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High Gloss Magazine Holiday Giveway

2010-12-01T16:12:00.003-05:00

High Gloss Magazine, which just launched, also has a fabulous giveaway contest that you shouldn't miss! Look for it here! The first day (today) has beautiful desk adornments from Dabney Lee!

Down to the River

2010-05-31T18:48:00.002-04:00

Just 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!'

Are you well? Are you happy? Please share!

On the eve of my 50th birthday

2010-04-07T20:27:00.003-04:00

Don't post much, but thought it appropriate that I share my thoughts tonight. I got nothing!!!

I wish this seemed more pivotal, transitional, whatever . . . but it doesn't. So: keep calm and carry on.

Maybe I'll be more inspired when I turn 60. Kidding!

Kerfuffle

2010-01-28T19:18:00.002-05:00

My 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!

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.

Love you all

2009-11-06T17:43:00.002-05:00

I 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.

You guys 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!

But sometimes it is right to just say thank you for your connection, your kind words, and your support.

I am listening to Neil Finn singing a song on youtube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq-kGfhg-i0&mode=related&search

and want to share a very inspiring story that one of my friends, Annie Pearson Nowlin, wrote about an experience as a nurse:

http://rn.modernmedicine.com/rnweb/article/articleDetail.jsp?id=103189

Love you!
suZen

Facebook took me away!

2009-09-17T18:21:00.004-04:00

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!

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!

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!

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.

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 . . .

It is a Marvelous Nite

2009-03-26T02:56:00.004-04:00

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

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.

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.

I love you for reading my blog. I miss you because I have receded into myself. I will try harder.

Listen to your Mom

2009-03-18T19:25:00.005-04:00

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.

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!

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.

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 . . .

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.

In her note, she also wrote:
"It doesn't make me very happy - sounds cruel to me. Fingers crossed."

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."

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."

I get that. I believe that. Do you know what is crazy?

I'm an IBM fan. 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.

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:

"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 not treat people. These are manners, and do unto others, and turn the other cheek, and smile!"

Well, doesn't mother know best?

Happy St. Pat's Day!

2009-03-17T20:55:00.005-04:00

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!

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!

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.

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.

The day today was perfect. I came home and just viewed the sky in my hammock. We all need this once in a while.

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.

May you be blessed with health, work, and an income. It's a different world.

Savannah Trip

2009-01-14T18:35:00.007-05:00

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 hoo!

Our family has been a fan of Brian Regan since Mary Jo (pilates tutor/friend) gave us the CD for a Christmas gift. We started playing the cd in the car on the way to a Hawks game. Comments from the crowd: "Turn that off!" "That is stupid!". . . . well . . . wait a minute . . . hmmm . . .silence. They started listening!

Went to the game. Got back in the car. "Turn that CD back on!" Laughter all the way home. And then a dedication to Brian Regan and all his Comedy Channel shows.

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. . .

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:

What happened?

2009-01-04T19:20:00.005-05:00

A year's worth of what happened, I suppose, is in order from this lazy blogger.

2008, . . .We launched a new biz on the side . . . Steve is full time at IBM, and I am part time at roam. 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.

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!

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:

Enough about work and dreams.

I met up with sister Hilda in St. George, Utah! We almost 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).

Julien Six was our summer student from France and John will be going there next summer. The Stimpsons will be coming here for spring break after two years!!! Everyone has waited so patiently to get them back to Marietta. Share, people, share!!!

David and Martha (and Lily) have moved from California back to Indiana, and Lily is in college at De Paul University.

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.

Goodbye to all our beloved ones lost in 2008.
Much love,
suZen

Is pilates the new yoga?

2008-04-03T19:34:00.009-04:00

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 Pilates Tutor Studio . . . and now, all I do is pilates! Maybe a little cardio, I know I need that too!

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 . . .

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 Stott method; 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.

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?

I certainly hope that Stott appreciates the attention that this go-getter 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, STOTT PILATES™ is the only full service integrated pilates company offering equipment, education, videos, manuals, studios, licensing, and support.

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 Kimberly Kirby is also teaching at Pilates Tutor . . .

Need I say more. Pilates is the new yoga. Or better.

The coolest anthropology experiment - ever! Mummified fast food!

2008-03-19T17:57:00.010-04:00

My friend Kimberly Kirby, yogini, 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!

We know that trans fats (aka partially hydrogenated oils and more hidden names) and preservatives are no-nos . . . but have you ever seen a one year-old plus 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?

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 really sexy yoga teacher voice, so I highly recommend attending. She only gets 10 minutes, so be on time!! Carpool? Call me!

Here are the details:

JOIN A TOWN HALL MEETING ON CHILDHOOD NUTRITION IN COBB SCHOOLS

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, PTAs – 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.
A Town Hall Meeting has been scheduled to bring together elected officials, School Board, Cobb County Food and Nutrition Services, parents, PTAs, 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, Ph.D and Kimberly Kirby, two leading nutritional experts and East Cobb elementary school moms, as well as personal experiences from students Cooper Driskell (Sope Creek Elementary), Tiffany Mills (East Cobb Middle School) and Chandler Converse (Pebblebrook 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.

What: Cobb County Town Hall Meeting on Modern Childhood Nutrition

When: April 17, 2008 at 7 p.m.

Where: Sope Creek Elementary, 3320 Paper Mill Road, Marietta, Ga. 30067

More Information: arasin5@bellsouth.net or fluffyjune@yahoo.com

What . . . you are still here? Incidentally, our middle school, Hightower Trail, is embarking on its own crusade against bad food. Ms. Tarbutton, the Family and Consumer Sciences (FACS) teacher, has received a grant to purchase multiple copies of the book, "Chew on This", 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!

(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!)

End of an ear-ah

2008-03-10T13:43:00.007-04:00

Actually, can see the ear-ah's for the first time in year-ahs!

You guys are next!!!!

Hello from the Stimpsons

2008-03-03T20:14:00.003-05:00

Our 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 . . .

Yvonne writes: (and that is EEEEE-von, to you buddy!)

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.

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.

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.

Hope alls well with all of you. Please keep in touch – you know we miss you all.

Cheers, Yvonne

Transformational T-shirts

2008-02-28T10:57:00.003-05:00

Yes, MaryJo, 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' tshirt for my pilates workout. . . . MJ commented on my pretty shirt and I told her it had special powers. It could change me from a screaming meemie into a placid saint. In fact, any tshirt in your 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 "pilates for hotties" 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, hmmm.

Fashion is a right, not a privilege. And it's way better and faster than prozac.

OK. I'll be quiet now.

The Tao of Ordering Checks

2008-02-26T14:45:00.004-05:00

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 alma mater?)

I'll be honest, after spending about 10 minutes, I couldn't commit. While I could piece together a unique checkfront, 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???

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.

Well, I tried customizing - I panned through sports, didn't see anyone doing pilates or yoga, and no one on an elliptical machine (I guess that is what MJ 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 scottie 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.

Finally, I had the option of adding a one liner: namaste? hasta la vista baby? (talking to the outgoing funds). Keep on rockin' in the free world? Right now! (Van Halen)

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.

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.

TTFN!

Beating my head against the wall

2008-02-25T17:22:00.004-05:00

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 Deepak Chopra 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.

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!

Still managed to complete my "Sex and the City workout" on Sunday. More on that another time .

My friend H rocks!

2008-02-21T19:20:00.005-05:00

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 questionnaires (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!!!! btw, 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 gal to gallivant with!!! (is that where the word gallivant came from???)

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:

In H's own words:

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.)

Would you like another glass of wine/vodka/scotch, etc?

Would you like that with ice cream/chocolate on top?

Have you lost weight ? (Haven't heard this in the last year)

Honey, you need a pick-me-up shopping spree! (OK, I totally made that one up).

No, you don't look fat in that outfit.

There's not a wrinkle on your face. (My friends are the biggest liars, aren't they?)

Do you want to go out for dinner tonight? (said on a night when I'm too tired/lazy to cook)

Can I clean up for you? (Said when the house is a complete mess -- that's a fantasy comment, too)

You've never looked better. (said by a woman, again, my friends are shameless liars).

You go, girl!

Solidarity, sister!

Peace, love and soul (what host Don Cornelious 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??)

I love you :-)

I'm coming for a visit (not spoken by my in-laws)

Yes, I can babysit on Saturday night

This is good, Mom (mumbled by a Schultz boy, with a mouth full of my cooking, followed by content devouring of the dinner that I took the time to make)

You were so right, Mom (spoken by my college freshman -- fantasy, pure and simple)

Thanks, Mom (also spoken by my college freshman -- another fantasy)

We WON LOTTO!! (yeah right!)

Later, gator - H

The facts about F.A.C.S.

2008-02-05T09:32:00.000-05:00

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.

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 . . .

yoga latte, baby!

2008-02-03T10:17:00.000-05:00

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 Sportsarama in East Cobb, as well as the East Cobb/McClesky YMCA. 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 KidVisions 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.

And don't get me started on the yogasm. Need I say more? For more information, you can contact Susan at:

The Yoga Palace and KidVisions
www.cdbaby.com/sfpalace
spalace@bellsouth.net
770-977-0062
404-394-3985 (mobile)

Stunned Silence

2008-02-02T09:32:00.001-05:00

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 superautomaticespressomaker 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.

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 whispering back. 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.

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 . . .

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl party at r o a m . . . 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.

Enter roam

2008-01-23T10:19:00.000-05:00

Do 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 SOHO (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 . . . .)

Enter r o a m Atlanta. No, seriously, you can enter r o a m, well, in about a coupla months. R o a m is a new 'third place,' designed to perfectly meet the needs of you SOHO's, teleworkers, entrepreneurs, and yes, rock stars. The first location (hint) conveniently located in Alpharetta/north Atlanta off GA 400 on Windward Parkway, r o a m features:

* eight conference rooms, reserved by the hour or day
* large capacity theatre room/training center, with superb sound/video system
* library with share table and seating
*club area with comfortable chairs
*cafe with wireless internet, delectable drinks, treats, and meals; plus beer and wine for evening hours (does Starbucks have that????ha!)

Services include:
*business support, such as technical, printing, copying, etc.
*catering
*meeting planning/support

r o am's 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.

We can't say enough about managing partner Jason Dauble - 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 r o a m. 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.

Have we discussed the coffee? R o a m will feature Lavazza coffee, touted as the best java in the world, as well as Italy's favorite coffee. http://www.lavazza.com/corporate/ So you can't make it to Rome, Italy. You can certainly make it to r o a m Atlanta.

http://www.roamatlanta.com/ under construction . . . keep checking . . . come up for a sneak peek . . .

Motorcycle Mama

2008-01-21T11:17:00.000-05:00

I know what boys like . . . I know what guys want . . . they want to go to the bike show!

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!

Vintage style vespa - 250cc

James, Gavin, and Cameron on a big hog w/sidecare

Steve & John, same

BMW K 1200 GT

How to Build a Georgia Snowman

2008-01-18T16:06:00.000-05:00

#1. Rush outside in early snowfall

2. The one that got away!

3. A two-footer!

4. Two days later

roam - under construction

2008-01-14T11:53:00.000-05:00

watch the transformation . . .a place for teleworkers, small office/home office (SOHO), entrepreneurs, and rock stars! Free wireless internet, delectable dishes, Italian coffee, work space, conference space, meeting space, high tech training space, tech and business support. Meet me in roam!

http://roamatlanta.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1

B-52's Roam Lyrics

2008-01-13T15:25:00.000-05:00

I hear a windWhistling airWhispering in my earBoy mercury shooting through every degreeOh girl dancing down those dirty and dusty trailsTake it hip to hip rocking through the wildernessAround the world the trip begins with a kissRoam if you want to roam around the worldRoam if you want to without wings without wheelsRoam if you want to roam around the world Roam if you want to without anything but the love we feelSkip the air-strip to the sunset Yeah ride the arrow to the targetTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessAround the world the trip begins with a kissRoam if you want to roam around the worldRoam if you want to without wings without wheelsRoam if you want to roam around the world Roam if you want to without anything but the love we feelFly the great big sky see the great big seaKick through continents bustin bountariesTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessAround the world the trip begins with a kissRoam if you want to roam around the worldRoam if you want to without wings without wheelsRoam if you want to roam around the world Roam if you want to without anything but the love we feelTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessTake it hip to hip rock it through the wildernessTake it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness

I stole it

2008-01-03T18:01:00.000-05:00

From my "Zen Daily Inspiration" calendar (from Kel): for January 2nd (yesterday - ha!):

"The best preparation for a better life next year is a full complete, harmonious, joyous life this year" - Thomas Dreier.

So, I'm done!!!!! (kidding). In reality, I am embarking on a new journey and not worried about getting in shape, finding my dream career, drinking less, etc. I didn't say I'm not trying, I just said I'm not worrying . . . big difference.

From Daily Candy, even easier:
KEEP: One Resolution
What: Make it one of the easy ones.
Why: You’ll feel better.
When: It’s never too late.
Where: Here

Here is a new tradition, well, kinda an old one. I always keep holiday cards, and I especially like the photos. I have been tucking them away in drawers and boxes and will occasionally stumble across them. I never have the heart to discard (except for those ridiculous, verbose newsletters. If it isn't a total spoof, I don't really want to read it!) So from now on, I am keeping them all in a box that says "grace", from friend Hilda. I just love to see you all. It brings me total joy.

Thanksgiving at Christmas

2007-12-25T10:22:00.000-05:00

I am truly thankful; thankful for my family and friends. Last night we had lots of giggles as the boys flew miniature helicopters, crashing into each other and knocking lit candles over . . .the traditional Danish toast (skoal! not the tobacco) of aquavit (a Scandinavian caraway distilled vodka) followed by beer chaser always gets the engines going. Sharon learned how to make *perfect* gravy from a recipe from the original Betty Crocker cookbook. We tried a new tradition that the Danish cousins sent us - a rice pudding with cherry sauce. A hidden almond in your serving will win you a year of good luck! I thought about putting one in every dish . . . but hey! Go for it! Cameron was the fortunate recipient this year.

We decided against giving the doggies the pork bone; past history has shown us that their delicate digestive systems are just not up to it. Who wants to be up all night with a sick dog when . . . you can just be up with your sick husband and child who had a nightmare. Poor Steve, a massive head cold has kicked in but he's a trooper.

The kids are definitely showing their age this year; no one except me was up before 10 am. No rushing for the stockings; but the gifts got ripped open in record time. They tried to be enthusiastic - their favorites were the gag gifts: butthead - a fun game with a sticky ball and velcro hats; pingpong ball shooters, which actually hurt; sudoku toilet paper (Cameron wasn't exactly sure about that one); and Steve got a programmable lightup licence plate frame that he can use for his new biz, assuming he ever gets a car!

(Can you find the poodles?)

We are thankful mostly for each other . . . thankful for the glorious rain. Happy holidays to you and yours. My best gift this year was Steve cleaning up after dinner!

Luv,

suZen

How did they do it?

2007-12-22T18:25:00.000-05:00

I am referring to our mothers, who independently created 'the holidays.' They did not have:
*instant gingerbread house kits (question: do all boys get fallen gb houses out of the garbage and eat? maybe it's just us)
*amazon. com and the internet with free shipping
* shrubbery net lights that are just 'tossed' onto the foundation plants
*email holiday cards
*'pick up' holiday dinners, everything from the turkey to the dessert
*gift cards for every venue that can be purchased at the grocery store checkout lane
* access to every recipe on earth via the www
* address labels, printers, etc. for addressing holiday cards (yet they still did!)

I know there are more . . . tell me your thoughts.

Holiday Gift Giving based on Erickson Psychological Stages

2007-12-06T10:45:00.000-05:00

My freshman son is taking psychology and has just completed a paper on Erik Erikson's Eight psychosocial stages (he only had to do the first five, which takes you up to the teenage years). I believe that you can also extend similar theories to holiday gift giving for children. I am not basing this on any part of his theory, just borrowing his age ranges. :-)

Stage One is the first year of life, which I am renaming "the bulky plastic phase." Almost all toys in this age range are made of large, colorful, soft materials and baby's first Xmas is way over the top! More toys are probably received in this phase than ever again, and subsequent siblings benefit from the hand-me-downs. Unfortunately, these siblings end up receiving less on their first Christmas in following years due to the bulk loaded up under the tree. This will have major impact on their psychosocial outcomes. However, I have no idea what that would be and it's not my problem, is it?

Phase II spans from age two to three. This phase I will refer to as the "hell on wheels phase." In addition to excessive gift giving of toys, now the child will also be receiving his first candy & cookie treats, adding to the chaos and mayhem of the holiday celebrations. Educational toys are thrown aside for those that fly, roll, and create large ruts in the hardwood floor. If parents refuse to buy anything but books and educational toys, children are left damaged and unable to progress to the next stage. Eh-hem, I just totally made that up.

Ah, phase three. Now the fun begins, during ages 4 - 5. Jealousy has set in, and frequently a child (and you know who you are) will arise during the wee hours of the morning to open each and every single wrapped present under the tree. "I can't read yet," being the obvious excuse. Being forced to re-wrap the presents is not really consequence enough to stop a repeat the following year. This phase I will call "are there any more presents for me?" followed by a tantrum.

Phase four for children age 6 through 11, I will refer to as the 'smash and grab' stage. Toys are rapidly opened, stockings are dumped, and the child becomes immersed in play, returning at some point during the day to load up on sweets and again, return to play. Parents are left in bliss to clean up the mess, make a huge holiday dinner, until the fighting ultimately breaks out. Up to this point, numerous toys are desired and selection is diverse. At the end of this phase, parents start to have a little more difficulty on pleasing their child, as "Barbie is for babies" and "Pokemon is for little kids". Besides, older siblings and friends with older siblings are already playing "M" (for mature) games on their systems. How, pray tell, can a parent compete with that?????!!!!

I am sad to say that all three of my children are now in Phase Five, which will take them from middle school up to the late teens, when hopefully they will be merrily jaunting off to college and returning for the sweet reunion of family. I am inclined to call this the 'absentee phase,' as the child is just not mentally or emotionally 'there.' They can't be bothered to even write a wish list. I don't know about the girls, but the boys just want more video games to add to their massive current collection. I find that a bit depressing. This is a time when parents turn to gag gifts to spice things up a bit. Or, they end up spending outrageous sums of money to please their depressed and bored child, if they are in a position to do so. Nothing works, so why bother? Time to just relax and order online, that's what I say.

Thank you, Spilsbury.com and Lillian Vernon. Everyone is getting monogrammed underwear, sonic toothbrushes, and hair dryers. Mommy, on the other hand, is rapidly approaching phase 8, so she gets whatever she damn pleases, including more pilates lessons and a nice new super-automatic espresso maker, which will leave her even more agitated during the holiday season!

In the very words of my own dear mother, "Merry Christmas, goddammit!"

Christmas (turn) of the tidings

2007-12-05T19:29:00.000-05:00

Here's what is happening with my kids, and I recall that it happened with me, also! When they turn 12 or 13 or 15 or so, the things they want are 1) extremely expensive or 2) not really toys. So . . . . parents go in search of beneficial personal products. We look at: hairdryers and hairbrushes; sonic toothbrushes; nose hair trimmers; tempurpedic mattress toppers (ahhhhhhh) . . . ..
But wait! Gavin is showing me retro games, stuff that we were playing ten years ago! Shocking! He loved the 'retro' look and movability of the characters. Me, I never played, so I am just basically stuck in a time warp. I always did like sliding down the snow hill on Mario . . . never really enjoyed picking out all the outfits on the SIMS.

I did find some really funny stuff on Spilsbury . . . your one stop shop for gag gifts galore! I admit to ordering one "butthead" game, a Velcro cloth helmet is put on by two players, and you throw balls at each others head. Ahhh, come on . . . and some "burp guns" that shoot foam/ping pong balls . . . and . . . well, I'll have to tell you more later!!!

Hmmm . . . I think my holiday spirit is kicking in!!

My one sided Christmas tree

2007-12-02T15:39:00.000-05:00

This is a popular email being sent around - I really like it. It comes in the shape of a Christmas tree, but after messing around with blogger for a while and not being able to get it back to its original shape, I decided I like it this way just as well. If anybody has any other suggestions for getting in the holiday spirit, I would love to hear them. I'm feeling a bit out of sorts and could use a little inspiration.

This
Christmas
Mend a quarrel~
Seek out a forgotten
Friend~Dismiss suspicion &
Replace it with trust~Write a Love
Letter~Share some treasure~Give a soft
Answer~Encourage youth~Manifest your loy-
alty in word and deed~Keep a promise~Find the
time~Forgo a grudge~Forgive an enemy~Listen~Apo-
logize if you were wrong~Try to understand~Flout envy~
Examine your demands on others~Think first of someone else~
Appreciate~Be kind, be gentle~Laugh a little~Laugh a little more~
Deserve confidence~Take up arms against malice~Decry complacency~
Express your gratitude~Go to church~Welcome a stranger~Gladden the heart
of a child~Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth~Speak your love~
Speak it again~
Speak it still
Again.
Author Unknown

Seven

2007-11-27T20:58:00.000-05:00

Seven is an interesting number . . . apparently there are . . . seven chakras . . . seven Catholic sacraments . . . even seven deadly sins. Now, I will share with you, seven weird/random facts about me (and I do this on a truth or dare, aka being tagged).

1. I was hit by a car when I was two and was in a coma for 4 days ('splains alot)

2. I was hit by a car again when I was 19 but managed to jump to safety (woo hoo!)

3. I organized my entire high school track team of 50+ girls to hide from the coach on April Fools Day. It took us 1.5 hours to get back, and we still had to run the practice. Ahhhhh, they took it in stride (no pun intended)

4. When I was in college I was in a special freshman program in engineering. We were able to participate in an independent project, and my friend and I picked "Jupiter listening post." We built this giant antennae out of pipe, hooked it up on the roof of the Technological Institute, and had to try to listen to radio waves at 3 am in the winter of 1979. It didn't work. And I'm not kidding that I did that.

5. Two toys I lusted after that I never had: my friend's easy bake oven and my brother's chemistry set. I ended up graduating in materials science in college, taking about 10 graduate level chemistry classes (still don't like chemistry that much) but I love to cook! Hmmmmm . . . . note to self: not all things our children want, we should give them . . .

I only have two left. Thought to self: what are the really important things that I should share. Second thought to self: who cares?

6. I drink alot! I especially like Italian white wine. In fact, I don't really drink anything else. I had one beer in Italy. Other than that . . . Italian white. Plus one lovely glass of a Sardinian dessert wine . . . amazing, full of funky digestif herbs. Yummy!

and . . . #7. Two tattoos: dragonfly on the shoulder and phoenix on the lower back. What's next?

Where does fall end?

2007-11-25T17:15:00.000-05:00

What I mean is, does anyone know where the 'actual' boundary is between the deciduous plants whose leaves turn fall colors and eventually drop and the tropical plants who make it greenily through four seasons? Probably not a sharp line of demarcation, but a gentle infusion of both plants on both sides until they just don't survive past their zone. I know the hardiness plant zones 9 - 10 are considered tropical, and they start up in northern Florida, southern Texas, and Mexico. So maybe I just answered my own question. But I still wonder if you can see it, from like a salletile map, the colors changing and then turning into the dull brown and evergreen that is left for winter next to a bright green of tropical mesh heading southward.

Well, I didn't get too far on the maps. . . so I guess zones that rule out deciduous plants due to heat intolerance miss out on the fall color. Someone should invent a deciduous tropical plant, I guess. Here's some more info on fall colors . . . so pretty.

http://www.wchstv.com/newsroom/wx/fallcolorfaq.shtml

Here in north Atlanta we still have very pretty color, our trees holding onto most of the leaves until just recently when we (finally) got some rain. OK, is it a bad thing when you talk about the weather on your blog (running out of things to say?).

Thanksgiving on the Fly

2007-11-21T09:16:00.000-05:00

Hey - how about this- you can get a complete T-giving meal for 6, turkey, ham, and all the fixins', at Cracker Barrel for $49.99. I just ordered two! I can make a couple pies and be done with the whole thing! Now my only decision . . . pinot noir or beaujolais . . .

And when I'm there I can pick up everybody's Christmas gift. Kewl!!!

One Word

2007-11-21T09:00:00.000-05:00

I received one of those emails that you have to send back to the sender, but this one was really fun. Actually, it was heartwarming. The basic idea is to describe the person in one word, not necessarily an easy task. I received a lot of great words! (Don't know if I agree with them all, but they certainly are flattering . . . I think . . .) Here they are:
1. free-spirited
2. exotic
3. dream-maker
4. rare
5. adventuresome
6. giving (twice)
7. FUNKY!
8. beautiful
9. friend
10. tenacious
11. vivacious
12. funny
13. creativ-ique
14. priceless

and for my favorite: funkadelic!!!!

Tribute to Jon Hunt

2007-11-18T19:49:00.000-05:00

My friend, Jon, died exactly one month ago. I knew him when we worked together at the IBM chip facility in East Fishkill, NY. His ex-wife, RoseMarie, got in touch with me to let me know what happened. RoseMarie was a good friend to me as well, and we enjoyed many fun times together when I lived there. They endured my changing relationships, from husband, to boyfriend, to new husband, and were always supportive and accepting!

Jon was a Vietnam Vet . . . a devoted father and son . . . and a good friend to everyone that he met. He was one of the most genuinely kind, funny, and intelligent persons (OK, the grammar doesn't sound right . . . help!) that I have ever known.

I haven't seen him for 20 years but I still feel the connection. I know that somewhere I have a picture of him with his big goofy grin, but I can't locate it right now, so you will just have to take my word for it. His heart was enormous!

I remember when I transferred into IBM marketing, the Chicago office, he and Ro came to visit, and I gave him a quick tour of the office, introducing him as my 'best friend from work.' He really was. He was so much fun. I will never forget him.

She is grieving, still, as is their son, Rick. Please say a prayer for them. He will not be forgotten, he is so alive.

Blessings

2007-11-18T19:44:00.000-05:00

I believe that I have been blessed with friendships; to be included in someone's life dream; to be trusted to act in their best interests. Assisting them does not seem like work, it seems fun! Do you think they realize that?

In any case, only good comes from good. So . . . blessings to you, my dear friends. Namaste.

Transformation of Space

2007-11-16T17:31:00.000-05:00

Since I've returned from Italy and Cleveland :-), I've been a bit busy, helping my friend Nava (Manrisa) Alkalay open her new massage therapy and wellness center: Nava Sen Spa. Sen is the Thai name for energy meridians, similar to Chi in Chinese. Nava is her given name; she converted from Buddhism to Judaism to marry her husband, Ronnie. She was born in Phuket, Thailand; moved to NYC to operate her family's gem business, and later to Atlanta after she married Ronnie. Luckily, our friend Sharon who is an exec for a major Atlanta ad agency has provided the decorating, graphic designers, photographers, writers, and print work/signage gratis and it is phenomenal!! Now all she needs are clients. . .

Check out this room - wish you could be here for the grand opening this Sunday. I can't wait for my first Thai Yoga massage . . . I've never had one!

This is Steve and me! And Sue and Nava, crushing us with the herbal balls . . . more on that later. We're famous!!! At least we made the cut for the brochure . . . :-)

Around the world in . . . no time, actually!

2007-11-12T17:57:00.001-05:00

Yesterday my friend Nava took me to an Atlanta Thai Buddhist Center to celebrate the Kathina Robe Offering Ceremony. Many times we had talked about going to meditate, but this was very special. She was so convincing that both John and Gavin had to accompany us! We were to wear all white, so that we could be pure and accept the monk's blessing. We gave a donation, and both were asked to make a 'wish.' I am not sure what Nava wished for, but mine was easy.

I hope I get this right, but Kathina is the frame that is used to sew the monk's saffron robes. This ceremony must always take place within the month following the rainy season. The history behind this: 30 monks were on their way to meet Lord Buddha, and got caught in the rains. Their robes were muddied and ruined. Lord Buddha granted them a grace period to get new saffron robes, known as Kathina, which must take place one month after the Buddhist 'lent' period.

http://www.dhammakaya.or.th/events/501104_kathina.php

I can't help but think of Hurricane Katrina . . . probably just a coincidence.

Water does not make for clean clothes, or anything else! But certainly, the rainy season in Thailand is a fact of life . . . and is expected, prepared for.

The Atlanta Center had a beautiful day for the event; yummy Thai food was served outside in tents. The boys enjoyed the headphones that translated (at one point, Gavin shouted out to the entire crowd: "It's working!!!!!!" Everyone laughed).

I felt so blessed to be included and to have a friend that would introduce me to this special celebration.

สวัสดี ค่ะ

http://www.thai-language.com/audio/P200187.wav

The Atlanta center, which is the Georgia Meditation Center, doesn't have a good web site, so if you want to view more, check out the Thai site that has many international affiliates.

http://www.dhammakaya.or.th/index.php

Is there anybody alive out there?

2007-11-06T13:06:00.001-05:00

THAT WAS FUN!!!!!!

Read the Rolling Stone article (click on Bruce!):

Thanks to Loren and Sylvia, our gracious hosts . . . it was so great to see you again!

Magic

2007-11-03T19:10:00.000-04:00

Going to see the Boss in Cleveland tomorrow, bright and early. In the meantime, his 'magic' has worked its spell on me(thank you to Allyn for my bootlegged copy), and I finally am making an effort to upload some of our photos from Italy. (Message to self: set the resolution on the camera to low so that major edits are not required for uploading photos online . . .)

I have uploaded photos to web sites but can't find a way to post access here . . . I will figure it out!!!

http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=suzengarden&P=C687&SID=182051&Show=Y

Ciao!

Suzanne

Blog webs

2007-11-01T18:51:00.000-04:00

My blog has cobwebs . . . no one (me) posted!!!

I am struggling to deal with reality since my trip to Italy. It felt unreal. I haven't yet posted the photos. It was too indulgent a trip. I can no longer function in the real world.

Wishing you fond farewell

2007-10-07T16:17:00.000-04:00

I haven't been much of a blogger . . . lacking inspiration, I do my best when I borrow other's ideas and words. But I am off on a whirlwind trip to Italy, sans kids, and hope that there will be all sorts of interesting things to share regarding travel. Still feel blessed to have you all in my life, wishing I could bring you all along. But wait . . .maybe I can! I guess it depends on whether I can get email going in Italy. Who knows? Ciao, babe!

Posting my own comments

2007-10-03T20:55:00.000-04:00

I have never received so many immediate responses on an email, so I will share:

Thanks. A universal prayer to enrich and comfort anyone. Who doesn't need a prayer? C.

Thank you. C.R.

Thanks - I needed that. M.

Wow! Susan, this is wonderful! Thanks for including me!! Hope your year (and the boys' year) is going well! Tritt misses you - but has lots and lots of fond memories! L.

Thank you Susan! I have been very sad lately and crying a lot and this helped my day today.
You are a great friend and one of my best friends!
Love,
A.

Thanks Susan. I needed that today! :-)
A.

Hi Susan,
Thanks - that was beautiful. I wish we were in a place where our time was more open to scheduling something. Perhaps when we send our children to college, we can do the southerly thing and sit around sipping our Mint Julips!
I think of you fondly and often.
--D.

How did you know I needed that right now? Tough day all around. Can't wait for this day to be over. Pray for me! G.

I betcha more come soon . . . I am praying for you . . . as I know you are praying for me.

I still think you should play this video . . I just love it! It will cheer you (even tho it is a bit strange . . . that's a good thing!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PywIWLGYj2o

Prayers

2007-10-03T20:21:00.000-04:00

I do not like chain letters; yet, from time to time I am compelled to send out (as well as edit) a chain letter that I am sent. I was amazed to receive 10 responses within minutes from this one (again, I removed insistence that it must be sent to x number of people within x number of minutes, and now I am a convert that some of us need connection from time to time):

OK, I changed this a bit . . . but I do believe in the power of prayer . . . perhaps this finds you in need of comfort, so know that I am thinking of you! If you want to pass this along as a chain . . . feel free to do so! No pressure on my part.

May everyone who receives this message be blessed. REMEMBER to pray. That's all you have to do... There is nothing attached. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of reward. Make sure you pray, and pray believing that God will answer. May today be all that you need it to be today. May the peace of God rest in your thoughts, rule in your dreams tonight and conquer all your fears. May God manifest himself today in ways that you have never experienced. May your joys be fulfilled, your dreams be closer and your prayers be answered. I pray that faith enters a new height for you; I pray that your territory is enlarged and I pray that you step into your destiny within your ministry. I pray for peace, health, happiness and true and undying love for God.

And, I shall add:
Amen! Shalom! and gunga la gunnga (Caddyshack (tm) interpretation ...)

And I will take this opportunity to straighten out any misconceptions on the dialogue from that movie- here it is (and all the men who read this blog will absolutely love this, girls, bear with me):

So I jump ship in Hong Kongand make my way over to Tibet... ...and I get on as a looper at a coursein the Himalayas. A looper? A looper. You know, a caddy, a looper... ...a jock. So I tell them I'm a pro jockand who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. The th son of the Lama. With flowing robes, grace, bald, striking. I'm on the first tee with him.I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one.Big hitter, the Lama. Long! Into a foot creviceright at the base of this glacier! Do you know what the Lama says? "Gunga galunga. Gunga gunga da gunga." So we finish and he's going to stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama! "How about a little something,you know, for the effort?" And he says, "There won't be any money... "...but when you die, on your deathbed... "...you will receive total consciousness." So I've got that going for me...which is nice.

Hilarious Dog Breeds

2007-09-26T20:24:00.001-04:00

I think I posted about "Lamb chop", a pookimo, aka eskipoo, mixed breed between an Eskimo and a poodle, who was up for adoption. My dental hygienist was telling me about her "cha-weiner," a cross between a Chiuauau and a dachshund. Here's a site that names everything crossed with a poodle, which is considered a 'designer' breed because poodles are 1) smart and 2) non-shedding.

http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/poodlemix.htm

Yes, Virginia, there really is a Rattle, a Rottle, and a Saint Berdoodle.

I can't really complain, owning a "WOW" (Wheaten Terrier/Chow) and a "Schnottie" (Scottie/Schnauzer) myself. Or should that be a Cheaten Terror (no pun intended) or Schnottish Terrior. OK, doesn't Gidget remind you of Donkey from Shrek???

It's all good, we love our doggies, and who says purebred is better than fun-bred??? Send me your mixed breed names and pics!!

One other thing

2007-09-23T20:28:00.000-04:00

For those of you who are working with humanity . . . in case you think your work is not progressing your customer or client . . . please trust me, from personal experience, if your client/customer is coming back and is motivated, you are doing them a huge service. You will have to look for the micro progress, be patient, or just be happy that they are not regressing. You have no idea what a service you are providing. All lives are worth living. luv ya, suzen

Were you truly listening

2007-09-23T20:16:00.000-04:00

In case this was buried in my very excited monologue about the Crowded House Concert, please watch the Pete Yorn video. I still haven't purchased his CDs but am excited to do so!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PywIWLGYj2o

ta for now and please check out the master bath remodel saga with Crowded House audio. Think how good it will be when we get finished!!!

luv ya!

Georgia Wildlife

2007-09-21T19:18:00.000-04:00

I was walking through my neighborhood with my friend Sue, when we spotted the infamous "East Cobb Crane." This little fella (or gal) is responsible for the demise of many a crop of koi all across our small mini ponds. (I don't have that problem as I have big dog and little dog). Many mornings I hear the cry of a small child - but, no: is that an owl? And I always view hawks circling. If you have never observed the 'birds of prey' demo at Calloway Gardens, or anywhere else, you must!

Buddy and Sheila, circling dragonflies . . . blue-tailed skinks . . .chipmunks, raccoons, opossums, squirrels, everywhere . . . scorpions are native . . . have never seen them but my exterminator did. Better him than me! La Cucarahca! La Cucaracha! Comes with the territory.

The neighborhood one over has had problems with timberwolves, apparently eating family pets. In winter you can smell the pine, and always something burning. I feel very close to nature here in Georgia, as it grows into every crack and crevice and frequently right into my house!

But wait - in the prairies of Illinois I also remember: red winged blackbirds, who would swoop down on unsuspecting runners and attack . . . once an owl came to live on top of my grandparent's home . . . and lots of bunnies, of course. It is there, wherever you look, wherever you live! Enjoy!

The Invisible Woman

2007-09-18T15:39:00.000-04:00

My friend H sent me this recently as an email; it is long, so I am going to send you to this link. It is an excerpt from a book by Nicole Johnson called The Invisible Woman. I think we have all felt this way from time to time. From my perspective, it is about the typical condition of being taken for granted by your husband and kids; with the knowledge that you have to give yourself credit for what you do - building families - building cathedrals - you will be gone and your dedicated work will still exist. God still sees you.

http://www.parenthood.com/articles.html?article_id=10240

I need to take another stand. First of all, I do what I do because I am self motivated, not selfless. I believe in the connection of all souls. Plus, I am fairly sure that I am not invisible. As much as I try to sneak away, my children and husband still find me. "Mom, where are you?????!! I'm hungry! Can you help me with my homework?" Teachers and schools still frequently call me, grab me in the hallway, etc. I have disguised myself with hats, pink hair, pink glasses, funky clothes, tattoos, but to no avail. They still see me!!! My kids are frequently embarrassed by me, so not only do they see me, so do their friends!!!

OK, I'm being silly. But when I read this from Klaus, Stephen's cousin from Denmark, I was really touched!!! He always has insight and inspiration . . . an amazing master of the English language ! I have cut and pasted his words so often into my blog that I think that I am in danger of copyright infringement . . .

Hi Susan

I read the story about the invisible woman.

At first I agreed. No one will build cathedrals like they once did. The total devotion and perhaps sacrifice for something you will never see finished. At first I was like her friend, wanting to give away books too. The story brought immediate comfort.

But then ..... No ....
No one deserves to be invisible...
No one deserves to be taken for granted...
No one is supposed to be invisible serving waiters living on theknowledge that God knows the struggle you've seen...

I thought that the first steps in the process of liberation of all mankind were taken by persons like George Washington and Abraham Lincoln and has continued ever since.

Everybody deserves to be visible.
Everybody deserves to be needed.
Everybody deserves to be loved and recognised for what they are doing.

Kids are meant to take their moms hand as it is a safe, warm and goodguiding hand.Graduates are meant to bring home their friends for Thanks giving, to show where they learned to cook so great. Perhaps a household needs a lot of domestic jobs to be done. These jobs are just as important as the ones outside.

My stand is that: No women are supposed to be sent back to the kitchen to follow the path of their mothers as their mothers before them. No women deserve to be kept in their place by comforting stories about building cathedrals.

It is a sad situation, if what we have to grasp for, is a story that tells you that god knows.

You are not supposed to be taken for granted. I don't take you for granted. I don't think you are invisible. The work you are doing is as important as building cathedrals, going to school or manage big companies.

I am convinced that both your boys and Stephen recognise the work you do.
Klaus

We all need a cousin Klaus . . . he is a gift, and his wife Susanne, too!

I love, therefore I am

2007-09-17T12:22:00.000-04:00

When I wake up and join the "middle of the night club," which happens now most every night, I think about what I love. I start with my bed, because it is indeed big and comfy. I love (not in any particular order) . . . my bed; my pink hair and glasses; my jacuzzi; my circle of friends; my pilates classes; my kids; my family; my husband; the glimpse of fall weather the last two days; my tandem bike; my car; white Italian wine; my washer and dryer (vroom, vroom); my new hat; my screened porch;my memories; my phoenix t-shirt; clogs of any kind; my tattoos; my wedding ring; my blue sapphire cupid pin;my "Love is Hell" coffee cup;the artisan wind chime that my sister sent me (although it is never windy enough here!); my herb garden; everything my kids have made, excluding messes; my fake designer handbags; my real Bottega Veneta clutch; my fake nails; my scars; my freedom; and that's about it. Kidding!!!

Weekends are for fun

2007-09-16T16:20:00.001-04:00

Yesterday, we participated with our middle school in the annual East Cobber parade, a low-key hometown parade where there are more paraders than spectators. Gavin rode a scooter and Cameron brought his skateboard. Highlight of the entire event was all the roadkill candy that the boys acquired while narrowly missing being hit by cops on motorcycles zipping up and down the sidelines. Twice Cameron hit a piece of smashed candy or a rut in the pavement, causing him to catapult his skateboard under the car in front of us. After about two hours of waiting and parading, they got bored and started doing what they referred to as "tricks, " zooming back and forth underneath the banner we were carrying and nearly into the crowd. All this in front of the principal of our middle school and teacher of the year (and the hundreds of spectators). I WAS SO PROUD!!!! After downing hot dogs and soft drinks and playing a carnival game, we caught a complimentary ride on the Fur Bus back to our car!

They weren't really tired . . . just faking! After returning home, Gavin purged all that he had eaten - just too much of a good time, I guess. A fond memory of childhood.

Today we went on a very short bike ride, where I think I saw Gavin's dramatic side even more:

Hope you had a great weekend!

Hey now

2007-09-13T19:31:00.000-04:00

Went to the Crowded House concert at the Tabernacle last night. Enjoy: blurry phone pics. A few things . . .

Firstly, Liam Finn opened . . . according to a misinformed man next to me, he was a roadie. But truthfully, he was Neil's eldest son. He sounded like a Finn, even though he didn't look like Neil. He used a looping effects pedal- trust me, I didn't know what it was until I checked out his site - he was a one man band, it was amazing!!!!! He played guitar, recorded, sang, drums, etc. Awesome!

http://www.liamfinn.tv/flash.html

Next was Pete Yorn, again, the chatty man was here to listen to him, not CH. He's hot!!! (Pete Yorn, not the chatty man!) (imagine Paris Hilton voice). listen: click here- and there are many more:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PywIWLGYj2o

Time for the big boyz . . . and it was fabulous.

I love this song . . . and so many more . . . Fall at your feet - Neil, now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq-kGfhg-i0&mode=related&search=

And last but not least . . . check out the entire family doing a Split Enz song: Neil, Tim Elroy (drums) and Liam - its a family affair!!!! I got you!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVxxgowFpAs&mode=related&search=

Return to the roots: my very favorite Split Enz song - Message to My Girl:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mG0LVRSx5Ng

luv ya!

Inspiration

2007-09-10T18:08:00.000-04:00

It comes when you need it. How about this, doesn't it just send chills up your spine:

From Kevin Enners, age 13, who just completed his first Rock n Roll Marathon:

My Dad and I finished the Virginia Beach 1/2 Marathon and we beat our fund raising goal, raising the second most of the entire team - thanks to your help!

Here are a few pictures of the race. It was a blast - really fun and exciting. I finally got to meet Rick Hoyt - I'm sitting next to him in the group picture.

The Hoyt's made us feel like VIP's. The night before the race, the Hoyt's gave us a pasta party. On race day morning, we were able to wait for the start of the race in the VIP area with all the world-class runners. After the race, the Hoyt's had a tent on the beach where we were able to relax with the rest of the Hoyt team. They gave me a Team Hoyt racing singlet and jacket - they're awesome! Saturday night, we went to a concert on the beach and saw The Steve Miller band - they were great!

We started the race right up front behind the elite wheelchair athletes - look close at the two start-of-the-race pictures - you can see me in my big silver bike. The crowds cheered us on and the other runners cheered us on also. It was a lot of fun and we plan to do it again next year!

Thank you for contributing to the Hoyt Fund!

Kevin

You have to also say, Dad rocks!!!! Go, Dad!!! Trust me, Mom behind the scene rocks too.

Stolen moments

2007-09-01T16:41:00.001-04:00

Actually, I have stolen words from a recent email from a dear friend, just cause it made me laugh out loud. Thanks, H:

"I'm sorry you're bored--me too. How can we be this busy and be so bored? I'm exhausted and bored at the same time. I'm "exhored". . . .

In closing, I say this: I still believe that it is true that we are hot, smart, creative, hilarious, compassionate, amazing women, who are dangling just this side of sanity--but with a helluva lot of style. Double snaps to you, soul sister. Holler anytime this week-end if you need a pick-me-up. I may be developing an upper respiratory infection of some sort, which is depriving me of much-needed oxygen to my brain, but I've got my groove back! Peace, out. H"

Better to be exhored than an ex-whore, I always say!!! I also tell my kids that things aren't boring, people are . . . . so what does that make me!! A hippie-o-crit!

Where in the world is Susan Kay Rae?

2007-08-31T17:24:00.000-04:00

It's not that my blog has lost its appeal (or could it be that no one reads it, so I am just really writing for myself anyway), but I can't think of anything at all to share with you. I personally think that aliens have sucked the brains out of my head and that I am just an empty, shallow shell of the person that I used to be. Yes, you agree?

Until I can find myself, again, enjoy this:

http://rememberingwholeness.com/tuttle.html

luv ya!

Klaus loves Susanne

2007-08-24T07:50:00.001-04:00

Klaus is Steve's cousin and lives in Denmark. He recently sent me this email. He often inspires me with his words and he has an amazing understanding of the English language. (When he says he was paced by a moped, both he and his wife ride bikes to work in Copenhagen, approximately 15 miles each way. Did I mention that they are both very fit! :-). I hope this inspires you as well, and I hope you have someone that loves you so much that they remember exactly when you met . . .

It's a wonderful world. And today is a wonderful day. Today (Or rather at 22:08) 25 years ago Susanne and I met for the first time. And the world has never been the same since. To me it is still a question which I cannot answer. What is it, that makes Susanne able to so totally and absolute able to be just what I have been looking for? From a distance she is not the most beautiful girl I have seen, she is not the most intelligent, her taste of clothes has a lot to desire.....There are so many things with a lot of room for improvement..... from a distance.

But then.... when I get closer... It all smears away and I am just a lump of clay in her hands unable to see anything but her blue/grey eyes, feel the softness of her hair.... It is as if nothing else matters. What a wonderful world, what a wonderful day. If everybody could have just a little of the same happiness... On my way to work the wind was in my back, the sun was shining and I was paced by a moped for at least 5km. When I opened my mailbox a message from Susanne popped up.

All of my love to you and Stephen.

The Beautiful Quiet

2007-08-24T07:46:00.000-04:00

It is 7:45 am on a Friday morning. Steve is in his office working; John and I have enjoyed 40 minutes of alone time and banter, and he has just left for the bus. Cameron and Gavin are snoozing and in 5 minutes I will wake them up so that they, too, can repeat the process and head off to school. The dogs have been out and have been crated. I almost don't want to make any move at all, as I enjoy my coffee and the beautiful quiet. It is meditation, mommy-style.

Dog Intelligence Test

2007-08-22T20:55:00.000-04:00

We enjoy doing this recreational activity with our dogs. We give them the pistachio nuts that are really difficult to open, just a bit too tight to risk losing a fingernail over. Cee-cee, the WOW (wheaten terrier/chow mix) immediately figured out how to open it, spit out the shell, and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Gidget, the schnottie (scottie/schnauzer mix) still can't figure it out. Who has to open pistachio nuts for their mutt? I rest my case.

Swimming with the fishes

2007-08-15T20:16:00.000-04:00

Today I enjoyed a bath with a new insect friend. He was lurking in the drain, Mr. Silverfish. Boy, did I hop out of there fast. What is it about the end of summer that brings West Nile viral mosquitoes, silverfish, and massive cockroaches indoors? Just a night ago during a trip to the commode I looked down - and mind you - I can't see much without my glasses - saw a 3 inch La Cucaracha waddling into my water closet. Speedy I was, leaping to safety. Then he made his big mistake - he followed me. I screamed. Steve asked "do you need me in there?" Crunch. No comment. I am a believer in the right to live - I don't demolish insects that help out in other ways, like spiders. But aggressive or bloodsucking (or ugly - sorry) insects have to go!

Why I am writing about insects? Clearly some time has been freed up since the kiddies went back to school. Do I miss them, do I pine away? No. I am with them so much I have accumulated time credits. I am enjoying their return to school and later, discussions about their day. I am basking in the time spent apart (makes the heart grow fonder!). I am discovering the fact that the house doesn't get dirty when I turn around - the mystery is solved. The doggies get so excited, they have already learned the new bus routes and bark when the big yellow monster rumbles down the street. School starts. Moms return to the YMCA to work out. Traffic comes to a standstill, lagging behind school busses. It's still hot but we start yearning for sweaters and fall fashions. It's a new year, American scholastic style. Life goes on.

Better Ways to fight the Common Cold

2007-08-14T18:31:00.000-04:00

Airborne is a combination of vitamins and herbs intended to prevent and shorten the duration of common illnesses like colds and flus. I have recently used it and it is amazingly effective! However, I was speaking about it to the clinic nurse at our middle school, and she mentioned that she heard it could cause liver damage, as well as damage to the esophagus. I did a quick search and found that it is the high dose of Vitamin A, as well as some other vitamins, that could be suspect. According to the experts at the company that make Aireborne, no damage should occur if you are taking it as recommended - less than five doses a day for a short duration. I will refer you to http://purplekangaroopuzzle.blogspot.com/2006/01/airborne-cold-remedy-helpful-dangerous.html to get the details.

Here's a more opinionated viewpoint - Ken Savage - who states: " Basically Airborne is trying to slowly poison America. " He recommends an old-fashioned remedy, the "hot totty," (we called them hot toddies). Good point, Ken: "Sure this contains alcohol but if your cold remedy is going to give you liver disease, why not at least catch a buzz from it?" Definitely an option!
http://www.kensavage.com/index.php/archives/best-cold-medicine-side-effects/

Be a Co-Survivor

2007-08-10T14:55:00.000-04:00

The Susan G. Komen breast cancer awareness web site has tremendous information, support, and resources for all those affected by a diagnosis of breast cancer. While I am a cancer survivor myself, I have only been a remote supporter for friends of friends. I feel the time has come to do more than cash donations and pink fund-raising hair extensions. One very simple way to be supportive is to join a co-survivor group. Co-survivors help out where needed in many ways, including making meals, phone calls, driving to appointments, running errands, helping with household needs, and so on. You can be a friend, co-worker, neighbor, or perhaps a friend of a friend. For more information, visit http://cms.komen.org/komen/AboutBreastCancer/Support/Co-Survivor/index.htm

Please let me know if you should ever need my help.

Separated at birth - missing triplet located!!!

2007-08-06T18:53:00.000-04:00

I think last night's John From Cincinnati was a bit of a downer . . . nothing was resolved and we were all left hanging. So, to amuse ourselves, I offer you this: a freaky-deaky coincidence. Check this out: Garrett Dillahunt, who plays Dr. Smith, looks amazingly like my sister's ex . . . as well as his identical twin! Freaky!!

Garden detox

2007-08-05T11:00:00.000-04:00

Dr. Andrew Weil recommends daily saunas for system detox. Who needs a sauna when we have summer in Georgia? An easy way to accomplish a deep sweat is to pull weeds after 10 a.m.

Especially invasive is grass, growing from the lawn into the garden beds. Isn't it amazing how we water, fertilize, cut, and groom our lawns and then must rip it out everywhere else? I could spray it (carefully) with weed killer, which is like chemo - it kills everything it touches. But when it is too close to living things that need to be retained . . .I prefer the alternative garden medicine of hand pulling. Getting in close, you see all sorts of amazing things.

Besides Jeremiah, my big fat bullfrog who "bau, bau, bau's" day and night, truly the masters of my backyard pond universe are Buddy and Sheila, my two dragonflies. Buddy prefers the pitcher plant, shown here. Sheila is too shy to get her photo taken. Click on the photo to get a closeup of this magnificent being.

Since my garden detox, I have showered and now am re-writing this post. I have on an Arbonne facial mask, my "Motherhood is not for sissies" T-shirt, and my pink "Bad ass (coffee)" shorts. Life is good.

Letter to my son

2007-08-03T19:33:00.000-04:00

Please let me recreate a letter very recently received, written to my son by a very dear friend, Ruth Ultmann,whose late husband, Dr. John Ultmann, was both a friend and business associate of my husband. Dr. Ultmann was the Director of the Cancer Research Center at the University of Chicago. He was also the teacher of my doctor, Dr. Leo Gordon, from Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Please know, that I feel like a celebrity every time I receive a letter from Ruth Ultmann. Except for the fact that they were the most real, down to earth people that you could ever meet. So it is more like family, really.

Here is the handwritten note from Ruth:

Dear John,

To-day I came across all 3 sections of "your" poems written by John, and hasten to send it to you, remembering your nice letter last Xmas.

Hope you have had a good year, and that all of you are AOK!!

With all my love and very best to all of you,

Very sincerely,

Ruth

John was born 10/30/92 (same day as my dad), so these poems were written about a week later.

I believe this was the first haiku:

Dark Clouds: storms roar,
the tree bent, but did not break,
Calm weather, sunshine
the sapling sprouts.

John E. Ultmann
Chicago, 11/7/92

Haiku #2:
The storm has passed
as have dark clouds.
Calmness prevails,
A lusty cry from John Gordon
Happiness!

John E. Ultmann
Chicago 11/7/92

And a conventional verse:

John Gordon Rae

October 30, 1992 was a special day,
it marked the arrival of John Gordon Rae
Checking in at 08:34 with a lusty cry,
John was ready to go, yes even fly!
He weighed 8 lbs 5 1/2 ounces, even:
and was appreciated by Susan and Stephen.
Considering all that's happened the lat 2 1/2 years,
This happy birth resulted in many cheers.
Good health, long life to John we all proclaim
and to Susan and Raes we wish the same.

Dr. John E. Ultmann
Chicago November 8, 1992

Learn more about Dr. Ultmann:

http://www.uchospitals.edu/news/2000/20001024-ultmann.html

I can't stop

2007-08-03T19:01:00.000-04:00

OK, I admit, I am more than obsessed with the new HBO series: John from Cincinatti. I am actually learning new skills (I think). It is starting to crop up in my everyday converstations with everyone I interact with. For instance, I mentioned this to my husband, who is starting a new business, as a case for conversational marketing, based on what HBO has done with blogs, videos, web sites, etc., many for marketing purposes but also, many from fans that love the show.

I also mentioned it to my pilates trainer, who is also expanding her business. This is what you must do should you want to explode your business!

I have started to read more, and I am still having difficulty sifting through the vast amount of information (1's and 0's - thank you, John).

But. man! is this full of dialogue that every red-blooded male will surely repeat!!! (Ladies, they love to memorize lines from movies, dontcha know! Don't they all know the lines from Caddyshack? "But I got that going for me . . . which is niceshshshsh !(sp)"

OK, something I picked up from the Episode Guide: Shaunie comments, "The pigs got Grandma." Now, don't you want to watch that with your kin?

http://www.hbo.com/johnfromcincinnati/episodes/season1/episode1.html

The heart in my stone

2007-07-31T17:48:00.001-04:00

Steve surprised with a new diamond last year for Christmas. Our good friend Ronnie who is a jeweler helped us with the setting, and I had a new ring in a few weeks. On Valentine's Day, I had a big surprise! I noticed that I could see the shadow of a heart, and if I tipped the ring, it would move from quadrant to quadrant, as the cut is symmetrical. I could not capture it in a photo. So we popped over to see Ronnie, and he had not seen the shadow before, either. There are some diamonds on the market - hearts afire - but this is not one of them. It is not a flaw in the diamond. Ronnie was able to capture it; you may have to click on the image to see it. (Btw, did you notice that my ring has balls! It's a tough cookie!)

Strangely, at times, the heart will disappear. It seems to act like a barometer. Currently, the heart is not visible, although I believe that it is waiting patiently below the surface to reappear. I have tried cleaning the ring to no avail. I thought it was perhaps my aging eyesight, so I asked my children if they could see it anymore and they could not. I don't think I control this heart in my stone anymore than I can control my own heart. It just seems to know what it wants.

My sister taught me to drive

2007-07-29T17:20:00.001-04:00

My sister, four years my junior, taught me to drive a 5-speed stick shift. I had to learn how to drive it in a week because I needed to get to a job 250 miles away in Gary, Indiana. I was 20 years old at the time, and she was 16.

Believe me, she was not the first who tried. I think my dad tried first doing the grind maneuver before he jumped ship. I do remember my mother, who really had a tough time biting her tongue. I think even my brother gave me a few tips. Truly, it was painful.

No, it was my sister, who knew nothing about stick shifts, who taught me to drive. She just sat in the passenger seat, smiling, changing the radio station, and I think, smoking cigarettes. (Forgive me if I am remembering another time . . .) I don't believe she had much to say about the lurching and stalling. She was very supportive! She could care less. I enjoyed her company. I learned to drive, and even when I left flat Illinois and (almost) stalled sitting at a stop light at the top of the hill, I made it to Indiana and my job without a hitch.

Thanks, Val.

I am going to have to remember how to teach silently when the time comes with my own. Sometimes you just need to be there.

New Blog

2007-07-27T19:00:00.001-04:00

Ken has a new blog!!! Ken has a new blog!! You are invited to post on his blog . . . you may have been sent an invitation, so please respond. Unfortunately, Ken walked out on me (or, more accurately, drove his VW bug) and I neglected to take any pictures of him, his easter bunny suit, etc. So comment and post away!!! He needs some immediate attention or I'm afraid he will be done with us for good. Find out how easy it is to blog - go for it!!

http://ken4everbirthdaytreat.blogspot.com/

I'm coming clean

2007-07-25T18:14:00.001-04:00

I'm addicted . . . to John from Cincinnati . . . I watch it repeatedly. I love all the characters. The little surfer dude reminds me of Cameron. I totally identify with the porn star mom. (kidding!!! puhleeze!!!) But who knew that HBO would create every possible media marketing channel known to man? One thing I keep getting, loud and clear, is that when you get older, you don't keep up. I'm trying! I'm trying!!! I commit myself to trying to remain technically astute. ahem. Here are just a few of the blogs, you tubes, fake web sites, etc. that they have created to inspire interest in their new series. (I'm good but if you kill off Shaunie, I'm done. I can take anything on the sopranos but I couldn't take that.)

John from Cincinatti HBO Official web site: Cast and Crew (trivia: Dr. Michael Smith looks exactly like my sister's ex-husband Peter Barnes. Freaky!!!!!)

http://www.hbo.com/johnfromcincinnati/cast/

Here is the fake Yost Clan Web site that the character Dwayne hosts - even better, he stopped posting last September = it must be real!!!:

http://yostclan.com/site/index.htm

You tube: just search on JFC; here's one you shall surely enjoy with stills from the series:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEAQZOZd-5o&NR=1

Please also enjoy the Opening Credits (Johnny Appleseed song). I have been begging for Steve to record this so that I can share with my non HBO friends. If he is uber-hubbie, I'm sure he will!! I'm sure you will enjoy "Crap Machines," "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph" (thanks Bill Jacks i.e. Ed O'Neill from "Married with Children" ), and many more.

Also, "Stinkweed", the (I think- but what do I know, I am a stayathome mom) fictional website-

http://stinkweedusa.com/home.aspx

I got my eye on U . . . .

Learning Curve

2007-07-22T18:44:00.000-04:00

A doctor told me once that not everyone can learn through another's experience. She gave the analogy of a pothole out in the parking lot. She said, "You might be able to just drive up and see the pothole; you would turn away and find a different way to pass." She explained further that not everyone could do that. Some would have to repeatedly drive up to the pothole, again and again, before changing a habit and going a different direction. And some would actually have to drop one wheel of their car into the pothole before realizing that it was, indeed, real! Worst case was the person that would have to sink the entire car into the pothole, again and again, getting hauled out by the tow truck. She said, unfortunately, that this person may never actually make a permanent change, being compelled to drive into the pothole - as if pulled by a magnet.

We hope we can save our children the trouble that we experienced by relaying personal experiences. But we will need to tap into their personal learning style if we are to make that connection. And we may not be able to help friends and family - or even ourselves - if this is not our learning style.

I like to think of myself as a person who learns from another's experience. But unfortunately, we are not all facing the same challenges. We are all on a separate path. I am sure that there are some potholes for me that I am compelled to test, again and again, to make sure that they are real, thus knowing that I am alive. They are just not the same potholes that you face; so I will try not to judge you (or your potholes) and just pray for you safe passage.

I want to rock 'n roll

2007-07-21T08:14:00.000-04:00

All night . . . O.K., 'til about 8 p.m. This year's Camp Jam experience was doubled - Gavin joined John, which didn't exactly make it pleasant for the counselors or the parent carpoolers due to excessive brotherly love. The grand finale of the week-long camp was of course the concert, which was much shorter than in years past. Yes, the Raes rocked, as did the Swints and the McKenzies and numerous other kids. And never did I see so many of the elderly in the audience. Go, grandma! Turn off the hearing aids and jam.

Click on the pics to watch the videos. (thanks to Stephen Mitchell Rae Video Editing Svs, LTD.)

For more info, click on the Camp Jam logo. They have programs for you closet rockers at This House Rocks on weekends as well.

Kevin Enners & the Hoyt Foundation

2007-07-16T09:32:00.000-04:00

Steve and I had just seen the most amazing story about Dick & Rick Hoyt . . . and now we find out that the Enners Team is racing to support this amazing duo and their foundation. How exciting and how amazing . . . please contribute, if only with a message of support, and be a part of their team. Take the time to watch this video about the Hoyt's and then view Kevin's video!!! (tip: grab box of kleenex now . . . ) (Plus, you can't see, but there is an amazing mom behind the scenes: Claudette!!! Trust me, she rocks . . . just like you do.)

P.S. You can donate today right from the blog! P.P.S. Check the comments for some of the feedback I am getting and post your own!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=9187482533183981137

A note from Claudette:

Hi all-

Rich and Kevin will be running the Virginia Beach Half-Marathon on Labor Day weekend with Dick and Rick Hoyt. Actually, Rich will be running and Kevin will be riding his bike. This will be their second half-marathon this year!

Although Kev has CP, he has competed in four 5K races this year, two of which he ran in his walker the entire 3.1 miles. He comes in last when he runs, but the crowd is so supportive and vocal, he wants to do it again and again. At each race, people have been inspired and, to an extent, educated as to his desire to participate like everyone else. For this reason, we are asking that you support Rich and Kevin's effort in raising $1,500 to be donated to the Hoyt Fund. Please click on the following link to read Kevin’s note about this event.

http://www.firstgiving.com/kevinenners

There are many tax-deductible, non-profit organizations that rely on donations to help find a cure for life-threatening diseases, help eliminate hunger, curb environmental issues and save animals. The Hoyt Fund's goal is to "integrate the physically challenged into everyday life ....... by actively helping the disabled to participate in activities that would otherwise be inaccessible to them."

We appreciate your support!

Claudette

blogworthy hubbie behavior

2007-07-15T08:00:00.000-04:00

It is on rare occasion that I can say I've been truly pampered. All joking aside and no more threats about posting stupid comments and embarassing moments. Mr. Steve packed the car last nite including the kids stuff, arose early this morning and made coffee and woke us all up, including mr. Nasty. So now I must eat my words but it is so worth it. On to home and dirty laundry, slobberry doggies and no more ocean swims ... Until next time.

cabana boys with big drills

2007-07-14T20:28:00.000-04:00

Seriously, ladies, I have tried everything I could think of to be a mobile blogger so that i could post my photos but no luck. So u will just have to trust me when I say ... Pictures forthcoming. But until then, imagine those hunky tan beach boys who set up the umbrellas and chairs with two+ -foot drills ... To sink their umbrellas, silly!

My heart goes out to chi town pal who is fantasizing that I am having an amazing family vacation with doting husband. We can all have that if we just believe...xxoo. More details later.

The really fun parts of the trip, according to the Rae boys: 1)go karts, bumper boats, bumper cars, etc. 2) Gavin's dream come true, a trip to Hooters 3) Jet ski rental

now i'm even more spoiled

2007-07-13T13:55:00.000-04:00

Steve sent refreshments via rae boy...homemade wine cooler with white peach juice ..ahhhhh

paradise found

2007-07-13T13:48:00.000-04:00

I'm blogging from the beach in Destin Florida... Pardon my typos-the sun is bright and I'm using my phone. Why the hell I waited so long to come here is now a distant thought as I fantasize about how I'm going to find a way to stay.

Transform Me

2007-07-10T18:07:00.000-04:00

I was going to write about going to the Transformers movie; the boys wanted to go so my plan was to take them to a matinee and drop in myself on something more worthwhile. However, when I buzzed my significant other, he told me that he had bumped into a friend of ours who took his boys to see it and said it was 'awesome'! Since I trust his 'cool technical effects' opinion I decided to stay. It was pretty amazing, even if it was full of ridiculous sexual innuendo (oh - ho! Now you want to go too!). My favorite experience was when my middle son, having played the video game, did play-by-play commentary on every character . Meanwhile his older brother hissed and spat and told him to shut up. So of course I enjoyed that as well. The youngest just sat in the front and enjoyed the special effects, sound system, and butter popcorn, candy, and slushy while the heat lightning raged outside. Don't you just love summer???? I also wanted to share with you my favorite line from the movie, but unfortunately couldn't remember it and also couldn't find it after much searching on the web. It was a comment the character Glen made to his grandma. If anyone can find it or remember it, please send it! I may have to sneak back in just to find out.

Check out a real transformer: this is cool!
http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dut6jxCiakg

Freak-a-lattes

2007-07-08T14:55:00.001-04:00

OK, if yesterday I did Terminator Yoga, today I did freaky pilates. What was that? I had heard the bellydance teacher did her own form of pilates but I'm still not sure what we were doing. She had forgotten her CDs and the only one she could find was baroque organ music. The more I think about it the more I think I was dreaming . . .

Terminator Yoga

2007-07-07T14:33:00.000-04:00

Do you ever turn on the TV first thing in the morning (to check the weather, no doubt) and find that you are on the cable channel from the previous evening? Well, that very thing happened to me this morning. Terminator 2 was playing, and given that it had the best story line and special effects of all the movies, I could not pull away. Still, I really felt the need to stretch so I went ahead and did my sun salutation, a little pilates, and some lite weight work.Weird! I think if you can pull that together, it is simply a workout vs. a truly meditative thing. Still : it works!

Pictured asana: Side twist with handgun prop

Lambchop

2007-07-06T18:36:00.000-04:00

Last night, my friend Sue and her 'cuz Phyllis brought the sweetest little doggie that I have ever seen over to another friend's (Sharon). He is an Eskipoo - an American Eskimo bred with a miniature poodle. Sharon's first comment is that he looks exactly like the lamb cake that I make at Easter!!! When Sue figures out her new phone (the photo you see is an imposter), she is going to forward a picture . . . of little "Lambchop" - which Phyllis, the rescuer, has affectionately dubbed the little guy. She has decided that the new owner gets to name him, because she doesn't know his name. He is six months old and was rescued because the owner is dying. Trust me, this dog is cute. And house trained. And all of 10 pounds (= little poop in the yard) Call me if you are interested . . .and the breeder has more puppies, but those will cost you!!! It's a new boutique breed!!!

Independence Day

2007-07-04T13:51:00.000-04:00

I'm on a personal quest for firepower... we are in Tennesee heading towards "Big Daddy's" fireworks. It is a gorgeous beautiful day. Please say a prayer for us all! May we not start a fire ... May we cause no injuries ... And may we not get arrested all come to mind. Happy 4th! P.S. The way to a man's heart is through his firecracker(s). Have you ever seen bigger smiles?????

Coming Home

2007-07-03T18:44:00.000-04:00

I rarely leave, so when I do, I get lovin! And not just from my kids and husband! Even the dogs are wagging their tails off (uh-oh, did anyone feed them while I was gone????) When I stepped off the Marta train, no one was in sight but I saw the car parked (illegally). So I went over and, yes, it was unlocked, so I threw my stuff in but no Rae boys in sight. So called Steve on the cell, I guessed we just missed each other. But the first one who spots me is Cameron, and he runs up and throws himself at me, a blizzard of kisses, am I not the lucky one??? Gavin was in the midst of some tirade, so Steve gave me a kiss and hug. John was at a friends, and when we picked him up, went into an all-out attack on his brother until I said: "Hi, John!! Did you miss me?" And then, he stopped, and rubbed my arm from the back seat, and said, "Hi, Mommy." (The mommy word is only reserved for intimate times or requests for purchases). I still have to say, seeing the dogs get so excited tells me that, indeed, I was missed! Plus, Gavin saying "Mom, Dad wouldn't get us food!" was pretty funny. But the food buyer is back now . . .

On the serious side

2007-07-02T21:26:00.001-04:00

In addition to the fun girls weekend, and the connection with my very best friends ever (and you know who you are . . . ), today - and only because my flight got cancelled (again) I went to see my Aunt Judy, who has Alzheimer's and went into a nursing home in Evanston, IL a couple years ago. I'm pretty sure she didn't know exactly who I was, but I did make her smile and I did make her laugh. Talk about perfect timing . . . the Reverend Diann Santschi, who eased Judy's transition into a nursing home was there visiting. She remembered me, and she wanted to come back later, but I asked her please to let me be included in what she came to do, which was to anoint my aunt and pray with her. She hesitated, but I insisted. She said that my aunt had been sad, with tears, and depressed in recent days. So we sat, the three of us, and my aunt had the most unusual expression on her face, almost fearful, as Diane read to her the passages. She was so concentrated on what Diann was saying to her, stopping her only once to ask her a question. It was hard not to be emotional, and of course I was, as the scripture that she read was geared towards those who are suffering. I was fortunate enough to spend 45 minutes with my aunt, seeing glimpses of recognition. I plan on following up with Diann, who has visited Judy so frequently to pray with her, and it so calms her in this time of anxiety.

Again, love you all, susan

girls just want to have fun

2007-07-02T18:12:00.000-04:00

Sharon outside the W hotel Chicago lakeshore . . .

I'm sitting on an Atlanta marta train and am fairly confident my travel curse is over. I have another traveling skirt that looks like camo and I think that made the difference today over another cancelled American flight (so far a record 2 in 4 days). But as there truly is a reason for everything, today was a rather perfect day.

Let me show you a few fun photos (camera phone) b4 I tell u about my special day . . .

Poetry . . .

Sharon getting a makeover at Bloomies . . .Sharon riding a lion at Capitol Grille . . . Hilda in our hotel room on the phone . . . Me behind an 'artful' dress . . . all up and down Michigan Ave. . . Evening dress at nite - isn't that cool??? . . . another art effect . . . girls having brunch/Bloody Mary Quest . . . Fancy dinner out holding rather large odd shaped lamp . . . more brunch & more bloody mary's . . .

Traveling Skirt myth; aka the road not travelled at all

2007-06-28T18:51:00.000-04:00

Today I left at six a.m. to catch my flight to Chicago. Everything started out perfectly! For one thing, I actually woke up when the alarm went off. Steve, in his usual way, asked urgently if everything was alright and promptly went back to sleep. Yes, everything was alright because I always am prepared - I was a Girl Scout! I arrived in plenty of time - at 6:35 am for a 7:50 am flight. I noticed a really long line in both the security check, as well as the indoor check in, but since I needed to check a bag, got in line. That's when I discovered the problem: My flight was cancelled, along with a number of others. All of the 'air refugees' were then herded into long, confusing lines where no one ever came to give information about what was going on. Turns out my flight to Chicago had something to do with the bad weather in Texas. In any case, after waiting for 30 minutes in a line that did not move (hint: foreshadowing of what was to come), I called my backup: Steve. He could not see anything amiss by going on line. So I called American Airlines, and after waiting for 20 minutes on hold, they dropped the call. I tried one more time: same thing. No one seemed to know what was going on, but we all knew that if we were going somewhere, we would have to get in this line and speak to American.

Meanwhile, I witnessed the best and worst of human behavior. A bunch of men in front of me were actually taking total delight in telling people where they had to get in line- at the back of a really loooonnnnggg line: I guess we can call them the gatekeepers. They were thrilled when newcomers to the situation (let's say, those in line less than 2 hours) walked up to the front of the line and asked whether this 'was the line for international' . . . but conversely, when someone who had a flight that was not cancelled and came up to ask for regular self check-in, everyone (including gatekeepers) would point them in the right direction and move aside for them to pass. And then there were the 'entitled few': they weren't first class, but they snuck in to the front of the line because they 'really needed to be somewhere'. The first class/frequent flyer platinum people fared better. Their lines only lasted for an hour.

Well, we tried everything we could think of but I wasn't paying $600+ for a ticket on another airline (this was an optional trip for me) so hopefully I'm going tomorrow!!! And, plus, I really had to pee!!! But wait . . .it gets better! I left the line after about 4 hours . . . and decided: I should take public transportation home to save money!!!

Easy enough, grab Marta from the airport. Unfortunately, two stops in a 'medical emergency' caused my train to stop. We were informed that buses would take us to the next stop around the incident. In any case, the Atlanta commuters were much nicer than the American airline commuters. Lots of joking and smiling and praying . . . I commend all the bus drivers who really tried to make things work today.

Seems like my trip to Chicago turned out to be a 9 hour return trip to my house! Which is good, because here is love, food, water, wine, a jacuzzi, and you can be sure I will take everything out of that damn suitcase!!! You will see me in the same outfit all weekend, but wtf!!!!

Oh yes: the travelling skirt. My girlfriends and I are sharing a really cool skirt: it can be a dress, a short skirt, a long skirt, and even reversible for a different look!!! Sharon took it to nyc, and I wore it today. But that sucker is being left behind, it had enough of a ride waiting at the airport and riding marta buses/trains today. Who will be next?? Send me your travel plans . . .

Something in common

2007-06-24T16:18:00.000-04:00

Can't they all just get along? Well, turns out that they can, assuming I buy them something! I had peace for an entire afternoon, from shopping to building to the launch. I actually thought I might take a run on the new skateboards, until Mary Jo informed me of how dangerous it is . . . I guess I knew that. So who wants to spend summer in a cast?

Checkin' in

2007-06-23T21:14:00.000-04:00

I'm still here, but not sure of what to say. I guess there are too many things distracting me. I hope that I can be true, always. May the light in me recognize the light in you, namaste.

Get up here and drive

2007-06-19T19:15:00.000-04:00

A teacher that we work with told me a story today, and I hope I don't completely mess up the message. An officer and his soldiers were in Somalia, heading in to rescue Americans that were being held hostage. They were driving a jeep, and gunfire broke out. Two of the four were killed; and the private and the officer still alive were both hit. The officer yelled: "Private! Get up here and drive the jeep." The private cried, "But I've been shot!" And the officer replied: "Everyone in this jeep has been shot."

I've always believed that everyone around me is suffering, to some degree. We can compare ourselves, ask to be excused, but what will that get us? While suffering is painful, it encourages personal growth. And frankly, you can't do a darn thing about it! Try to escape . . . watch it return four-fold.

Please let me have compassion for those around me . . . we are not all on the same path.

Happy Father's Day

2007-06-17T08:30:00.001-04:00

I actually sat on the porch this morning and read the Sunday paper! The Atlanta Journal had two amusing articles on raising girls and boys. Both appeal to me for differing reasons. The girl article was "Raising girls: unpredictable paths certain." After reading this article, I think our parents probably had it easy, even though some of us are now getting tattoos in our 40s . . .
http://www.accessatlanta.com/arts/content/arts/stories/2007/06/14/0617sltattoo.html

The boys article: "Raising boys: Dangerous work." Tell me something I didn't already know. Any who, apparently The Dangerous Book for Boys is a best seller - I'll have to pick that up. I wonder if there is an article in there about how to break your brother's arm by driving a golf ball into him at close range . . . I guess I should write my own book! (Thoughts: how to dig to China in your back yard using tools found in your dad's workshop; best methods for putting out yard fires; how to extricate your brother's hands from a pool table ball dispenser; and more!)
http://www.accessatlanta.com/arts/content/arts/stories/2007/06/14/0617dangerousbook.html

Happy father's day to all!

Sankofa Bird

2007-06-15T10:31:00.001-04:00

I actually saw this as an art piece to buy (http://www.uncommongoods.com/). Maybe the next tattoo? I can identify with this concept right now, after re-experiencing all the memories from cleaning out my childhood closet. The only part of this that I don't agree with is the "flying forward while looking backward." Maybe that is why the bird is mythic. Crash!

The concept of SANKOFA is derived from King Adinkera of the Akan people of West Afrika. SANKOFA is expressed in the Akan language as "se wo were fi na wosan kofa a yenki."
Literally translated it means "it is not taboo to go back and fetch what you forgot".
"Sankofa" teaches us that we must go back to our roots in order to move forward. That is, we should reach back and gather the best of what our past has to teach us, so that we can achieve our full potential as we move forward. Whatever we have lost, forgotten, forgone or been stripped of, can be reclaimed, revived, preserved and perpetuated.
Visually and symbolically "Sankofa" is expressed as a mythic bird that flies forward while looking backward with an egg (symbolizing the future) in its mouth.

from http://www.duboislc.net/SankofaMeaning.html

Red Eye

2007-06-14T21:21:00.001-04:00

I have an engineering background, and one of my college jobs was with the Illinois Dept. of Transportation. We were 'management', doing quality control on the building of highways, traffic lights, etc. in central Illinois. I was recently back visiting my folks, and I noticed that they were resurfacing the exact place where I worked those 3 summer months, almost 30 years ago! I showed my kids a particular spot where something miraculous had happened to me. I also found a 'red eye' in my childhood box of memories, which I saved after a particularly harrowing experience.

We were laying out where the lines on the road were to be painted, using a nail with red ribbon attached - called a 'red eye.' I was out in the road, with a tape measure, tapping the red eye into the soft new asphalt with a hammer. The cars were stopped in front of me. I don't know why I always volunteered to be out in the road - I just liked it, for whatever reason. At this particular time, I felt the urge to look up - at my co-workers, who lined the side of the road and were holding the other end of the tape measure. Tellingly, they showed panic in their eyes. I didn't hesitate, but leaped towards the curb. I was hit in the calf and pushed off the oncoming car with my hand to get out of the way.

Apparently, the car who was stopped in front of me was rear-ended by another car who did not see the construction/slow down signs. They were hurt and I don't know about the people that hit them. What I do know is that I had a guardian angel that day, who told me to look up, who told me to trust my instincts, because if I hadn't, I would be dead, under a car, because I was kneeling in the road with my head in front of a stopped cars' headlights.

That was the second time I had been hit by a car in my life.

I came home that night - I was living alone in my parent's home while they were gone - and I remember crying and crying in my boyfriend's arms.

I have the red eye again in my possession . . . and I still love the idea that I put myself out there, and I can count on my 'angels' to save me should the occasion arise . . .

Miscellaneous Topics . . and Happy Father's Day!

2007-06-13T21:38:00.000-04:00

This is really sad . . . I don't want this to be a diet blog . . . and I don't want this to be about special needs kids. But I keep reading really good things about both. So maybe I want to make two blogs. That seems like wayyyyyy too much work.

So, briefly: Sharon just gave me an article from Health magazine. http://www.health.com/health/article/0,23414,1625465,00.html She and her son used one simple 'trick,' and they both found that it worked marvelously: put your fork down between bites of food and chew. It gives your stomach time to figure out that it is full. See the article for more insight.

Eileen sent me a really timely newsletter about fathers and ADHD kids - here is the link: http://www.celebrate-adhd.com/ADHD-Blog.html The reality is that this can apply to every father (& mother) and child!! Here are "10 truths" but please check out the rest of the article.

A Personal Letter to Other Dads By Kirk Martin, Executive Director, Celebrate!ADHD

Here are 10 truths that will help you begin to change your family life.1. Your involvement with your child and family is more important than your job or anything else you do. 2. The acceptance and approval of a father will have a greater impact on your child's life than from anyone else. Anyone.3. It is relatively easy to be successful in the business world. I'm not all that bright and I did it. But being a successful Dad? Tough. I will tell you straight up. If you are successful at business, but are not involved with your child, then your life's work will amount to nothing. 4. Accept the fact that your child is different. Different than you. Different than your expectations. You can't fight nature.5. Your goal at work is to see projects through to completion, to make sure you get a good return on investment. Your goal as a father is to make sure your child develops into the person he is wired to be-not who you want him to be. Sow your time, energy, wisdom and encouragement into your child-you will like the ROI.6. Do you get good results from yelling at employees? Then why do you think it will work with your kids? Seriously. What about long lectures and snide comments? You've learned to influence customers in different ways, so maybe it's time to try a different way with your child.7. Teach your kids to be problem solvers. Don't bark orders or "make" them do things. Lead your kids, teach them how to solve problems, respect their choices.8. Calm down and you'll see your kids calm down. If you can't control your temper or yelling, don't expect your kids to control their emotions. Change starts with you, not everyone around you. You are the leader, so be one for your child. You'll like the results.9. Find a way to connect to your child. I am a sports nut, but my son isn't. He's a car freak and loves music. So now we test drive fast cars and go to concerts together. 10. Take father-son or father-daughter trips. Get away from the hassles and stress of home and work. Go somewhere, anywhere and have fun together. Turn off the cell phone and engage with your child.Dads, you know nothing is more satisfying than overcoming a really tough problem at work.

Now you are faced with finding a really tough solution. If you take on this challenge, I can make you two guarantees.First, there is nothing more satisfying and important than forging a close relationship with your child. Second, you will never regret spending more time with your child.Decide this Father's Day to make the tough choices it takes to connect and communicate with your child more effectively. It starts with you.

Hey, all you moms(and others) that have kids with special needs . . .

2007-06-12T21:08:00.000-04:00

Not my words, but please read:

To You, My Sisters
By Maureen K. Higgins Many of you I have never even met face to face, but I've searched you out every day. I've looked for you on the internet, on playgrounds and in grocery stores.I've become an expert at identifying you. You are well worn. You are stronger than you ever wanted to be. Your words ring with experience, experience you culled with your very heart and soul. You are compassionate beyond the expectations of this world. You are my "sisters."Yes, you and I, my friend, are sisters in a sorority. A very elite sorority. We are special. Just like any other sorority, we were chosen to be members. Some of us were invited to join immediately, some not for months or even years. Some of us even tried to refuse membership, but to no avail.We were initiated in neurologist's offices and NICU units, in obstetrician's offices, in emergency rooms, and during ultrasounds. We were initiated with somber telephone calls, consultations, evaluations, blood tests, x-rays, MRI films, and heart surgeries.All of us have one thing in common. One day things were fine. We were pregnant, or we had just given birth, or we were nursing our newborn, or we were playing with our toddler. Yes, one minute everything was fine. Then, whether it happened in an instant, as it often does, or over the course of a few weeks or months, our entire lives changed. Something wasn't quite right. Then we found ourselves mothers of children with special needs.We are united, we sisters, regardless of the diversity of our children's special needs. Some of our children undergo chemotherapy. Some need respirators and ventilators. Some are unable to talk, some are unable to walk. Some eat through feeding tubes. Some live in a different world. We do not discriminate against those mothers whose children's needs are not as "special" as our child's. We have mutual respect and empathy for all the women who walk in our shoes.We are knowledgeable. We have educated ourselves with whatever materials we could find. We know "the" specialists in the field. We know "the" neurologists, "the" hospitals, "the" wonder drugs, "the" treatments. We know "the" tests that need to be done, we know "the" degenerative and progressive diseases and we hold our breath while our children are tested for them. Without formal education, we could become board certified in neurology, endocrinology, and physiatry.We have taken on our insurance companies and school boards to get what our children need to survive, and to flourish. We have prevailed upon the State to include augmentative communication devices in special education classes and mainstream schools for our children with cerebral palsy. We have labored to prove to insurance companies the medical necessity of gait trainers and other adaptive equipment for our children with spinal cord defects. We have sued municipalities to have our children properly classified so they could receive education and evaluation commensurate with their diagnosis.We have learned to deal with the rest of the world, even if that means walking away from it. We have tolerated scorn in supermarkets during "tantrums" and gritted our teeth while discipline was advocated by the person behind us in line. We have tolerated inane suggestions and home remedies from well-meaning strangers. We have tolerated mothers of children without special needs complaining about chicken pox and ear infections. We have learned that many of our closest friends can't understand what it's like to be in our sorority, and don't even want to try.We have our own personal copies of Emily Perl Kingsley's "A Trip To Holland" and Erma Bombeck's "The Special Mother." We keep them by our bedside and read and reread them during our toughest hours.We have coped with holidays. We have found ways to get our physically handicapped children to the neighbors' front doors on Halloween, and we have found ways to help our deaf children form the words, "trick or treat." We have accepted that our children with sensory dysfunction will never wear velvet or lace on Christmas. We have painted a canvas of lights and a blazing yule log with our words for our blind children. We have pureed turkey on Thanksgiving. We have bought white chocolate bunnies for Easter. And all the while, we have tried to create a festive atmosphere for the rest of our family.We've gotten up every morning since our journey began wondering how we'd make it through another day, and gone to bed every evening not sure how we did it.We've mourned the fact that we never got to relax and sip red wine in Italy. We've mourned the fact that our trip to Holland has required much more baggage than we ever imagined when we first visited the travel agent. And we've mourned because we left for the airport without most of the things we needed for the trip.But we, sisters, we keep the faith always. We never stop believing. Our love for our special children and our belief in all that they will achieve in life knows no bounds. We dream of them scoring touchdowns and extra points and home runs. We visualize them running sprints and marathons. We dream of them planting vegetable seeds, riding horses and chopping down trees. We hear their angelic voices singing Christmas carols. We see their palettes smeared with watercolors, and their fingers flying over ivory keys in a concert hall. We are amazed at the grace of their pirouettes. We never, never stop believing in all they will accomplish as they pass through this world.But in the meantime, my sisters, the most important thing we do, is hold tight to their little hands as together, we special mothers and our special children, reach for the stars.

My dad sent me this

2007-06-11T21:15:00.000-04:00

Thus and so, it must be OK!!! Here's what it is:

See the end of the world in 90 seconds

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice. Or at least that's what Robert Frost wrote. The truth is nobody knows how the world will end. Still, that doesn't stop people from speculating.One of the more amusing versions comes from the Flash artist known as Fluid. You can check out his Doomsday scenario at AlbinoBlackSheep.com. Please be aware that the animation contains adult language and national stereotypes that will be offensive to some readers, hilarious to others. Watch the animation

The Cameron Diet

2007-06-11T11:52:00.000-04:00

Look like this in ten days!!!

Our family is in a summer eating crisis! We have the gorger, the snacker, and the non-eater . . . somewhere we must find a happy medium. Announcing . . . the Cameron Diet! What keeps Cameron so trim and lean? Probably a very high metabolism, but also . . .he eats a lot of fruit; he does not eat mayo; he does not eat beef (he loves cows). I've never seen him drink coffee or wine, either. He doesn't even need to work out to maintain his physique . . . but I do see him jumping around alot. There has to be something to learn here . . .

Monkeys seen, not heard, at St. Louis Zoo

2007-06-09T18:54:00.001-04:00

A picture is worth a thousand words . . .

Golf Hazard

2007-06-06T18:49:00.000-04:00

Everything went quite well today until this p.m. during 'yard play time.' Who knew Gavin had such a swing? After watching him hit several duds, we were all surprised when he nailed John just above the elbow at less than25 feet. It was pretty painful and ended up in a trip to the Pana emergency room (Looks a lot different since my last trip there!). So, no more pics of empty drawers and closets (and you say 'yay!) Diagnosis - chipped bone, possibly growth plate. Upon return to Atlanta, have to get another x ray and john may be doing nada physical for the rest of the summer! Bummer. I guess you could call it even 'cause Gavin's broken arm and wrist both occurred from play with John. What goes around. . .ends up in a colorful cast!!

P.S. We went to Dairy Queen after . . . mocha moo latte for John and another box of dilly bars for the bro's, everyone is fat and happy!!!