out two particular letters to give to a friend of mine. I thought it would be cool.
I stumbled upon a wealth of information about people and alphabets. None of the sites I visited were what I was looking for, but one was a very interesting website about the history of artists using the human body to make letters of the alphabet. This particular site had naked people making the alphabet.
It was an interesting and...informative...way to start the day.
I'm still looking for an alphabet comprised of people.
Free, of course.
Colorful drawings of the alphabet where the letters are people.
I want to print out two particular letters to give to a friend of mine. I thought it would be cool.
I stumbled upon a wealth of information about people and alphabets. None of the sites I visited were what I was looking for, but one was a very interesting website about the history of artists using the human body to make letters of the alphabet. This particular site had naked people making the alphabet.
It was an interesting and...informative...way to start the day.
I'm still looking for an alphabet comprised of people.
Free, of course.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Self-taught Camera Games
This weekend I played with my new camera, a Nikon D40. My beloved Fuji FinePix quit a couple of weeks ago. Well, it didn't exactly QUIT...it developed (sorry...no pun intended) a tendency to not open its' lens all the way. This made my photos very short! So I took it to Best Buy and had them send it for repairs.
Estimate: $263.
YIKES! That's more than the camera would be worth to replace.
So, at my request, Mensa Boy commenced researching the next camera. It's just too much information for me to digest.
He recommended a Canon Sure Shot. We both wanted a Canon Digital Rebel, but felt it would just be too spendy...because I needed more zooming power.
But I wanted a digital SLR.
So, after he did all that research, and asked his band of freelance photogs what they suggested, I went out and got exactly what he didn't want me to get...a Nikon.
He was wistful in his disappointment. Which, of course, heaped burning coals of guilt on my head.
I?
Personally?
Love it!
The book that came with it is good, too. (Although after you've had a Fuji, pretty much any instruction book is going to be better.)
So I've been carrying it around since Thursday night, shooting photos with and without flash and on different settings, trying to learn some basic techniques to get me through the next few stories. My friend Jenny, also a writer/photographer, will go with me to take some camera classes this spring. That will be fun.
This photo of Taylor was taken in the "sports" mode. I consider it to be a great feather in my cap because the first attempt at this mode yielded a lot of blur. Apparently, you can't just set the thing to sport and expect it to capture motion well. That doesn't make sense to me. Anyway, Mensa Boy mentioned increasing the ISO sensitivity, so after I checked the book on that, I found that was the thing to do and learned how to do it. I set this one to 1600. This allowed the camera to continuously focus and "freeze motion" enough to capture it. In this photo, Taylor is doing this odd, burlesque-style shuffling thing he does with this feet and arms, sort of running in place and waving his arms.
Estimate: $263.
YIKES! That's more than the camera would be worth to replace.
So, at my request, Mensa Boy commenced researching the next camera. It's just too much information for me to digest.
He recommended a Canon Sure Shot. We both wanted a Canon Digital Rebel, but felt it would just be too spendy...because I needed more zooming power.
But I wanted a digital SLR.
So, after he did all that research, and asked his band of freelance photogs what they suggested, I went out and got exactly what he didn't want me to get...a Nikon.
He was wistful in his disappointment. Which, of course, heaped burning coals of guilt on my head.
I?
Personally?
Love it!
The book that came with it is good, too. (Although after you've had a Fuji, pretty much any instruction book is going to be better.)
So I've been carrying it around since Thursday night, shooting photos with and without flash and on different settings, trying to learn some basic techniques to get me through the next few stories. My friend Jenny, also a writer/photographer, will go with me to take some camera classes this spring. That will be fun.
This photo of Taylor was taken in the "sports" mode. I consider it to be a great feather in my cap because the first attempt at this mode yielded a lot of blur. Apparently, you can't just set the thing to sport and expect it to capture motion well. That doesn't make sense to me. Anyway, Mensa Boy mentioned increasing the ISO sensitivity, so after I checked the book on that, I found that was the thing to do and learned how to do it. I set this one to 1600. This allowed the camera to continuously focus and "freeze motion" enough to capture it. In this photo, Taylor is doing this odd, burlesque-style shuffling thing he does with this feet and arms, sort of running in place and waving his arms.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
A Story from Lis
I stepped across the lobby of the Hopkins Fine Arts Center on the night of Feb. 28 and stood in front of the Information Desk. The youngish (mid-20's) man behind the desk reluctantly interrupted his phone conversation.
"Yes?"
"I'm here for the writing class with The Loft."
He was impatiently confused. "A reading class?"
"Writing."
He was still confused. "Here?" He looked at his computer monitor. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure it's here."
"Are you sure it's not the Ellison Center?" [not sure if that's the name he said, but that's what I heard]
"Yeah."
I opened my padfolio and pulled out the course description and location I'd printed out earlier. "L-27 2, maybe? Is that a classroom?"
He was still puzzled. I handed him the sheet of paper.The course I am taking is on "Capturing Memory." It's about getting details to stay in your mind.
Here's a detail: It starts on March 14.
I don't even want to try to figure out how I made this mix-up. I took the paper back from the young gentleman, who was almost managing to keep a courteous tone (he's probably an actor), although his face said, "This may, indeed, be the dumbest person I've ever met."
"Well," I said, tucking the sheet back in the padfolio pocket, "I'll be back in two weeks then. Maybe I'll see you, if you're here."
"Oh, I'll be here," he said.
Darnit
"Yes?"
"I'm here for the writing class with The Loft."
He was impatiently confused. "A reading class?"
"Writing."
He was still confused. "Here?" He looked at his computer monitor. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure it's here."
"Are you sure it's not the Ellison Center?" [not sure if that's the name he said, but that's what I heard]
"Yeah."
I opened my padfolio and pulled out the course description and location I'd printed out earlier. "L-27 2, maybe? Is that a classroom?"
He was still puzzled. I handed him the sheet of paper.The course I am taking is on "Capturing Memory." It's about getting details to stay in your mind.
Here's a detail: It starts on March 14.
I don't even want to try to figure out how I made this mix-up. I took the paper back from the young gentleman, who was almost managing to keep a courteous tone (he's probably an actor), although his face said, "This may, indeed, be the dumbest person I've ever met."
"Well," I said, tucking the sheet back in the padfolio pocket, "I'll be back in two weeks then. Maybe I'll see you, if you're here."
"Oh, I'll be here," he said.
Darnit
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Pull Over! Pull Over! For Pete's Sake!
This is for all the people who fail to pull over for emergency vehicles:
You.
Suck.
Yes, I realize that is not a very refined phrase. But people! When the doohickies are flashing on the top of a firetruck, TURN THE VOLUME DOWN ON THE RADIO and listen for the siren! Then? Pull over.
I used to think people stopped pulling over for these things because they just didn't care. But I honestly now think that people just don't notice. They are so tuned into the tunes or NPR or whatever book they are "reading" that they don't notice traffic around them. Even when it's barrelling toward them with lights and sirens flashing.
What prompted this tirade? No, I have no tragic story of "failure to pull over." But you know, it coulda bin a little tragic.
Yesterday, I'm driving along to have lunch with a friend. I see the lights of a firetruck coming toward me. Maybe it's 1/4 a mile away. I start to slow down. Guy in the car behind me creeps up to my back bumper. I start to pull over. Guy in the car behind me gets so close that I doubt a slice of bread could be slid between our cars. He jerks his wheel toward the center line...obviously thinking he's going to pass this nut in the green van that has suddenly, inexplicably decided to pull over on a busy street.
Just in time he sees the firetruck.
He yanks back.
We all breathe.
I mutter "idiot."
Firetruck passes by and life goes on.
Pay attention people!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Of Garbage and Bets
I had to chuckle when I read this story (the link will probably not work after March 1) about British trash customers being upset about microchips that have been stuck to their wheeled carts. "Wheelies," they call them...the carts. They are calling the chips "bugs."
Apparently Britain has one of the lowest recycling rates in Europe. (SHAME ON THEM!) Chips were stuck to more than 500,000 "wheelie bins" to "monitor collections."
"Germans Plant Bugs in Our Wheelie Bins," was a headline in the Daily Mail in August. (Apparently two of the bin manufacturers are German companies.)
The story tells of "small-scale revolts" erupting across the UK as customers have found the devices and ripped them off the carts.
There's the whole "Big Brother" concern but there's also the idea that the chips could be used to calculate garbage charges. And officials have admitted that is a long-term goal.
The article doesn't say it, but I guess if I were a municipal garbage customer, I'd be wondering about my dollars being wasted on the devices themselves.
This afternoon I watched the movie "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." Cute, cute movie! I was never attracted to the title before, and skipped going to see it in the theatre and never really have felt much like renting it. But it was on AMC yesterday afternoon so I recorded it.
And a good soundtrack. I'm listening to Chantal Kreviazuk on Napster right now. She had two songs in the movie, "Feels Like Home" and "Weight of the World," both enjoyable songs. I'd never heard of her before, but I think I'll put her in my playlist for a while...she's good for cooking to, I think. I'm not finding "Feels Like Home" on Napster, though.
And speaking of cooking...this afternoon I've been roasting a duck. I used to make a duck recipe of Alton Brown's that involved steaming the pieces and then roasting at a high temp in a cast iron skillet in the oven. The kids raved about it. This time I really didn't feel much like going to all that, so looked in my "Joy of Cooking" book and found recipe for slow-roasting. 3 hours at 250 and then another 45 minutes or so at 325. It's just about done and I think it's going to be great. No flame-ups, either. Pricking the skin all over and roasting it low and slow has done the trick.
It's been a good afternoon for roasting something and vegging in front of the TV. Dark and rainy all day.
Apparently Britain has one of the lowest recycling rates in Europe. (SHAME ON THEM!) Chips were stuck to more than 500,000 "wheelie bins" to "monitor collections."
"Germans Plant Bugs in Our Wheelie Bins," was a headline in the Daily Mail in August. (Apparently two of the bin manufacturers are German companies.)
The story tells of "small-scale revolts" erupting across the UK as customers have found the devices and ripped them off the carts.
There's the whole "Big Brother" concern but there's also the idea that the chips could be used to calculate garbage charges. And officials have admitted that is a long-term goal.
The article doesn't say it, but I guess if I were a municipal garbage customer, I'd be wondering about my dollars being wasted on the devices themselves.
This afternoon I watched the movie "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." Cute, cute movie! I was never attracted to the title before, and skipped going to see it in the theatre and never really have felt much like renting it. But it was on AMC yesterday afternoon so I recorded it.
And a good soundtrack. I'm listening to Chantal Kreviazuk on Napster right now. She had two songs in the movie, "Feels Like Home" and "Weight of the World," both enjoyable songs. I'd never heard of her before, but I think I'll put her in my playlist for a while...she's good for cooking to, I think. I'm not finding "Feels Like Home" on Napster, though.
And speaking of cooking...this afternoon I've been roasting a duck. I used to make a duck recipe of Alton Brown's that involved steaming the pieces and then roasting at a high temp in a cast iron skillet in the oven. The kids raved about it. This time I really didn't feel much like going to all that, so looked in my "Joy of Cooking" book and found recipe for slow-roasting. 3 hours at 250 and then another 45 minutes or so at 325. It's just about done and I think it's going to be great. No flame-ups, either. Pricking the skin all over and roasting it low and slow has done the trick.
It's been a good afternoon for roasting something and vegging in front of the TV. Dark and rainy all day.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Yes. He Really Talks Like This
While I was visiting Minnesota a couple of weeks ago, I called home to ask Mensa Boy a question.
Nate answered the phone.
"Hi! This is your mother. Is Dad around?"
"Yes. But currently he is conducting a transaction with a kid at the front door."
Last night I came home from an appointment right at 6 p.m. It was suppertime. I had no idea what to have. I didn't feel like going back out to pick up something.
"I'm not sure what we should have for supper. Any ideas?"
"Well, there is still a pizza in the freezer, unless you were thinking we should eat in unanimity."
das my boy....
Nate answered the phone.
"Hi! This is your mother. Is Dad around?"
"Yes. But currently he is conducting a transaction with a kid at the front door."
Last night I came home from an appointment right at 6 p.m. It was suppertime. I had no idea what to have. I didn't feel like going back out to pick up something.
"I'm not sure what we should have for supper. Any ideas?"
"Well, there is still a pizza in the freezer, unless you were thinking we should eat in unanimity."
das my boy....
Monday, February 19, 2007
Hippo Dreams
There is no polite response to this question:
"Did I tell you about my hippo dream?"
Yes, he did tell me about his hippo dream. Once was enough. It seems he was out walking in the Sahara desert when a miniature hippo threatened at him. Yes...miniature. Shorter than his knees.
No. It did not bite him.
No. He doesn't know why he was in the desert.
And no. He doesn't know why a hippo was in it.
But it must have made quite an impression on Mensa Boy, because he's mentioned this dream twice in the last two days.
"Did I tell you about my hippo dream?"
Yes, he did tell me about his hippo dream. Once was enough. It seems he was out walking in the Sahara desert when a miniature hippo threatened at him. Yes...miniature. Shorter than his knees.
No. It did not bite him.
No. He doesn't know why he was in the desert.
And no. He doesn't know why a hippo was in it.
But it must have made quite an impression on Mensa Boy, because he's mentioned this dream twice in the last two days.
It's Gone...For a While
Today I had to take my Fuji FinePix camera to Best Buy for repair. The little lens covers don't open all the way, for some reason. It is apparently out of warranty, so I'll be paying something and waiting 2-4 weeks for that something to happen.
It will be a little tough to work without a camera. But the school has a couple I can borrow.
As I walked out of there with just the neckstrap in my hand, it kind of reminded me of taking the dog to the vet for the last time.
That was a dramatic statement, wasn't it?
Today is President's Day. What does that mean? Usually no school. But our district is in session today to make up for a snow day we had a few weeks ago. Better we make it up now than during Spring Break.
What does this mean for me? Well, when I worked in an office I used to love days like President's Day. We never had the day off, but there'd be no mail. NO MAIL!!! So that meant it was a good day to get caught up on the stuff I already had to do without worrying about new stuff coming in.
Now in my pathetic, work-at-home state, it just means that there's no mail to break up the monotony of the day.
It will be a little tough to work without a camera. But the school has a couple I can borrow.
As I walked out of there with just the neckstrap in my hand, it kind of reminded me of taking the dog to the vet for the last time.
That was a dramatic statement, wasn't it?
Today is President's Day. What does that mean? Usually no school. But our district is in session today to make up for a snow day we had a few weeks ago. Better we make it up now than during Spring Break.
What does this mean for me? Well, when I worked in an office I used to love days like President's Day. We never had the day off, but there'd be no mail. NO MAIL!!! So that meant it was a good day to get caught up on the stuff I already had to do without worrying about new stuff coming in.
Now in my pathetic, work-at-home state, it just means that there's no mail to break up the monotony of the day.
Friday, February 16, 2007
S.C.U.M.Y
It's going to be a SCUMY weekend for Mensa Boy and our oldest son Nate. They are going to the beach for the South Carolina United Methodist Youth Convention. Preacher Tony boy is going along as a chaperone, too. The youth group at church has really grown. I have no idea how many kids are going, but I know it's in the double digits. Pretty good for a small church like ours.
So Taylor and I are batchin' it this weekend. I bought King Crab Legs for supper as a surprise. I did this a couple of years ago and we had them with neighbor Mary. This year Taylor's buddy Freddy may be with us.
Earlier this week Nate did some job shodowing with a biology professor at the University of South Carolina-Lancaster. He liked it a lot. Didn't come home saying he wanted to teach at the college level, but he did think that whole teaching thing was pretty cool.
My buddy who works for the county picked Nate up that morning and took him to work with her, and then ran him over to the campus at 9:30. During the 40 minutes they were in her office, she had him do a task for him. Stuffing envelopes. Here's what transpired:
"I'm not licking these shut, right?" Nate asked.
"Nope. That's someone else's job," she replied.
"Well, I guess I'm done then. What else would you like me to do?"
"There is nothing else. You should have paced yourself."
"Well, what else do you do all day?"
"Hmmm...at 11 I go pick up the mail." (it was 9 a.m.)
So Taylor and I are batchin' it this weekend. I bought King Crab Legs for supper as a surprise. I did this a couple of years ago and we had them with neighbor Mary. This year Taylor's buddy Freddy may be with us.
Earlier this week Nate did some job shodowing with a biology professor at the University of South Carolina-Lancaster. He liked it a lot. Didn't come home saying he wanted to teach at the college level, but he did think that whole teaching thing was pretty cool.
My buddy who works for the county picked Nate up that morning and took him to work with her, and then ran him over to the campus at 9:30. During the 40 minutes they were in her office, she had him do a task for him. Stuffing envelopes. Here's what transpired:
"I'm not licking these shut, right?" Nate asked.
"Nope. That's someone else's job," she replied.
"Well, I guess I'm done then. What else would you like me to do?"
"There is nothing else. You should have paced yourself."
"Well, what else do you do all day?"
"Hmmm...at 11 I go pick up the mail." (it was 9 a.m.)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Off, On
School.
It began with the power unceremoniously blinking off at 6:40 a.m. One never knows the extent of an outage until the cold is braved and the neighborhood is scoped out. It was obvious from the start that it involved at least our street...everyone's porch lights were out.
Mensa Boy left for work and when he called a few minutes later I asked if he could tell how far the outage went. "Just past the school," he said. The building had some emergency lights on, and the traffic signals ("red lights" in southern-speak) were out.
Then buddy Rena called. "No school today," she said. "We can take the kids to school but they will sit in the gym until the power comes back on around 10 or so." She said if the kids don't come today they will not be counted absent. She took hers back home.
So I decided to go to the school to pick up Fred, the little guy who comes to my house after school each day. I knew his mother had dropped him at school.
But when I arrived, the lights were back on. Everything back to normal.
So I called Rena. She was just leaving the house and circled back to the get her kids again. I picked mine up and took them to school. Passed Rena at the 4-way stop by our house. She was delayed getting her kids back to the school because she'd already had them change into play clothes. "I told them they could wear those school clothes (uniforms) tomorrow, so to change to play clothes," she said.
So now it's 8:40 and things appear to be back to normal. Except that I appear to have pulled a muscle when I tried to keep the garage door from sliding down on my head.
It began with the power unceremoniously blinking off at 6:40 a.m. One never knows the extent of an outage until the cold is braved and the neighborhood is scoped out. It was obvious from the start that it involved at least our street...everyone's porch lights were out.
Mensa Boy left for work and when he called a few minutes later I asked if he could tell how far the outage went. "Just past the school," he said. The building had some emergency lights on, and the traffic signals ("red lights" in southern-speak) were out.
Then buddy Rena called. "No school today," she said. "We can take the kids to school but they will sit in the gym until the power comes back on around 10 or so." She said if the kids don't come today they will not be counted absent. She took hers back home.
So I decided to go to the school to pick up Fred, the little guy who comes to my house after school each day. I knew his mother had dropped him at school.
But when I arrived, the lights were back on. Everything back to normal.
So I called Rena. She was just leaving the house and circled back to the get her kids again. I picked mine up and took them to school. Passed Rena at the 4-way stop by our house. She was delayed getting her kids back to the school because she'd already had them change into play clothes. "I told them they could wear those school clothes (uniforms) tomorrow, so to change to play clothes," she said.
So now it's 8:40 and things appear to be back to normal. Except that I appear to have pulled a muscle when I tried to keep the garage door from sliding down on my head.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
A.M. and P.M. Yoga
I wrote about Candelight Yoga the other day. I still don't have that DVD...it's supposed to arrive at Barnes & Noble sometime today (and since I'm such a procrastinator, I'll have to get the guys' Valentines when I go pick up the DVD).
I was very stiff and sore Friday night and just felt like I needed to get some sort of yoga thing going before the other DVD came in. So I checked out several on Amazon and found that this one is the top-selling one. Lots and lots of great customer reviews.
And every one of them is well-deserved. This is truly a wonderful DVD.
The A.M practice is done by Rodney Yee...the guy on the cover. The P.M one is done by Patricia Walden. The music is very good and I've found myself leaving the disk in the player turned on and letting it loop as I get ready for bed. Both instructors are a joy to watch and have great, soothing voices with no weird stuff. They don't get into a lot of mystical conversation and they don't have funny ways of pronouncing words. Yee is on a beach in Hawaii and Walden is in the desert, so the scenery is very relaxing, too.
What I like is that the practices are really part meditative as well as the physical stretching. Julie and I did a meditation CD while I was there and I found it to be very relaxing (although we had a hard time not cracking up at the way the guy said the word "warm"). But you'd have to carve out time to do the yoga and then time to do the meditation. This DVD pretty much wraps it all together and you can get done in 20 minutes.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Pulling the Plug
The other day I received copies of Mom and Dad's wills in the mail. I was talking to Mom on the phone and I had asked her if Dad happened to mention that I was hoping to get 2 of her 10 wineglasses that she brought back from Germany. She said he'd mentioned it, but that she didn't want to part with any of them.
"You can't take them with you, you know...," I said.
"I know. But I want them for as long as I'm around," she replied.
I told her I would be too old to taste wine by the time she kicks the bucket at 110. She said she didn't care.
So later in the conversation I said that the wills had arrived.
"No living wills?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"I wish you had done those," I told her. "I won't have trouble with the other two when you are cold and dead in the ground, but I'll have to work hard getting them to let me pull the plug."
She agreed that they should do those.
"I'll be rushing to get that plug pulled, you know," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
"SO I CAN GET THE WINE GLASSES!" I told her.
"You can't take them with you, you know...," I said.
"I know. But I want them for as long as I'm around," she replied.
I told her I would be too old to taste wine by the time she kicks the bucket at 110. She said she didn't care.
So later in the conversation I said that the wills had arrived.
"No living wills?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"I wish you had done those," I told her. "I won't have trouble with the other two when you are cold and dead in the ground, but I'll have to work hard getting them to let me pull the plug."
She agreed that they should do those.
"I'll be rushing to get that plug pulled, you know," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
"SO I CAN GET THE WINE GLASSES!" I told her.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
My New Fun Thing-Yoga
While I was visiting my friend Julie, we tried out a couple of yoga DVDs. We'd talked about it before I came...plotting to attend a class or two during my visit. But we weren't able to find a class that fit in with our schedule. What does that tell you? We didn't have a schedule! The yoga options in Rochester, Minnesota are kind of limited.
Anyway, after we had supper Friday night, Julie remembered that she'd not checked the mail. When she opened the front door, she found a gift from some one of her husband's coworkers...a yoga DVD called "Candelight Yoga." What great timing!
So, despite our having full stomachs and at least one glass of wine already, we trooped down the family room to give the DVD a go.
It was EXCELLENT! I've ordered my own copy from Barnes & Noble now.
I've only done yoga a couple of times. There is a small class that meets here in Indian Land at our Boy Scout hut on Mondays at 3:30. But that time does not work really well for me. And I kind of hated to get all excited about it because it only meets once a week. The class was quite hard, too, as it's an hour long and some of the stretches are held for very long periods of time, which tended to make me sore at the end.
This practice is 43 minutes long. I'll use it for days when I don't go to Jazzercise as a "long practice." It was easy to follow and the instructor is not annoying. She's in a class so you can see other students, some of whom are doing slight variations based upon their abilities. There is also a short "energizing" practice that I liked, too.
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