Gotta have some resolve. Ok-doke. Let's start with the two resolutions on my "How to Draw a Radish Calendar" at the office.
1. Learn to draw.
2. Make Noise.
This will probably be the last blog of 2002. See ya next year!
Tuesday, December 31, 2002
And now, 2002 winds down. It was a year that on a personal level started with frustration and fear and ended with peacefulness and hopefulness. So many of you contributed to this feeling of well-being. You know who you are, and I thank you.
Gotta have some resolve. Ok-doke. Let's start with the two resolutions on my "How to Draw a Radish Calendar" at the office.
1. Learn to draw.
2. Make Noise.
This will probably be the last blog of 2002. See ya next year!
Gotta have some resolve. Ok-doke. Let's start with the two resolutions on my "How to Draw a Radish Calendar" at the office.
1. Learn to draw.
2. Make Noise.
This will probably be the last blog of 2002. See ya next year!
Yikes! Where did yesterday go?
Yesterday was one of those busy every moment types of day. Lots of fun, but a little draining and I crashed! It was up early to finish the 16th Birthday scrapbook for my nephew (procrastination, thy name is Shirl) then on to work to: finish the newsletter, send it off to the printer; finish payroll, send it off to the comptroller; finish setting up the inventory teams, go over it with the boss; and then go to Nephew's big party. Whew. It's not that I'm getting old (well, maybe it is *sigh*) but bed beckoned pretty early.
Today is inventory at work but we get out early. I've scheduled a NAP in the p.m., before the New Year gig. So all is well.
Speaking of New Year's, I did come up with my twenty words for the Mayfly project.
Bryn had a link to the Mayfly Project, which is an exercise in summarizing the past year in twenty words. The Saturday 8 also pointed to it.
Drumroll, please:
Turned fifty. Started tutoring. Guitar time. Ernest Hemingway. Charities at work. Blogathon. Wilderness State Park. Tattoo! Three funerals. Chasing moonbeams.
Yesterday was one of those busy every moment types of day. Lots of fun, but a little draining and I crashed! It was up early to finish the 16th Birthday scrapbook for my nephew (procrastination, thy name is Shirl) then on to work to: finish the newsletter, send it off to the printer; finish payroll, send it off to the comptroller; finish setting up the inventory teams, go over it with the boss; and then go to Nephew's big party. Whew. It's not that I'm getting old (well, maybe it is *sigh*) but bed beckoned pretty early.
Today is inventory at work but we get out early. I've scheduled a NAP in the p.m., before the New Year gig. So all is well.
Speaking of New Year's, I did come up with my twenty words for the Mayfly project.
Bryn had a link to the Mayfly Project, which is an exercise in summarizing the past year in twenty words. The Saturday 8 also pointed to it.
Drumroll, please:
Turned fifty. Started tutoring. Guitar time. Ernest Hemingway. Charities at work. Blogathon. Wilderness State Park. Tattoo! Three funerals. Chasing moonbeams.
Sunday, December 29, 2002
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hehehe...I just LOVE when fun stuff works! Thanks again, ever so much, meg! It's not perfect like yours, and there are a couple of edits that Blogger hasn't caught yet, but getting there!
Good afternoon!
I'm sitting here at work, playing on the internet when I should be finishing up the dagnab newsletter. I am so bad! I also wanted to check on the day-end computer operation, which was hanging yesterday. It went through fine, so Monday morning should be a leeeettle bit easier.
We're also gearing up for inventory. I know, yuck! Except that the thought of being cooped up in the warehouse with a couple dozen hunky construction worker types isn't ALL bad.
Okay okay...back to work.
I'm sitting here at work, playing on the internet when I should be finishing up the dagnab newsletter. I am so bad! I also wanted to check on the day-end computer operation, which was hanging yesterday. It went through fine, so Monday morning should be a leeeettle bit easier.
We're also gearing up for inventory. I know, yuck! Except that the thought of being cooped up in the warehouse with a couple dozen hunky construction worker types isn't ALL bad.
Okay okay...back to work.
Saturday, December 28, 2002
My cyber-brother Jeeem is "Desperately Searching for Jesus Herrera", an old friend from his El Paso days. He has a request for help from anyone who might belong to classmates.com. If you can help him out, cool, and if not...it's a good read. Jeeem's been buried under eighteen inches of snow. I think he's waiting for the spring thaw to come.
Saturday-8: "Last Saturday, '02 - Woo-hoo"
Swiped the Saturday 8 from Kathryn, who surprised me with ladybugs (you rock!!) and who also says this about her Christmas:
'Twas an overwhelming holiday, and I'm spoiled. I feel--know--what years ago I couldn't comprehend, no matter how much I was given--and that is, I am loved. And it isn't the presents that tell me. It's simply the awareness that I am loved. It is good to be alive, well-fed, rested, and cared for. That's quite enough.
Sweet.
- What are the 8 greatest things about this past year?
the young feller, my tattoo, tutoring, coming to peace (not pieces) with fifty, Blogathon, Wilderness State Park, new friends both virtual and real, and the holidays. - Who are 7 of the closest people to your heart?
Can't do it in seven. Just won't work - What are 6 of your favorite rock/music bands?
Oops! - Name 5 items visible to your eyes right now.
Erin the Beanie Baby on my monitor, assorted computer paraphernalia (must do something about all those cords), bookcase cluttered with books and paper, painting of Many Glacier, Planters cocktail peanuts can (half empty). - What are 4 words/phrases that you use all the time?
Oopsie, well dang, whatever (in varying tones) (it's a phrase that used to drive me nuts, now I use it all the time, go figure), ok-doke. - Describe yourself in 3 words.
fearful but emerging - What 2 things are you going to do tomorrow?
visit Mom, do the newsletter for work. - Ok... this is the last 1 thing you have to do. Go to the Mayfly Project 'o2 and describe this past year of your life in 20 words. Haha. Have a wonderful New Years everybody!!!
I'll do that a little later....It looks cool too, and I've seen some very interesting answers!
Swiped the Saturday 8 from Kathryn, who surprised me with ladybugs (you rock!!) and who also says this about her Christmas:
'Twas an overwhelming holiday, and I'm spoiled. I feel--know--what years ago I couldn't comprehend, no matter how much I was given--and that is, I am loved. And it isn't the presents that tell me. It's simply the awareness that I am loved. It is good to be alive, well-fed, rested, and cared for. That's quite enough.
Sweet.
I've had great fun reading about holiday celebrations throughout the blog world.
I cried when I read Susan's and Robin's accounts. They are sisters who are very close but who were separated by a snowy mountain Christmas Day.
Their celebration is coming up...can't wait to read it.
This post is for all the sisters: sister by blood and sisters of the heart.
I cried when I read Susan's and Robin's accounts. They are sisters who are very close but who were separated by a snowy mountain Christmas Day.
Their celebration is coming up...can't wait to read it.
This post is for all the sisters: sister by blood and sisters of the heart.
Friday, December 27, 2002
Lunch in the Snow
Yesterday I ran (oh okay, I drove) downtown for my lunch. I thought I would get a nice walk in as it was a bright sunny day, and the new snow made it even lighter.
Problem encountered: The parking spaces hadn't been plowed out.
No problem, I think, as I pull into a space, squarely, and climb out and over the snow. (Pulling in squarely is key: gotta keep those wheels straight to keep from getting stuck.) Must be the city employees are on holiday too, and that means ... NO METER MAIDS!
Wrong. The parking places weren't plowed, but the meter maids were busily going up the main street. Now that's the holiday spirit!
Yesterday I ran (oh okay, I drove) downtown for my lunch. I thought I would get a nice walk in as it was a bright sunny day, and the new snow made it even lighter.
Problem encountered: The parking spaces hadn't been plowed out.
No problem, I think, as I pull into a space, squarely, and climb out and over the snow. (Pulling in squarely is key: gotta keep those wheels straight to keep from getting stuck.) Must be the city employees are on holiday too, and that means ... NO METER MAIDS!
Wrong. The parking places weren't plowed, but the meter maids were busily going up the main street. Now that's the holiday spirit!
Broken Images...Sometimes Comments
You can tell it's the holidays. My images are stored at geocities. Sorry that they keep breaking. I suspect it's a "holiday" thing. Come to think of it, I should be fussed. I pay a monthly fee there. Also the comments keep getting whacked. However, YACCS is a free service, and I guess I need to be more thankful for it!
You can tell it's the holidays. My images are stored at geocities. Sorry that they keep breaking. I suspect it's a "holiday" thing. Come to think of it, I should be fussed. I pay a monthly fee there. Also the comments keep getting whacked. However, YACCS is a free service, and I guess I need to be more thankful for it!
Thursday, December 26, 2002
And So It Was Christmas
And a very white Christmas it was.
Christmas Eve was a quiet peaceful night watching tapes of Trading Spaces and reminiscing about the days of yore. The grass was pretty visible when we went to bed.
I woke up about 3:00 a.m. and tiptoed out to the living room to check the snow. (And was drawn back in time, when we would have to get up in the middle of Christmas night and would try so very hard not to peek at what was under the tree as we made our way to the bathroom.) (And how on earth DID we manage eight people with only one bathroom????)
Anyway, the snow had started. The company this year was all from in-town, so there wasn't much worry about travelers. (Our up-north bunch is down in Florida this year visiting the other side of their family.) So I went back to sleep, that peculiarly restful sleep that I get when I'm "home".
Brother Crits called at 7:00 a.m. He's been my mom's wake-up call since the loss of her friend in August. He's been rock solid on that...I didn't think he had it in him *grin*. It was still snowing.
After a leisurely breakfast it appeared that the driveway might need some attention. Out I went, bundled in my jacket and red stocking cap. (Okay, okay, I only wear it Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.) My mother, bless her 74-year-old heart, cannot stand to be out of things, so she was out on the porch sweeping snow, when what to our wondering eyes did appear...but my brother Boo in his truck! And riding shotgun was his ten-year-old daughter Emma.
Out of the jeep they jumped. Never looking around, to the back they went. They threw open the hatch, and out came shovels. Quick work was made of the white stuff (it was the light stuff, not the heart-attack heavy stuff). Then they laughed and threw a few snowballs and Emma gave us a lovely Christmas present by asking if she could stay with Grammy and me while her dad went back home to the rest of his family.
We were glad Emma stayed because she did a lot to help us get ready. At noon Crits and Rog and Aunt N arrived, at 12:30 Boo and the rest of the girls, and 1:00 Sis and her boys, and 1:30 J.R.'s family. There were seventeen in all. Dinner was done buffet style. We played a neat pyramid type game while we were waiting for everyone to finish eating and wrapping (we're bad procrastinators) then did presents. After the gifts were cleared we had a good forty-five minutes of carol songs.
And then Christmas was over. It was a very sweet calm time. Just right.
And a very white Christmas it was.
Christmas Eve was a quiet peaceful night watching tapes of Trading Spaces and reminiscing about the days of yore. The grass was pretty visible when we went to bed.
I woke up about 3:00 a.m. and tiptoed out to the living room to check the snow. (And was drawn back in time, when we would have to get up in the middle of Christmas night and would try so very hard not to peek at what was under the tree as we made our way to the bathroom.) (And how on earth DID we manage eight people with only one bathroom????)
Anyway, the snow had started. The company this year was all from in-town, so there wasn't much worry about travelers. (Our up-north bunch is down in Florida this year visiting the other side of their family.) So I went back to sleep, that peculiarly restful sleep that I get when I'm "home".
Brother Crits called at 7:00 a.m. He's been my mom's wake-up call since the loss of her friend in August. He's been rock solid on that...I didn't think he had it in him *grin*. It was still snowing.
After a leisurely breakfast it appeared that the driveway might need some attention. Out I went, bundled in my jacket and red stocking cap. (Okay, okay, I only wear it Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.) My mother, bless her 74-year-old heart, cannot stand to be out of things, so she was out on the porch sweeping snow, when what to our wondering eyes did appear...but my brother Boo in his truck! And riding shotgun was his ten-year-old daughter Emma.
Out of the jeep they jumped. Never looking around, to the back they went. They threw open the hatch, and out came shovels. Quick work was made of the white stuff (it was the light stuff, not the heart-attack heavy stuff). Then they laughed and threw a few snowballs and Emma gave us a lovely Christmas present by asking if she could stay with Grammy and me while her dad went back home to the rest of his family.
We were glad Emma stayed because she did a lot to help us get ready. At noon Crits and Rog and Aunt N arrived, at 12:30 Boo and the rest of the girls, and 1:00 Sis and her boys, and 1:30 J.R.'s family. There were seventeen in all. Dinner was done buffet style. We played a neat pyramid type game while we were waiting for everyone to finish eating and wrapping (we're bad procrastinators) then did presents. After the gifts were cleared we had a good forty-five minutes of carol songs.
And then Christmas was over. It was a very sweet calm time. Just right.
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Christmas Eve Menu
Our Christmas Eve menu is a 40-year-old tradition.
Hot Dogs. (Ease and cheapness of creation.)
Potato Chips with dip. (Considered a treat back in the "old" days. Little nutritional value and not very filling. Much better to feed a big family with real potatoes. Also helped that Grandpa grew 'em back in the day.)
Heavenly Pie. Cream cheese/Whipped Cream base covered with cherries.
Some things just can't be improved upon. Merry Christmas!
Our Christmas Eve menu is a 40-year-old tradition.
Hot Dogs. (Ease and cheapness of creation.)
Potato Chips with dip. (Considered a treat back in the "old" days. Little nutritional value and not very filling. Much better to feed a big family with real potatoes. Also helped that Grandpa grew 'em back in the day.)
Heavenly Pie. Cream cheese/Whipped Cream base covered with cherries.
Some things just can't be improved upon. Merry Christmas!
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Yay! It works. Thank you Mandarin Design!
Edit: Oops. I must have done something wrong. The words glow, and then go out. Kind of like a firefly. Sorry!
Monday, December 23, 2002
Problem...or Solution.
Two days before Christmas is not really the day you want to have network computer problems at work, but we don't often get to choose our problem day. So this morning, MONDAY morning, we were faced with the network being down for six hours while the system was beaten back into control. Ack!
Knowing that we would have to work late to get payroll out, the boss authorized longer lunch hours, as long as we didn't all go at once. It must have been fate. The extra half hour gave me time to go to the Lansing Art Gallery's Holiday Sale, where I found the perfect item for our office. It is, yes...it really is a marshmallow catapult. We've been trying to develop the perfect marshmallow thruster for the last six weeks, little knowing that just a mile down the road one was already on the market. I've already warned Dee to beware. (We've been curing the marshmallows for two weeks...when you want them to go stale they just refuse.)
I also found handmade soap and a crafted button pin to add to a couple of gift bags.
Now for an old gal I can move pretty fast when I'm on a mission, so I drove farther downtown, grabbed a sandwich, waited in line at the Peanut Shop (a throwback to the 40's) for the boss's order of nuts, then stopped in at the Way Station. Now, this is a perfectly good little new/used bookstore which normally would attract me like a bee to honey, but it is housed in the building where my friend Nancy used to have her store. Nancy left in June, and this store came at the end of July. I treated it as an interloper, but no more. Found several more presents (now I'm doing the double gift thing with some people, but oh well) and I do intend to go back.
Two days before Christmas is not really the day you want to have network computer problems at work, but we don't often get to choose our problem day. So this morning, MONDAY morning, we were faced with the network being down for six hours while the system was beaten back into control. Ack!
Knowing that we would have to work late to get payroll out, the boss authorized longer lunch hours, as long as we didn't all go at once. It must have been fate. The extra half hour gave me time to go to the Lansing Art Gallery's Holiday Sale, where I found the perfect item for our office. It is, yes...it really is a marshmallow catapult. We've been trying to develop the perfect marshmallow thruster for the last six weeks, little knowing that just a mile down the road one was already on the market. I've already warned Dee to beware. (We've been curing the marshmallows for two weeks...when you want them to go stale they just refuse.)
I also found handmade soap and a crafted button pin to add to a couple of gift bags.
Now for an old gal I can move pretty fast when I'm on a mission, so I drove farther downtown, grabbed a sandwich, waited in line at the Peanut Shop (a throwback to the 40's) for the boss's order of nuts, then stopped in at the Way Station. Now, this is a perfectly good little new/used bookstore which normally would attract me like a bee to honey, but it is housed in the building where my friend Nancy used to have her store. Nancy left in June, and this store came at the end of July. I treated it as an interloper, but no more. Found several more presents (now I'm doing the double gift thing with some people, but oh well) and I do intend to go back.
Yay!
Yesterday I hosted my little family Christmas party. My brother Boo and his family, my Sis and her family, and my mother all converged on the apartment for food and hangin' out. The tree was decorated (I opted for the little table one I use when I can't get out for a fresh one), the packages were wrapped so that the partiers could do the appropriate snooping, and the food (courtesy of Meijers deli) was devoured. The football game was watched, but the watchers still played the trivia game, and the two youngest (nine and ten) busied themselves with Mancala and Boggle. I am blessed.
So now the crush is over for me. I will spend Christmas Eve at Mom's and then help her get ready for the hordes Christmas morning. It always cracks us up. Mom grew up the only child in a big old lonesome farm house, so now she has a tiny house that still somehow manages to shoehorn in twenty for holidays. Good thing we all like each other pretty well.
For those of you who keep Christmas I wish you peace and happy moments through the coming week. Come to think of it, that's what I also wish for those of you who don't keep Christmas!
And now, off to work. Argh. Someday I'm going to figure out how to not have to work the last week of the year. Yeah. right.
Yesterday I hosted my little family Christmas party. My brother Boo and his family, my Sis and her family, and my mother all converged on the apartment for food and hangin' out. The tree was decorated (I opted for the little table one I use when I can't get out for a fresh one), the packages were wrapped so that the partiers could do the appropriate snooping, and the food (courtesy of Meijers deli) was devoured. The football game was watched, but the watchers still played the trivia game, and the two youngest (nine and ten) busied themselves with Mancala and Boggle. I am blessed.
So now the crush is over for me. I will spend Christmas Eve at Mom's and then help her get ready for the hordes Christmas morning. It always cracks us up. Mom grew up the only child in a big old lonesome farm house, so now she has a tiny house that still somehow manages to shoehorn in twenty for holidays. Good thing we all like each other pretty well.
For those of you who keep Christmas I wish you peace and happy moments through the coming week. Come to think of it, that's what I also wish for those of you who don't keep Christmas!
And now, off to work. Argh. Someday I'm going to figure out how to not have to work the last week of the year. Yeah. right.
Sunday, December 22, 2002
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