Aunt Owwee.
Oops, I need to clear my name. The nickname Aunt Owwee came about when the nieces and nephews were burying me beneath a pile of blankets and toys. The toy piano they kept trying to set on my head hurt, and I kept saying "owwee". Violet and Kea piped up: Aunt Owwee! And thus the name. It has been about nine years now, and I think I'm the one and only.
Friday, January 31, 2003
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt
Okay, so I'm watching TR: American Lion. My boss taped it for me, what can I say? *grin*
Theodore Roosevelt
Okay, so I'm watching TR: American Lion. My boss taped it for me, what can I say? *grin*
It's the Friday Five.
1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why? Supergirl. Because WonderWoman had too big of a chest.
2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got? blonde hair
3. What's the furthest from home you've been? Yellowstone National Park
4. What's one thing you've always wanted to learn but haven't yet? how to draw
5. What are your plans for the weekend? A little work, a little play, release a book into the wild, blog around, church, visit mom
Link via Lynn.
1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why? Supergirl. Because WonderWoman had too big of a chest.
2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got? blonde hair
3. What's the furthest from home you've been? Yellowstone National Park
4. What's one thing you've always wanted to learn but haven't yet? how to draw
5. What are your plans for the weekend? A little work, a little play, release a book into the wild, blog around, church, visit mom
Link via Lynn.
Nicknames
Oddly enough (well, maybe not so odd, given the way my mind works) it was nicknames that I was thinking about when I went off on the gym tangent. Have you noticed that some people are nickname folks and others aren't? Nothing wrong with either philosophy, just an observation. One of my grandmothers (see, I can't even call her grandma) wouldn't even shorten names: Stanley not Stan, Shirley not Shirl, Kenneth not Kenny and so on. She was more formal.
Now I like nicknames ... and I have a bundle. Shirl/Pearl/Aunt Owwee/Shirts/Spud/Molly. (That isn't a sign of multiple-personality disorder is it?)
I'd like to read your thoughts?
Oddly enough (well, maybe not so odd, given the way my mind works) it was nicknames that I was thinking about when I went off on the gym tangent. Have you noticed that some people are nickname folks and others aren't? Nothing wrong with either philosophy, just an observation. One of my grandmothers (see, I can't even call her grandma) wouldn't even shorten names: Stanley not Stan, Shirley not Shirl, Kenneth not Kenny and so on. She was more formal.
Now I like nicknames ... and I have a bundle. Shirl/Pearl/Aunt Owwee/Shirts/Spud/Molly. (That isn't a sign of multiple-personality disorder is it?)
I'd like to read your thoughts?
I am Rapunzel!
Find your fairy tale character at kelly.moranweb.com.
Link via Joni (who loves Brian)
Thursday, January 30, 2003
More on Gym.
I went to a large (2400 students) High School. One of the things I did like about gym was swimming...the high school had a superb pool.
I liked swimming, but I didn't like certain aspects of it. The girls had to wear a regulation red tank suit with name embroidered on the back. And they always checked to make sure you had taken a proper shower: you'd have to soap up, be inspected, then rinse and THEN get into your suit. ARGH.
Oh well, better that than the regulations for the boys. They had to swim sans suit, supposedly for health reasons. (According to google that's not so strange. See here or here.)
I went to a large (2400 students) High School. One of the things I did like about gym was swimming...the high school had a superb pool.
I liked swimming, but I didn't like certain aspects of it. The girls had to wear a regulation red tank suit with name embroidered on the back. And they always checked to make sure you had taken a proper shower: you'd have to soap up, be inspected, then rinse and THEN get into your suit. ARGH.
Oh well, better that than the regulations for the boys. They had to swim sans suit, supposedly for health reasons. (According to google that's not so strange. See here or here.)
Remember Gym Suits?
I was pondering something the other day, when all of a sudden I flashed on ... Gym Suits! In the 60's in our school district gym was mandatory for two years in junior high and two years in high school. We had to wear gym suits: one piece navy blue jump shorts outfits. (Okay, that link called them rompers. That works.) (Think jail clothes, but in shorts.) Our names had to be embroidered on the back in 2" high letters.
Do girls still have to wear gym suits? Is gym still mandatory? I need to go talk to my nieces.
I was pondering something the other day, when all of a sudden I flashed on ... Gym Suits! In the 60's in our school district gym was mandatory for two years in junior high and two years in high school. We had to wear gym suits: one piece navy blue jump shorts outfits. (Okay, that link called them rompers. That works.) (Think jail clothes, but in shorts.) Our names had to be embroidered on the back in 2" high letters.
Do girls still have to wear gym suits? Is gym still mandatory? I need to go talk to my nieces.
Earlier in the month Robin had a post about her father's death in 1990. (January 17th post.) She asks if she will get over it. I believe that some events in our lives are so complex that they are always there. We deal with them, we go on, but ...
January 30, 1982. My dad died suddenly at age 56 of a massive heart attack.
January 30, 1982. My dad died suddenly at age 56 of a massive heart attack.
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
If you want to be an IT professional, go take a peek at meg's day at MandarinDesign. Heck, if you DON'T want to be an IT professional go take a peek...snazzy writing. Edit:That particular post has been pulled. Edit again. Oh wow, meg is weaving a heart-stopper now.
Diane G doesn't care for the term Wednesday hump. Check her out for the Wednesday Stump! (I know the answer to the first one, they just said it on ET.)
Diane G doesn't care for the term Wednesday hump. Check her out for the Wednesday Stump! (I know the answer to the first one, they just said it on ET.)
I just finished reading How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents, by Julia Alvarez. It was chosen as our Community Reading Book. I found it an interesting contrast of cultures.
I also seem to be keying on details lately. There was a tender vignette on, of all things, mechanical banks. Remember those? I'm off to ebay to see what they're showing.
This Jonah and the Whale one is one of the ones listed in the book. My brother J.R. and I had mechanical banks. The bank part was the world and the coin was shot in by an airplane lined up with the world. I wonder whatever happened to them?
I also seem to be keying on details lately. There was a tender vignette on, of all things, mechanical banks. Remember those? I'm off to ebay to see what they're showing.
This Jonah and the Whale one is one of the ones listed in the book. My brother J.R. and I had mechanical banks. The bank part was the world and the coin was shot in by an airplane lined up with the world. I wonder whatever happened to them?
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Whoa! My Wednesday Wonder is here! And it's not even midnight yet! The project was to Create a self-portrait -- a drawing, clay model, or collage -- that illustrates what is unique about you. Well, learning to draw is one of my resolutions for 2003, so that was out. I had to make a clay model in Art for Teachers in college...people would flock to my work station and say: That is the saddest thing I've ever seen. My mother has kept it for years in the guestroom in her upstairs. It scared my niece so much that she had her folks put it in the closet: I think it STILL gave her bad dreams. So, anyway, here is the non-scary me.
Monday, January 27, 2003
Well, this has definitely been the type of Monday that gives Mondays a bad name. I absolutely lost it three times, the computer absolutely lost it two times, and here I sit, waiting for a database check to finish and then do a keybuild of the other file that is screwed up. That is, unless Mike gets back from the class he is teaching so he can take this stuff back. (I'm second chair here, hehe.)
Gotta redo the hand pic. That looks feeble. Everything looks feeble. Grrrr!
But wait! There is a positive here. I have a very good car. Even though it is a 1994, it started this morning at -9 degrees Fahrenheit.
Anyhoo...catch ya later!
Gotta redo the hand pic. That looks feeble. Everything looks feeble. Grrrr!
But wait! There is a positive here. I have a very good car. Even though it is a 1994, it started this morning at -9 degrees Fahrenheit.
Anyhoo...catch ya later!
Give Lynn a hand, please! She's collecting pictures of hands over at Always a Dreamer. Sounds like fun.
It was kind of a weird week-end on the web, what with the slow-down Saturday and comments on many blogs being in various shades of function. Ah well, we're resilient, right?
Happy uh....ewww...Monday!
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