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Happy New Years from NYC
12/31/07

Well the craziness has begun down in "The City." We were down there last week, the Saturday before Christmas. The place is an energy buzz. I'll put up photos shortly. In the mean time, you might enjoy enjoying New Years Eve the same way we will ... via the Internet! No, we're not actually crazy enough to be down there (yet) but I am keeping up via Earthcam's Streaming Video.

Enjoy,
Have fun!
pam

Pam is a Texan living on the Southern Fringes of Upstate New York. She enjoys messing with people's minds by consistently offering up proof that all of New York state is NOT New York City.
A Great Time was Had by All
11/18/07

The wedding went very very smoothly yesterday and the rehearsal dinner was highly eatable. (Homemade goodies all around!) I suspect we all put on mmm 2 or 3 pounds a piece. Oh and then we all had another piece of cake this morning at church.

The best overheard line was said by one of the groom's brothers to the groom (scroll down).

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Oh man! She's already got you trained!

Have fun,
Enjoy,
pam

Pam is a Texan living on the Southern Fringe of Upstate New York. She counts herself as exceedingly blessed.
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Last comment made by Sarah ~ 11/25/07
Decisions and a Story about Men and Women
05/08/07

Hmmm well it seems I am getting threatening posts and harassing emails. So I give up ...

Yes, it's true! Atypical said, "If you don't come out of hiding soon, I am going to have to send my rambunctiously adorable epileptic dog out in search - and he has a bad sense of direction!"

And Mary-LUE sent me a note saying, "You are awfully quiet. Has Second Life stolen you away from us?"

Even this IM from my own daughter!
[12:05] violetkey: Hi, how goes it?
[12:06] MarillaAnne: HEY I'm actually writing a post
[12:07] violetkey: yeah, i've heard that before

And from my own husband!
[12:12] Billy: u really should put up a new pic
[12:12] Billy: the snow is long gone now

So they've confirmed to me something ... it's time to take my own advice. It's time for me to give up only posting when I have time to write -- as I prefer to. It's time for me to stop dismissing the small bits of time that I have.

Between all the activities that spring brings and working towards having my own business in Second Life, I am simply not able to devote large chunks of time to writing those long meandering posts that I love. But that doesn't mean I should just stop!

Aside: I do have two longish posts that I'm working with but every time I sit with them, the heart of it seems to slip just beyond the confinement of words. But there is progress being made.

Also, for the moment, I am not going to separate my "First Life" and my "Second Life" in this blog. I had toyed with the idea. And I may yet. But for now, I'm just going to tell about both.

Today is about First Life and how proud I am of my hubby. (He gets very frustrated that I always make him look like a saint ... but ... he never gives me anything bad to write about ... for which I am eternally grateful!)

One Sunday morning, shortly after we started attending our church, the pastor and his wife told about a lovely dinner they had attended the night before. A church in Connecticut had invited them to a meal prepared by the men in the church especially for the ladies.

Well the men in our church were not to be outdone! And I do not know how they possibly could be. They rolled up their sleeves and the Saturday before Mother's Day they put on one Royal Shebang!

All of us ladies were properly impressed and I don't know how we could have enjoyed ourselves more.

Billy grilled all day ... brisket and chicken. Anyone who's had Billy's grill'n will tell you it is fantastic. He's very careful to cause the effect to be much closer to slowly smoked meat.

The rest of the men ... oh my! Decorated, organized, fixed excellent side dishes, planned/performed music, and then the pastor gave us some encouraging words.

Now, I want to tell you about the most amazing affect of two very important aspects: 1) This was not hailed as a Mother's Day dinner. It was a dinner to honor the ladies of the church (and their friends). 2) The men never sat down with us.

As an event to honor the ladies, the men made little speeches about things that this event had made them reflect on. How much the women do in the church, how as a group the ladies bring the feeling of family to the church (this was especially pointed out by a single young man), and how we work diligently, side by side, with the men to make community events successful, etc. These facts are true -- motherhood and marriage have nothing to do with them. It was all about the ladies bringing their unique blessings to the church.

Now, the majority of us are married. And I will be the first to admit that we fully expected the men to put out the food and all of us to go through a line and for all of us to sit down together.

But they did not do this. They seated all of us ladies and then served us. They brought us punch and bread and the main course and all the sides and desert and coffee or hot tea.

At first, it felt funny to be separated from Billy but I quickly got use to it -- as did all of the other married women. Soon we were a group of women laughing and carrying on and enjoying the company of each other.

After the meal they ushered us into the sanctuary and we were seated as a group and we sang together and were sung to by a few of the men.

Then the pastor spoke to us about how the pressures in today's world are huge for women and encouraged us to take them seriously. He encouraged us to especially protect our hearts, souls, and emotions by "Rejoicing alway."

"It is not always. It is alway as in every way." Also Rejoice is to re-live joy ... not that every moment is joy but that every moment we can remember another joy.

And all the while, most of the men were cleaning up in the back.

I cannot begin to tell you what a huge huge blessing the whole evening was. The men totally cocooned us into a moment just for us. And we women fully enjoyed the company of other women, each of us in a different place in our individual lives. ... our only common threads were our womanhood ... and the fact that each of was connected to another man or woman who was in some way connected to our church ... and no it was not always by membership.

Okay now this is one more aside for anyone who attends the same church: No, Billy did not make himself sick grilling. He woke up with a fierce headache Saturday morning and it carried on through Sunday. He just didn't admit it to anyone on Saturday -- not even me! And I ended up with a round of insomnia Saturday that hit me like a ton of bricks Sunday morning. (Often I make it through the next morning.) So that's why we weren't there Sunday. Ya'll didn't do anything to us :~)

Okay, tomorrow I will introduce you to Janford and her Second Life islands. An absolute oasis! Right now I have to get ready to attend a meeting in Second Life and then also follow up on some advice from Janford.
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Last comment made by atypical ~ 05/09/07
If This is God's Will -- Where's the Joy?
04/10/07

Well, there's a little problem with asking a storyteller a question: Storytellers don't answer questions with three words or less. PLUS You will always get a very very long story if you ask the storyteller when she's starting to feel alive again after spending a week cooped up, isolated and feeling like a pile of cold, cooked spaghetti noodles. (Really.)

Plus we all know I have this meme affliction wherein I twist every meme to meet my own objectives.

Yeah ... so ... out of Atypical's interview questions ... I generated at least an entire week's worth of verb-age.

I am starting with Atypical's question #4:
Can you give one example of a time in your life where joy welled up so much inside of you that it had to spray out, sprinkler like, on anyone who happened to pass by?
My very, very first thought was of the incredible experience that carried us from Oregon to New York. (I had wanted to go back to Texas but ... )

How many people do you know who have nothing ... nada ... zippo ... ZZ-EE-RR-OO in the bank account and no reason to believe money is "in the mail," "winging it's way to you," and certainly "we're in the money" is not a phrase they know?

Ok how many of those people would paper the nation with a resume and cover letter claiming to be able to "self re-locate" at that very moment -- in that very condition?

We did it with my husband's resume -- with a complete trust in God that He was perfectly able to make it happen. The very first clue that this was a perfectly fine idea was how the two of us felt about it's very existence. It's birth was the first time Billy and I had been on the same page in almost a year. That out of sync feeling that had been so disconcerting suddenly disappeared.

I want to tell you that from the time the phone rang 30 minutes after the first resume went out until we moved into our current apartment 90 days later -- every single moment of every day was filled with contentment, peace, joy ...

Yeah ... and I'd have to lie in order to tell you that. It was full of struggle, suspense, doubt, anger, fear, hurt, separation from my better half, etc. Of course, this drama was only one of six extreme drama's going on all at the same time. Oh yes ... when we do drama, we do it up right!

So, how is it that I reached a point of "sprinkling" joy everywhere? Because God is good ... Great ... AWESOME !!!

If you start at the beginning of the story and read all the way through, I created a page just for that: Our Moving to NY Story

You will find most of the dramas listed in this post: A Banner Week. I started my blog a few weeks after I sent out this "Dear Everybody" note.

The overview to strictly the moving story and some of the conclusion is in A Moving West Coast - East Coast Story. It also has footnotes with links to the hair-raising details of the money story. If you are looking for some courage to believe in God's care, I strongly suggest you find those footnotes.

The joy part? :: smirk :: Seek and ye shall find. It's a perfectly grand story that deserves it's place in time. So, I encourage you to persevere to the end.

I used this as an opportunity to go back and put these posts back in order the way I want them read and I turned on the commenting for each post.

It is perfectly legal to bookmark the story and come back to read in bits and pieces.

Enjoy
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Last comment made by Terri B. ~ 04/13/07
Haiku with One Deep Breath #3 -- Spring's Song Risk
04/07/07

This week the prompt over at One Deep Breath was an encouragement to slow down and listen to spring's song.

When I finally got over there and read it, I burst out in laughter. Just the night before when I opened our door, I was accosted by spring's song. It turns out that the swamp critters took a great risk though.

Great Swamp's sweet Spring song
burst forth in eve's cacophony;
next night frozen mute.
This image is of a revisit of a swamp dawning at the end of last August.



Go read/see more poetry
Read the prompt

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Last comment made by susanlavonne ~ 04/13/07
Ok Ya'll it's Your Turn to Talk
04/03/07

I think I'm fighting with the flu ... Yes, I'm taking appropriate non-drugs and drugs ... so don't leave me any drug advice ... I have enough!

Instead, what I really want is to hear from you about you and yours. And feel free to talk among yourselves ... leave notes for each other ...

I just feel too brainless to even go look at my feed reader ... so if you've written something you want me to know about ... leave me a link.

If you've found something fantastic out on the web lately ... leave me a link.

If your dog had puppies, tell me about it.

Ya get the idea?

I'll be fading in and out ... so have fun.

And for pities sake don't say "oh I'm so sorry your sick." I don't need to be reminded. I going to assume you aren't jumping up and down happy. I think you're nicer than that.
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Last comment made by Barbara ~ 04/09/07
Haiku with One Deep Breath #2 -- One Line Poems
04/01/07

First a note ... If you expected to arrive here and read about Casey and the Magnolia Cafe, something went all sideways and so you can find it on another post of mine: here.

This week the prompt over at One Deep Breath was about writing one line poems. What? A one line poem?

Well, I'd love to explain it to you in detail but besides the fact that I am again posting my poem at the very last second. I'm also striving to accomplish this in about 15 min ... and I'm trying to fix a post gone awry.

go on over to One Deep Breath and read through the references.

My one liner is in keeping with my Texas Spring Fever:

Texas unique thunder storms across rolling prairie hills.
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Last comment made by Marcia (MeeAugraphie) ~ 04/10/07
Women are Fantastic Friday -- Casey and Magnolia's Cafe
03/30/07

The Women are Fantastic Friday meme is curated by Sophie, of A Hole in the Fence. It gives us a chance to tell about the women in our lives who are encouraging us to have a "We Can Do It" attitude. Today I am telling the story of Casey and the Magnolia's Cafe of Patterson, New York (previously in Carmel).

Finally there's a real cafe in Patterson, New York. As soon as the Magnolia's Cafe sign went up -- weeks before they opened -- rumors and hopes flew high.

"There is / was a Magnolia's Cafe in Carmel (New York, of course). They serve organic / healthy food. Their food is fantastic!" In general, there were lots of optimistic ideas about an abundance of good eats soon to be in Patterson.

Magnolia's Cafe opened in February, the week that the temperatures plummeted into an unbearable walking range -- at least for me. My daring, darling husband took a package to the post office and turned it into an opportunity to do some cafe reconnaissance.

When Billy returned home, I got a full report on the appearance of the pancakes: "the size of the plate and almost 1/2" thick!" And I received an order: "I don't care what the weather is doing next weekend we are going to go have breakfast!"

We are officially addicted. Every rumor was understated.

When we visit Magnolia's Cafe I hear things like this: "Oh it's such a good thing Casey lost that lease." "This is so much better for Casey." "She has so much more room here." Everyone is so pleased!

And each and every visit I observe someone new become addicted or one of her former customers will show up for the first time and rave about the new digs and be so excited to be reunited with Magnolia's Cafe's food and friendliness.

My respect for Casey, the owner of Magnolia Cafe, and her crew has also grown with every visit. And so I asked Casey for an interview and she willingly agreed ... especially when I told her why I wanted to write about her and hers for Women are Fantastic Friday.

The first thing I asked Casey about was the move -- was it true that they lost their lease? The answer is that it was actually a mutual agreement not to renew the lease. Casey had been combing the area for two years trying to find a new location. But nothing would work out. The rent would be too high or this or that or the other would be insufficient.

One of her employees' sons lives in Patterson and he kept telling Casey about this fantastic spot right across from the Patterson train station. Casey kept thinking it would be too far away and she would lose all of her customers ... but finally ... just so she could say she looked ... she looked.

Casey told me, "As soon as I walked in, I knew that this was exactly the right place for Magnolia's Cafe." And then, Casey and I reviewed how the spot had been vacant for almost a year and how an easing in certain utility restrictions was negotiated right before she came to look at the spot. And we came to the agreement that "this place was definitely on hold for you."

So then came all of the excitement and trauma of the actual move. They had anticipated a three week closure but it ended up being five weeks ... "because there's so many variables." Casey continued, "I was equally excited and intimidated. I had never put a kitchen together before. We didn't originally start with a blank slate at the other place in Carmel but here I had a completely blank slate. I could easily envision it just as it should be but getting it to that place was a little challenging."

Casey still just almost vibrates with the exhilaration of the adventure when she speaks of the excitement and joy being on equal planes with the challenge and frustration.

"Casey, when Billy started hearing rumors about Magnolia's Cafe, one of them was that you cook with organics -- and it wasn't said in a nose scrunched up kind of way. It was said in a way that implied that's where some of your food's goodness comes from. How much do you get to use organic food?"

Casey was all smiles when she started talking about the process of selecting the foods. Basically, her food selection priorities are: Fresh, Local, Organic ... and pricing has to mix in there ... and of course the seasons have a very large impact on the process.

We discussed that with the local farms mostly being small, they already have a tendency to shy away from heavy, harmful pesticide use. So even if they aren't certified organic, they are certainly a better choice -- not to mention there are more and more proven benefits to eating locally grown foods. (If you grow locally, Casey wants to hear from you.)

Since the growing season here ended some months ago and we're still not into a growing / harvesting season, Casey believes her certified organics may have dwindled, at this point, to just the flours and the beef.

But let me tell you about the beef at Magnolia's Cafe. It is grass-fed and organic beef! Grass-fed cows do not have to be pumped full of antibiotics in order to eat a grain (corn) that they are not designed to digest. It's true. The way I see it corn-fed cattle are basically tortured cattle. Grass-fed cattle also produce meat (and cheese) higher in omega 3's ... the brain and skin omega that we so desperately need.

"Alright, Casey, I'm from the south and being from the south I think that the magnolia is strictly southern ... is there some sort of tie to the south?" Casey smiled and explained that there really are certain types of magnolia's up here in New York.

"But originally I had a partner and she had spent time in the south and I liked the idea of a relaxed, southern-type atmosphere ... you know like times use to be ... where people came and went and you knew it by the banging of the screen door. Basically I think of it as trying to achieve a Tennessee Williams type of era and atmosphere."

"Casey, is there anything else you would want to add ... that you would want people to know about Magnolia's ...?"

"Well, since this is for women, about women, I want to add that the two ladies who work for me have been with me for six years. And when it came down to it, I wouldn't have made the move unless they had been willing to come with me. That was an absolute and they knew they had to be in agreement or I wasn't going to do it.

Then during the move and in getting this place open, they helped me in ways that only friends would have and could have."

Then Casey, who was already a little teary-eyed talking about her friends, got a little choked up as she continued to explain, "What we try to put into our food is love and we have had even some of the crustiest old men that you would never think would observe this say things like, 'I know what's in here. I know why this tastes so good. It's got love in it.'"

And so we reach the point where I have to confirm to you that what has constantly increased my respect and affection for Casey and the ladies (okay, and the young man who's "like family" who helps out from time to time) is that they have a very obvious respect for each other, their customers, and their suppliers.

They effortlessly create that relaxed atmosphere by learning the names of their customers, always greeting people with a "Hey! There you are!" attitude, and being quick to admit when they are mistaken. They are gracious in every way possible with each other and the customers.

And, they are in constant conversation with the customers as they come and go bringing out food and carrying away empty dishes. It permeates the whole cafe.

The customers converse from table to table. We are gracious with each other. We come up with ideas for Casey and the Magnolia's Cafe. We come up with ideas for each other. We all love coming to Magnolia's Cafe where the atmosphere is relaxed, people know our names, and there's love in the food.

Magnolia's Cafe is located on Front Street in Patterson, New York, right across from the Metro-North Train Station. Phone: 845-878-9759. Tell them Pam sent ya.



If you want to know more about organics and locally grown foods, feel free to review this little bit (really) I wrote last year: Organics in the Meatrix. There are many resources listed.
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Last comment made by Lulu ~ 04/02/07
Sleeping with Bread -- Springy Short Stack
03/28/07


My Sleeping with Bread refused to be deep and thoughtful this week. I actually wrote it Monday afternoon at the cafe but between obsessing over my baby and being overwhelmed by the blogosphere ... well here we are ... again ... Wednesday.

Blessings:
  • Hints of Spring

  • More birds

  • Little gray squirrels

  • Deer visitations

  • New Friends

  • The New Computer arrived safe and sound! Happy Dance!

Missing:
I started down that slippery slope of homesickness when I was reading my National Geographic Adventure Magazine and noticed an advertisement for TravelTex.com. They proudly proclaim:
Who am I to argue? So I checked them out. It's a fairly decent site actually. The screen saver download was disappointing since they don't use images that are actually large enough for my monitor.

But! I found out that I can control a camera in Texas from New York. It's rather fun. But be patient with it. The camera really does receive every request you make. Every left and right and every zoom. Alright, if you want to play with the camera, click to get in line. Literally. You're looking for a button that says "Get in Line."

Oh and you should also know that by mid-May, I know I'd be ready to come back to my "Southern Fringes of Upstate NY!" Or maybe somewhere even cooler. So obviously I just have a small case of Texas Spring Fever.

The Sleeping with Bread meme is propagated by Mary of Life, the Universe and Everything. It gives us a chance to stop and consider God's blessings and a chance to evaluate what is giving us pause or grief.
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Last comment made by Sarah O ~ 04/07/07
A Modern Child's Handprint
03/28/07

I'm the first to admit that I thought my child's hand print in tempera paint or clay was just too cute. But do you know what happens to those over the years? I'm not going to spell it out for you. I will tell you that it just gets messy -- and other things that could make you cry.

Enter stage center (yes, use the lift and include dry ice effects), one highly creative, exceedingly modern dad -- Mike Leonen. Mike is an award winning writer. He won his awards in journalism. Now he stays home to give time to his sons, write a hysterical blog, and explore his skills in the visual arts. Let me show you his latest ...

Mike Leonen: Something about Parenting

Posted with Mike Leonen's permission.
Please do not use this image without Mike Leonen's consent.

If you have a child, a grandchild, a niece, a nephew, a close friend with a child, ... the possibilities are endless ... you can completely understand the importance of this piece of art work. And I'm sure you can completely understand how much better digital survives compared to clay or tempera!

Mike is offering to create your unique image starting at the most insane price of $18. Trust me when I say this: I would never create it for you for $18 and you know how much I love my readers. MOREOVER, He his giving you the rights to print and reprint the digital file he creates for you. This is a generous licensing agreement. Many artists control the printing process -- and charge dearly for it. So I highly suggest that you get over to Mike's Something about Parenting blog and take advantage of him his incredible offer before he comes to his senses. And while you're there, add Mike to your RSS feed reader.

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Last comment made by Kim ~ 03/29/07
Now! This is what I call Tracking!
03/28/07

A moment by moment update on it's location.



Now ... Poughkeepsie is about 28 miles +/- from me. I'm up. I'm dressed. I'm even going to open my front door today. (OK. You've got me. The door's really gonna be open because the weather is being soooo wonderfully warm. And yes I'm almost always up and dressed by now. Still ... it all fits in nicely with being ultra prepared in case the UPS delivery route makes a sudden deviation straight to my house.)

So, you know, why couldn't UPS at least told me when the package crossed state lines? They don't have to actually rescan each box in a "truck" (aka plane). They could just do a batch update.

I still maintain that UPS can't do that because then they'd have to admit that it's not really the transportation that delays delivery ... it's really about prioritizing. Don't they think we're mature enough to chose a priority vs a methodology?

FedEx Overnight is totally based on priority. Works out pretty well in my mind.

Ok well ... I'm usually on the near tail-end of the deliveries with UPS ... so today I shall be entertaining myself with blogging and cleaning house.

I still have a few things left over from last week that I want to talk about.

Late Monday afternoon I went down to the cafe to just enjoy some time with my thoughts away from a keyboard. I got a few bloggable ideas.

Yesterday I bumped into two things. One, is the very epitome of why I hang out with moms and dads. The other is one reason why I don't miss the tech world. And it explains why I am so strict with my blog.

I'm going to do all the light-weight stuff first because I'm afraid that the last item is going to take up most of a day to compose something mostly coherent.
"Baby" Update
03/27/07

Finally!!



That's about 72 miles away. Now, there's no telling when it will get here tomorrow.

Arrgggg!

Okay I think I might should tell ya'll some of the rest of the story.

Back ... wwway back ... before MailBoxes etc was a household name ... back when the franchise was maybe four or five years old, I worked in one of the stores.

It was fascinating. People thought the counter was the bar and I was the bartender. They'd walk in and put their packages down and then fill me in on alllllllllllll the drama surrounding this package -- and if I was really lucky, they'd also include their life story.

One thing we did on a regular basis was call the customer service people to track down a package. It was just a regular love-fest. Not.

So fast forward about fifteen years and what did my Daughter V do for about 1.5 yrs? She worked at a FedEx/Kinko's. She did everything I did at MBE in a whole new modern way.

Guess what ... nothing's really changed as far as people go. One small advantage she had: She could at least try to track a package by looking it up online. 'Cause that love-fest thing with customer service ... that didn't change either.

And we're both laughing about my frustration about the (lack of) tracking re my baby. Just because you know how the system works doesn't take away anxiety.

Next stage: Will it be in one working piece if it does actually make it to my door?

After all ... to quote my former employer ... "They say there's not a war on but I'd never know it by the shape these boxes arrive in."
Where IS my NEW Baby?!
03/26/07

Ok ... so ... a few of you may have noticed that ...

  • I have a daughter who lives in Portland.

  • She's seriously thinking of popping down to Dallas, TX for a long weekend in April.

  • Nothing hugely urgent -- just her haircut is six months old and there's this once-a-year nationally-top-ranked art show ...

  • This kind of chatter use to be reserved for the likes of the Kennedys and the Rockefellers.

So obviously air travel has come a very long way. VERY! We live in a new world. Really.

So but for some reason ... UPS wants us all to believe that they still actually put all of those "ground shipments" into their little brown trucks and actually Drive them across country ... from say ... Colorado to New York.

Personally I don't believe this. I have proof, too.



This is a screen shot of the tracking of my NEW computer from Colorado to New York. First, as we've established ... I don't think it's in a little brown truck somewhere. Nope. Because if it were ... they could at least have the decency to stop and scan the box and transmit it's new location ... like ... is it safe to assume that it's made it across the flatlands of Kansas ... or did the driver take the scenic route through the southern edge of Kansas? No. They can't stop and scan the package and let me know if it could be in, oh say, Indiana, visiting my friend Laurie. No. They can't tell me any of this.

Why? (well aside from the very high unlikelihood that my friend would know a UPS driver who would know that she's my friend and that that box is my new baby ...) ... They cannot scan the box and give me a location update because the box is not in a truck. Shipping it by truck from Colorado to New York would be hugely inefficient. It would NOT fit into the new world.

So ... you see ... obviously ... there's a plot.
  • It boarded an airplane.

  • My new computer is sitting down in NYC right this minute in a warehouse.

  • They can't scan it and provide me with an update on it's current location because then I would expect delivery today.

  • This is all about their convenience.

Look, don't expect logical from me. They aren't telling me where my new baby is. For four six days all I've known is that it's left it's originating city in Colorado ... well really do I even know that? What exactly does "Departure Scan" really mean?

My nerves are wearing thin.
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Last comment made by Mike ~ 03/27/07
The Wikipedia Time Machine Meme
03/25/07

Well, I think we can pretty well establish that I have a proven record of struggling to remain inside the boundaries of any meme's original scope and intent. Mary of Life, Universe and Everything tagged me for a fairly harmless looking little meme. The idea is ...

1. Go to Wikipedia and type in your Birthday Month and day only.
2. List 3 Events that occurred that day.
3. List 2 important Birth days.
4. List 1 Death.
5. List a Holiday or Observance. (if any)
6. Tag 5 other bloggers.
I came close to staying within the boundaries. As to #6, I'm tired from all the exploring I did when I fell head over heals into this little exercise. It was amusing, informative, and ... a little disheartening to discover that only movie stars and musicians were born after say 1945-ish. Oh, yeah, right, as I was saying ... I'm worn out from goofing off with this ... so ya'll talk amongst yourselves, compare notes, and tag someone else to do the meme. Then come back and let me know "who, what, when, where ...." If you want, you can even throw in "why."

For my birthday: July 3

EventsBirths
  • 1567 - Samuel de Champlain, French explorer (d.1635)[Loved to do small things on his birthday ... like establish cities in out of the way places ... like Canada.]
  • 1738 - John Singleton Copley, American painter (d.1815) "... was a Boston-born American artist of the colonial period, famous for his portraits of important figures in colonial New England, particularly men and women of the middle class. His portraits were innovative in that they tended to portray their subjects with artifacts that were indicative of their lives." [Yeah ... but when the going got tough ... he took off for England.]
  • 1958 - Aaron Tippin, American [country] singer [I do not mind sharing my bday with him.]
Death
1749 - William Jones, Welsh mathematician (b.1675) "As a
mathematician, his most noted contribution is his proposal for the use of the symbol π (the Greek letter pi) to represent the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. He became a close friend of Sir Isaac Newton and Sir Edmund Halley. In 1712, he became a Fellow of the Royal Society, and was later its Vice-President." [The man knew how to collect friends! Can you imagine bumping into the three of them at the local coffee shop?]

Holiday / Observance
July 3 is the official first day of the Dog Days of Summer. And my mom will be the first to vouch for the truth of this statement. She does not have fond memories of dealing with a first new baby in the heat.


For my mother's birthday: March 23

EventsBirths
  • 1699 - John Bartram, American botanist (d.1777)
  • 1924 - Bette Nesmith Graham, American inventor (d.1980)
  • 1941 - Jim Trelease, American educator and children's literature author [My kids will remember The Read-Aloud Handbook and now out is The New Read-Aloud Handbook. I can say without hesitation Jim Trelease's book contributed to my children's great love of books. It is a HUGE MUST GET BOOK if you have children ... or grandchildren ... or know children ... or know anyone who has children ...]
Death
1982 - Barney Clark, first artificial heart recipient (b.1921)

Holidays
I was totally dissatisfied with the holidays listed on Wikipedia so, with very little effort, I discovered that March 23 is both "Liberty Day" (in honor of the 1775 speech by Mr. Henry) and it is "Near Miss Day." You can read "Did the Earth almost get hit by an asteroid on March 23, 1989?" at The Astronomy Cafe
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Last comment made by Darren ~ 03/26/07