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In good company...

Aw, all nestled in with Bran on one side and Barbara on the other...

Now, behave yourselves!

3/22/2002 1:44:48 PM

The things you learn on a day off at home...

Fr'nstance, Tad (All My Children) is now a "nice guy"...

...admittedly, I am out of touch<g>.

3/22/2002 1:00:02 PM

On a much lighter note...

It seems Ciara has a reason for her absence this week...

Oh, definitely: "Good Luck!"

3/22/2002 1:52:30 AM

A serious thought or two late in the evening...

JHR posted a another thought-provoking piece about war and the aftermath of Vietnam in the context of the movie "We were soldiers...".

...some history there for those who do not wish to repeat the past.

...and learning to break cycles is something Sheila has in a two-parter this week. Rough language, but abuse is a rough topic.

"No, I just fell..."

The cycle can be broken.

It does take determination...

...and help.

3/22/2002 1:48:30 AM

Any thoughts on that?
Friday 3/22/2002 12:52:07 AM

Coloring inside the box...

Hmmm... Brandy mentioned this one the other day... It's a 'quilt' made from square links. Okay, I'm always curious about artsie stuff...

Hey, lookie: she has one with my spring colors:

Done deal; here ya' go, Ann:

Why not...
3/21/2002 10:15:43 PM

Thursday Threesome...

Onesome. See it. What is something so beautiful you have seen that the picture of it is etched into your mind, and soul, forever? Daniel. ...and Bradley. I was holding Shelley's hand during her c-sections and they lifted them out. Pretty yucky... Darned beautiful.

Twosome. Smell it. What one scent stands out in your mind as always making you feel happy and secure in your life? That slight smell of burning wood as it escapes the fireplace in the wintertime.

Threesome. Taste it. When you think of tasting, what one thing comes to mind as bliss for your taste buds? Chocolate. ...especially bridge mix with the jelly centers.

How about you?

3/21/2002 5:40:35 PM

Any thoughts on that?
Thursday 3/21/2002 5:39:53 PM

The poor, poor, little bunny...

All that's left are his feet???

The horror of it all...

3/19/2002 9:14:57 PM

Shift change...

That finally occurred at 0530 when one of the episodes made enough noise to reach Shelley's ears... The poor guy had been waking up every two hours with his stomach in knots. ...and then we'd unknot it and try for some sleep. (...and he'd been soooo good: I told him we needed to let mom sleep 'cause I knew we'd need her at full strength come morning, so he'd tiptoe in and tap me on the shoulder every time things woke him up.)

But shift change was when I found out Shelley had stomach cramps all day Monday. ...and my sister (remember the yard sale Saturday?) had also been sick Monday. Great... So we're talking virus with a forty-eight hour incubation period.

Off to bed... By this time I knew couldn't survive the work day without at least a few hours of sleep.

...and up a few hours later to find the sickly one comfortably settled on the couch bed watching TV.

"Hey, where's Mom?"

"Oh, she went to school to pick up my brother; he called and said his stomach really hurt..."

Great. I'm really looking forward to Thursday...

(Additional commentary and a shot of sickbay up on Shelley's site.)

3/19/02 5:44:43 PM

Unexpected benefits...

...of pulling an all-nighter with the kidlet include jumping into comments three seconds after someone posts.

...and making East Coasters who know you're a West Coaster wonder if you've moved overnight <g>.

Okay, we'll try this again...

3/19/2002 2:52:09 AM

Any thoughts on that?
Tuesday 3/19/2002 2:47:50 AM

Off to bed early for a change...


"Dad, I have to throw up...", complete with ominous gurgle... This over my left shoulder a few minutes ago.

"Umm, not here son; let's try for the bathroom..." Yep, all the way in, but it caught up with him about the time we got to the throw rug... (memo to self: excellent teaching tool for his brother in the morning about why mom and dad are so insistent about racking things like baseball shoes in the closet after you take them off...)

"Okay, next one, let's try for the toilet..." No problem. ...other than the lid was down.

Okay, rug, floor, toilet (with a splatter pattern almost worthy of a pic), feet, shoes, cabinet... Hey, the sink's still clean. "Okay, honey; you have the sink as your target while I start the cleanup."

...followed by the usual questions about dietary intake and such.

He's in bed now; there's a load of wash going; the floor, shoes and feet are clean. Shelley and Bradley slept through it all...

...and I can't help but wonder if I have three other time bombs ticking away here.

Oh, and even with twenty years of street medic under my belt, I still can't handle people throwing up! I doubt my stomach will settle for another hour or so <g>...


3/18/2002 11:08:01 PM

Any thoughts on that?
Monday 3/18/2002 10:46:31 PM

Well, that's enough of that for now...

Whew... I've never done a site redesign... I have created new page concepts from time to time, but I've never had the bug hit me to redo things once they're set. Yeah...

I still have a list of things to deal with, not the least of which is that I can't archive until I redo that template. ...and I want to deal with some navigation issues; but the time is up on this project for today.

...but I can post from either Windows or Linux, so that part is good. Please drop me a line if something is too hideous or unreadable. I've covered what I can; but things like viewing on a Mac are just not possible.

Catch you later...

3/17/2002 11:35:33 PM

A simple question...

The story behind "Irish Eyes" starts a month or so back when I saw a link on Sheila's site about "brushes". I dug around a little bit at a marvelous place and came away with some samples that I played with for a time...

...but since I am the consummate non-artist, I really didn't know how to put the various pieces of this puzzle together.

...but I can work with white space! So, Irish Eyes was born. One brush from Anna Sea, one font from Fontennium, and I had a splash page for the upcoming St. Patrick's day. Cool...

...until I rechecked my linkage one last time before I posted the page last night. ...and found that Anna's work had been ripped off by more than one unscrupulous thug. ...and used without the very simple linkback she'd requested.

You know... We just went through this with Miz Kitty and one of her sets... All these artists would like is an acknowledgment of their work. I just don't see a problem with that.

Is that asking too much?

3/17/2002 3:40:40 PM

Any thoughts on that?
Sunday 3/17/2002 3:21:15 PM

Too quiet...

The entire gang is over at my sister's doing the yard sale samba. The plan was for me to stay up most of the night and recode a site and edit a project for a coupla' friends. ...and sleep in until sometime in the afternoon!

Alas, 'twas not to be... I guess this week took more of a toll than I thought: I ended up in bed by 0100. <Sigh...>; I used to have more stamina than that...

So... I heard them leave and turned over for a few more hours sleep. ...and found myself awake and out of bed by 0830. How absolutely flippin' disgusting! I can't even manage to sleep in the one day that's perfect for it.

But! I missed the storm front that just came through; there's a slow fire going to take the chill off the living area; and it is the perfect morning for a nice quiet breakfast by myself.

Pity it's a little too quiet...

3/16/2002 9:38:46 AM

Any thoughts on that?
Saturday 3/16/2002 9:19:41 AM

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