tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45800305095674084602024-03-05T22:15:07.831-05:00suZen's Gardena place for friends to gather . . .suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-21464809243763347282010-12-01T16:12:00.003-05:002010-12-01T16:16:07.827-05:00High Gloss Magazine Holiday GivewayHigh Gloss Magazine, which just launched, also has a fabulous giveaway contest that you shouldn't miss! Look for it <a href="http://www.highglossmagazine.com/happenings/2010/12/on-the-12th-day-of-high-gloss-dabney-lee/#comments">here</a>! The first day (today) has beautiful desk adornments from Dabney Lee!suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com95tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-14195801380729877532010-05-31T18:48:00.002-04:002010-05-31T18:50:06.027-04:00Down to the RiverJust listening to a Bruce song. Perhaps I haven't always been able to get to the ocean, Lake Michigan, etc. but I can always get down to 'the river!'<br /><br />Are you well? Are you happy? Please share!suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-17160794765623232632010-04-07T20:27:00.003-04:002010-04-07T20:29:47.457-04:00On the eve of my 50th birthdayDon't post much, but thought it appropriate that I share my thoughts tonight. I got nothing!!!<br /><br />I wish this seemed more pivotal, transitional, whatever . . . but it doesn't. So: keep calm and carry on. <br /><br />Maybe I'll be more inspired when I turn 60. Kidding!suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-55444045157114641772010-01-28T19:18:00.002-05:002010-01-28T19:22:33.821-05:00KerfuffleMy eldest son loves this word: kerfuffle. Turns out he learned it in the UK this summer. Totally possible he is lying about that. But upon research, it is a Scottish based word for a disturbance or a fuss. OMG! The Rae family is all about that!<br /><br />I am pretty sure that you and yours experience kerfuffles(sp) on a daily basis. Please let me know how this is going for you.suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-69893094555071585932009-11-06T17:43:00.002-05:002009-11-06T18:04:32.799-05:00Love you allI have been spending my time just 'playing.' Doing some bartering, doing some work with Steve, waiting, reading, studying, making some significant jaunts to the grocery store for the seven people that are here right now.<br /><br /><br /><strong>You guys</strong> are blowing me away. Everyone is so busy with work, kids, sports teams, aging parents, I guess . . . we all have our things to do. But I am so inspired with your energy, what you are doing in your lives, just love to hear from you!<br /><br /><br />But sometimes it is right to just say <strong>thank you</strong> for your connection, your kind words, and your support.<br /><br /><br />I am listening to Neil Finn singing a song on youtube<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq-kGfhg-i0&mode=related&search">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq-kGfhg-i0&mode=related&search</a><br /><br /><br />and want to share a very inspiring story that one of my friends, Annie Pearson Nowlin, wrote about an experience as a nurse: <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://rn.modernmedicine.com/rnweb/article/articleDetail.jsp?id=103189">http://rn.modernmedicine.com/rnweb/article/articleDetail.jsp?id=103189</a><br /><br />Love you!<br />suZensuZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-45257365435967844072009-09-17T18:21:00.004-04:002009-09-17T18:36:22.067-04:00Facebook took me away!Here's a pic from the last day of our trip to Europe this summer. We are right down the street from the Fielding Hotel in Covent Garden, where Steve and I vacationed over 20 years ago prior to kids. We have boatloads of photos that we all took, and I have yet to do anything with them. Too much else to do, I guess!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCYsuYBrKDCWBOxtE1E88nnxsWhQocT_u_xJ4W6SVZslVMt8YV0Q3viucRk6lXfS7H8BLcD2JNlPilsEVjDMImIpyyWwFe9JB-3HfI6j2rUUWWUoDCLQBJU3s-O3PutJbLov-u-P6riY/s1600-h/IMG_3444.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382567686008425090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCYsuYBrKDCWBOxtE1E88nnxsWhQocT_u_xJ4W6SVZslVMt8YV0Q3viucRk6lXfS7H8BLcD2JNlPilsEVjDMImIpyyWwFe9JB-3HfI6j2rUUWWUoDCLQBJU3s-O3PutJbLov-u-P6riY/s200/IMG_3444.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I don't know how people do it all: FB, tweet, blog, LinkedIn, Myspace . . . I feel like I can only do one thing at a time. Kind of like, I stopped doing yoga when I started doing pilates. You have to dedicate a minimum amount of time to anything to do an adequate job, and I say the minimum for most anything is three days. Not that I couldn't exercise for six or seven days. But I don't!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have to admit I have been laying low for some time . . . Steve getting 'released' from IBM, and then the refocus of our efforts away from roam and towards his new LLC. Then the once-in-a-lifetime trip to Europe with the boys while Steve's brother took in his mother; she was our responsibility for the last four years. Whew!</div><div></div><br /><div>But instead of blogging about our trip, I facebooked! I think sometimes it is hard for people to commit to reading blogs - they will check facebook, skim through it, etc. but a blog is a commitment. I will admit, I am drawn to check in on my friends on a daily basis.</div><br /><div></div><div>And I am missing my inspiration . . . it used to just bubble up. Now . . . I have to push myself and I'm not sure that is how it should be. Perhaps I am just hibernating for now . . . </div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-91529891082969735592009-03-26T02:56:00.004-04:002009-03-26T03:07:28.826-04:00It is a Marvelous Nite<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Fc_Yi_0WCQHSFp8ljapZhG8-i0JbktCMHn3bNG9GOFXY20zTmdNQOosP-AnofCKGM90WL5kTCvQ6P4nZCKszol-CraDKX5ebp8b3a7CawGnxdBgdUAe8cGiwfbPwqFMBSkidyBqPffc/s1600-h/Moon-Dance-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317388814967271922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Fc_Yi_0WCQHSFp8ljapZhG8-i0JbktCMHn3bNG9GOFXY20zTmdNQOosP-AnofCKGM90WL5kTCvQ6P4nZCKszol-CraDKX5ebp8b3a7CawGnxdBgdUAe8cGiwfbPwqFMBSkidyBqPffc/s200/Moon-Dance-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, its a marvelous night for a moondanceWith the stars up above in your eyesA fantabulous night to make romanceneath the cover of october skiesAnd all the leaves on the trees are fallingTo the sound of the breezes that blowAnd Im trying to please to the callingOf your heart-strings that play soft and lowAnd all the nights magic seems to whisper and hushAnd all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>MMMMM . . . . doesn't this just resonate at the most basic level of your being? I wish I could attach the music but the words do so much more.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It is foggy and rainy and I am awake. No one can sleep here. There must be a full moon due to the diffused and scattered light outside. Yet, a rainy cloud came in and spoiled everything! Or, maybe it redeemed itself.</div><div> </div><div>I love you for reading my blog. I miss you because I have receded into myself. I will try harder.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-87753339226433362642009-03-18T19:25:00.005-04:002009-03-18T20:28:20.884-04:00Listen to your Mom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIi45xOjQfkVcx7d2sG-pIYBIZ-PorAHonj419oJzF7Hv5S-U7ukKTYoRkscyV8cQkkPKn-dL0Xl9Aw6FpmrDGgOV5022GAL26T5MapbK69GHhMUYezari2MOQKjtPQ8AODQrOpBZHF6w/s1600-h/mother+knowsbest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIi45xOjQfkVcx7d2sG-pIYBIZ-PorAHonj419oJzF7Hv5S-U7ukKTYoRkscyV8cQkkPKn-dL0Xl9Aw6FpmrDGgOV5022GAL26T5MapbK69GHhMUYezari2MOQKjtPQ8AODQrOpBZHF6w/s200/mother+knowsbest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314688676420309682" border="0" /></a><br />My mom writes letters. Sometimes, I type up an email, print it off, and mail it to her. She doesn't do email. And my Dad, who is a computer geek, is obnoxious (ok, that is a bit strong) about it. He will only let her look at it over his shoulder on his laptop. That is just not comfortable for an elderly person! Sometimes I will insist: Please print this out for Mom. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't.<br /><br />I was brought up in a family that wrote letters. My Aunt Judy, who was a teacher, was my first pen pal! I had many others, some whom I never met, through the Girl Scouts of America. OK, if you don't think I'm geeky enough already. . . . Well, then again, you are still reading!<br /><br />You can only imagine how excited I was when email came around! Actually, I worked for IBM starting in the 80s, and they had their own version of email. It was called PROFS (for Professional Office System - yeah!). Frankly, it had all the same problems/advantages as email.<br /><br />If you screwed up and copied the world, you had an embarrassing situation to fix. You could go crazy on the "profs notes" . . . all of us who were in sales training were in contact in the fastest, cheapest way imaginable. Ah, those were the days . . .<br /><br />But I digress. Here is what my very astute mother observed: She sent me a clip from the Sarasota Herald Tribune, dated 3/6/09. "Quiet layoffs escape notice, but still sting." She noted in writing that IBM, my husbands employer, was one of these companies. I had already told her that we were waiting to hear about Steve's job. I am sure that worries a parent, considering we are all getting older, and we are the sandwich generation, taking care of children as well as parents.<br /><br />In her note, she also wrote:<br />"It doesn't make me very happy - sounds cruel to me. Fingers crossed."<br /><br />Part of the article talks about how IBM made "strong quarterly profits in January", followed by Sam Palmisano, CEO, issuing a letter stating that "while other companies were cutting back, his would not."<br /><br />On the other hand, J. Randall MacDonald, IBM's senior vice president for HR, said it was "routine for the company to lay off some employees while hiring elsewhere."<br /><br />I get that. I believe that. Do you know what is crazy?<br /><br />I'm an IBM <span style="font-weight: bold;">fan</span>. After all these years. I still think someone there is following the dream of Herman Hollowith and the punch card, and the Watsons. Let's support big biz during this downturn in the economy. If Steve loses his job, well, that's what the big gal upstairs wanted anyway. We have other options. He is brilliant.<br /><br />One more thing that my Mom said, and take note, because she is so right on this: This is regarding another sad, frustrating situation that I am in, not related to IBM whatsoever:<br /><br />"Maybe you should have inspirational speakers for the employees (note to self: I have one in particular in mind). How to get along in the business world. Everyone doesn't have to be your friend, but there are ways to treat people, and ways to<span style="font-style: italic;"> not</span> treat people. These are manners, and do unto others, and turn the other cheek, and smile!"<br /><br />Well, doesn't mother know best?suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-56965384031031708002009-03-17T20:55:00.005-04:002009-03-17T21:26:28.768-04:00Happy St. Pat's Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Gi-Yo-c-S5WZkoIyjsuz3fQfNxG_C08ZIDIog3cUsPii5rjRmumpJ0L3ZlFzUYGAul9Uq-DlfT2rFLhZzvSGmJMqfe7Xsx7wg8u-PpzRYXG1CWr97bdczHQbkg6Xq_vPJwrkFL1MTyo/s1600-h/luck20o20the20irish-full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314332750996324338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Gi-Yo-c-S5WZkoIyjsuz3fQfNxG_C08ZIDIog3cUsPii5rjRmumpJ0L3ZlFzUYGAul9Uq-DlfT2rFLhZzvSGmJMqfe7Xsx7wg8u-PpzRYXG1CWr97bdczHQbkg6Xq_vPJwrkFL1MTyo/s200/luck20o20the20irish-full.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hello, friends. My mother was wondering whether I was writing on my blog. Frankly, I stopped. No one was reading. But it dawned on me - this was - always- for me! Occasionally, some outraged person (and I will not name you) would comment. But . . . what is this outrage for? Life is short. Well, actually, only one person became outraged because this was an experimental blog. And no one read it. Ha!<br /><br />What I did learn: blogs are way more powerful than websites. We are found at the top of searches, whether we are read or not. That is pretty spectacular. What a well kept secret!<br /><br />On the other hand . . . if I wanted to promote my/your business . . . I would have to stop posting my kids pics . . . all the funny things I think of. Bad language. Inappropriate content. I just can't do that.<br /><br />Today, I noticed the pear tree petal snow . . . falling on cars, roads, and walkways . . . I love spring! Allergies . . .and soon to have that pea green gunk, again, on our cars, all over our decks, and tracked into the homes via our pets. Well, welcome to Atlanta. It could be worse.<br /><br />The day today was perfect. I came home and just viewed the sky in my hammock. We all need this once in a while.<br /><br />A friend of mine came to the conclusion today that she could go forward. That is huge! We were just having the hardest time imagining how things could be, and now it is resolved. I like how that happens.<br /><br />May you be blessed with health, work, and an income. It's a different world.</div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-7650130966367722732009-01-14T18:35:00.007-05:002009-01-14T19:08:36.285-05:00Savannah Trip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauUm9N7kKMQvI3hoX5vGxtpJ-vaP4fxHJnoiLBabciYOWwOTsqoGZ9IruKNQj48Adbz40cSj3DKoAMaKxFJTFC-YPO1Qqg5Pkys1rDyXotnJfERtbXfxFvB49EvOpeNeLc-LPRWO6ZKI/s1600-h/regansml.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291304469137849234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauUm9N7kKMQvI3hoX5vGxtpJ-vaP4fxHJnoiLBabciYOWwOTsqoGZ9IruKNQj48Adbz40cSj3DKoAMaKxFJTFC-YPO1Qqg5Pkys1rDyXotnJfERtbXfxFvB49EvOpeNeLc-LPRWO6ZKI/s200/regansml.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Ya know, I'm not big on long distance drives for the day, but I did agree 'cause Steve made the attempt to plan SOMETHING for the weekend!! He got tix for Brian Regan and he was playing in Savannah. Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hoo</span>!<br /></div><div>Our family has been a fan of Brian Regan since Mary Jo (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pilates</span> tutor/friend) gave us the CD for a Christmas gift. We started playing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cd</span> in the car on the way to a Hawks game. Comments from the crowd: "Turn that off!" "That is stupid!". . . . well . . . wait a minute . . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hmmm</span> . . .silence. They started listening!<br /></div><div>Went to the game. Got back in the car. "Turn that CD back on!" Laughter all the way home. And then a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dedication</span> to Brian Regan and all his Comedy Channel shows.<br /></div><div>So much so, that Cameron is reciting the lines during the show, the gal in front of us turns around amazed that he can predict! OK, maybe Brian should never do old stuff but, hey - that's what guys do, right? Practice makes perfect. . .<br /></div><div>On another note, let me show you a photo from the Italian restaurant where we dined prior: Gavin ordered Surf n Turf and I was cracking up so much that Steve didn't notice. Here's what he got:</div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9aI1Hm3d1kn5dgzt_pYpgk2tQ0ET6KF8_QZ5s9YdwpM9rcmPHT2kUUFt1L8HXRXJH1SnYL77b__jiDlJ1mZpl8nMdNDLaVpdekpc2sN7P7tnZ59zMQSzIyVxpTsU96ZWqH7e_F8ybCY/s1600-h/jan2009+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291299740149987442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9aI1Hm3d1kn5dgzt_pYpgk2tQ0ET6KF8_QZ5s9YdwpM9rcmPHT2kUUFt1L8HXRXJH1SnYL77b__jiDlJ1mZpl8nMdNDLaVpdekpc2sN7P7tnZ59zMQSzIyVxpTsU96ZWqH7e_F8ybCY/s200/jan2009+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-75603833233624611512009-01-04T19:20:00.005-05:002009-01-05T08:11:33.739-05:00What happened?A year's worth of what happened, I suppose, is in order from this lazy blogger.<br /><br />2008, . . .We launched a new biz on the side . . . Steve is full time at IBM, and I am part time at <a href="http://www.roamatlanta.com/">roam.</a> roam is going in full force. We are engaged as much as possible as investors/owners. (Can I tell u how much fun it is to hang out there? Can U imagine what it is like to have a business, where the employees are so awesome, that you just enjoy being there to talk/interact with them? That is Gale, Jose, Jody, Shane G and Shane C. I don't make this stuff up.). And the members/customers - they make it fun to come into work every day. Ok, and I will have to add Brian Kramer, new President, although occasionally he will introduce himself as "Evil Brian", but I frankly don't get that.<br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A really cool thing (no, well, two really cool things) happened: we (roam) joined the Georgia Alliance of Private Clubs and Atlanta Magazine voted us "best of 2008." We didn't fit a 'category' so we were voted "best new coffee shop" , which was undoubtedly a reference to our private coffee blend "a-roam-a" and the fact that we make laVazza espresso drinks. Viva Italia!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszj_8E-byh5J4UziQz15t4LeDyb2ahvKs7z6P8zHaEkhU4GVGptWkmzpelNzGe0-7JD8BO6M4xztYaaj7aBPpVkCikKIwNTXM_stL_dT3e5YWhL3wzUYwcnG3IeSdDAC1acR4kyNK954/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287612458034073234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszj_8E-byh5J4UziQz15t4LeDyb2ahvKs7z6P8zHaEkhU4GVGptWkmzpelNzGe0-7JD8BO6M4xztYaaj7aBPpVkCikKIwNTXM_stL_dT3e5YWhL3wzUYwcnG3IeSdDAC1acR4kyNK954/s200/Christmas+2008+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Danish dinner extraordinaire. . . well, actually, this is the easiest cuisine of all to adopt, I'm all for good food that is easy to prepare. Here is Steve handing the torch to John for carving up the green ham so that the crackling comes out crispy and juicy:<br /><br /><br /><br />Enough about work and dreams.<br /><br />I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoe3PlcjX211KeMpJzGrIuxLCyyu_wAzsU25KCFIKctCj8yLmMqSvKZX2viDT6UlT-shkmGqiJUyHS8Gs4b9NkfARDmsdHhSMPZsrRUegYAP2Im-ZFKgudg675pFVUeQE574d5MlJeKyA/s1600-h/spring+formal+82.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287609938348973026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoe3PlcjX211KeMpJzGrIuxLCyyu_wAzsU25KCFIKctCj8yLmMqSvKZX2viDT6UlT-shkmGqiJUyHS8Gs4b9NkfARDmsdHhSMPZsrRUegYAP2Im-ZFKgudg675pFVUeQE574d5MlJeKyA/s200/spring+formal+82.JPG" border="0" /></a> met up with sister Hilda in St. George, Utah! We <em>almos</em>t saw a KennyLoggins concert (saw the prep with the mountains in the background, it was awesome ("check, check!"), we rode over on our single speed cruiser bicycles to check it out, and instead decided to spend our last evening at home).<br /><br />Julien Six was our summer student from France and John will be going there next summer. The Stimpsons will be coming here for spring br<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNitfXg3xMg2aBoQ4iblay2wUVAu6_h1qLqERDZeXHJx9AnCawQNrInzza3udbq1bINKBQIAC33DnXxReD2NUFjcOSwYXFpMqIJYO3ecMEW5wPrFuCzYIpNhHWWYxzmIT1PQUeZSUuing/s1600-h/bravesgamesml.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287613967824318066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNitfXg3xMg2aBoQ4iblay2wUVAu6_h1qLqERDZeXHJx9AnCawQNrInzza3udbq1bINKBQIAC33DnXxReD2NUFjcOSwYXFpMqIJYO3ecMEW5wPrFuCzYIpNhHWWYxzmIT1PQUeZSUuing/s200/bravesgamesml.jpg" border="0" /></a>eak after two years!!! Everyone has waited so patiently to get them back to Marietta. Share, people, share!!!<br /><br />David and Martha (and Lily) have moved from California back to Indiana, and Lily is in college at De Paul University.<br /><br />Don't hear much from anyone else except Klaus in Denmark. We had a fun conference call between Stephen, David, and Klaus on Christmas Day. I don't know what they planned but I'm sure we are all in a bit of trouble.<br /><br />Goodbye to all our beloved ones lost in 2008.<br />Much love,<br />suZen</div></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-13785334639792192452008-04-03T19:34:00.009-04:002008-12-12T00:01:59.083-05:00Is pilates the new yoga?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9T53RvZgqecyiiRknQ5WcXE4g8zlobgtY4_HjNVYcGgWX1F5P8ctFkFqQLLUZIdiUZOZDas9oSWD8SoCD5V0dG1_VZ-9iMYZoE7U9cWvVd_EG0ZgHpeP-aRrhXj3osEQrRwppwV4Zx0/s1600-h/pilatesblue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185177754443574354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9T53RvZgqecyiiRknQ5WcXE4g8zlobgtY4_HjNVYcGgWX1F5P8ctFkFqQLLUZIdiUZOZDas9oSWD8SoCD5V0dG1_VZ-9iMYZoE7U9cWvVd_EG0ZgHpeP-aRrhXj3osEQrRwppwV4Zx0/s200/pilatesblue.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have been a yoga enthusiast since I was 16 years old. Growing up in rural America, I watched "Lilias Yoga and You" on PBS; practiced from a book at 17; and took my first actual course in college at 21. When I was 30, a friend introduced me to Iyengar style and I was committed, for a long time, even continuing through a trial with cancer and several pregnancies and after. Pilates has been around forever, but I just watched and waited as it grew more popular and the mat classes became widely available and affordable. Until I started my private personal training on the pilates large equipment (reformer, cadillac) with MaryJo Falvey of <a href="http://www.pilatestutor.com/">Pilates Tutor Studio </a>. . . and now, all I do is pilates! Maybe a little cardio, I know I need that too!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It began simply: I bid on a series of personal sessions with MaryJo at our school's fundraiser. She was also teaching the mat class at the Y, which I began taking. She said, "Susan, you have to come and take your personal sessions!" Isn't that the case . . . sometimes you just sit on these things for a year or two . . .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, that was a couple years ago, and while I am not her strongest, youngest, most flexible, or fearless student, I believe that I am the most committed. I'm at the intermediate level and can do some of the advanced moves, and I'm pushing 50. I believe in her commitment to the <a href="http://www.stottpilates.com/">Stott method</a>; she is professional, dedicated, and probably the most talented Stott instructor in Atlanta. If you don't believe me, you can watch as her practice has exploded and see how she is filling her classes as soon as she offers them.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She has the respect of other studios around Atlanta, too. Her work with me has resulted in the elimination of repetitive back and shoulder problems, increases in strength, even the awe of my children ("Mom, you're ripped!") Shouldn't we all get that from our teenage boys?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I certainly hope that Stott appreciates the attention that this <a href="http://www.pilatestutor.com/">go-getter </a>has brought to them. There are plenty of generic pilates instructors all over the place. Stott demands intensive training, and fees for equipment, training, and certification are very high as a result. After all, <span style="color:#3366ff;">STOTT PILATES™ is the only full service integrated pilates company offering equipment, education, videos, manuals, studios, licensing, and support.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You won't regret checking this out: go book your friends or your business for a private group class, or just sign up for personal training with MaryJo, Carla, or Elizabeth. She currently has a coupon for a free class. Special tip: hot yoga teacher/Invigorated Life wellness coach <a href="http://www.invigoratedlife.com/">Kimberly Kirby </a>is also teaching at Pilates Tutor . . .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Need I say more. Pilates is the new yoga. Or better.</div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-88946981530336537682008-03-19T17:57:00.010-04:002008-12-12T00:01:59.111-05:00The coolest anthropology experiment - ever! Mummified fast food!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheqQG-F54GRqUPFM_P_pSjsSI3pKe-UK2dkGw5F09KL0Rhw9X1fsEzgU_n7HGldHi3c1gUy5iT3i4Phv_wjeD55vCj7y3JHSoyszWGQ87JJZ_SpsdlOJTMIt_CnqqglClBcWfFpTuyvaw/s1600-h/kkburger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179584358404451394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheqQG-F54GRqUPFM_P_pSjsSI3pKe-UK2dkGw5F09KL0Rhw9X1fsEzgU_n7HGldHi3c1gUy5iT3i4Phv_wjeD55vCj7y3JHSoyszWGQ87JJZ_SpsdlOJTMIt_CnqqglClBcWfFpTuyvaw/s200/kkburger.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My friend <a href="http://www.invigoratedlife.com/">Kimberly Kirby</a>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yogini</span>, author, and wellness coach (see link to the right: Invigorated Life) indulged us last night in a preview of her talk that she will be giving at an East Cobb Town Hall meeting. You have to see this to believe it!! It was so cool!!! I don't know if kids or parents will be more intrigued . . . probably a tie!<br /><br />We know that trans fats (aka partially <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hydrogenated</span> oils and more hidden names) and preservatives are no-nos . . . but have you ever seen a <strong>one</strong> <strong>year-old plus</strong> fast food hamburger in its wrapper (we will not name the chain). Is it moldy? Has it decayed? Have any bugs invaded it (she keeps it in a highly accessible paper bag in her pantry)? Well, the answer is no . . . so why do we eat this stuff?<br /><br />For all of you who plan to attend the town hall meeting, lucky you! Kimberly also has visuals and props, showing sugar content in 'healthy" drinks and foods . . . and more! She has a <em>really sexy yoga teacher</em> voice, so I highly recommend attending. She only gets 10 minutes, so be on time!! Carpool? Call me!<br /><br />Here are the details:<br /><br />JOIN A TOWN HALL MEETING ON CHILDHOOD NUTRITION IN COBB SCHOOLS<br /><br />How much attention do you pay to childhood nutrition in our schools? The health and wellness of our county’s youngest citizens extends beyond the home. Parents, schools, teachers, elected officials, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PTAs</span> – and most notably, you – influence the daily nutrition of our children. This is a very important topic and one that has already gained national recognition.<br />A Town Hall Meeting has been scheduled to bring together elected officials, School Board, Cobb County Food and Nutrition Services, parents, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PTAs</span>, Administration and students for a healthy discussion, education and voice on the nutritional programs within Cobb County schools. Explore the results of successful changes in California and New York State Schools and learn from Diane Harris, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ph</span>.D and Kimberly Kirby, two leading nutritional experts and East Cobb elementary school moms, as well as personal experiences from students Cooper <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Driskell</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Sope</span> Creek Elementary), Tiffany Mills (East Cobb Middle School) and Chandler Converse (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pebblebrook</span> High School). Be a part of this unprecedented event and learn some easy tips on how you can take on responsibility for the betterment of Cobb’s youngest citizens. Parking is limited so plan to carpool.<br /><br />What: Cobb County Town Hall Meeting on Modern Childhood Nutrition<br /><br />When: April 17, 2008 at 7 p.m.<br /><br />Where: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sope</span> Creek Elementary, 3320 Paper Mill Road, Marietta, Ga. 30067<br /><br />More Information: <a href="mailto:arasin5@bellsouth.net">arasin5@bellsouth.net</a> or <a href="mailto:fluffyjune@yahoo.com">fluffyjune@yahoo.com</a></div><br /><p><strong>What . . . you are still here?</strong> Incidentally, our middle school, <strong><a href="http://www.cobbk12.org/~hightowertrail/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Hightower</span> Trail</a></strong>, is embarking on its own crusade against bad food. Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Tarbutton</span>, the Family and Consumer Sciences <a href="http://hightowertrail.typepad.com/ms_tarbutton">(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">FACS</span>)</a> teacher, has received a grant to purchase multiple copies of the book, "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chew-This-Everything-Dont-About/dp/0618593942/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1205964043&sr=8-1">Chew on This</a>", written by the same guy who wrote "Fast Food Nation." She is really doing her part to educate parents and kids on the harmful nature of bad nutritional choices. She is awesome!</p><p></p><p>(on a personal note, I could not put the proper punctuation on the book titles, which should be underlined, so I had to put quotation marks. I think it is glitch in blogger. My apologies!)</p>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-42273306968400380022008-03-10T13:43:00.007-04:002008-12-12T00:02:00.491-05:00End of an ear-ah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJu-w3iCwrWDUCoPY9qoYI5Iev-dX14ga-lE9nMpvHWueOWAth0GMFW-YpuhiigGTYVMjzygwZaTZ8r75gqA642Ni4v3yCbCtpTSGGEN_raYpKUauOydoG644Jd6qBdq9phkhPm6WoOk/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176170836666878754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJu-w3iCwrWDUCoPY9qoYI5Iev-dX14ga-lE9nMpvHWueOWAth0GMFW-YpuhiigGTYVMjzygwZaTZ8r75gqA642Ni4v3yCbCtpTSGGEN_raYpKUauOydoG644Jd6qBdq9phkhPm6WoOk/s200/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTnxODGIxi0gBpIBQtzPll8sNc7mN8jEcz99EQlJYdpBMzVa6vvnlWxXWRqA6A-Yi7SAiX1oQmGkYdfvw-VPQYS1beT1k3a38oe2V4CvMVIlk2MFaTQsbXnrC1AUnWWdzeZpiihKVpGg/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176171171674327858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTnxODGIxi0gBpIBQtzPll8sNc7mN8jEcz99EQlJYdpBMzVa6vvnlWxXWRqA6A-Yi7SAiX1oQmGkYdfvw-VPQYS1beT1k3a38oe2V4CvMVIlk2MFaTQsbXnrC1AUnWWdzeZpiihKVpGg/s200/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> <br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><div>Actually, can see the ear-ah's for the first time in year-ahs!</div>You guys are next!!!!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFmTDxo0Ge4ofv367FL4dT3jY4SUgcZMKYbvZABZ-fZ4ebMR8dMILGIEbN-c-nBj59CNgz3iFbFPl1VNioFHzugq46ikdfaGmNX0ifFyqvyhTar6jw4HxgLSTYOqViTZ63qllpuGG4bk/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176172537473928002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFmTDxo0Ge4ofv367FL4dT3jY4SUgcZMKYbvZABZ-fZ4ebMR8dMILGIEbN-c-nBj59CNgz3iFbFPl1VNioFHzugq46ikdfaGmNX0ifFyqvyhTar6jw4HxgLSTYOqViTZ63qllpuGG4bk/s200/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrBEgeRgkIiZs3FXC4yo_167k9XqIc8FltQfUdYOV4t4koEHLSv9kaukiIANb3z9Pq4Gy48ETyfEg4ECPGUsep9GDBOsOUtUNTZMr9DsTwl0ZJuRvd4BNRbWqHjPb0FpOZo-KJ0aF22s/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176177369312136018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrBEgeRgkIiZs3FXC4yo_167k9XqIc8FltQfUdYOV4t4koEHLSv9kaukiIANb3z9Pq4Gy48ETyfEg4ECPGUsep9GDBOsOUtUNTZMr9DsTwl0ZJuRvd4BNRbWqHjPb0FpOZo-KJ0aF22s/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnGtgSRtWGvz-SHF6HeuDvT2DZDEWRAeYh9QuOs6UOELfiwv7ulTGfkd9qM4d4vJFaCDc_Vv4zkEPz3mkWW3FmyLprzZ9kLRlR5Lp3uOdYcVpwud4OTobvxc_RaDgeYA7lw4BL0_LGMA/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176177751564225378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnGtgSRtWGvz-SHF6HeuDvT2DZDEWRAeYh9QuOs6UOELfiwv7ulTGfkd9qM4d4vJFaCDc_Vv4zkEPz3mkWW3FmyLprzZ9kLRlR5Lp3uOdYcVpwud4OTobvxc_RaDgeYA7lw4BL0_LGMA/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-71121742403727520962008-03-03T20:14:00.003-05:002008-03-03T20:25:51.512-05:00Hello from the StimpsonsOur dear friends write to us from jolly old England . . . I am encouraging her to blog, because it is such a trip! We want to see pics too! We miss them terribly . . .<br /><br />Yvonne writes: (and that is EEEEE-von, to you buddy!)<br /><br />I’ve just manned the high school disco and I think I’m bleeding from the ears. Our computer continues to decide what we can and cannot see and often deletes emails before we get to open them – so, apologies if we’ve ignored anyone – its not deliberate. Haven’t been up to anything much really – Bob hasn’t been too well so have been nagging him back to health. Its difficult when he’s home – I feel like I have to be busy and interesting all the time, and I’m not really inclined to be either. He’s on the mend now so can resume couch-potato status. The kids (and me) just had a week off school, so I decided very last minute we needed a holiday – and headed off to Cornwall. We had a fantastic week – managed to get really lovely accommodation, had archery lessons, falconry lessons, how to eat and drink too much lessons. Cornwall is just amazing, and it really reminded me of New Zealand (yes, lots of sheep) and the yummiest ice cream. We got to spend a couple of days at the beach – the weather was actually brilliant for the whole week. <br /><br />It was Alex’s birthday last week – 15 – can’t believe it. We went to London to see the Lion King musical for her birthday. Had a brilliant day – it was at Covent Garden which is an amazing place to spend a Sunday afternoon. There were loads of street performers, markets, shops, cafes. Really fun. We were all entranced by one street performer in particular, but all for different reasons. He was practically naked, totally sprayed silver, and could do the most outstanding things with his pecs. But the Lion King was good too. <br /><br />Ben and Alex are tolerating things here, but would much rather be in Atlanta – especially Alex. Thomas has settled in really well. The menagerie is also doing well, although I do think English rodents are slower than American rodents – definite decline on the number of headless rats being dragged through the cat-flap – maybe its just too cold for them. Sam just continues to shag his way through life. I’m trying to be a little more adventurous in getting around, but I think I’m destined to forever go between the school and the supermarket. I got stuck on a huge roundabout last week, had not idea where I was supposed to go, and just ended up driving round and round the roundabout for ages.<br /> <br />Hope alls well with all of you. Please keep in touch – you know we miss you all.<br /><br />Cheers, YvonnesuZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-11415205989255889912008-02-28T10:57:00.003-05:002008-02-28T12:23:05.063-05:00Transformational T-shirtsYes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MaryJo</span>, I did blog on this topic!! Had a little rough start to my morning, where I finally lost my temper big time, so into my closet I went and put on my Victoria Secret 'angel' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tshirt</span> for my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pilates</span> workout. . . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MJ</span> commented on my pretty shirt and I told her it had special powers. It could change me from a <a href="http://www.slangcity.com/email_archive/4_15_2004.htm">screaming <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">meemie</span> </a>into a placid saint. In fact, any <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tshirt</span> in <em>your</em> closet will work just as well. If you are feeling frumpy, you just put on an old cool concert T and you will do a quick turn around (could also do a fake tattoo, or, a real one for that matter. Who's in?) Feeling out of shape, put your "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pilates</span> for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hotties</span>" tank on. Feeling unloved? Put on something that your friend or mom got you. (Jewelry works as well, especially like old boyfriend's items, etc. And you know who you are.) And if you are feeling financially stressed, fur works really well, best if it's right next to the skin! Like a Jane Fonda fur bikini. mm, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hmmm</span>.<br /><br />Fashion is a right, not a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">privilege</span>. And it's way better and faster than prozac.<br /><br />OK. I'll be quiet now.suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-36710569581388530552008-02-26T14:45:00.004-05:002008-12-12T00:02:00.940-05:00The Tao of Ordering Checks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRJ7rmCAahyUXbOXXJbyKbyTpXbxTjWdyZtQogungqHizZDWyM8vrdiQ79eq2mrr8YJOTGaeyo9XQv4a9ds7d-4xxUAKc2_5rh42Volz74w7o5erLmPh4zyvCYW9y49_e6bI__ByrPks/s1600-h/IPEPPCHK_e.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171386995987681538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRJ7rmCAahyUXbOXXJbyKbyTpXbxTjWdyZtQogungqHizZDWyM8vrdiQ79eq2mrr8YJOTGaeyo9XQv4a9ds7d-4xxUAKc2_5rh42Volz74w7o5erLmPh4zyvCYW9y49_e6bI__ByrPks/s200/IPEPPCHK_e.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Time is of the essence. . . time to reorder checks. I usually go with the standard issue . . . but I am so ready to break out! That is when all the trouble began . . . I can easily reorder online, choosing from an extensive list of symbols and fonts and fun backgrounds, even collegiate checks! (does that mean for every check that I write, a donation for my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alma</span> mater?)<br /><br />I'll be honest, after spending about 10 minutes, I couldn't commit. While I could piece together a unique <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">checkfront</span>, it didn't fit me exactly or Steve exactly and definitely not us exactly. Did you know you can choose from all the monopoly characters to do a 'corner embellishment?" Who knew???<br /><br />I think it is important how you represent yourself . . . don't want to offend or distress or even confuse someone when it comes to being financially responsible.<br /><br />Well, I tried customizing - I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">panned through</span> sports, didn't see anyone doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pilates</span> or yoga, and no one on an elliptical machine (I guess that is what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">MJ</span> meant about me not being athletic . . . ) Couldn't exactly identify with the watering can; I am totally a fair weather gardener and I blow it off when it doesn't suit me, plus it is sprinkler or nothing during this drought. Steve rides the bike, not me (although it is on my to do list to get my license this year). John plays guitar . . . Gavin loves <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">scottie</span> dogs; well, any dog for that matter; Cameron, cows. Religious symbols, didn't know about the yin/yang . . . maybe the hummingbird? No dragonflies that I could find.<br /><br />Finally, I had the option of adding a one liner: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">namaste</span>? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hasta</span> la vista baby? (talking to the outgoing funds). Keep on rockin' in the free world? Right now! (Van Halen)<br /><br />Uh-oh - took a detour and went to another check website. Now I can choose from Barbie, Elvira, Kiss, and a whole host of country music artists. I can get a copy of the last supper! Shopping girlies, oh, I found dragonflies and fairies. This is insane.<br /><br />Ah, let the kiddies and the hubbie get their own checks when they grow up (and/or if they are smart enough to know the password for my online acct!). Looks like I'm going with the martini glass on the animal print background with "shop till you drop" as my one liner.<br /><br />TTFN!</div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-52476693613792690292008-02-25T17:22:00.004-05:002008-12-12T00:02:01.041-05:00Beating my head against the wall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZf5pD484q-1Pu9785UFDEKUv9k2ggB_por8x4OCClq1kAKvkWc4BSod5eBFSalSZ7cyKz3dE6ndKy1Vdqyt4dH-NNQH92AzzPxTMUlzxhrkvJwidA3Al8lv_GPgRaHHy8pTUcJk6enk/s1600-h/into_the_glass.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171058765996986610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZf5pD484q-1Pu9785UFDEKUv9k2ggB_por8x4OCClq1kAKvkWc4BSod5eBFSalSZ7cyKz3dE6ndKy1Vdqyt4dH-NNQH92AzzPxTMUlzxhrkvJwidA3Al8lv_GPgRaHHy8pTUcJk6enk/s200/into_the_glass.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I wish I could say that I bumped my head on the glass ceiling . . . but last Friday I actually walked into a really clean glass wall while I was working, not paying attention to what I was doing. I can't tell you how stupid I felt. I can tell you how much my head hurts, mini-possible -concussion all weekend. If <a href="http://www.chopra.com/">Deepak Chopra </a>weren't so enlightening, I would not have made it through his three hour presentation on Saturday. I felt completely at ease, like I had heard him speak before, even though I never have. Hubbie got a lot from it, excited and ready to put all his good intentions into his work . . . I, conversely, am thinking about my shadows. It dawned on me that perhaps I am literally banging my head against the wall, wasting my time. Eye opener! I was forced to self-medicate with wine on Saturday evening.</div><br /><div></div><div>Maybe I take everything too literally, but I had to replace three light bulbs in my kitchen that blew all at the same time! Let there be light! Come out of the darkness!</div><div></div><br /><div>Still managed to complete my "Sex and the City workout" on Sunday. More on that another time . </div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-58058616552094473942008-02-21T19:20:00.005-05:002008-02-21T19:46:15.209-05:00My friend H rocks!Sometimes my friends won't post, so I have to post for them. It is a carry-over from motherhood, I guess. We were doing one of those "tell me something I don't know" fill in the blank <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">questionnaires</span> (favorite food, color, movie, song, etc.) and question #21 (out of 59!!) was favorite saying. If H wants to identify herself, she needs to come forward!!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">btw</span>, we all need an H in our lives. Honest, confidant, evolved, friend that lasts forever. In fact, she doesn't have wrinkles and she looks better than she has ever looked. Plus, she kicks a** and is a fun <strong>gal</strong> to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><strong>gal</strong>livant</span> with!!! (is that where the word <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gallivant</span> came from???)<br /><br />First, H said" the best is yet to come," but then she sent me a separate email which is totally worth noting, which I shall cut and paste here:<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">In H's own words:</span></strong> <br /><br />You don't look 47!! aka you look like you're in your thirties! aka you don't look old enough to have children. (seriously! I have gotten each of those in the last year. I must admit that the compliments mainly came from people who wanted generous tips.)<br /><br />Would you like another glass of wine/vodka/scotch, etc?<br /><br />Would you like that with ice cream/chocolate on top?<br /><br />Have you lost weight ? (Haven't heard this in the last year)<br /><br />Honey, you need a pick-me-up shopping spree! (OK, I totally made that one up).<br /><br />No, you don't look fat in that outfit.<br /><br />There's not a wrinkle on your face. (My friends are the biggest liars, aren't they?)<br /><br />Do you want to go out for dinner tonight? (said on a night when I'm too tired/lazy to cook)<br /><br />Can I clean up for you? (Said when the house is a complete mess -- that's a fantasy comment, too)<br /><br />You've never looked better. (said by a woman, again, my friends are shameless liars).<br /><br />You go, girl!<br /><br />Solidarity, sister!<br /><br />Peace, love and soul (what host Don <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cornelious</span> said at the end of every episode of "Soul Train" - I watched that and American Bandstand every Sat. when I was growing up - I love to dance, what can I say??)<br /><br />I love you :-)<br /><br />I'm coming for a visit (not spoken by my in-laws)<br /><br />Yes, I can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">babysit</span> on Saturday night<br /><br />This is good, Mom (mumbled by a Schultz boy, with a mouth full of my cooking, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">followed</span> by content devouring of the dinner that I took the time to make)<br /><br />You were so right, Mom (spoken by my college freshman -- fantasy, pure and simple)<br /><br />Thanks, Mom (also spoken by my college freshman -- another fantasy)<br /><br />We WON LOTTO!! (yeah right!)<br /><br />Later, gator - HsuZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-17420393025183053602008-02-05T09:32:00.000-05:002008-12-12T00:02:01.483-05:00The facts about F.A.C.S.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0C6deOYGM9DZAShbX1UyDSyE6vuApNCXfIoOqFO94XdBS1Vr2FxjN4Y-U9SADTFWbvbySydg2GRjrp8K1mcZ3Yy9FtfLVHXSOQHls8I3C6LBirCLILQyki0il9JY094p_He8yYAczDI/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163508746894543394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0C6deOYGM9DZAShbX1UyDSyE6vuApNCXfIoOqFO94XdBS1Vr2FxjN4Y-U9SADTFWbvbySydg2GRjrp8K1mcZ3Yy9FtfLVHXSOQHls8I3C6LBirCLILQyki0il9JY094p_He8yYAczDI/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Family and Consumer Science is a required class at my kids' middle school. Last night my youngest dutifully prepared his choice from the menu, "haystacks", which is a confection composed of peanut butter, butterscotch chips, peanuts, and crunchy chow mein noodles. It is also the height of the flu season. Within half an hour of eating his creation, my son rushed to the commode. Since his older brother was already down for the count, I just assumed we would have a sick day today. However, upon awakening, my youngest said he felt perfectly fine, so we completed his task by packing up the haystacks to take to class and filled out his form, signed by parent, to complete the assignment. With my "get in the car now or take the bus" sign (see previous post - stunned silence"), we started to head out with his little candy trophies to share and brother, who needed to go in early. But, we had got no further than the top of the driveway when youngest bolted out the door. I figured he was staying home so proceeded through the n'hood while he purged in the shrubbery. "Wait," he pathetically wailed as the neighbor walking his dog shook his head laughing. This kid is a trooper. He doesn't even like going to school. But he really wanted to share those haystacks with the class.<br /><br />I am torn. Do you think he should still turn in the haystacks to get his grade? Does this mean a failing grade if you throw up your own creation? We may never know . . .</div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-35158712148827401222008-02-03T10:17:00.000-05:002008-12-12T00:02:01.714-05:00yoga latte, baby!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGaB2-nhHKIJbO20xUTEOmymaNqi3bSpCGFBwl9-OxSq1Cl3m1PwJXwLdtCnuIf6MTboJCAL3EZv6Ira48nXKc1KU-p5pOot3rW01mH_TvO6LjaGSqgAM6_f7GupUcody7Gicfd4tXxM/s1600-h/sfpalace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162777636086581778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGaB2-nhHKIJbO20xUTEOmymaNqi3bSpCGFBwl9-OxSq1Cl3m1PwJXwLdtCnuIf6MTboJCAL3EZv6Ira48nXKc1KU-p5pOot3rW01mH_TvO6LjaGSqgAM6_f7GupUcody7Gicfd4tXxM/s200/sfpalace.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Who do you call in East Cobb for yoga, from kids to corporate wellness programs? Our own local favorite, Susan Palace. Don't let her diminuitive size fool you. Can I say kick *** on a blog? She currently teaches yoga M/W/Sunday at <a href="http://www.sportsarama-usa.com/">Sportsarama</a> in East Cobb, as well as the <a href="http://www.ymcacobb.org/pages/47_facility_information.cfm">East Cobb/McClesky YMCA.</a> She emails weekly inspirations to her students to keep us centered. I know for a fact that she does yoga private instruction, small groups, and parties. Her <a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/sfpalace">KidVisions</a> relaxation CD is absolutely delightful, for kids of all ages. 2008 is the year for her programs to take off! Stay tuned. We are patiently waiting for more to come. </div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And don't get me started on the yogasm. Need I say more? For more information, you can contact Susan at:</div><div></div><div>The Yoga Palace and KidVisions<br /><a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/sfpalace">www.cdbaby.com/sfpalace</a><br /><a href="mailto:spalace@bellsouth.net">spalace@bellsouth.net</a><br />770-977-0062<br />404-394-3985 (mobile)</div><div></div><div></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-3706314837620321252008-02-02T09:32:00.001-05:002008-12-12T00:02:01.893-05:00Stunned Silence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmybVJ0iQQU-QvuPtnfdvc3_R4Tk40wWBxzTf6LrnrRfZvKe2KivGO7QVJlK3IcRkCbHTmAxu6GQ9pbG2I3-YnKMy_akhbyZmz4bDGdk6iZyGfSfOl69Uqdra3ugE4ji4Y3gCQZ6IS7A/s1600-h/URT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162396539343440386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmybVJ0iQQU-QvuPtnfdvc3_R4Tk40wWBxzTf6LrnrRfZvKe2KivGO7QVJlK3IcRkCbHTmAxu6GQ9pbG2I3-YnKMy_akhbyZmz4bDGdk6iZyGfSfOl69Uqdra3ugE4ji4Y3gCQZ6IS7A/s200/URT.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have had laryngitis for the last three weeks, and finally went to the ear/nose/throat specialist, who looked down my throat with a scope (can you say "eeeeehhh, aaaaaahh, oooooo?"). Nothin' but inflamed and swollen vocal cords, most likely caused by acid reflux and poor dietary/drinking habits. (?) It just sucks getting old. Now I have to avoid all my favorites, and how easy is it to do that with a <a href="http://www.wholelattelove.com/showImage.cfm?itemID=976">superautomaticespressomaker </a>staring you in the face every morning and a nice collection of flavorful Italian whites around happy hour? (well, at least it's not the other way around!) And don't get me started on the chocolate ban. The rest I can handle. Oops, forgot about that spicy Thai food I had on Tuesday.<br /><br />In the meantime, I have been prescribed at least three days of total silence. It is not going well. I started by carrying with me a notecard that said "I can't speak for three days, dr.'s orders." That of course invited a stream of follow-on questions, with me trying to rapidly write responses. It probably would be faster to just text. I occasionally will whisper to my spouse or children and it totally cracks me up because they start <em>whispering back</em>. Then I whisper, you don't have to whisper, there is nothing wrong with your vocal cords, is there????? Or I make dramatic facial expressions, feigning disgust, mirth, wonderment, and apathy. As you can see, I haven't come even remotely close to five minutes of silence.<br /><br />Here is my other favorite written line, which I carry around daily: "Get in the car NOW or you are taking the bus!" It even worked on Steve! In fact, I don't see why I shouldn't carry on in mode indefinitely. Why waste thy precious life force . . .<br /><br />Tomorrow is the Super Bowl party at <span style="color:#990000;"><a href="http://roamatlanta.com/"><strong>r o a m</strong> . . </a>. </span><span style="color:#000000;">don't know how to get through that without talking. I will probably want to get a good supply of paper or maybe just carry around a laptop. Or I could pre-record a number of responses in that Stephen Hawking voice. I still have a sneaking suspicion that all this started as a result of singing Rock Band xbox360 . . . another hidden danger of video games.</span></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-88701036323673600752008-01-23T10:19:00.000-05:002008-12-12T00:02:02.247-05:00Enter roamD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJououMfEsciVktvFuhLRTXtWAq5EsF_hxvFyqgKet8MynBJAdLOqsUPO5SCNJZi9uJvWWYVIU8Oyg2CXOnNBkWn1c2gF0ROWm7LrNzflvDKfKCyIRvdq8q8yQyrXCFt7d_NTGEwfh7w/s1600-h/coffee_beans.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158717332918733250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJououMfEsciVktvFuhLRTXtWAq5EsF_hxvFyqgKet8MynBJAdLOqsUPO5SCNJZi9uJvWWYVIU8Oyg2CXOnNBkWn1c2gF0ROWm7LrNzflvDKfKCyIRvdq8q8yQyrXCFt7d_NTGEwfh7w/s200/coffee_beans.jpg" border="0" /></a>o you have a spouse that works from home, taking over the guest bedroom, or perhaps lucky enough to have a designated office/corner? Or maybe you are <strong>SOHO</strong> (that's not an insult or part of NYC - it's small office home office). Tired of shouting: "I'm on a CONFERENCE CALL!!!" and smacking a broom into the ceiling/floor/wall? When was the last time cable/DSL went down? The last time you had to (get dressed) and go into the office anyway because you didn't have access to support that you needed. Perhaps you are a corporate employee whose workforce has gone 'mobile' - when you do go in to use the 'corporate facilities' - are they set up the way you want and do you have access to any support? (Who are these people, anyway . . . .)<br /><br />Enter <strong>r o a m Atlanta</strong>. No, seriously, you can enter <em>r o a m</em>, well, in about a coupla months. <em>R o a m</em> is a new '<strong>third place</strong>,' designed to perfectly meet the needs of you SOHO's, teleworkers, entrepreneurs, and yes, rock stars. The first location (hint) conveniently located in <strong>Alpharetta/north Atlanta</strong> off GA 400 on Windward Parkway, <em>r o a m</em> features:<br /><br />* eight conference rooms, reserved by the hour or day<br />* large capacity theatre room/training center, with superb sound/video system<br />* library with share table and seating<br />*club area with comfortable chairs<br />*cafe with <strong>wireless internet</strong>, delectable drinks, treats, and meals; plus beer and wine for evening hours (does Starbucks have that????ha!)<br /><br />Services include:<br />*business support, such as technical, printing, copying, etc.<br />*catering<br />*meeting planning/support<br /><br /><em>r o am's</em> public areas (cafe, lounge, library and restrooms) will be initially (hint #2) open to the public, but members get benefits, such as discounts on room rentals, and access to networking, training, and special events, all at an affordable price.<br /><br />We can't say enough about <strong>managing partner Jason Dauble</strong> - a major player in the Atlanta restaurant scene, he has a background in the culinary arts as well as design and you will see his impact on the menu as well as the walls at <em>r o a m</em>. Just google him if you want to know more! He has worked at top notch places like Canoe, Georgia Grill, South City Kitchen, Van Goghs, and most recently eleven50.<br /><br />Have we discussed the coffee? <em>R o a m</em> will feature Lavazza coffee, touted as the best java in the world, as well as Italy's favorite coffee. <a href="http://www.lavazza.com/corporate/">http://www.lavazza.com/corporate/</a> So you can't make it to Rome, Italy. You can certainly make it to <em>r o a m Atlanta</em>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.roamatlanta.com/">http://www.roamatlanta.com/</a> under construction . . . keep checking . . . come up for a sneak peek . . .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8I1kOPcuV1ZgmxoO1Sch3KzQohCH7jU4ODcK32LGQKAlf-0EnNpOaZp88B4U0ayxwkSF2tJjGTGoLlf9mqQLThq6uy1bWGDjEWq3pytWVInNjpzDjxHZSpuBrfD48vBVMHGf_0uYV-Ss/s1600-h/roam+logo+final.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158718290696440274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8I1kOPcuV1ZgmxoO1Sch3KzQohCH7jU4ODcK32LGQKAlf-0EnNpOaZp88B4U0ayxwkSF2tJjGTGoLlf9mqQLThq6uy1bWGDjEWq3pytWVInNjpzDjxHZSpuBrfD48vBVMHGf_0uYV-Ss/s200/roam+logo+final.jpg" border="0" /></a>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-7624946748093632382008-01-21T11:17:00.000-05:002008-12-12T00:02:03.254-05:00Motorcycle MamaI know what boys like . . . I know what guys want . . . they want to go to the bike show!<br /><br />We went to the motorcycle show yesterday at the Georgia World Congress Center . . . they had a little section called the Women's Studio and I had a nice long chat with a pierced gal who gave me some great info, including recommendations on bikes (not what Steve would have me on), training, and how to pick a bike up off the ground (Steve learned something here!). Everything was going great until John decided to take off on his own when we were getting ready to leave - we eventually found him back at the Army tent (they had some awesome video games in there and no blood or gore!) and we had to fan out to find him. Unfortunately, they did not have a sign up for military school. Between that and the "Wheel of Toyota Tundra," we had a great time!<br /><br />Vintage style vespa - 250cc<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLftkjpl7eB1hZTdpsxGXJbWMpzAvkUNKKqdwNAsBaVS8FHg05IK4o3e9U1tLDUuxwuNs7Hia_XYAUgjRWkBvfvW-whu7-BLEebH0oyO8gDzf6ljJQIH1G9Rq2-MUFHuCLcI3Q_OHY94/s1600-h/IMG00121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157965579503637858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLftkjpl7eB1hZTdpsxGXJbWMpzAvkUNKKqdwNAsBaVS8FHg05IK4o3e9U1tLDUuxwuNs7Hia_XYAUgjRWkBvfvW-whu7-BLEebH0oyO8gDzf6ljJQIH1G9Rq2-MUFHuCLcI3Q_OHY94/s200/IMG00121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />James, Gavin, and Cameron on a big hog w/sidecare<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlX0oqF0BqFKi5r3eaqNOM4KDjsOwFpVVMXwNgMB4S6ccMnuZASOvwlJ90M_Kuf1PL81T6tqIPIX46GGHtxhXKF5_2Z5SQ6OR9rxlOB3XKXhhk-Eabw8cDS2m2wy6cLXzQHnx3qtEl32M/s1600-h/IMG00119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157965442064684370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlX0oqF0BqFKi5r3eaqNOM4KDjsOwFpVVMXwNgMB4S6ccMnuZASOvwlJ90M_Kuf1PL81T6tqIPIX46GGHtxhXKF5_2Z5SQ6OR9rxlOB3XKXhhk-Eabw8cDS2m2wy6cLXzQHnx3qtEl32M/s200/IMG00119.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Steve & John, same<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgx5MOREPiksM2z1lMT4QWsMr3X2B3hxAdBqmG3FtC7ZjR6NaSxJQioabvQZ1fwHnofAy7XgmjJ_1I3NMbBKmKENMHJQl8148ZT36-AjGjBJuDBfKMD1PPBrscC9DUBkN_7SEfdjzuCE/s1600-h/IMG00117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157965313215665474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgx5MOREPiksM2z1lMT4QWsMr3X2B3hxAdBqmG3FtC7ZjR6NaSxJQioabvQZ1fwHnofAy7XgmjJ_1I3NMbBKmKENMHJQl8148ZT36-AjGjBJuDBfKMD1PPBrscC9DUBkN_7SEfdjzuCE/s200/IMG00117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BMW K 1200 GT<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6MGfLMtv6D4NBa8Ut9LjEoDSsDvpJaB0az7AmpJ-uzCrI8cLekg5GF-Lxi86ItH0LLE5rCNtY_25HIw7Wngqgr21TmgxCpsgmXEtrNIgsV9YNV6QOhLZ9cYvu2C9mxlqW40MM4_iBjU/s1600-h/IMG00116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157965068402529586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6MGfLMtv6D4NBa8Ut9LjEoDSsDvpJaB0az7AmpJ-uzCrI8cLekg5GF-Lxi86ItH0LLE5rCNtY_25HIw7Wngqgr21TmgxCpsgmXEtrNIgsV9YNV6QOhLZ9cYvu2C9mxlqW40MM4_iBjU/s200/IMG00116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580030509567408460.post-65511044936786364462008-01-18T16:06:00.000-05:002008-12-12T00:02:04.366-05:00How to Build a Georgia Snowman#1. Rush outside in early snowfall<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzwekLzgmjKiNMME4NI-k2JZcExmJDJJxVcszoCbIQ-8M8qLWUFE9tkHzJAxYlK32Ko05MuFbKq_hOdFwSCTh3VZSsOcnj7tBcG9AUvet0ECDxq10fy_l7TAZ8hLIsGZ8egSzkHZT0ho/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156927133720876274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzwekLzgmjKiNMME4NI-k2JZcExmJDJJxVcszoCbIQ-8M8qLWUFE9tkHzJAxYlK32Ko05MuFbKq_hOdFwSCTh3VZSsOcnj7tBcG9AUvet0ECDxq10fy_l7TAZ8hLIsGZ8egSzkHZT0ho/s200/IMG_0014.JPG" width="220" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>2. The one that got away!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmSagl4scmyayzFIchYyj6d_GhAE7dixS2uNbz0QKZc7HzhrU5xIOe8KjHXoqkTsvNOHmxJUDegFPitSq4LIaiAroqavFTEwAEuUTpx0wFsM7QjQeWe4LsUxEAsnUu55SRBHnF0Gn124/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156927515972965634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmSagl4scmyayzFIchYyj6d_GhAE7dixS2uNbz0QKZc7HzhrU5xIOe8KjHXoqkTsvNOHmxJUDegFPitSq4LIaiAroqavFTEwAEuUTpx0wFsM7QjQeWe4LsUxEAsnUu55SRBHnF0Gn124/s200/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p>3. A two-footer!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmslDFGWIpMBgiWhfqkLov-sP3JGJdihFeqfhjQwPQAfOLR9saSWjjQzqICHsyEZ4B4jGz0vZPh7iXQik8tWGiEqPcbhhvBFUXdyK2v67u_tFUMVdvNxz6v_rb4Zsvcp3Zq1dhdVQ7as/s1600-h/gasnowman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156927726426363154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmslDFGWIpMBgiWhfqkLov-sP3JGJdihFeqfhjQwPQAfOLR9saSWjjQzqICHsyEZ4B4jGz0vZPh7iXQik8tWGiEqPcbhhvBFUXdyK2v67u_tFUMVdvNxz6v_rb4Zsvcp3Zq1dhdVQ7as/s200/gasnowman.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>4. Two days later</p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTXSoGz2amqtLDmGFoQ-A26_wOcV1H6ua-IbGR0vOsoaT8WPlbsdVci8EsN-GreSzCPFKS8Z39Q2MSU3T9QVu2zPvOu5rXsc7j1aRR7zgNXcMJlqLDhkG-To9Tgm3JSl6D9wJ2bUc6l8/s1600-h/deadfrosty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156930973421638946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTXSoGz2amqtLDmGFoQ-A26_wOcV1H6ua-IbGR0vOsoaT8WPlbsdVci8EsN-GreSzCPFKS8Z39Q2MSU3T9QVu2zPvOu5rXsc7j1aRR7zgNXcMJlqLDhkG-To9Tgm3JSl6D9wJ2bUc6l8/s200/deadfrosty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><p></p>suZenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04980096141793511496noreply@blogger.com0