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Birthdays and A Little Matchmaking

I have memories of only two birthday parties from my childhood.  Since my birthday is just one week before Christmas, it must have been tough to get such a thing organized.  One was when I was young enough to feel miffed that I couldn’t win any of the games, the other was the year I turned 13 and my parents flew my friends from Maryland in to our new house in Pennsylvania. 

Youngest grandgirl, Ayla, will not suffer such a fate.  Her mom is aayla-birthday-party kindergarten teacher that waited a very long time for a baby.  At her second birthday there was a bounce house to share with her friends and cousins.  Not to mention her snazzy ensemble honoring her favorite Sesame Street character, Abby Cadabby.ayla-second-birthday  Then there’s that dance thing she got to do with her very cool older half sister.  ayla-presents1No birthday would be complete without presents and there were plenty of those too.

Yup, Ayla is one lucky kid, I know because I raised her mother.

ayla-with-michelleWho just happens to be single, by the way.  So if you have sons or grandsons, between 27-32, gainfully employed, must love children and go to church…e-mail me and let’s hook ’em up. 

I’m kidding Michelle!

(Not really, everyone else)

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March 27, 2009 at 7:25 am 19 comments

Some Things Just Shouldn’t Be Repeated

I opened up my e-mail this morning and, like always, scimmed through whatever Yahoo calls news only to find that the Farrelly brothers are remaking The Three Stooges.  With Jim Carey, Sean Penn and Benicio del Toro as Larry, Moe and Curly.  Well isn’t that just a poke in the eye and slap on the head? 

I didn’t like the three stooges the first time around, why in the world would someone think that sad old slapstick nonsense should be resurrected?   More importantly, all that slapping, poking and injuring is no longer politically correct…take it out and there really wasn’t any story left behind.  Sean Penn????

March 26, 2009 at 3:32 pm 9 comments

Zombified

Have you ever had one of those days where you can see that someone is talking to you but the stuff coming out of their mouth just sounds like wordless bleating?  A night when your body keeps moving but your head is still getting over what you did before lunch?  Have you ever stared blankly at an object you’ve used every day of your life and failed repeatedly to come up with its name?  Or…I just love when this happens…spent an hour searching for something that’s on your head or in your hand?  Yup, that’s where I am tonight, a resident of zombi land.

March 25, 2009 at 10:56 am 8 comments

Happy Dance!

What an exciting weekend.  First, we had warm weather – with sun.  Then there was a grand girls birthday party and then Princess announced her engagement to long time boyfriend, Ernie.  If you’ve been visiting here long, you know Princess is my youngest daughter and we already loved Ernie like a son. 

More good news this morning.  It looks like my Pap has finally got a job interview.  That’s amazing good news, I know he’s tired of running around doing odd jobs while we watch the money in our bank account disappear like smoke. 

Scary to put in print, but is it possible we’re finally exiting that long, dark, tunnel?

March 23, 2009 at 9:49 pm 9 comments

Brain Damaged

I think I burned out several hundred brain cells today writing.  Did I tell you I started a new job for a newspaper?  I didn’t?  Imagine that….Well, I wasn’t supposed to start until April first, but the correspondent who’s place I’m taking has stopped writing, so my editor asked me to move up a week.  Holy cow!  I spent Monday and Tuesday chasing down leads and doing interviews.  I spent all…day….today writing the stories.  I’m exhausted.  What I hate most, is that with such a short deadline it isn’t my best writing.  Ugh.

March 19, 2009 at 3:20 am 10 comments

Girl Scout Controversy

I love the Girl Scout program, but this breaking news made me a little cranky this morning:

A girl needs to sell enough cookies to get herself to camp.  She tries going door to door, but she’s running out of time and hasn’t sold near enough to pay her way.  She puts up  a beautiful website and in days has sold and shipped 700 boxes of cookies.  That’s when the Girl Scout Council stepped in and ordered her to take the website down claiming “the cookie sale is meant to be a face to face experience.”

(Insert raspberry sound here)  Come on!  I haven’t had a real scout knock on my door in 20 years.  I’ve had plenty of parents handing me sheets to order cookies at work or church.  You can drop into any factory in America during the cookie sale time and find order sheets tacked to the bulletin board.  I’ve seen mothers (sometimes with a couple of Scouts running around the parking lot) selling boxes of cookies in front of Walmart. 

Whatever “skills” the Girl Scout Council intended the girls to learn in the beginning went right out the window when they added a competitive element to the program and set quotas by troop. 

 It irritates me on another level too.  We’ve stood calmly by while this generation of kids has been provided with computers, ipods, cell phones and other communication devices.  We’ve said nothing when they started networking socially through these electronic means instead of hanging out at the local diner.  Of course they’re going to rely on this network to sell their cookies. 

I applaud the Girl Scout Council for attempting to create a program forcing the girls personly interact, but the cookie sale is no longer the place for it.  Not when this sale is the primary revenue stream for most troop activities.

March 16, 2009 at 3:50 pm 11 comments

Writers on Sculptors

cottrill-men-of-zanesvilleWe’re really fortunate here in Southeastern Ohio that we’re surrounded by some really fantastic artists and artisans.  My writing group and the group in Zanesville have been combing forces over the last few months on a project called Writers on…  Our first event was Writers on Painters.  This month it was Writers on Sculptors featuring the work of Alan Cottrill.  A visit to his studio is totally mind blowing.  His bronze sculptures are not just good, most of them are gigantic.  cottrill-man-in-distress-wholeThe samples here are not even the best of his work, but these are the ones that inspired stories from me.  cottrill-scared-man If you’re ever in the area, this is a great place to visit.  If you live too far away, click on the link and take a virtual tour.

March 13, 2009 at 4:31 pm 3 comments

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