Worth Thousand Words

22 02 2008

Check out Dan Pak’s new photo site – WorthThousandWords…beautiful, beautiful photos.

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Blasts from the Past

31 01 2008

As is a 16-year old’s wont, Ian was sitting here bored to tears trying to figure out what to do with his free time in the aftermath of his last mid-term this morning. So I asked him to split 3 large logs for me. (One needs a cozy fire when one is watching the upcoming Superbowl.)

The idea of splitting wood brought back to me memories of Monty Python’s Lumberjack Song, which was totally lost on the teenager, but very entertaining for me.

In an effort to get the teen to relate to something I remember to be very funny, I did some digging and, compliments of YouTube…voila…the Lumberjack Song AND the Dead Parrot bit!

 Of course, all this nostalgia was likely triggered because I had lunch today with a friend and former co-worker whom I haven’t seen in close to 10 years…blast from the past!

Where DOES the time go? It was great to catch up, Marty!!!





The Whole Barb

15 11 2007

I’m Whole

Today is Barbara’s birthday!! Soooo we celebrated with a little sort-of surprise lunch. (I was the surprise. Can you beat that?? Valerie told Barbara that I was in a meeting and couldn’t attend, but, poof, there I was!)

You may recall my previous post about Barb. About 4 weeks ago, she heroically donated one of her kidneys to her brother who was suffering from a degenerative kidney disease. So for her birthday we restored her to “wholeness” with an Elsa Perretti “Bean” pendant. Now, indeed,  she has 2 kidneys once more.

Here we three muskateerettes (me, Barb, and Valerie) are at the lovely Vine Restaurant. The chef made this inspiring Happy Birthday dessert plate in Barbara’s honor!

Barb’s Birthday





Blast from the Past

29 10 2007

I was having an IM conversation tonight with a friend of comparable years of “life experience.” I mentioned Galveston in the conversation which segued to Glenn Campbell who sang the song about Galveston which somehow strangely segued to Leavin’ on a Jet Plane. We pondered for a moment about who sang that song. As our memories failed us, I googled it. That sequed us to John Denver who wrote the song which then segued me to YouTube to see some footage. That segued me way, way back to my childhood crush who looked like a short-haired version of John Denver.

I fell “in love” on the first day of kindergarten with my underwear showing (hey, at least I was wearing underwear and not pulling a “Britney”!) as I almost crawled onto the school bus. It had stopped over a little water gully by the front walkway. The gap between the cement stoop and the first step was such a “great divide” to my little legs that my skirt slid up as I stretched my legs into a near split to bridge it.

Somehow, I’ve always remembered that moment, the first time ever I boarded the school bus. He was already in the front seat shy and reserved sitting next to “Kimmy Kim Kurls” who was so eager to meet new friends that she moved to the top of the steps to greet me.

We journeyed through 13 years of school together often sitting side-by-side because his last name began with C and mine with D. We were study buddies, lab partners, and afterschool club mates. But, sadly, we never dated….sigh. I guess neither one of us had the guts to ask…at least I know I didn’t. And you know what I say…no guts, no glory!

And now for your nostalgic enjoyment, here are a few Leavin’ on a Jet Plane videos.  There are videos of John Denver singing solo, but I think he’s cutest on this one.

 And this one’s just cute…





On the Delaware

1 08 2007

This weekend, Ian and I visited with my brother Scott and Deb and their twin darlings Devon and Taylor. We had a great time water skiing and tubing on Scott’s boat…actually I should say they had a great time skiing and tubing. I’m not a huge water person, so I provide moral support and do the picture-taking…no guts, I admit it!!

The thunderstorms held off and the water was like glass, a perfect day to be out on the Delaware River. Here are some shots of Ian tubing. In my mind, it takes guts to prostrate yourself on this large tube and have the boat whipping you from side to side although it doesn’t seem to bother him.

Scott has video, too. Hopefully he can upload it somewhere so that I can share it.





Another Glamorous Birthday Girl!

19 07 2007

Today is yet another special day. My good friend and co-worker “Kinnelon Cathy” turns 29 AGAIN! Woohoo. Time to celebrate girl! So here’s a little slideshow tribute to Cathy and the company she keeps on this day including a couple of the notable events that have occurred on this day in history.

BTW, I need to apologize up front. Again I was caught without a great photo of my friend.





Potter County, Pa

15 07 2007

Farmhouse

If you were wondering about this “Farmhouse” that I keep talking about, here are some photos. Much to Mom’s consternation, Dad made the gutsy move of buying this property almost 20 years ago.

It’s located just west of the main street of Coudersport, Pa (former home of the now infamous Adelphia Communications.) The tract is over 100 acres of mostly forested land situated on a little bump of mountain just like the one behind the house in the photo although Dad’s mountain is to the north out of view behind the photographer.

The Allegheny River borders the property to the south.  Between the river and the house are 4 acres of fertile farmland. We all smirked some years ago when Dad bought himself a John Deere and began plowing and planting corn. But, it attracts wildlife and fuels the local ecosystem. We’ve enjoyed watching the deer, bear, turkey and foxes among other animals that are drawn to the fruits of the field.

Three years ago Dad dug out the pond to collect the spring water that flows off his mountain behind the house. The landscaping is still a bit green, but it’s filled out nicely and is now home to a number of trout that Dad stocked last year.

The Pond

The farmhouse is a curious amalgamation of Dad’s handiwork – a tapestry of projects woven expertly together. Twenty years ago it was so fragile and dilapidated that the big bad wolf might have blown it down in one mighty puff. A heap of rotting wood, crooked corners, leaky roof, uninsulated floors, creaky stairs, and disfunctionaly plumbing was inhabited mostly by green snakes, mice and squirrels. But bit by bit Dad tranformed it into a tidy, rustic 5-bedroom mansion.

Now it’s a comfortable quiet retreat that invites repose. Doing nothing once you’re there is exactly the point although we usually manage to keep busy enough – hiking up the mountain, golfing, cooking, baking and eating, playing cards, driving quad bikes, antiquing, skiing.

Dad spends almost half his time there now that he’s retired. Every inch of the place proudly reflects his personal touch. I only wish I could get away there more often.