Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Song of the Day:
The very thought of you
and I forget to do
The little ordinary things
that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
to me that's everything
The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You never know how slow the moments go
till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
it's just the thought of you
the very thought of you
my love
The mere idea of you
the longing hear for you
you never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
your eyes in stars above
its just the thought of you
the very thought of you
my love
This Day in History:
In 1896, the Supreme Court ruled that "seperate but equal" racial segregation was a good thing. Well, they certainly enforced the seperate part, but the equal never really came to fruition until the Brown vs. Board of Education of Topeka trial in 1954.
In 1980, Mount St. Helens erupted, leaving 57 people dead or missing. Mount St. Helens was unique, in taht because of it's composition, it did not erupt out the top like most volcanos...instead, one side of the mountain was considerably weaker than the top of the mountain,and the blast followed the path of least resistance, exploding katty-wompus-like.
In 1982, my grandmother was dying of cancer. Seeing as how time was running short, she arranged to head out to Tacoma, Washington. Along for the ride was my grandfather, my mother and myself. It was the first BIG trip that I remember in my life, being all of 6 years old. I don't remember much about my grandmother anymore, as time has faded and diminished her in my mind. BUt what I do remember is that while in Washington, we headed to Lost Lake, a mere stones throw from the mountain. Despite her weakened condition, she got up the strength to walk around the lake with me, and we collected ashes from Mt St. Helens found all around the lake edges. The ash was still warm at that time, and the memory is still a warm one for me.
It you'd like to learn more about Mt St Helens, contact or visit your local library. Or just click here.
Saturday Morning Scare:
Saturday, the wife and the oldest child have Religious school at the Synogogue. That left me at home with Anna (3 and 1/2 years old) and Bailey (1.5 years old). Hey, no big deal. We'll do breakfast, and then get dressed, and do whatever needs to be done. So we finish up with breakfast, and we look out the back window. Anna and Bailey, are suddenly thrilled beyond belief, since there are PUPPIES! In the backyard! They are running! They are jumping! They are cavorting, even!
Poor Anna and Bailey. Since Dad has grown up (at least by comparison), he has become calloused to the simple joys of seeing 2 dogs running about and playing with each other in the morning sun. Having seen it many more times in my life compared to them, it no longer fills my eyes with wonder as it does them. So it was with this in mind that I left them to gaze out the back patio door at the playful pups while I journeyed upstairs to find some suitable clothing for Bailey, beyond just the diaper she was wearing at the time.
I went upstairs to pick out an outfit for the youngest, but once I reached the top of the stairs, the sight of the restroom reminded me that it had been calling me for some time. So I stopped in to do my thing. That being finished, I left the bathroom a few minutes later a little more knowledgeable on NFL draft prospects, and a half pound lighter.
I came downstairs with an outfit for Bailey, only to find Anna walking BACK INSIDE from the front porch. SHe had gone outside without telling me.
Where were you?
Outside.
Where's Bailey?
Outside.
Where?
I don't know.
At this point, panic mode quickly sets in, since I've been through this with the previous children before. Restory was lost at the renissance Festival, and Anna had fallen asleep in restory's closet, unbeknownst to the rest of us, who were searching the neighborhood for her high and low.
Because of my experience with Anna, I quickly tore throughthe house looking for any sig that she might be inside. No sign of Bailey anywhere. The situation just got amazingly worse.
I ran out the front door in a frantic search for Bailey, unable to find her anywhere in the immediate area in the front of our home. I tore around the outside of the building to head and look around in the courtyard, looking for any sign of my little baby girl. Terrible, horrible visions flashed throug my mind as to what may have happened to her. Things that no parent ever wants to consider crep into your thought process when your children are missing.
We live in a townhome complex, and the Neighborhood Nanny lives just down the way. So do a # of other families with children Baileys age. Perhaps she headed in that direction. I sprinted toward their homes just in time to see 2 Community Service Officers headed in my direction. Sure enough, they were holding a crying baby in their arms. Bailey was safe! According to the officers, she said that she wanted to see the puppies she ahd seen playing earlier. On the verge of tears, I thanked the officers profusely, shook their hands, and they promptly wrote down my name, address, and phone #...presumably to send Social Services to rescue my children from me. No no no...they were much to nice for them to do such a thing. And even so, it was an innocent mistake.
Still, I chided Anna all the way back inside for going out without telling me, and myself for not locking the door to keep the children from escaping.
Portland OR Baseball:
Over the weekend, it was announced that Portland OR legislature has approved financing for a new stadium to be built there. This was done with the idea in mind to lure the Montreal Expos to town. However, should the Expos go to Northern Virginia as rumored, it would work just as well for any other team looking for a new home, such as The Oakland A's, or the Florida Marlins. Or even our own Minnesota Twins. In fact, the one stumbling block for Portland is the fact that they don't yet have a primary owner to foot the bill for the team and it's payroll and such.
Meanwhile, the Twins have an owner paying the bills, but no stadium deal to ensure the team's viability. If Carl Pohlad (owner of the Twins) can't get hisstadium here....amd sees one waiting for him in Portland... there isn't much reason for him NOT to take the deal. And while the local fans may not like it, I have to say that since I'm headed to Portland myself, I am not as against the idea as I normally would be. But that's the selfish part of me coming out.
Anyway, enough talking.
Ali Landry, people. Give her a hand.
Now stop that....I said a HAND, not THAT!
Timberwolves:
The Timberwolves find themselves at home for game 7 of a series against an opponent that is as talented as they are. In the previous round, they faced a team that they were clearly more talented than, and were expected to win. this time around, the Kings have given them everything they could handle. Maybeeven more than they could handle. And then things got ugly.
Anthony Peeler, former Timberwolf, took exception to the normal pushing and shoving of a playoff game, and took the oppurtunity to bury his elbow into Garnett's solar plexus in the 3rd quarter. It was enough to knock down Garnett to the floor and knocked the wind out of him. He was able to gather himself up on the next possesion, where he gritted his teeth and firmly but somewhat playfully gave Peeler some forearm of his own. IN retaliation, Peeler hauled off and hit Garnett in the jaw, inciting a skirmish before cooler heads prevailed.
Now, some of the guys at ESPN were actually saying that Garnett made a huge mistake by not fighting back,and "being a man" about the situation. If he had fought back, he would have been toseed from the game (still winable at the time) and owuldhave been tossed from Game 7 as well, if there were a Game 7. OR, worse yet, he would have been lost for 2 games of the Laker series.
SO you're telling me that it's better that he act macho and get thrown out of the game and retaliate against Peeler instead of keeping his cool, and make Peeler pay by beating the Kings to move onto the second round? Too much New Enland/Boston bravado coming through on that one. I admit that I'm a garnett apologist, but the Timberwolves stand a better chance in ANY playoff game with Garnett than without him. He showed me more by not giving in to the emotion than he would have going for revenge.
Think about this. You're Rick Adelman,a nd you tell Peeler in a round-about way to pick a fight with Garnett, and get him to fight back. the Kings losing Peeler for a game or two would hurt, but not as much as the Wolves losing Garnett. Without Garnett, the Wolves are done.
I respect Bill Simmons most of the time, but this time around he's way off.
HOmetown Hotties:
Round 1 is over. The winners for week 10 will be announced, and we'll look at the winners for each week,a nd come up with a pre-cursory look at the final 100 later this week. the next round will take place in the August Issue of Maxim, and I'll pledge to my readers to pick up that copy, and let you know how it's going down so far.
Until then, here's more of Ali....
Have a good night.
The very thought of you
and I forget to do
The little ordinary things
that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
to me that's everything
The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You never know how slow the moments go
till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
it's just the thought of you
the very thought of you
my love
The mere idea of you
the longing hear for you
you never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
your eyes in stars above
its just the thought of you
the very thought of you
my love
This Day in History:
In 1896, the Supreme Court ruled that "seperate but equal" racial segregation was a good thing. Well, they certainly enforced the seperate part, but the equal never really came to fruition until the Brown vs. Board of Education of Topeka trial in 1954.
In 1980, Mount St. Helens erupted, leaving 57 people dead or missing. Mount St. Helens was unique, in taht because of it's composition, it did not erupt out the top like most volcanos...instead, one side of the mountain was considerably weaker than the top of the mountain,and the blast followed the path of least resistance, exploding katty-wompus-like.
In 1982, my grandmother was dying of cancer. Seeing as how time was running short, she arranged to head out to Tacoma, Washington. Along for the ride was my grandfather, my mother and myself. It was the first BIG trip that I remember in my life, being all of 6 years old. I don't remember much about my grandmother anymore, as time has faded and diminished her in my mind. BUt what I do remember is that while in Washington, we headed to Lost Lake, a mere stones throw from the mountain. Despite her weakened condition, she got up the strength to walk around the lake with me, and we collected ashes from Mt St. Helens found all around the lake edges. The ash was still warm at that time, and the memory is still a warm one for me.
It you'd like to learn more about Mt St Helens, contact or visit your local library. Or just click here.
Saturday Morning Scare:
Saturday, the wife and the oldest child have Religious school at the Synogogue. That left me at home with Anna (3 and 1/2 years old) and Bailey (1.5 years old). Hey, no big deal. We'll do breakfast, and then get dressed, and do whatever needs to be done. So we finish up with breakfast, and we look out the back window. Anna and Bailey, are suddenly thrilled beyond belief, since there are PUPPIES! In the backyard! They are running! They are jumping! They are cavorting, even!
Poor Anna and Bailey. Since Dad has grown up (at least by comparison), he has become calloused to the simple joys of seeing 2 dogs running about and playing with each other in the morning sun. Having seen it many more times in my life compared to them, it no longer fills my eyes with wonder as it does them. So it was with this in mind that I left them to gaze out the back patio door at the playful pups while I journeyed upstairs to find some suitable clothing for Bailey, beyond just the diaper she was wearing at the time.
I went upstairs to pick out an outfit for the youngest, but once I reached the top of the stairs, the sight of the restroom reminded me that it had been calling me for some time. So I stopped in to do my thing. That being finished, I left the bathroom a few minutes later a little more knowledgeable on NFL draft prospects, and a half pound lighter.
I came downstairs with an outfit for Bailey, only to find Anna walking BACK INSIDE from the front porch. SHe had gone outside without telling me.
Where were you?
Outside.
Where's Bailey?
Outside.
Where?
I don't know.
At this point, panic mode quickly sets in, since I've been through this with the previous children before. Restory was lost at the renissance Festival, and Anna had fallen asleep in restory's closet, unbeknownst to the rest of us, who were searching the neighborhood for her high and low.
Because of my experience with Anna, I quickly tore throughthe house looking for any sig that she might be inside. No sign of Bailey anywhere. The situation just got amazingly worse.
I ran out the front door in a frantic search for Bailey, unable to find her anywhere in the immediate area in the front of our home. I tore around the outside of the building to head and look around in the courtyard, looking for any sign of my little baby girl. Terrible, horrible visions flashed throug my mind as to what may have happened to her. Things that no parent ever wants to consider crep into your thought process when your children are missing.
We live in a townhome complex, and the Neighborhood Nanny lives just down the way. So do a # of other families with children Baileys age. Perhaps she headed in that direction. I sprinted toward their homes just in time to see 2 Community Service Officers headed in my direction. Sure enough, they were holding a crying baby in their arms. Bailey was safe! According to the officers, she said that she wanted to see the puppies she ahd seen playing earlier. On the verge of tears, I thanked the officers profusely, shook their hands, and they promptly wrote down my name, address, and phone #...presumably to send Social Services to rescue my children from me. No no no...they were much to nice for them to do such a thing. And even so, it was an innocent mistake.
Still, I chided Anna all the way back inside for going out without telling me, and myself for not locking the door to keep the children from escaping.
Portland OR Baseball:
Over the weekend, it was announced that Portland OR legislature has approved financing for a new stadium to be built there. This was done with the idea in mind to lure the Montreal Expos to town. However, should the Expos go to Northern Virginia as rumored, it would work just as well for any other team looking for a new home, such as The Oakland A's, or the Florida Marlins. Or even our own Minnesota Twins. In fact, the one stumbling block for Portland is the fact that they don't yet have a primary owner to foot the bill for the team and it's payroll and such.
Meanwhile, the Twins have an owner paying the bills, but no stadium deal to ensure the team's viability. If Carl Pohlad (owner of the Twins) can't get hisstadium here....amd sees one waiting for him in Portland... there isn't much reason for him NOT to take the deal. And while the local fans may not like it, I have to say that since I'm headed to Portland myself, I am not as against the idea as I normally would be. But that's the selfish part of me coming out.
Anyway, enough talking.
Ali Landry, people. Give her a hand.
Now stop that....I said a HAND, not THAT!
Timberwolves:
The Timberwolves find themselves at home for game 7 of a series against an opponent that is as talented as they are. In the previous round, they faced a team that they were clearly more talented than, and were expected to win. this time around, the Kings have given them everything they could handle. Maybeeven more than they could handle. And then things got ugly.
Anthony Peeler, former Timberwolf, took exception to the normal pushing and shoving of a playoff game, and took the oppurtunity to bury his elbow into Garnett's solar plexus in the 3rd quarter. It was enough to knock down Garnett to the floor and knocked the wind out of him. He was able to gather himself up on the next possesion, where he gritted his teeth and firmly but somewhat playfully gave Peeler some forearm of his own. IN retaliation, Peeler hauled off and hit Garnett in the jaw, inciting a skirmish before cooler heads prevailed.
Now, some of the guys at ESPN were actually saying that Garnett made a huge mistake by not fighting back,and "being a man" about the situation. If he had fought back, he would have been toseed from the game (still winable at the time) and owuldhave been tossed from Game 7 as well, if there were a Game 7. OR, worse yet, he would have been lost for 2 games of the Laker series.
SO you're telling me that it's better that he act macho and get thrown out of the game and retaliate against Peeler instead of keeping his cool, and make Peeler pay by beating the Kings to move onto the second round? Too much New Enland/Boston bravado coming through on that one. I admit that I'm a garnett apologist, but the Timberwolves stand a better chance in ANY playoff game with Garnett than without him. He showed me more by not giving in to the emotion than he would have going for revenge.
Think about this. You're Rick Adelman,a nd you tell Peeler in a round-about way to pick a fight with Garnett, and get him to fight back. the Kings losing Peeler for a game or two would hurt, but not as much as the Wolves losing Garnett. Without Garnett, the Wolves are done.
I respect Bill Simmons most of the time, but this time around he's way off.
HOmetown Hotties:
Round 1 is over. The winners for week 10 will be announced, and we'll look at the winners for each week,a nd come up with a pre-cursory look at the final 100 later this week. the next round will take place in the August Issue of Maxim, and I'll pledge to my readers to pick up that copy, and let you know how it's going down so far.
Until then, here's more of Ali....
Have a good night.
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