Birthday

  • Update for Charla

    Since my step-mom uses this blog as an update on what’s going on (or what I’m thinking about) and I’ve been really bad about posting lately, I thought I’d update her. My apologies to the rest of you who probably are a couple of seconds from yawning if you go much past this sentence. Sam…

  • Birthday: The Models

    Shadow Box Originally uploaded by Beth Doughty Those at my birthday may have noticed the picture below didn’t have the shadow box. This deserves special mention especially since one of us might have had a mini-meltdown at the birthday party over it. You see, I have a rare phobia involving model robots in small spaces….…

  • Birthday Loot

    Loot Originally uploaded by Beth Doughty My grandmother was a firm believer that you didn’t go around bragging about your gifts. The kid next door might have only gotten handpainted rocks and a Chia Pet compared to your Solid Gold album featuring Dionne Warwick (well, not mine because that would make me VERY old and…

  • A Meaningful Question

    In college, everyone had “that” professor – the one person who did more than most to introduce them to a new world view, shape their ideas, get them excited and inspired about education. I was lucky in that I had three: Dr. Louis H. Mackey, who taught me a little about Ethics, Dr. Michael Adams…

  • Save the Date (Unofficial Version)

    It’s creeping up on my birthday again and it’s a big one – one of those that end in a big fat 0. This birthday is going to be celebrated in two parts – the first part will be devoid of the big “to-do” – no one has to skate (unless they want to!) or…

  • An Irish Prayer

    An Irish Prayer May those who love us, love us; and those who don’t love us, may God turn their hearts; and if He doesn’t turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we’ll know them by their limping. Happy Birthday, Dad! For those with a Second Life account (they’re free) – the traditional…

  • Bowling for Trolls

    I’m a huge drama queen when it comes to my birthday. Everyone knows it and I freely admit it – since I acknowledge it, it makes my irrational behavior acceptable. See, I’m a Christmas baby. Yes, born on the actual day – 8:52 am – Mom thought it was food poisoning from something she ate…