I decided it was time to change the pictures on my blog. The picture of me wasn't too old - from last summer - but Maxie's picture was about 4 years old and I wanted to change it.
The new picture of Maxie was taken about two and a half months ago right after she had a fresh haircut - I know this because she is wearing a bandanna which the groomer always puts on her and my husband always takes off as soon as he gets home. The piece of grass was her way of trying to get a treat - she has learned that if she brings something from outside into the house, like grass or mulch or a twig - she usually hides under the dining room table and waits for a trade - treat for her trick - kind of a doggy reverse Halloween thing. I often comply as she can get a little snippy if you try to take her "prize" away without an even exchange. The day this was taken, she decided to be brave and not hide with her blade of grass and I was able to capture her mischief on camera.
The picture of Maxie and me was taken at Christmas - before the above mentioned clipping. And no, her eyes are not a sign that she is possessed (although sometimes I think she is possessed by a mischief fairy), she has a cataract in her right eye and the left eye has the old age cloudiness which shows up as a glowing eye in pictures. And she's no spring chicken having turned 14 in February.
April 28, 2008
April 27, 2008
This comes as no surprise to me
You Would Be a Pet Dog |
 You're friendly, loyal, and an all around good sport. People love to be near you. You are very open with your feelings, and you're quite vocal in expressing them. You are sincere and kind. You love many people - without any sort of agenda. Why you would make a great pet: You're content to chill out with your friends Why you would make a bad pet: You always find yourself getting into trouble What you would love about being a dog: Running around and playing What you would hate about being a dog: Being left home alone while everyone else is out having fun |
I am most definitely a dog person - see right column for my little girl.
April 25, 2008
Row, Row, Row Your ....Scull??
Boy, has my life changed in the past five weeks!
At the end of March, my husband and I gathered up our coolers, filled them with water and Gatorade, packed up some granola bars and bagels and off we went (at 6:30 on a Saturday morning) to see our son row for the first time in Philadelphia. We set up our canopy, put out the coolers and snacks, sliced up the bagels and waited for the team to arrive.
And arrive they did. By mid afternoon, we had met many of the team members and a few parents. In fact, my husband knew one of the dads from the industry he works in. By the end of the day, we had made plans to do this again in two weeks, with hub's acquaintance bringing some food too.
So two weeks later arrives and we are once again packing the car and this time heading to the Cooper River on the NJ side of the Delaware, just minutes from Philadelphia, and we are setting up two canopies this time, along with a portable grill. This time, our offerings now include grilled chicken, baked ziti, salad and the rest of the snacks and drinks and this time, we meet yet another set of parents who have brought several thermoses of sausage and peppers for the kids. That night, we arrange to take the team out to dinner and another set of parents and the dad of two team members join us and share the bill for dinner.
Last weekend, we drove to a park outside of Trenton to see the conference championships where our son's school has taken second place for both the men's and women's teams and the coach has been named coach of the year. At this event, yet another set of parents has brought sandwiches for the team and several others have brought an assortment of goodies for the team to devour. At this event, we accumulate a decent list of parent's names, e-mail addresses and phone numbers and for tomorrow's event, we have a group of parents eager to volunteer to bring food to feed these starving young people. And somehow, we have become the organizing parents of the hospitality tent for the team.
Now this may seem like a bit of work, and I won't lie and say it isn't, but the rewards have certainly out weighed the work. We have met some pretty terrific young adults and some really great parents. But the best part has been to see our son and to watch him row with his team mates. And grow into quite a young man.
My handsome son is the third from the back in the green cap.
At the end of March, my husband and I gathered up our coolers, filled them with water and Gatorade, packed up some granola bars and bagels and off we went (at 6:30 on a Saturday morning) to see our son row for the first time in Philadelphia. We set up our canopy, put out the coolers and snacks, sliced up the bagels and waited for the team to arrive.
And arrive they did. By mid afternoon, we had met many of the team members and a few parents. In fact, my husband knew one of the dads from the industry he works in. By the end of the day, we had made plans to do this again in two weeks, with hub's acquaintance bringing some food too.
So two weeks later arrives and we are once again packing the car and this time heading to the Cooper River on the NJ side of the Delaware, just minutes from Philadelphia, and we are setting up two canopies this time, along with a portable grill. This time, our offerings now include grilled chicken, baked ziti, salad and the rest of the snacks and drinks and this time, we meet yet another set of parents who have brought several thermoses of sausage and peppers for the kids. That night, we arrange to take the team out to dinner and another set of parents and the dad of two team members join us and share the bill for dinner.
Last weekend, we drove to a park outside of Trenton to see the conference championships where our son's school has taken second place for both the men's and women's teams and the coach has been named coach of the year. At this event, yet another set of parents has brought sandwiches for the team and several others have brought an assortment of goodies for the team to devour. At this event, we accumulate a decent list of parent's names, e-mail addresses and phone numbers and for tomorrow's event, we have a group of parents eager to volunteer to bring food to feed these starving young people. And somehow, we have become the organizing parents of the hospitality tent for the team.
Now this may seem like a bit of work, and I won't lie and say it isn't, but the rewards have certainly out weighed the work. We have met some pretty terrific young adults and some really great parents. But the best part has been to see our son and to watch him row with his team mates. And grow into quite a young man.
My handsome son is the third from the back in the green cap.
April 17, 2008
Groundskeeper
Apparently I am the now in charge of the lawn at my home. I guess since I only work part-time and I have the luxury of having someone clean my house m(I hate to clean!!), since my son is away at school and since my husband, on a good week works about 65 hours, the lawn maintenance has become my job. Well, most of it - I don't do the edging or the week whacking, but I mow, weed, fertilize, water and plant, so I guess I am the groundskeeper.
I actually prefer doing the outside work to the inside cleaning. I guess since I had to clean bathrooms and dust as a child, I have come to dislike those tasks. I always wanted to mow the lawn like my older brothers and I wasn't allowed to until I was in my late teens - my dad thinks it's a guy thing. But, alas, my father was given a tomboy and not a girly girl for his only daughter. And as I have gotten older, he has accepted it and now that both of my brothers live hours away, he will actually ask me to help him outside at his house.
So tomorrow, I will turn over the one of the raised beds I use for my vegetable garden and plant peas. And enjoy being outside with my hands in dirt!
I actually prefer doing the outside work to the inside cleaning. I guess since I had to clean bathrooms and dust as a child, I have come to dislike those tasks. I always wanted to mow the lawn like my older brothers and I wasn't allowed to until I was in my late teens - my dad thinks it's a guy thing. But, alas, my father was given a tomboy and not a girly girl for his only daughter. And as I have gotten older, he has accepted it and now that both of my brothers live hours away, he will actually ask me to help him outside at his house.
So tomorrow, I will turn over the one of the raised beds I use for my vegetable garden and plant peas. And enjoy being outside with my hands in dirt!
April 14, 2008
Merger Schmerger
A few months ago, I wrote about the merger of my parish with the other parish in town. We are three months into the transition and I thought I blog again about the merger.
So far, I'm not happy with what has been going on. The major complaint in our parish is that we are being forgotten or ignored. Perhaps it's because we operate smoothly, perhaps it's because our parish is in good shape and doesn't have the burden of a school any more or maybe it's because the priests live at the rectory of the other parish. But in any case, we are feeling out of sight, out of mind. And I don't like it. I'm just not feeling the love.
As the parish secretary, I have no idea what the pastor's schedule is, where he can be found, or even his cell phone number in case of an emergency. and my e-mails go unanswered. My contact is pretty much limited to a short (five to ten minute) visit for checks to be signed. As the CCD coordinator, no one bothered to tell me that there was a change in churches for confirmation, was not told until the last minute that the pastor would not be available for First Penance and had Stations of the Cross scheduled for the CCD students and no one showed. Yes, I am feeling out of the loop.
So far, I'm not happy with what has been going on. The major complaint in our parish is that we are being forgotten or ignored. Perhaps it's because we operate smoothly, perhaps it's because our parish is in good shape and doesn't have the burden of a school any more or maybe it's because the priests live at the rectory of the other parish. But in any case, we are feeling out of sight, out of mind. And I don't like it. I'm just not feeling the love.
As the parish secretary, I have no idea what the pastor's schedule is, where he can be found, or even his cell phone number in case of an emergency. and my e-mails go unanswered. My contact is pretty much limited to a short (five to ten minute) visit for checks to be signed. As the CCD coordinator, no one bothered to tell me that there was a change in churches for confirmation, was not told until the last minute that the pastor would not be available for First Penance and had Stations of the Cross scheduled for the CCD students and no one showed. Yes, I am feeling out of the loop.
A Cuppa Joe
Thanks to Fr. Daren and to Esther for bestowing on me this award.
I have never met either of these fellow bloggers, but I sure would like to. Fr. Daren provides me with inspiration and some good clean humor and Esther gives me that needed slice of Hawaii, especially when the weather here in NJ is lousy.
I'd like to pass this on to Michele and the Kitchen Madonna, two women I'd like to share "a cuppa joe" with since I've already had the opportunity to meet Barb and Christine. By the way ladies, we need to plan another Jersey Girl outing!!!
April 10, 2008
Glued to the TV
I must admit that I am watching more television lately which I attribute to that darn big screen TV that we recently purchased. There's just something about watching any thing in an atmosphere that feels like you are in a movie theater. I just finished watching Planet Earth which was a great show to begin with, but when you can just about count the feathers on a bird or the hairs on a bear, it is one incredible sight.
While I must make an effort to curb my viewing, I refuse to give up Law & Order on the big screen!
While I must make an effort to curb my viewing, I refuse to give up Law & Order on the big screen!
Boy, am I tough!
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Not that I would ever fight a child! I would rather challenge them to a bake off or a battle of wits before I would ever put a hand on a child (well execept my own for a hug, but now he is bigger than me and I don't dare hug him in front of his friends). But I guess it's good to know that I could take on a bunch of kids and win...
Not that I would ever fight a child! I would rather challenge them to a bake off or a battle of wits before I would ever put a hand on a child (well execept my own for a hug, but now he is bigger than me and I don't dare hug him in front of his friends). But I guess it's good to know that I could take on a bunch of kids and win...
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