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Showing posts with label Christy. Show all posts

Friday, November 25, 2011

Thanksgiving came and went!

Thanksgiving came and went.  Yes, I ate too much!  But this was really the best Thanksgiving I've had in years!

As you know the two daughters, my son-in-law and my grandson spent it with us.  This was the grandson's first experience with snow and even though I didn't get to be there for his first encounter, I heard that he held the snow in his hand with expressions that ran from.....  "Oh pretty!" to "Are you crazy?  This stuff is cold!"

We had snow for the first two days that he was here, but then the rains came and turned everything into a soggy mess.  After a couple days of that, the white stuff was simply gone. 

With three women in the house, the poor boy didn't have a chance.  We played dress-up and bundled him in hat, gloves and coat... 

I love this picture...notice the California tennis shoes!

Today, Thanksgiving is over and I'm a bit depressed. Yes, I get to put up the Christmas decorations and  play Christmas music but I also have to start my pre-Christmas exercise program.

Still, (big sigh) the two daughters, my son-in-law and grandson flew home to California with out me this morning....and I miss them already.  Thank-goodness, I still have a son who lives here, so for everyone, thanks for the wonderful pictures and memories.  Lets make lots more holiday memories together!

PS:  Girls, you have become really good cooks! 

Monday, November 14, 2011

This Just In on the "Occupy Oakland" activity.

To post or not to post?  Tired after a two night driving jag to Portland and back,  my step son was just ordained a High Priest and set apart to work on the High Counsel over the Young Women's annual trek, I honestly was to tired to think....So I sat here reading.  One of my favorite blogs.http://cmewander.blogspot.com/is written by my daughter, Christy.  She works for Clorex in Oakland and she posted a blog about what is really happening at the Occupy Oakland Movement.  I copied it for you.

This Just In

Occupy Oakland has been evicted from Frank Ogawa plaza in Downtown Oakland.

FINALLY.

My office just opened for the day (at 10:00am) because the Police decided to empty out the plaza starting this morning at 4:00.

This time it was peaceful. Thank goodness. I guess over a month of illegal camping in the city center, illegal drug use in the camp, riots, marches, broken offices, business closures and a shooting (& resulting death), piled on top of the over $700,000 per week cost for extra police enforcement this madness was costing the city finally brought Oakland's moronic mayor to her senses.

Walking from the parking garage to my building this morning I took this photo (and then had fun embellishing it with red):

Just another day at work in Oakland...


Friday, November 4, 2011

Occupy Oakland

My daughter, works around the corner from the Occupy Oakland movement. This is her post from Wednesday. It is newsworthy and gives us another viewpoint to consider. http://cmewander.blogspot.com/

 

Wednesday, November 2, 2011


Solidarity?

Yesterday I bought lunch at one of my favorite sandwich shops in downtown Oakland. If you didn't know, I work in downtown Oakland, California. The very same Oakland which has been home to the Occupy Oakland movement, and, more recently, the protests (which are growing more and more violent) in Oakland. The action is all happening literally one block from my building.

Yesterday at the lunch counter I happened on a flyer being distributed there, calling for a city-wide strike to bring about these things (among others):

-Free Healthcare
-Free Education
-Redistribution of all wealth (equally)

I was positively FLOORED. And not in a good way.

I happen to agree that, yes, America is spiraling out of control and that things are going very, very wrong politically, economically and socially. I'll be doing what I can to end this ridiculousness by voting in the next election. That's how our system works.

Today, a Wednesday, I sit at home, not because I don't have a job. Not because I'm uneducated or incapable of holding a job. Today I can't go to work and make a living for myself because an Angry Mob has threatened violence against businesses who dare to open their doors for business. I for one do NOT support angry mobs that prevent businesses from functioning with a lynch-mob communist agenda.

The "Occupy" movement, in my humble opinion, is officially out of control.

I found this fantastically penned article via a friend:


Some Belated Parental Advice to Protesters
by Marybeth Hicks
Columnist, Townhall
October 20, 2011

Call it an occupational hazard, but I can’t look at the Occupy Wall Street protesters without thinking, “Who parented these people?”

As a culture columnist, I’ve commented on the social and political ramifications of the “movement” - now known as “OWS” - whose fairyland agenda can be summarized by one of their placards: “Everything for everybody.”

Thanks to their pipe-dream platform, it’s clear there are people with serious designs on “transformational” change in America who are using the protesters like bed springs in a brothel.

Yet it’s not my role as a commentator that prompts my parenting question, but rather the fact that I’m the mother of four teens and young adults. There are some crucial life lessons that the protesters’ moms clearly have not passed along.

Here, then, are five things the OWS protesters’ mothers should have taught their children but obviously didn’t, so I will:

• Life isn’t fair. The concept of justice - that everyone should be treated fairly - is a worthy and worthwhile moral imperative on which our nation was founded. But justice and economic equality are not the same. Or, as Mick Jagger said, “You can’t always get what you want.”

No matter how you try to “level the playing field,” some people have better luck, skills, talents or connections that land them in better places. Some seem to have all the advantages in life but squander them, others play the modest hand they’re dealt and make up the difference in hard work and perseverance, and some find jobs on Wall Street and eventually buy houses in the Hamptons. Is it fair? Stupid question.

• Nothing is “free.” Protesting with signs that seek “free” college degrees and “free” health care make you look like idiots, because colleges and hospitals don’t operate on rainbows and sunshine. There is no magic money machine to tap for your meandering educational careers and “slow paths” to adulthood, and the 53 percent of taxpaying Americans owe you neither a degree nor an annual physical.

While I’m pointing out this obvious fact, here are a few other things that are not free: overtime for police officers and municipal workers, trash hauling, repairs to fixtures and property, condoms, Band-Aids and the food that inexplicably appears on the tables in your makeshift protest kitchens. Real people with real dollars are underwriting your civic temper tantrum.

• Your word is your bond. When you demonstrate to eliminate student loan debt, you are advocating precisely the lack of integrity you decry in others. Loans are made based on solemn promises to repay them. No one forces you to borrow money; you are free to choose educational pursuits that don’t require loans, or to seek technical or vocational training that allows you to support yourself and your ongoing educational goals. Also, for the record, being a college student is not a state of victimization. It’s a privilege that billions of young people around the globe would die for - literally.

• A protest is not a party. On Saturday in New York, while making a mad dash from my cab to the door of my hotel to avoid you, I saw what isn’t evident in the newsreel footage of your demonstrations: Most of you are doing this only for attention and fun. Serious people in a sober pursuit of social and political change don’t dance jigs down Sixth Avenue like attendees of a Renaissance festival. You look foolish, you smell gross, you are clearly high and you don’t seem to realize that all around you are people who deem you irrelevant.

• There are reasons you haven’t found jobs. The truth? Your tattooed necks, gouged ears, facial piercings and dirty dreadlocks are off-putting. Nonconformity for the sake of nonconformity isn’t a virtue. Occupy reality: Only 4 percent of college graduates are out of work. If you are among that 4 percent, find a mirror and face the problem. It’s not them. It’s you.
 

 Photos from: http://www.good.is/post/photos-at-occupy-oakland-a-night-of-protests-and-tear-gas/

Friday, June 24, 2011

Long Distance Birthday Wishes and Ironman 2011



Joyous Birthday Wishes to my first child today or as she used to say. Happy DirBay.
Today, she is sitting on a beach in California tanning herself and listening to the music of the waves. On Facebook I saw her post. She wrote thank-you in the sand, she is enjoying her special day. I love seeing her handwriting again.

Her father and I enjoyed a full day of work, food and wonderful friends 1000 miles away. Of course the Happy Birthday phone call isn't the same as a hug in person but this year a long distance Happy Birthday wish is real for us.

However, we did celebrate with a dinner date at Caruso's deli, a movie from Blockbuster, and chocolate covered raisins. Her father and I have been dating on Friday nights for the past 33 years. When the children were little a trip to the grocery store together without them was a treat. We've kept that tradition alive but at this point a trip to the grocery store with the children would be a treat! Strange how time changes one's viewpoint!

In the meantime:

Iron man 2011 happens this weekend. http://ironmanxc.com/ I get to help registrar triathlon athletics tomorrow morning. I met Ivanka Kuran and Mary Weidenbach who are Co-captains for the Registation Tent. Ivanka lives and works here and not only co-captains but also participates in the triathlon. She is a phyical therapist at River City Physical Therapy. Mary is from Rapid City South Dakota, She is a 1st grade teacher and this is her second year volunteering with the Ford Iron man Organization. I was given my training by these delightful women and under their tutelage I feel confident and excited about being a part of this event. More to come...

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

My East Coast Gardening with Mom


This blog is about my East Coast/West Coast Connection. I have been having such a wonderful time glorying in where I am at and what I am doing on the West coast, but I haven’t communicated about my East Coast connection.

My daughter, Christy, a multimedia editor for Clorox, writes a blog. She recently visited my mom’s farm on the East Coast and captured a verbal snapshot of a treasured memory I carry.

That of: Endless hot humid days spent listening to my mother’s slightly off key humming as she tends her garden, drinking cool water from a green tinted mason jar and pulling weeds beside her. Check out her write up at: http://cmewander.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-grandmas-garden-is-bigger-than-your.html If you click on the picture of the house at the end of a green expanse of grass you will be treated to pictures of the farm and my mom making fig jam.

Also, may I let you know that tomorrow is National Hollerin' Day. So, y’all take care now, ya hear?!