Do you remember a long time ago, before Blogs, in a land called Boston, we received almost weekly email updates from J. Andy Kane. The emails would contain the latest on what was happening at Club Passim, random trips, and the lyrics to a song? And you felt kind of cool that you were on the mail distribution list? I for one, would love to have more updates from Mr. Kane since marring one of the coolest girls in the world, running off to CA and having an adorable baby. I thought for sure that he would have one of the greatest blogs around. But the once great electronic communicators and his lovely wife are somewhat off the grid. sad. If anyone has any sway with these two, can you prod them into more updates for the wanting semi-public?
Anyway, I was thinking of them as I have a(n)(inactive) link to their blog. Do you wander who else I review on a constant basis? Oddly, I almost never log into my blog to get my updates via my links. This is more how it happens:
I go to Replikate's blog, see what is going on in her world. From her links I first visit
Kelly
then I back track and visit
Corey - from Corey I check up on Jodi and Jesse, Lane and Jalei, Lisa, and JaNe and Evan.
back track now I click on my own link. from my link I visit
Rachel & Jeremy and baby E. - then to Linda. From Linda I visit the Turleybenson. From Turleybenson I check in on all the Revere Ward people. then back up to Linda and go to Kevin (who is already on my own list, but I'm already on Linda's.)
then I back up to my list and visit Hyrum and Nicole - which give my Melyn & Kyler (if I'm NOT logged into my blog email...) and also gives me Leah
back to my list to visit Cassy
then to Cara from which I can visit Stacey and Aleigh and Lauren, if I hadn't already visited Lauren via Linda via Katie.
And if no one has posted in the past few days I'm not above reading links from people that I have never ever met. It's like People and US of the Mormon world for me.
This of couse is all after I've read the major newspapers and my scriptures...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Maya Angelou
Long, Long ago, I used to race almost every weekend. Don't get me wrong, I was never very fast, but I really enjoy the camaraderie of a race. And I love having a large collection of t-shirts. But that was long ago, and I really haven't been running much, let alone racing. But I've missed it, and so I talked my friend Krysta into doing a race with me last Saturday. It was the inaugural Maya Angelou something-or-other foundation 5-k fund raiser.
Neither of us have really prepared for the run, but we were both impressed with ourselves on how well we did and how easy the race was and it was really tons of fun. So we are thinking we are going to try to do one a month. YAY! I was really starting to run low on t-shirts. :)
Krysta and me before the race.
Me being cheesy before the race with all the boats in the background. I assure you this was the least cheesy photo of me. How do you like my hot pink top and my purple shorts?? Hey, if you can't outrun people by speed, you gotta try blinding them.
Neither of us have really prepared for the run, but we were both impressed with ourselves on how well we did and how easy the race was and it was really tons of fun. So we are thinking we are going to try to do one a month. YAY! I was really starting to run low on t-shirts. :)
Krysta and me before the race.
Me being cheesy before the race with all the boats in the background. I assure you this was the least cheesy photo of me. How do you like my hot pink top and my purple shorts?? Hey, if you can't outrun people by speed, you gotta try blinding them.
Monday, May 25, 2009
NYC
I have really been having an urge to go to NYC the past few months. I remember the first time I went was overwhelming to me. Not the bigness, but the noise. Non-stop noise and lights. But each time I go, I like it more and more. I don't think I'd ever want to live there, but I do love going for a day or two.
I took the Chinatown bus from DC. It was so strange to be entering the city from New Jersey. For the past many years I had been traveling down from Boston and entered from CT and it was a little disconcerting to see it from a different angle. An angle that doesn't seem to belong to me yet.
I had three specific things that I wanted to do: go to the temple, a matinee show at the NYC Ballet, and go to the Strand book store. Without giving you a line by line journaled detail of my time table, let me just say that I was perfectly timed to be where I needed to be, when I needed to be there. It seemed that the entire city was working on my time table.
I did get to see a few new parts of the city. Two favorite little spots where both gardens. I grabbed a quick deli lunch between attending the temple, and going to the ballet. There was no seating left at the deli. I walked down a side street and was going to be content to sit on a brick wall and eat my sandwich and soup, when I noticed across the way, a little garden with benches. I went in, ate my lunch, listened to the birds and felt more like a new yorker in a hidden gem, than a tourist at a flashy eatery.
The second garden is a public garden along East Houston. I spotted it as I was walking from the book store to Chinatown to find a bus home. I was in too much of a rush to go inside and look at everything, but slowed my walk and brushed my hand against the plants along the fence. It will be my first stop on my next trip to the city.
Another reason I'm glad that I don't live there is all the food! I am no foodie, but I think I'd get very fat if I lived in New York. There are so many tempting restaurants, bistro's, deli's, and pasty shops. I would want to sample the whole city and then I'd be a big apple! Sadly, there were no roasted nut carts anywhere in the city. Does anyone know the scoop on the missing peanuts?
The one thing that is difficult for me, and this is true of all trips, vacations or splurges, is my extreme unwillingness to spend money. My mind itemizes and adds every penny that I spend and I think about the things that I SHOULD spend my money on, not the things that I want to spend my money on. There are certain virtues to being such a tightwad, and I'm sure Benjamin Franklin would approve, but even Silas Mariner only found happiness after learning to spend his money instead of hording it away in his floor boards.
All in all, it was a very successful trip. And I can't wait till the next time when I can go visit the newly discovered garden.
I took the Chinatown bus from DC. It was so strange to be entering the city from New Jersey. For the past many years I had been traveling down from Boston and entered from CT and it was a little disconcerting to see it from a different angle. An angle that doesn't seem to belong to me yet.
I had three specific things that I wanted to do: go to the temple, a matinee show at the NYC Ballet, and go to the Strand book store. Without giving you a line by line journaled detail of my time table, let me just say that I was perfectly timed to be where I needed to be, when I needed to be there. It seemed that the entire city was working on my time table.
I did get to see a few new parts of the city. Two favorite little spots where both gardens. I grabbed a quick deli lunch between attending the temple, and going to the ballet. There was no seating left at the deli. I walked down a side street and was going to be content to sit on a brick wall and eat my sandwich and soup, when I noticed across the way, a little garden with benches. I went in, ate my lunch, listened to the birds and felt more like a new yorker in a hidden gem, than a tourist at a flashy eatery.
The second garden is a public garden along East Houston. I spotted it as I was walking from the book store to Chinatown to find a bus home. I was in too much of a rush to go inside and look at everything, but slowed my walk and brushed my hand against the plants along the fence. It will be my first stop on my next trip to the city.
Another reason I'm glad that I don't live there is all the food! I am no foodie, but I think I'd get very fat if I lived in New York. There are so many tempting restaurants, bistro's, deli's, and pasty shops. I would want to sample the whole city and then I'd be a big apple! Sadly, there were no roasted nut carts anywhere in the city. Does anyone know the scoop on the missing peanuts?
The one thing that is difficult for me, and this is true of all trips, vacations or splurges, is my extreme unwillingness to spend money. My mind itemizes and adds every penny that I spend and I think about the things that I SHOULD spend my money on, not the things that I want to spend my money on. There are certain virtues to being such a tightwad, and I'm sure Benjamin Franklin would approve, but even Silas Mariner only found happiness after learning to spend his money instead of hording it away in his floor boards.
All in all, it was a very successful trip. And I can't wait till the next time when I can go visit the newly discovered garden.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Star Trek
I watched the new Star Trek yesterday. Ah the memories. I grew up watching reruns of the original Star Trek and it had quite an effect on me. My childhood fantasy life, when living with my grandparents in Louisiana, involved a combination of Star Trek and Fantasy Island. At dusk I would put on my grandmother's white flowing night-gown, with matching robe and hood and run around the yard, chiffon fabric blowing in the breeze.
In my world, the Magnolia tree was my mother ship, the Pecan tree close by was the evil ship, and all the Azalea bushes were worlds to be conquered. I wish that I had photo's of the schematic of my grandmother's yard so that you could see the distance involved in my conquering, and how large these 'planets' were. I couldn't suspend reality well enough to make myself believe that I could transport to these planets, so I had to create my own little space shuttle for travel. My space shuttle was a toy International tractor that looked like this:
The other thing I realized watching the new Star Trek is how much I love Spock. And I loved Spock when I was little too. I think this might explain a little bit about my troubles in my love life; I love men who are logical, structured, and emotionally controlled to the point of almost being robotic.
I'll probably have a better chance of getting to the Moon with that toy tractor than make a real-life Mr. Spock fall in love with me.
BTW, if you haven't already, go see the new Star Trek!
In my world, the Magnolia tree was my mother ship, the Pecan tree close by was the evil ship, and all the Azalea bushes were worlds to be conquered. I wish that I had photo's of the schematic of my grandmother's yard so that you could see the distance involved in my conquering, and how large these 'planets' were. I couldn't suspend reality well enough to make myself believe that I could transport to these planets, so I had to create my own little space shuttle for travel. My space shuttle was a toy International tractor that looked like this:
The other thing I realized watching the new Star Trek is how much I love Spock. And I loved Spock when I was little too. I think this might explain a little bit about my troubles in my love life; I love men who are logical, structured, and emotionally controlled to the point of almost being robotic.
I'll probably have a better chance of getting to the Moon with that toy tractor than make a real-life Mr. Spock fall in love with me.
BTW, if you haven't already, go see the new Star Trek!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
so boring it's not worthy of a post title...
Hello Reader, I haven't posted for sometime, because I have nothing new to post about. For all those who have wondered, the earrings are still in. And even though it has been well past the six weeks mark, I still wear the same little corn-flower blue earrings that I had the ears pierced with.
I have bought one pair of what looked like small sparkly studs. But I've found that earrings are like Christmas trees; what looks small out in the open, is too big for the living room once you get it inside. I first attempted to change the earrings around the 8 week mark. I got the left earring out of my ear with a little bit of pain and tugging. When I picked up the new earring, four times larger than the other pair, I knew that I should not have started this without assistance. It was Saturday night, my friend Krysta and her husband where out of town, and wouldn't see my co-worker Jess until Monday. And seriously, I'm a grown woman, I should be able to do this my self. With a few sweat and tears (literally) I got the new earring into my left ear. I didn't even try to work on my right ear. The next morning out with the new and back with the old.
I have since worn the new pair once.
So, I don't know if this post is a testamant to my very boring life that I am telling you all about this, or if getting my ears peirced has been such a trauma for me that each step seems note worthy.
I have bought one pair of what looked like small sparkly studs. But I've found that earrings are like Christmas trees; what looks small out in the open, is too big for the living room once you get it inside. I first attempted to change the earrings around the 8 week mark. I got the left earring out of my ear with a little bit of pain and tugging. When I picked up the new earring, four times larger than the other pair, I knew that I should not have started this without assistance. It was Saturday night, my friend Krysta and her husband where out of town, and wouldn't see my co-worker Jess until Monday. And seriously, I'm a grown woman, I should be able to do this my self. With a few sweat and tears (literally) I got the new earring into my left ear. I didn't even try to work on my right ear. The next morning out with the new and back with the old.
I have since worn the new pair once.
So, I don't know if this post is a testamant to my very boring life that I am telling you all about this, or if getting my ears peirced has been such a trauma for me that each step seems note worthy.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Cherry Blossoms
I have wanted to see the Nation's Cherry Blossoms for about 10 years. Upon moving to DC, I had no intention of staying here for a year, and thought that I would be gone by January and would miss the Cherry Blossoms. Thanks to the economy, I am still in DC. But thanks to being in DC, I have finally been able to see the Cherry Blossoms!
I've been taking my camera on my bike commute every day, but the weather hasn't been too great. (Not much snow in the winter here, but rain, rain, rain in the spring. Got to raise our water table some how I suppose.)
I biked over this morning (Sunday) to try to capture the pink blossoms in the sunrise and before the tourist. Guess what, all the tourist have the same idea! I have to post my most favorite photo first. And I apologize if it kind of freaks you out, but I was very excited! Everyone is looking around at the blossoms and taking photo's, and I saw this little guy sitting on the tree. I can't imagine it's a good sign to see a bat out-and-about in broad day light, but I asked a park ranger and he didn't seem all that concerned.
This next photo was taken last Monday night on the bike ride home. I just loved the bright daffodils lining the river path. Across the river are the Cherry Blossoms.
This photo was actually taken last Saturday. It was the opening day of the Cherry Blossom Festival. They had a kite flying contest next to the Washington Monument. It was cold and drizzly and I didn't stay for the kites too long, but it was neat while I was there. The blossoms looked ethereal in all the fog.
I love the reflection of the far trees in the photo below. I think this would look really nice in a water-color painting.
Me. Any guess where I work? :)
I got caught on the wrong side of the Cherry Blossom 10 miler and had to watch for about an hour before I could catch the trail back home. But I didn't mind. I love to cheer people on in races. It kind of makes me emotional. I can't explain it but I get teary eyed when I watch races. Even if it's on T.V....
Anyway, I'm sure as more things bloom I'll have more photo's to post.
I've been taking my camera on my bike commute every day, but the weather hasn't been too great. (Not much snow in the winter here, but rain, rain, rain in the spring. Got to raise our water table some how I suppose.)
I biked over this morning (Sunday) to try to capture the pink blossoms in the sunrise and before the tourist. Guess what, all the tourist have the same idea! I have to post my most favorite photo first. And I apologize if it kind of freaks you out, but I was very excited! Everyone is looking around at the blossoms and taking photo's, and I saw this little guy sitting on the tree. I can't imagine it's a good sign to see a bat out-and-about in broad day light, but I asked a park ranger and he didn't seem all that concerned.
This next photo was taken last Monday night on the bike ride home. I just loved the bright daffodils lining the river path. Across the river are the Cherry Blossoms.
This photo was actually taken last Saturday. It was the opening day of the Cherry Blossom Festival. They had a kite flying contest next to the Washington Monument. It was cold and drizzly and I didn't stay for the kites too long, but it was neat while I was there. The blossoms looked ethereal in all the fog.
I love the reflection of the far trees in the photo below. I think this would look really nice in a water-color painting.
Me. Any guess where I work? :)
I got caught on the wrong side of the Cherry Blossom 10 miler and had to watch for about an hour before I could catch the trail back home. But I didn't mind. I love to cheer people on in races. It kind of makes me emotional. I can't explain it but I get teary eyed when I watch races. Even if it's on T.V....
Anyway, I'm sure as more things bloom I'll have more photo's to post.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
No hablo espanol
Wednesday marks my six week mark for my new cute little pierced ears and I am able to change the earrings. I haven't bought any new earrings yet, as I wanted to wait to see if I could really last the whole six weeks. But since I have endured, I've been looking forward to a little shopping with one of my girl friends.
Last Saturday I came home from errands and I saw the new Avon catalog on my apartment doorstep. I'm not much an Avon or Mary Kay person, but I thought to myself, "hmm...in these difficult economic times, I'd rather help out an independent woman trying to make ends meet, than a big corporate company." I picked up the catalog and started to look through it to see if they carried earrings. They do. But. The entire catalog is in Spanish and Maria, the Avon rep, doesn't speak English.
Oh well, Macy's has been struggling in these tough times too...
Last Saturday I came home from errands and I saw the new Avon catalog on my apartment doorstep. I'm not much an Avon or Mary Kay person, but I thought to myself, "hmm...in these difficult economic times, I'd rather help out an independent woman trying to make ends meet, than a big corporate company." I picked up the catalog and started to look through it to see if they carried earrings. They do. But. The entire catalog is in Spanish and Maria, the Avon rep, doesn't speak English.
Oh well, Macy's has been struggling in these tough times too...
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