I have so much stuff to do EveryDay

I have so much stuff to do today including setting a run across town for 40 people, buying the food for that run,
actually running the run where 40 crazies will try to catch me.....

First things first as now I must get through a work day and a bunch
of kids on the dreaded work from home day...

I figure I spend 5.00 a day at Starbucks...30.00 a week 120.00 bucks
a month which is an Electic Bill or even gas money for the month.

I made my own coffee this morning..

Had a brief discussion the other day with one
of my favourites on the board here about responsible consumerism....The ideas of Reduce/Recycling/Reusing and making decisions about purchasing based on what is best for your family as well as the earth in general...

A very common sense approach to everyday life that I hold dearly.

The weather forecast for Valentines Day

The weather forecast for this weekend is
for winds from 55 to 65 miles an hour which really blows.

In a stormy kind of way it is kind of neat if in fact
you  do have….

Back up lighting
Firewood
Beer
A Battery Operated radio.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have a holiday
or an occasion where the goal was not
to sell you as much beer or popcorn or
enough lugubriosity to make you
dangerous behind the wheel.

Driving home after the Super Bowl is down right scarry.

And what happens if the SeaHawks win...

Well I am not driving.

The people at Office Depot had no idea what A4 paper was.

INS closes for lunch from 1130 to 1230…

We do business despite the customer.

Our Valentines Invite
It's baaack!
The return engagement of the Valentines Day Progressive Dinner will be hosted by Mark Schofer and Lynn Norbury this year on...
Valentines Day, naturally.
We would be honored if you would join us Tuesday night, Feb. 14th.  Children are welcome.
 
 
We'll begin the adventure at Mark Schofer's house for course #1, the host's choice of appetizers and salad, between 5:30pm and 6:45pm.

Then we'll enjoy a short and jovial stroll to the Norbury household for course #2, a variety of homemade stews and breads, from 7:15pm to 8:30pm.  We'll also be holding a competition during course #2 for the best original love poem.  We hope to enjoy a number of odious recitations so come prepared.  Wondrous prizes will be awarded.
 
We shall dine at the Schofers; you'll bring flowers,but I'd rather just snuggle for hours;for the love which we feelthan a big slap-up meal –Or just stick to those amorous showers.
by Dr. Schofer
 
From there, we'll mosey over to the Laurelwood Pub for desserts and drinks around 8:45pm, and then it's a short walk back to the Schofer home to retrieve your cars if necessary. 
 
Please let us know if you can join us!  
 
If you feel inspired to assist the hosts then please contact us individually.  
 
Mark Schofer & Lynn Norbury

I remember this morning

I remember this morning driving down the Banfield and thinking how the world just amazingly works. You safe travel to work is dependent on the person next to you having his or her act together and you assume that person somehow knows how to drive and is not impaired. Every body is cruising along at high speed in slicked conditions and we all get there.

The world is a complex place and we do many things remotely today. Remote meetings where by people are in their pajamas, we communicate via email and have lost the art of nuance but somehow we may have got better at as we only use words now and not always body language or body chemistry. We just assume the other person is on the same page.

And somewhere along the way we get along. For the most part that is. Until we introduce Religion. The all hell breaks loose.

Dimmyand Wacky

My favourite thread from years ago how the crazies gravitated toward us.
Mainly me…
Yesterday I was checking out in the Grocery Store
and the Lunatic in front of me went into the Winco Shuffle.
She bought 60.37 worth of stuff and only had 50 bucks and had to decide
what to throw back.

Of course Winco is bag your own. So I am bagging my groceries and
there is a bottle of Juice from the customer before me…

So I just give it to the Wacky Lady.
The wacky lady tells me I am blessed.
Nobody is blessed that is in WINCO.
The Dim cashier of course goes into a meltdown that I gave
the Juice to the Wacky Lady.

Dimmy hastily takes the Juice from the wacky lady…

By now I am pissed.
The cashier says that will be 356.67.
Lisa says to her …..NO ITS NOT…

Finally she figures out the bill…

I told the Dim Cashier I also gave the Wacky Lady a steak…

(I made that up)…

Of course I saw the Wacky Lady when I was out running…(I ran home from the store)

She waved and I did a 7 minute mile past her house...

I remember Running

There is a certain inherent reward that comes with solving a large problem. Breaking it down in small pieces and putting all the pieces together and alas the solution to the problem.  There is also something very draining in the process that leaves you depleted, kind of brain dead, kind of wade awake frenzied.

Which are somehow balanced out with the stretching of the limits of the human body? There is nothing like the feeling of workout that pushes you to the limits. A marathon doesn’t quite do that. The marathon pushes you over the limit. And it’s good to go over that limit once in a while. But, to push yourself daily to that limit is a great feeling. It is cathartic and empowering and hopefully addictive.

I Remember Running is the book I am currently reading and I am enjoying it very much. I myself also remember running. I remember when I was in really good shape two years ago. I think I will visit that place once again…

Marinas opens the playoffs

I practiced with eight 5th grade girls on Monday
playing Volleyball and to put it bluntly they stunk up the place.  They had no focus and they were having fun just being girls…

I told them “Perfect practice makes perfect...

Well I was proven 100 percent wrong.

The girls opened the play offs last night with a very convincing victory.  It was like the great beyond.

I'm breaking throughI'm bending spoonsI'm keeping flowers in full bloomI'm looking for answers from the great beyondI want the hummingbirds, the dancing bearsSweetest dreams of youI Look into the starsI Look into the moon

Well on this moon lit night the girls served like they had never served before, returned serve like never before and communicated and played as a team.

I am not even sure if they care if they win.

But last night they did…

and celebrated with class and dignity...

And that number 29, out there is Marina…

Well done

Mother Weart 1111

We are going to see Liz Phair this weekend and that should be fun . I Spent a rare hour or two yesterday reading an issue of Granta magazine that was dedicated to Global warming.

The average temperature of out planet in the early seventies was 59 degrees. So now when you walk around and it is 59 degrees out side you can relish in how average you are.

Well not any mare as in the last thirty years the average temperature on the planet has raised to 60 degrees.  And gee we wonder what causes so many late summer storms and the ferocity that they do indeed have.

We as American we are pigs. gluttons for everything that we do.    We consume, consume, consume with little regard for whats going to happen 30 years from now.

In 30 years my daughter will be 40. As Thoreaux observed , one cold walk outsides one house and in very little time could be in a place where nobody has been before. Those days are gone.

I have heard people argue that the earth has with stood the wrath of man for years…and this onslaught  is merely a scare tactic.

Funny how scare tactics are convienent when deemed fit.

My grandmother gave up smoking at sixty. Its never too late.