Out With the Old and In With 2009

There is a saying that all good things must come to an end and so the time comes when we must all say goodbye to 2008. I am looking forward to all that 2009 has to offer. I cant say that the path is entirely clear, but I am exicted to make the journey.

To you and yours, all the best in the new year.

To You and Yours

Other Christmas Traditions

I've already shared that I am not really into the spirit this year. Not sure why, I'm just not feeling it. I think my coworker Amy picked up on it after I shrugged my shoulders when she asked me how I'd be spending my holiday break. After a quick chuckle, Amy said, "Well Jeremy and I planned on doing our Christmas Day Movie Blitz, but with Will we've not figured out how that would work. It looks like we'll be at home." Well my interest was immediately peaked, "movies," I asked. She responded, "Yup, movies. You know, tickets, start times, concessions stand, popcorn? Jeremy and I go every Christmas Day." OK, so where have I been all my life? How come, I've never thought about the movies on Christmas Day? Amy must have read my mind because she continued, "Alisia, most Jews sleep late, order Chinese carryout, and go to the movies on Christmas Day. It isn't our holiday."

I almost gave Amy a bear hug, but I didn't want her to punch me. So instead I called Michael and asked him if he'd like to become Jewish with me for the day. We'd do it up. Waffles and turkey bacon in our pj's in the morning. It's A Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th Street on TV (commercials included) for the afternoon. Then we'd order greasy spoon Chinese food for dinner. He loved the idea! Yeah for me. I think it was easier for him to agree as his family are all back in Kansas.

Now you may ask, dear faithful reader (lol), what about Christmas with your family? Yeah, yeah, yeah...I'll make the rounds. (Much) later in the day (evening)...for dessert and quick hellos.

It may turn out to be a merry Christmas, afterall.

Lolita Wine Glasses

are my new muse. I used one at a friend's Holiday Party. My friend had the neatest idea, she assigned each guest a glass. The guys got a pilsner glass (more manly you see) and the ladies got a wine glass. As each glass has a different design, no ones glass got confused with the next persons. Each person was able to keep track of their own glass for the night. My friend assigned glasses based on what each person was known for. One of the other party guests (another friend) was given the Fashionista glass, another got the glass with the 18th hole on it. The glasses covered all the basis: they were functional, utilitarian and festive all at the same time.

I drank out of the one to the left at the party and the one I ordered for myself arrived today. I think the glass is fitting, as anyone who knows me knows that I live in sandals....well I live in them up until the first frost.

I've made a list of the other glasses I'd like to add to the one I just got. I'll treat myself from time to time. I'm thinking a finish line one (if they even have one) for after the Shamrock in March.

One More Again

It's official! I registered. Cant turn back now. Yuengling at the finish line isnt bad incentive either. I didnt register with a charity partner, so for now it is all about me and the running. I'll keep the 2 of your that keep up with this blog posted.

Bonefish Grill

I started with hot baked bread with homemade pesto. Then I followed with the Chilean Sea Bass with Jasmine Rice and steamed green beans. I sipped on Chateau Ste. Michelle, Riesling. Michael had the Mussels Josephine to start. Then he followed with the Mahi Mahi with Jasmine Rice and asparagus. We both left stuffed and Laurel (our server) packaged my to go box (with the cutest hand drawn fish bone illustrations on it) and thanked us for coming. She asked us to come again.

Laurel, we will definitely be back. Check them out if you can. http://www.bonefishgrill.com

The Holiday Spirit

I'm not into it this year....sigh. But I don't think the rest of the world around me is either. I signed up for the Secret Pal Gift Exchange at work. My pal hasn't done very well. The office Holiday Potluck has gone up...only 3 people have signed up. Jess and I went to the mall yesterday and it was empty. Seriously, no one was in any of the stores! No one was in line to see Santa!

One bright spot was that Stacy hosted her holiday party! What a blast! I didn't stay long, but she had a great crowd. Stacy has always had the ability to befriend a wide range of people. I mean everyone from grade school to retirement home. A representative from each group was in attendance at her party. The food was great and the music was fun. I loved it!

Today, I am going to try and continue the momentum that Stacy began. I am going to have lunch with Michael at Bonefish Grille. Afterwards, I am going to see if I can find some mistletoe.

Dreams Realized

Went to Indy this weekend and saw Danny. I am happy to report that he is happy and doing well. He has settled in well with his girlfriend. Their new home is cute and rather cozy. One thing that struck me during my visit is that Danny is happy as a lark. He is happy because he is living and he is living well. Living well does not mean that he is swimming in money (although in this economy he isnt doing badly). He is living well because he is happy by simply being and doing what he loves to do. So many people can only dream of being so lucky.

I promised to return soon for another visit. I've already worked it out. I'll be back when it isnt so cold.

La Tosca!

Black Friday seemed like the best time to go and check out the newest rage at the Baltimore's Inner Harbor Pratt Street Pavillion. Tara's birthday was the appropriate occasion. Reservations were set for 7:30 pm, although the place was almost empty, so I am sure that whenever we all arrived would have been alright.

Our party began at the bar. Almost everyone (except me) took advantage of the 1/2 price Sangria special. I am not a fan of sangria, but I am a fan of Moscatel, so I got a glass. As usual...yummo! BTW: In the name of full disclosure, I must disclose that I had 3 glasses of Sweet Espumoso de Moscatel Flare N/V, Valencia.

When we decided that we had started the party just right, we were seated and the tapas began to arrive at the table. Pan de Ajo (garlic bread) and Ensalada de Espinacas, Almendras y Queso Cabrales (Spinach Salad with almonds and Cabrales cheese) were the bomb. I am sorry to report that the menu kind of went down hill after that. Well, no, the chicken in wine sauce was awesome, too. I am not a fan of fried food, so the eggplant was not cool. Also the potatoes with garlic mayonnaise would have been alright, if it didn't arrive cold. The other guest raved about the calamari and the shrimp (which were gigantic), but I don't eat shellfish. We were all full by the time the meatballs in marina sauce arrived at our table (I did manage to taste one and I've had better), so I am not sure what we would have done had we ordered Paella. Of course, La Tosca is known around these parts for its paella and that is what we didn't get to taste...ironic, huh?

The bartender (William) knew his stock, but lacked mixing knowledge. I felt kind of bad that we had to send the White Russian back...twice. I don't think Will ever got it right, so we ordered more Sangria. The decor was nice. I like that we were able to overlook the water. I am not sure if we would have been listening to New Aged chant music if we were in a tapas bar in Spain, but one never knows.

I wont say don't try La Tosca. It is understandable if you use them as a substitute if you want Spanish food and just can gather the funds together to fly to Spain. Just know that you wont have awesome food. But that is so it goes, sometimes, when you try to brand a people and its cuisine.

Here is there link: http://www.latascausa.com/index.cfm

The More Things Change, The More They Stay the Same

The person that first said that should've been given some sort of prize, as that is the most authentic saying out there. Thanksgiving 2008 will go down in the history books as a good time.

What changed? The Venue. We were all at Paulette and Sam's house. Another change? We were the adults and we had the kids (well some of us had kids). What else was different is that we had different hairstyles, varying degrees of body sizes, new jobs, new stories & gossip to tell. Complaints flew about the Halftime Show.

Now you may ask, what things were the same? Dinner began at 3. The first guest arrived at 3:25 with the usual "explanations" and the last guest arrived as I was leaving (can you imagine?). I swore that, "this is my last time planning anything for you people." We still laughed our assess off. We ate until we were literally going to bust (I might add that Paulette and I outdid ourselves...smile). Daddy still managed to monopolized the ears of one poor guest (whose name I never got) with his usual: religion and politics. The kids screamed and laughed and tattle-tailed (kinda like we did when we were there ages). We pulled out out Tupperware containers and aluminum foil. Michael got the ham bone. We planned how we were gonna spend Christmas.

Thanksgiving 2008 was a success. Indeed, there is a God.

Taking Risks

I don't like to take risks. The "Go Big or Go Home" people of the world scare the hell out of me. My question is why take the risk? The answer is simply that you can't enjoy the rewards of success unless you put yourself out there. So here goes:

1. My older sister and I are the hosts.
2. I have written & put the invitations in the mail.
3. My sister is in charge of securing the venue.
4. We both planned the menu.
5. Adult games, rules for conversation, kids circle & game room complete.
6. The time is set for 2:30 pm
7. RSVP dates have been set.
8. My older sister and I have prayed.

Thanksgiving 2008 is now in the hands of God.

And So...

It has finally hit me that I can only control my actions and that I can not control the actions of others. Did you say, "Duh"? I mean in my head I knew this, but I didnt really know it until it hit me while I was running past South River Colony this morning during the Cold Turkey 10K. I was running and I heard another runner tell her running partner (I will assume a friend), "Honey, you can only control your own feet. Another person cant make you go any faster or slower. Only you can do that." I adjusted my head phones and ran past the both of them. The words you can only control your own feet stayed with me until I got to the last 100 yards and made the mad dash to the finish line.

Thank you fellow runner for helping me understand that:
1. I can control how fast I go.
2. I can only control my reactions to Mom and Dad's behavior during Thanksgiving Dinner. I will ask them to leave their usual antics at the door and pray that they do.
3. I can control my reaction to DK at work. I will choose to close my ears to all things negative that comes from him.
4. I can only control my reactions to Michael. I will choose to speak up and if it doesn't work...move on.
5. I can always count on me because I can guarantee that I'll be fine.
6. I can only control my behavior and not the behavior of others.

And so I've come to understand that one more of those metaphors about running and life is true. Thanks, my fellow runner, where ever you are this afternoon. BTW: I finished this 10K a whole 9 minutes faster than my 10K time during the Marathon. We-Hee!

I Never Thought I Would Live to See the Day

As a kid I use hear kids like me say, "I wanna be President when I grow up." You always responded with "of course", but in your heart, you really didn't believe it. Last night, the world got to witness history in the making. Now when little kids say, "I wanna be President." I can really say (and believe), "Yes! You can!"

I marveled at the elation of the people in this country. I mean who would have ever imagined people dancing in the streets in front of The White House? What really has left me speechless is the celebration of people from around the world.

I am proud! I am excited! I have lived to see America renew the hopes of its promise.

I Can Tell the Next Generation...

That I did my part in the historic 2008 Election! There was no line. I was in and out in less than 10 minutes. But I had to take stock of all the parents that had their children with them. They all wanted to be the example that their children would one day emulate (we can all hope). It was really wonderful to see.

No matter which side you are on, I hope that you went out and let your voices be heard.

Goblins, Pumpkins, and Plenty of Treats

Another Halloween has come and gone. The last of the Trick or Treaters have made their way home to take stock of all the candy they have collected. I celebrated the holiday with 2 glasses of Zinfandel at happy hour. There are only 2 things I don't like about Halloween. The first is trying to estimate exactly how much candy I need, so that I have no overages. The second is trying to resist eating said overages.

At least I will be in the gym in the morning.

It is done...

in 5:05. That is what it said when I came across the finish line at The Marine Corps Marathon. Now according to the Marine at the finish line when my official time is posted (in 72 hours), my time will be less than that because the clock at the finish is the race clock. Since we all didn't start at the same time (I came across the start line 5-6 minutes after the Marathon actually began), my time has to be adjusted accordingly.

Miles 1-9 were grueling! The hills were unlike anything I have ever seen. Miles 10-23 were alright. I cried from mile 24 to the finish. I am not sure where the emotions came from. They just rushed me and I sobbed the entire way to the finish. One the very last hill (about .2 miles), my charity sponsor's trainer Kathy literally ran with me. I was grateful as I didn't think I'd have been able to do it without her.

I am sore and tired. But I feel good. I even got a cool medal for all my trouble.

E-Mail Stress Disorder

I think I have it.

No I am serious. At 7 this morning I turned on my computer and logged into my email and noticed that I had 47 emails. OK, so 47 emails isn't really a large number...that is if 47 is the number you have gathered over the course of a few days. Of course, that wasn't the case with me. I checked my email just 6 hours previously and I had 0 emails in my inbox. Then I got sick to my stomach because I realized that I was checking my email at 1 o'clock in the morning.

Email is supposed to make life easier. It is supposed to make life more convenient. It is supposed to keep you in touch. How come I don't feel like that is the case?

So what is a person to do when you are feeling like you are overloaded with emails? I went to "the experts" (to be read the Internet). Here is what I found:
1. Filter for important email
2. Chunk email checking and responding times
3. Stop checking every minute

I surmise that the "experts" forgot #4, so I've added it to the list:

4. Don't be afraid to use the Delete button.

I Love...

Tina Fey. She is hysterical! More than that she is reallly smart. Hysterical and smart. You cant beat that. She left Saturday Night Live to do 30 Rock and most of us (including me) held our collective breaths. But she has joined the ranks of Eddie Murphy, Dan Aykroid, Bill Murray, Gilda Radner, Phil Hartman, Dana Carvey, Chris Rock. They have been able to go on to do big things outside of SNL. You can see that I could go on.

She is damned funny. Thank you Tina Fey for making the last days of this election cycle bearable.

Here's What I Think....

This is the conclusion I have drawn in the last few days about the campaign. November 5, 2008 can't get here soon enough.

A Nice Suprise

So all of you readers (the 2 of you) know that on October 26th I'll be running the Marine Corps Marathon. In order to get a spot in the popular marathons, one must have a charity sponsor. You raise money for them, you get training and nutritional support from their team trainers. I am running for Fisher House Foundation.

My goal was to raise $1000. To say the fundraising has been slow is an understatement. People that I knew were financial guarantees fell through. People that I didn't expect stepped up. That wasn't more evident until a co-worker walked up to me today and handed me 3 checks, totalling $250. I am now $45 dollars off of meeting my goal.

Thanks Diana.

To see more on my great charity click http://www.fisherhouse.org/

Saturday Field Trip

I am a Wegmans convert. Today, a friend and I made the trek to Hunt Valley Town Center and spent the afternoon inside. I've been told that going to Wegmans was an experience, but I had no idea. Before we arrived, I asked my friend what was the big deal, I mean there are nice grocery stores around. Her answer, "Yes there are grocery stores and then there is Wegmans." I should have known when my friend suggested that we have lunch inside before we did any grocery shopping that she may have had a point.

How right she was. My lunch came from the Asian Bistro, my friends lunch from the sandwich shop. Our table overlooked the patisserie (later I got fresh snickerdoodle cookies from there). After lunch, we perused the kosher area, then we walked up and down the organic foods. My friend persuaded me into going to the cheese and olive bar, I passed on the Gorgonzola. The Tea Shoppe was amazing. Pat, the general merchandise manager, gave me 4 jars of pickled beets because he didn't have any on the shelf when I came by to get them. I spent $4.22 in the Candy Store (inside Wegmans) on Bit-o-Honey and Mary Janes.

I made sure that I picked up a little something to eat for tonite's before I left Wegmans. Made to order sushi (made with brown rice) seemed to be the ticket.

On This Evening...A List

1. Alton Brown's new show Feasting on Waves is now a favorite of mine.
2. I have less than 6 weeks to go until the Marine Corps Marathon.
3. Life, for me, is indeed a cycle. I have lost touch with a second set of my married friends. Unlike the first group, I am not that hurt.
4. I am physically strong. My knew motto is: Better, Stronger, Faster.
5. My new addiction is local wines. I am really digging this Pennsylvania wine called Liberty White. Yummy!
6. I am bored with teaching. I am mortified that I am even able to utter the words.
7. I love learning. It doesn't matter what it is, learning is just plane old fun.
8. I am a closet style & fashion junkie.
9. Laughing is indeed the best medicine.
10. God has given me many blessings and I am grateful.
11. I have come to detest people that are without honor.
12. I am at peace doing quiet and solitary things.

That is all.

I Wanna Be like Dana

Oprah's season premier featured 175 Olympic Athletes fresh from Beijing. Yes, Oprah talked with Micheal Phelps, she interviewed the Redeem (Men's Basketball) Team, the Beach Volleyball chicks, and all the gymnasts. But by far my favorite was 41 year old swimmer (and silver medalist) Dana Torres.

She said one thing during her interview that really stuck with me. When asked about her age and competitive swimming, Dana responded, "the water doesn't know how old you are." When asked if she would continue to swim and perhaps try for the 2012 Olympics, she said, "After an Olympics I usually want nothing to do with water for a while, but now I kinda feel like I want to keep going."

Dana is my hero.

My Birthday

Another Birthday has come and gone. I am a year older. I feel a bit wiser. Well, kinda. On sour note, I worked all day on my birthday. Because I had to do Back to School Night the work day was even longer.

I did manage to do something nice for myself in the one hour break that I got on my birthday. I got a spa pedicure. I love those things. My toe nails are bright neon pink. My big toes have hand painted flowers on them. The guy who did my pedicure said I didn't have to pay. Smile.

Today's Funny

This hilarious drawing is courtesy of Patrick Moberg and you can find his work at http://www.patrickmoberg.com/

Oye Vay!

The first week of school is over. Thank God! I only really worked 4 days and can I tell you, I feel like it is June or something? The Gods (or devils) must have it out for me.
1. I have two sections of journalism, but half of the kids in both sections are in it, "because my counselor just put me in it. I didn't sign up for it." <---what is that about?
2. I can see that Yearbook is going to get on my nerves. But it isn't for the reason that you may think. Let's see: Staff, check. Staff that wants to actually be in Yearbook, check. Theme chosen, check. DSL's chosen, check. Cover designed, check. Advertisement posters ideas pitched and posters created, check. Ladder completed, check. Faculty photo notifications written and distributed, check. Lab to send, upload and begin building book....ummmm.....Grrrr. Our Master Scheduler (I am using master very loosely) seems to get dumber with the passing of each school year. Check this. He scheduled both Yearbook and Newspaper during the same period in the same lab. That wouldn't be so bad if we had enough computers for everyone. But we only have software licenses for 10 computers...I have 14 kids in Yearbook alone! The poor Newspaper teacher hasn't stopped laughing.
3. My new Literature kids are very chatty and rather immature. The summer assignments I received from them are abysmally sad looking. I can't bring myself to even read them.
4. My principal and one of my AP's have managed to stop by everyday this week. I guess they are making up for the past 10 years that they hadn't stopped by (even when I begged them to) and getting a few in for this year also.
5. I met my student teacher. She seems nice. She has painted on eyebrows. It is kinda odd looking.

I need a very large glass of wine. I will have one after my long run tomorrow.

Big Up fi mi Countryman!

The footage from Beijing's Birds Nest has been off the hook! That is all!

I've Superiorly Performed...

and I got a very stylish, 8x10 inch wooden placard and a letter to prove it! Walsworth (the company that publishes my yearbook) sent it to me during the summer. I got it today at school, along with all of my other summer mail. Being the suspicious person that I am, I asked around if everyone gets such a nice placard at the end of a publishing season. I was pleasantly surprised when I was told no. My rookie year wasn't all bad. Along with a bigger, better, and profit making book, I'd like to get another placard for my sophomore year.

So you asked (I know you did, so I am just answering) what did I do (exactly) to get such recognition. The answer (hold on to something, this one is big): I turned in everything...on time. LOL!

Speaking of superior performance. I am now up to 15 miles on my long runs. I have also past the 50% mark on my fundraising goal.

Mi Free Paypah Bun

is a Jamaican expression that means (roughly), "time is up". My time ran out at precisely 1 pm today when I had to report to The Professional Development Center to be professionally developed. I guess I should be grateful. I was able to make my grocery list, my Office Depot list, my weekend 'to do' list, and my 'once I report to school, I have to do' list. At least I feel like I am organized to begin my 15th school year.

Sigh....my summer is over.

Locals Makes History

Congrats to Michael, Katie, Principal Debbie and the entire staff at the North Baltimore Aquatic Club. I know that there is magic in those lanes.

A Family Affair

This past weekend I was an invited guest at the Wilkins Family Reunion in Kansas City, Kansas (yes, I wrote Kansas). What a great time. I laughed plenty. Drank Plenty (although not as much as the members of the Wilkins Family). Ate plenty (OK, I am now a Kansas BBQ convert). Took hundreds of pictures (I can't wait to upload them into the digital picture frame).

When I boarded my Delta flight to come home I left Kansas City, Kansas with the warm fuzzies that you get after getting a hug from your own mom and/or dad. Or, the hug you remembered from grandma or grandpa. I left with the renewed understanding and appreciation that life is all about family. Indeed.

Thanks Michael David.

Liberdade

In Portuguese it means "freedom". Liberdade (pronounced: Li-ber-dad-gee) is in Sao Paulo, Brazil and it is the largest Japanese community (in the world) outside of Japan. It reminds me of Chinatown in DC and New York. I really got mixed up, however, because everything was in Japanese and Portuguese (oh boy). Thank God I am great at pointing and nodding 'yes' and 'no'. I also think I have a nice smile.

I went to Liberdade at my hosts suggestion. They know that I am into street markets (of all kinds). Liberdade closes its main street on Saturdays and Sundays and holds a street market. Vendors sell until whatever they have (everything from fresh fruit, jewelry to kabobs) is all gone.

On a funny note....

I didn't venture inside to see if the #1 was the same. The line was much to long.

Good Eats

It's called Feijoada and I ate it yesterday (for the second time since arriving in Brazil). Feijoada is the Brazilian national dish. It is so good. It is served on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons in homes and every restaurant (from the hole in the wall to the 5 star) across Brazil. So far I have figured out that eating Feijoada on Saturdays is better. It is better because you have the afternoon to sleep it off. Maybe I shouldn't have written that last part.

According to Brazilian history, Feijoada is a dish that was introduced to Brazil by African slaves. Slaves use to take leftover (scrap) pieces of their owners' pork and other meats and would stew it with black beans. It is served with rice, kale (or collard greens), plantains, roasted manioc flour, and oranges. You are supposed to have Caipirinha (limes, sugar, and sugar cane brandy over ice) or beer when you have Feijoada. I chose the former, as I am not a beer drinker.

I am sure that this dish is fattening. Anything that tastes this good usually is.

Note to self: In the morning run an extra mile to make up for the good eats.

I was Born in Bahia

In my former life. No, truly. How else can I explain how I know the culture, feel a deep routed connection to the people, and know the land, except to say that I've been here before? Anyone who has done any traveling knows what it is like being in a new place. They know the feeling of nervous excitement. They know the anticipation of getting lost, asking for directions, having high hopes, having pleasant surprises, and dashed expectations. They know the feeling of being at home (in the hotel) for the time being. Multiply all of that times 100 if there is a language barrier.

I have had none of those feelings since my arrival in Salvador. That discovery has been fascinating in the sense that I am not bothered by it. Fascinating in the sense that it is almost as if I already knew my reaction to Bahia would be this way. I am totally OK (after I got over being weirded out about my feelings of 'I've been here before') with just letting my soul figure out where I am going. I am OK with just exploring and discovering and knowing that I am OK here.

I am sure that the connection to Bahia is it's turbulent history, its food, its music, its struggles, its triumphs, its people, and my belief in its future.

My hosts have been truly gracious and have opened there home and hearts to me. Paula and Natto, I almost cannot fathom having to leave you. You are my family.

Compelling Television

In my opinion, TV in the summer doesn't really offer much. I mean reruns and the barrage of reality shows just doesn't do it for me. But I have to admit that over the past 2 weeks, I have been glued to the tube.

Christie Brinkley's divorce from Peter Cook has been riveting. I mean it has sex (Peter with the 18 year old and the porn), it had intrigue (you mean you didn't want to know why Christie was walking around with the dinosaur diorama?), and it provided the media outlets with enough sound bites to take them until the A-Rod trial kicks into high gear. On a sad note, Peter got 2 million of Christie's estimated 60 million and visitation rights. On a good note, Christie has reportedly said that she will never marry again.

Jamie Lynn had a baby girl. I am happy for her. I just hope that all the girls out there that think they can do it because Jamie has done it just remembers that Jamie has money, an infamous millionaire sister, and people that want to pay her for baby pictures.

A Red Sox fan and a stripper came on a television "news" magazine to say that they weren't surprised that Alex Rodriquez was getting a divorce. They wanted to know what took his wife so long to file.

They were asked if they felt bad about the role they may have played in the marriage breakup. I am happy to report that the Red Sox fan said she wished A-Rod well.

What a lovely family! I watched the interview on Access Hollywood. What a coup for Maria Manounos! Seeing clips of the interview on FOX, CBS, ABC, MSNBC, Bloomberg News, CNN, The View, Regis & Kelly was a little creepy.

One More Thing to Take Off the List

Everyone knows this is the famous statue called Christ the Redeemer, which sits atop Corcovado Mountain overlooking Rio de Janeiro. It is also one of the New 7 Wonders of the World.

At this stage in my life, I have come to realize that I only get one life and I have to live it to it's fullest. A part of that living is seeing all of these wonders for myself, so I will make the trek to Rio on Tuesday the 15th.

I've decided to take this trek alone this time, so much of my life (these days) seems to be this way. It is alright though, I am sure that the Gods have some plan in the works and all of this alone time is the prep work for it.

In addition to seeing the sights which include Salvador and Sao Paulo, I plan to do some serious eating. I will keep everyone (all 2 of you that read this blog) posted.

Lazy Hazy Days

I love summer for just that reason. July 4th, I decided that everyone would come to me for eating, drinking (none for me though...I had a long run the next morning), and laughs. No invites were issued. I used technology to spread the word....general text messages. The text read, "Looks like its gonna be @ my pad. It starts @ 2 n' will end at 3 if y'all don't show by 2.30. Bring what you want to eat."

It worked...(smile).

Michael ran the grill. I think I have a crush on him now. Smile.
Amanda had dessert. She really needs to open a shop. She had her "Betrothed" with her.
Sarah showed up looking like she just left the runway during NYC's Fashion Week. She still hasn't told everyone where she was going. She came with Cruz.
Dalila made her grand entrance...of course way after she was told to arrive.
Odelia our family's resident nut. She is absolutely hilarious. Her latest CD single was cool.
Debbyann arrived 1st. I should have given her a prize.
Paulette arrived with Ms. Marissa. OMG, I had no idea that Marissa could put down potato salad like that!!!
Trudy arrived after everyone left, so we spent quiet time eating the grilled lamb that Michael made for us...yummo.

Then the kids....Jaylynn, Ariel, Ty'Heil, Caleb, Malachi, Marissa (I mentioned her already) and PJ (who let me know that she gained 3 pounds). I was exausted just by looking at them.

We laughed, looked at old family photos, ate (and ate and ate) great food, listened to music, caught up and had a good time.

Life is a Marathon

How many times have you heard this one? I have come to understand exactly what this means. Training is going well. I am up to 9 miles on my long runs, which makes the short runs seem like a breeze. During the long runs I entertain myself with music (boy those IPOD Playlists come in handy), I look at the sites along the trail (I ran by the most beautiful horse farm 2 weeks ago), and I think. I think about all kinds of things. I think about how lucky I am. I think about how far I've come (and how far I still have to go) both on the run and in my real life.

While it is very easy for me to get overwhelmed with the how far I still have to go during my long runs, there is something that clicks in me and says, "ILP, take one more step." Then I do. Then that something says, "Take another step." Then I do. Before I know it I have finished my run and wonder why I was so overwhelmed in the first place.

Party Like It's 1984

This past weekend was a weekend that I needed and was definitely a long time in the making. I was invited to a 40th Birthday Party on Saturday. All attendees were required to dress in their best rags from the 70's or 80's. I decided on 70's Hippie. My date (and everyone else for that matter) did 80's Crush Groove. The evening was full eating, dancing (Lord, that is another blog), and reminiscing about the the past.

Do you remember...

1. Now and Laters
2. Pop Rocks
3. Boston Baked Beans
4. Lemon Heads
5. Sugar Daddy's
6. Charleston Chews
7. Candy Cigarettes
8. Mary Janes

What about....

1. Crush Groove
2. Fat Boys
3. Run DMC
4. Purple Rain (God, I love that movie)
5. Asymmetric Hair Cut
6. Bamboo Earrings
7. Human Beat Box
8. Adidas Outfits
9. Madonna
10. Flashdance

Kung Fu Panda

While it wasn't Beauty and the Beast or my absolute favorite The Little Mermaid, Kung Fu Panda was a cute one. This story about Po (voiced by Jack Black) who dreams of being trained by the greatest Kung Fu master in all of the Valley of Peace. The only problem is that he is a clumsy and very overweight panda. Yeah, yeah as the plot would have it, Po is the "Dragon Warrior" (of course he doesn't know it) and is destined to fight the Evil One (Tai Lung) and save all of the valley. Po just has to overcome his many obstacles: he doesn't know any Kung Fu, he doesn't have any confidence in himself and he has to gain the support and trust of everyone.

Typical storyline, but I won't ruin it for you. I mentioned Kung Fu Panda because it was a film that your entire family can see. It didn't have any adult innuendos or sex themes. The film was funny in all the right (typical) places and parents can rest assured that they won't have to explain anything to the little ones when the film is over.

Wisdoms of Our Fathers

Yesterday, the world lost a great, great man. Tim Russert the Washington, DC Bureau Chief and Moderator of Meet the Press died of a sudden and massive heart attack. He died doing what he loved to do. He died preparing for his show Meet the Press.

As a child of the Washington, DC news circuit, Tim Russert's face was one of those faces you expected to see. You expected to see him because he was a local guy. He was a good guy. You expected to see him on your television, asking some politician to explain the various inconsistencies in their words. Whether he was talking to our local mayor or the President, we could always depend on Tim to be stern but kind. We knew he would be direct and at the same time comforting.

What is so overwhelmingly poignant is that he has passed and right before Father's Day. It is so poignant because people who knew Tim knew that he loved his family. He made us all love his dad (Big Russ) and his own son (Luke). He lived for those two men.

With his sudden loss, I can say that Tim Russert has taught me a lesson in the way he lived his life. He has taught me to live my life being accountable to something and to someone. He has taught me to hold others accountable as well. He has also reminded me that life is so very short and that it sometimes takes us down unexpected roads. Mr. Russert has reminded me that we should continue to embrace life...live.

Tim Russert, it has certainly been a pleasure, you were a wise man indeed. A father figure to us all. You will be missed.

My New Crown

For the summer I have decided to try something different with my hair. I've decided to get it braided. I grappled (for weeks) with what kind of style I would get and who I would get to do it. Once I decided what I wanted and who was going to do it, I had to then find out what was required to get the style. K (the lady that braided my hair and also does my cousin's hair) told me that I was going to need 2 packs of Yaki 100% Human Hair. I almost fell back when the man in the beauty supply shop told me the hair would cost me $49.99 a pack! But since I was dealing with my hair, I absorbed the shock and plunked down the $106. I got a darker version of the bundle pictured below.

I interviewed every person (their mother, my cousin, and the neighbor) who I have ever seen with their hair braided. I wanted to know everything, even though I already did my own research online. How long does it take to have your hair braided? How long does it last? What kind of shampoo will I need to wash my hair? Does the process hurt? What should I be aware of? After arming myself with all the info I thought I needed...I took the plunge.

Yesterday was the day. K started braiding my hair at 8:15 am and she finished at 2:45 pm. I didn't use all of the hair she made me buy, but I don't have enough left over to return what I didn't use. When she was done I thought I might have needed a Tylenol, but I resisted. I don't know if I like it yet. Is that bad? I have it styled like the model in the picture.

My Stomach Hurts...

and that is because I have been laughing non stop for about an hour. It is no secret that I love to laugh. Laughter is indeed good. I just finished reading every single entry of my latest muse Stuff Christians Like. The author of this blog is a Christian, but he isn't an ordinary one. He is actually... funny. My biggest complaint about people in the Christian faith is that they are way too serious when it comes to the presentation of their message. Prodigal Jon (yep, that's his name. See I told you he was funny.) has a lot to say. The entries about Evander Holyfield and Butt Wear are hysterical. A lot of what he has to say is serious, but he doesn't take himself to seriously. I like that. His message comes across much better for it. Check out Prodigal Jon when you get a chance, click on the link under my favorites.

Headlines in Sports

I am not really a sport fanatic, but I try to keep up so that I can participate in the conversations at the water cooler. These are the conversations that I will participate in this upcoming week.

Farewell to Jim McKay, the man who made me having to watch sports on television as a kid tolerable. He is the man who made the phrase "the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat," enter pop culture. As an adult, it has amazed me that I have held all other sportscasters to the standard that he has set. GOLD.

The Record that Wasnt to Be. Big Brown came in dead last at the Belmont Stakes. His odds of winning Belmont was 1-4. Maybe we will have a Triple Crown winner next year.

Barry Bonds and his lawyers entered not guilty pleas on all 15 of the various charges stemming from the 2003 Steriod Investigation. He ended the season last year a free agent. The 2008 Season is underway and every team decided to pass.

The Home Stretch

I can see it. I can see the end of the 2007-2008 school year coming to a close.

I could talk about all the wonderful students I had. How the time flew by. All the laughs and wonderful teaching moments that occurred. Maybe next week, after I get to sleep for 12 hours straight, I'll be able to do that.

Right now I am just plain exhausted and need to concentrate, so that I can cross the finish line.

That is all I have to say about that.

Memorial Day 2008

No matter what your personal feelings are on the war in Afghanistan and Iraq, you have to respect the men and women who have signed up to fight in America's name. I am home right now (after just having left a gathering with friends) and my mind turns to those who will no longer be able gather with friends. They shouldn't be forgotten.

LCPL Patrick R. Adle Bel Air
LCPL Norman W. Anderson III Parkton
PV2 Michael V. Bailey Waldorf
SPC Thomas J. Barbieri II Gaithersburg
CPL Samuel M. Boswell Elkridge
SFC Collin J. Bowen Millersville
LCPL David M. Branning Cockeysville
SPC Ari D. Brown-Weeks Glen Burnie
CPL Dale A. Burger Bel Air
SPC Armer N. Burkart Rockville
SGT Jonathan D. Cadavero Takoma Park
CPL Eric T. Caldwell Salisbury
SSG Damion G. Campbell Baltimore
FN Jakia S. Cannon Baltimore
SGT Alessandro Carbonaro Bethesda
CPL Bernard L. Ceo Baltimore
SSGT Walter F. Cohee III Mardela Springs
SGT Brian R. Conner Baltimore
CPL Brandon M. Craig Earleville
SSG Heathe N. Craig Severn
PV1 Brandon L. Davis Cumberland
SGT David J. Davis Mount Airy
PFC Justin R. Davis Gaithersburg
CPT John R. Dennison Ijamsville
SPC Thomas K. Doerflinger Silver Spring
SSG Jeremy W. Doyle Chestertown
PFC Amy A. Duerksen Aberdeen
SPC Raymond J. Faulstich Jr. Leonardtown
SSG Marion Flint Jr. Baltimore
SPC Jason C. Ford Bowie
SGT Maurice K. Fortune Forestville
SGT Kendell K. Frederick Randallstown
CW3 Thomas J. Gibbons Edgewater
SGM Cornell W. Gilmore I Baltimore
SPC Toccara R. Green Rosedale
PFC Robert A. Guy Willards
CSM Roger W. Haller Davidsonville
PFC Jonathan V. Hamm Baltimore
SSG Marlon B. Harper Baltimore
SPC Erik W. Hayes Cascade
SGT Edelman L. Hernandez Hyattsville
SSG Robert Hernandez Silver Spring
LCPL Eric W. Herzberg Severna Park
LCPL James W. Higgins Jr. Thurmont
PFC Eric M. Kavanagh Glen Burnie
PO2 Edward A. Koth Lutherville
SGT Thomas L. Latham Delmar
SSG Jay E. Martin Baltimore
SPC Micheal B. Matlock Jr. Glen Burnie
SSG Michael J. McMullen Salisbury
CPL Jason D. Mileo Pasadena
SPC George A. Mitchell Jr. Rawlings
CPT Adam G. Mooney Cambridge
SSG Christopher O. Moudry Baltimore
SGT Casey W. Nash Essex
1LT Gwilym J. Newman Waldorf
CPL Jennifer M. Parcell Bel Air
SSG James L. Pettaway Jr. Baltimore
SPC Michael J. Potocki Baltimore
CW3 Bruce E. Price Chevy Chase
SFC Neil A. Prince Baltimore
PO2 David S. Roddy Aberdeen
PO3 Manuel A. Ruiz Federalsburg
SGT Princess C. Samuels Mitchellville
CPL Joshua D. Snyder Hampstead
LCPL Matthew A. Snyder Finksburg
PFC Bryan N. Spry Chestertown
LCPL Michael L. Starr Jr. Baltimore
SFC James J. Stoddard Jr. Constantinople
SSG Christopher W. Swanson Rose Haven
SSG Jeffery C. Walker Havre de Grace
CPL Matthew P. Wallace Lexington Park
SSGT Kendall D. Waters-Bey Baltimore
CPL Justin J. Watts Crownsville
SSGT Dwayne E. Williams Baltimore
Maj. Douglas A. Zembiec Annapolis
CPL Nicholas L. Ziolkowski Towson

I'm In Love with Chris Matthews

Everyone who knows me, knows that I am a news junkie. I'm a junkie not because I am interested in the "fine, fair and balanced reporting" that I am probably not getting. I am a junkie because I love the drama, the tag lines, the attention getters and one liners that these reporters use to get the ratings. I love the showmanship. "Hillary lashes out against Obama, Hanna Montana speaks out about the drama of the photos. Star vs. Barbara. " Oh and let's not forget that the coverage is....LIVE (from one place or another).

Chris Matthews is different. He tells it like it is. He says what other folks won't say and he says it to the very people I have absolutely no trust or love for: Politricktians.

Today on the Chris Matthews Show, Chris basically broke it down for the audience (and his panel). He let us know what any politician running for President has to do in order to get elected. Here it is in a nutshell:

1. Tell Teachers that you will pay them more and cut out performance testing.
2. Tell Factory/Blue Collar workers that you will give them jobs and not send them over seas.
3. Tell Jews that you support Israel.
4. Tell women that you support Choice

5. Tell Blacks that you understand Slavery and that you support Civil Rights and equality.

Chris went on to say, "Every person running for political office knows this, how come this seems to be escaping Obama?"

God, I love Chris Matthews.

The Odd Thing about Today

I was in the grocery store this morning trying to decide which Mrs. Butterworth Pancake Syrup I was going to get, when a man said, "Excuse me Baby, can I get by you? Happy Mother's Day to you." OK, so this gentleman may have assumed (innocently) that I was a mom, so I said thank you and continued weighing my syrup options.

I ended up picking up a bottle of Karo Syrup instead and headed to the cashier. It was my turn to pay. The cashier greeted me, "Happy Mother's Day. You shouldn't be in here buying this today." He smiled and gave me my total. I payed. At the end of the transaction, the cashier handed me back my change and then said, "Now you go home and put your feet up. Enjoy the rest of your Mother's Day."

On my way to the car, I began to wonder, what does a "mother" look like? I don't "look" like one. Surely it isn't a coincidence that two men in a row assumed that I was a mom. Or maybe they were just playing it safe and wishing every female they saw a happy day?

The answer I settled on is that these men sensed the aura of all the mothers in my family surrounding me. I carry them with me. These mothers are beautiful, strong, graceful, headstrong, ambitious, and damned funny (no seriously, they keep me in stiches).

So to Novia, Vee, Paulette, Odelia, Oletha, Lisa (Pebbles), and Debbyanne ... I hope that you've enjoyed your day.

Cinco de Mayo

In celebration of the Mexicans beating the French in the 1862, I was given a treat- dinner (mainly atmosphere) at Oyamel Cocina Mexican, which is located in the 400 block of 7th Street NW in DC.

I will recommend the Sopa Tarasca estilo pátzcuaro (black bean soup with cheese and avocado) and handmade guacamole with warm tortillas. For dessert, I had a spoon (seriously) of Pastel de tres leches con piña (cake soaked in rum with pineapples and caramel ice cream). Yummo!

The food is definitely a welcomed change from the usual Mexican chain restaurant fare. Check them out if you get a chance.

Always Strive to Be Like the Moon

Is a line from Ishmael Beah's A Long Way Gone. Upon asking his grandmother why an old man in the village often repeated this saying, Beah learned that people often complain that the sun is too hot. Conversely no one complains about the moon, even though there are times that the clouds try to cover it.

I am grateful that I remembered this saying today, while I was sitting in the doctors office. Our life isn't as bad as we think it is. Someone always has it worse.

There is a Strange Beauty in a Rainstorm

I was asked today if I had a muse. Honestly, at first I was like, "I dunno", even though the title of this blog says otherwise. But then I read the following line on one of my students' papers: "There is a strange beauty in a rainstorm." I got to thinking:
1. sunrise
2. the women in my family
3. the cycle of life
4. that song "All Things Come to an End" by Nelly Furtado
5. my lover's ears
6. knowing that my strength is greater than even I can imagine
7. my butterfly bush when it is full bloom.
8. the blue birds that I see in my back yard
9. sleeping in spoon position in my lover's arms
10. a good book (which happens to be Half the Yellow Sun right now)
11. 2 pm rain showers in San San (Portland) Jamaica
12. the view of the clouds (from a window seat) at 36,000

So yes, I do have my muses. What are yours?

They Poured Fire on Us From the Sky

Is a must read! Talk about the resiliency of the human spirit. This book is about 3 Dinka boys from Sudan, who at the age of 7 lost their home (and their way of life) to the ravages of war. These 3 boys tell their heartbreaking story of traveling over a 1000 miles, and doing so throughout the most unbearable hunger, thirst, and disease.

What amazes me the most about these boys is that no matter what they faced, no matter how insurmountable the obstacle seemed...they were always grateful. They always remained kind. They kept their humanity.

It is amazing that Benson, Benjamin, and Alephon lived through their experiences in Sudan. I am just grateful that they did. It is because of them that I now know the stories of all the others that they mentioned in the book. The lost boys that never made it.

Elvis has Left the Building

Pope Benedict XVI has left Washington, DC. Traffic has returned to normal (if there is such a thing in DC) and Metro isn't crowded in the middle of the day.

I'm not Catholic and I've never been one to be impressed with celebrity or famous people, but I have been following the media coverage of the Christian faith's equivalent of the Dali Lama. I just want to know why this mortal's visit to America is such a big deal. I've tried to get my Catholic (and non-Catholic) counterparts to explain it to me, but sigh...no such luck...I haven't gotten an answer that rests comfortably in my logic.

And then it hit me. Their explanations aren't supposed to sit well with me logically. The explanations should rest well with me emotionally. I am just supposed to be excited that they are excited. I am supposed to be happy that they have someone that they look up to. I am supposed to be happy that he came to be near them and to make them feel a little closer to God. I guess I can't be that annoyed by someone who is able to spread joy just by being. I wonder what this world would be like if we could all do that?

When You're Best Isn't Good Enough

For the last 3 days I have given my shoulder to a good friend of mine, so that she could cry on it. Like me she is driven. Like me she is hard working. Like me she dedicated. Like me she is principled. She comes in early and she stays late. She works on the weekends. She is a team player. 3 days ago she was told that she wasn't good enough. As could be expected, she was devastated. She was (and still is bewildered) hurt.

The explanation that she was given was the usual, "it's nothing personal, it's just business."

My question is this: is business an acceptable explanation for stomping on someones insides? Is business supposed to crush their world? My friend's situation got me to examine my own reactions when it comes to being told that I am not good enough. It made me see that my reactions run the gamut. I go from anger to disappointment. I experience sadness and self doubt. I feel rage and sometimes...relief. I have to hang on to The Good Book's saying that everything has a purpose and a season.

So Jessica (if you're reading this), just remember that the person who told you that "it was only business" has their season coming. Just hold on a little while.

15-20 Pages (Part II)

Well I got the skinny, business sized envelope in the mail today. You know the one that says, "Hey we liked you a lot, but we didn't love you. You will make a lovely (fill in the blank) for someone someday." UB said thanks, but no thanks. Sigh.

All things happen for a reason, right? I will need to tell myself that for the next few days.

And So It Begins

the work of getting ready for this marathon. I sent out dozens of emails (only got 3 responses...sigh) and made phone calls. I set up my web page. Today...I went on my first run. OMG! It will be a few days before I will be able to feel my legs again.

There is one thing that I did notice after I was done running (6 miles) today. I noticed that I was beside myself with a sense of accomplishment. I mean I ran (very slowly) the entire time. I didn't stop to walk either. That feeling is something that I indeed could get use to.

The Beneficiary

Now that the magnitude of my choice to run the Marine Corps Marathon has set in, I guess I need to tell you the name of the charity that benefits from my madness. The name is of the charity is Fisher House.

Whatever your personal beliefs are about the War in Iraq, the people that make the decision to fight in the name of America are real people with stories to tell. They make awesome personal sacrifices to honor that commitment. I often think about what happens when a service person gets wounded. I think about their recovery process. Medical science says that a person has a better chance of surviving a catastrophic illness, if they have the love and support from family and loved ones. The cruel irony is that for many of our service people, recovery is (I found out) many miles away from their loved ones. Organizations like Fisher House does its part to buffer that.

So here is the link, please check them out. Donate to a good cause. Oh....and thank you for your support.

http://www.active.com/donate/FisherHouse2008MCM

April Fool

But this isn't a joke. Today, a group of my co-workers sent out a group email and wanted to know if anyone may be interested in doing some charity work, while getting in shape. I answered and made the decision to run the Marine Corps Marathon in October 2008. Yikes! I purchased the book Run Less, Run Faster. I have an appointment with a running specialist to get the appropriate running shoes. Now you may ask (all 2 of you that read this blog), why in the hell are you running a marathon? Are you usually this impulsive? Can you even run? My answers are:

1. Why not? Life is so short.
2. No, I am not usually spur of the moment. But, it's never to late to mix it up sometimes...right?
3. I cant run around the block, but that is OK (isn't it?).
4. I'll be raising money for charity.
5. I'll finally really do something about getting my butt (and a rather large one at that) in shape.

Training begins Monday, April 14th.

Summer 2008

I will be spending 3 weeks in Brazil! Ye-haw! I just finalized the last of the details and finished making travel arrangements. I leave July 16th. I am so excited, I can barely stand myself. I've put all the Brazil books on reserve at the library...(I'm thinking Portuguese lessons). Rio de Janeiro, Salvador, and Sao Paulo are cities already on the itinerary. In the next few months, I will busy myself with the rest of the finer details. I am just too excited.

Immediately, I need to concentrate on obtaining my entry Visa for the trip. I better get on that.

Time

Ms. Shirley is one of those people that have been in my life since I can remember myself. In my seriously blended, extended and humongous family, Ms. Shirley was the lady who had the cookouts. No one's macaroni and cheese is better than hers! She had the most amazing heart and giving spirit. She was happy when you were happy (and full).

As things would have it, Time hasn't been as generous and Ms. Shirley's health declined. Time sent her to her final home on March 17, 2008. Rest in peace, Ms. Shirley. The pain is gone now.

Time
Alan Parsons Project

Time, flowing like a river
Time,beckoning me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river
To the sea

Goodbye my love,
Maybe for forever
Goodbye my love,
The tide waits for me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever

But time
Keeps flowing like a river (on and on)
To the sea, to the sea

Till it's gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore
Goodbye my friends,
Maybe forever

Goodbye my friends,
The stars wait for me
Who knows where we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river (on and on)
To the sea, to the sea

Till it's gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore

Fall Back...Spring Ahead...

then say goodbye.

Making the jump to Daylight Savings Time means that I busy myself with activities that mean spring has arrived. That means spring cleaning, testing season at work, and summer planning. It also means increased "do you want my course?" chatter that happens every year at this time at my work.

Today, my publications partner let me know that she is heading back to Albuquerque. Her husband finally separated from the Army and they were heading home.

Yeah, I know, people move all the time. People move on. Life goes on. I'll make a new friend. It isn't like she is moving to Europe or Africa or something. But I got use to walking across the hall. I got use to bouncing ideas off of her. I look forward to getting German chocolates from her. Her giggle is absolutely infectious. She has a horse and a goat. Yes, I said a goat. Did I mention that she understands my sense of humor?

Like all things in this universe, life continues to move forward. Sometimes, I wish that I had the power to make things remain as they are. Sigh...

It is Done

I (with the help of my tremendous staff) have finally finished the 2008 Yearbook. Now I just have to sell them all when they come out on May 22.

There is a God.

The Baby Bump

I just Googled it and came up with 1,110,000 hits.

Can someone tell me when the phrase became a part of popular culture? I've sort of gotten my ears accustomed to hearing it on the entertainment news shows, but when I see it in magazines and in newspapers...I just have to wonder.

According to Urban Dictionary.com, baby bump is defined as:

1. baby bump (n.)

The abdomen area of a pregnant woman. As the fetus/baby grows so does a woman's belly. Thus it is referred to as a "baby bump."

I'll guess I will need to join the rest of the members of popular culture and add this one to my lexicon.

Girls Only Weekend

During last Christmas dinner, I got into a conversation with my famous cousin about the concept of "new normals". New normals are those life improvements and habits that you've never done before, but have figured out that the addition of them to your life will make life that much more enjoyable. My mothers birthday is February 28. Our family's "new normal" is to celebrate the occasion for the entire month with a culminating girls weekend at Nemacolin Woodlands Resort & Spa. We were there last year and had such a fabulous time that we went back again this year. NOTE: We'll probably return each year for a long time to come.

Think of this place as Ritz Carlton (the one in Paris) being dropped in the middle of rural Pennsylvania. You have everything. Your own personal butler, wine tastings, shopping, 5 star restaurants, oh...and a spa to die for.

We spent the weekend eating (a lot...sigh) and sleeping. We shopped and looked at art (they have an amazing gallery). We went sight seeing and spent the balance of time in the spa. This year we got day passes and went up to the ski lodge. I pouted because snow conditions weren't conducive for me to try cross-country skiing, but mom got some fabulous pictures of herself in her snow suit. What is the most special about our new normal is that all the girls got a chance to reconnect and...laugh. Boy, did we laugh.

I highly recommend that you check out Nemacolin (http://www.nemacolin.com/).

Be sure that you understand, that if you check them out anytime during the last week of February, that room 1121 in Chateau Lafayette is unavailable. ILP and the rest of the girls are probably going to be in there laughing and making some new normals.