Ego boost. I think my hubby must get bored at work. He was doing a Yahoo search and I came up twice in the Top 10 :)
August 28, 2002
August 26, 2002
Oregon State Parks and Recreation: The Cove Palisades State Park The Cove Palisades State Park is a year-round recreational destination for the entire family. Located in our high desert region, the weather is sunny and warm in the summer months and chilly but generally mild in the winter. The park is situated among towering cliffs that surround beautiful Lake Billy Chinook.
Another un-original thought but it is something to keep in mind.
The keys to your universe lie with the choices you make.
You don't have to buy from anyone or work at any particular job.
You don't have to participate in any given relationship.
You can choose.
The choice is always yours.
You hold the tiller.
You steer the course you choose
in the direction of where you want to be today,
tomorrow, or in a distant time to come.
You can at any time decide to alter the course of your life.
No one can take that away from you.
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THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE....
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over."
I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next Tuesday, "I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.
"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."
"How far will we have to drive?"
"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"
"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around." "It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden."
We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.
There were five acres of flowers. "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.
"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered.
"She lives on the property. That's her home."
Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw
a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.
The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.
I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun-one bulb at a time-to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable (indescribable) magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time-often just one baby-step at a time-and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort,
we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
The keys to your universe lie with the choices you make.
You don't have to buy from anyone or work at any particular job.
You don't have to participate in any given relationship.
You can choose.
The choice is always yours.
You hold the tiller.
You steer the course you choose
in the direction of where you want to be today,
tomorrow, or in a distant time to come.
You can at any time decide to alter the course of your life.
No one can take that away from you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE....
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over."
I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next Tuesday, "I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.
"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."
"How far will we have to drive?"
"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"
"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around." "It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden."
We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.
There were five acres of flowers. "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.
"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered.
"She lives on the property. That's her home."
Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw
a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.
The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.
I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun-one bulb at a time-to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable (indescribable) magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time-often just one baby-step at a time-and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort,
we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
August 24, 2002
Get rid of the damn X10 ad... Information on X10 Advertising Turn off X10 pop-under ads for 30-days.
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Well, Joy's figured out how to get off of her playmat and scoot backward ... and turn herself around while on her tummy. She is now diligently trying to propel herself forward. I need to get back before she hurts herself or knocks over the fan. I am *not* ready for her to be mobile, but she's figuring it out rather quickly!
August 23, 2002
Three Subpeona's for the Enron Exec's under the sky.
Seven Subpeona's for the IMClone Exec's in their wall's of stone.
Nine Subpeona's for Congress Men doomed to lie.
One for the Dark Lord on Her Dark Throne.
In the Land of Martha (Stewart) where broker's lie.
One Subpeona to rule them all, One Subpeona to find them,One Subpeona to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.
In the Land of Martha (Stewart) where broker's lie.
Something Tim found somewhere. Ah .... the popularity of Lord of the Rings ... that the opening prophecy should be used so.
Seven Subpeona's for the IMClone Exec's in their wall's of stone.
Nine Subpeona's for Congress Men doomed to lie.
One for the Dark Lord on Her Dark Throne.
In the Land of Martha (Stewart) where broker's lie.
One Subpeona to rule them all, One Subpeona to find them,One Subpeona to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.
In the Land of Martha (Stewart) where broker's lie.
Something Tim found somewhere. Ah .... the popularity of Lord of the Rings ... that the opening prophecy should be used so.
August 21, 2002
California's Racial Privacy Initiative California, the first large state without a clear racial majority, looks much the way projected demographics suggest the rest of the country will look within the next few decades. In many ways, this makes California a giant laboratory for how to deal with race-related issues.
This article hits close to home for me because both of my children are multi-racial. What box *should* they check? Lately I have been leaving that section blank.
Which reminds me ... at the hospital where Joy was born, they sort of tried to pressure me to mark an ethnicity for her. I explained to the social worker that my daughter was neither black nor white, as her father is white and I am mixed myself. I better get a copy of her birth certificate and make sure that they left it blank.
This article hits close to home for me because both of my children are multi-racial. What box *should* they check? Lately I have been leaving that section blank.
Which reminds me ... at the hospital where Joy was born, they sort of tried to pressure me to mark an ethnicity for her. I explained to the social worker that my daughter was neither black nor white, as her father is white and I am mixed myself. I better get a copy of her birth certificate and make sure that they left it blank.
August 14, 2002
Check out this article. It's food for thought. Scientific American: Television Addiction Is No Mere Metaphor
Realizing when a diversion has gotten out of control is one of the great challenges of life. .... The term "TV addiction" is imprecise and laden with value judgments, but it captures the essence of a very real phenomenon. Psychologists and psychiatrists formally define substance dependence as a disorder characterized by criteria that include spending a great deal of time using the substance; using it more often than one intends; thinking about reducing use or making repeated unsuccessful efforts to reduce use; giving up important social, family or occupational activities to use it; and reporting withdrawal symptoms when one stops using it.
Realizing when a diversion has gotten out of control is one of the great challenges of life. .... The term "TV addiction" is imprecise and laden with value judgments, but it captures the essence of a very real phenomenon. Psychologists and psychiatrists formally define substance dependence as a disorder characterized by criteria that include spending a great deal of time using the substance; using it more often than one intends; thinking about reducing use or making repeated unsuccessful efforts to reduce use; giving up important social, family or occupational activities to use it; and reporting withdrawal symptoms when one stops using it.
August 12, 2002
She did it!!! I saw it this time. My baby girl rolled over! and she's only 16 weeks old (just over 3 1/2/ months and 10 days away from 4 months).
All day today I have had the feeling that she was doing it, but had no visual proof. This morning when I got in the shower I had left her on her back facing one direction. Josh came and told me that she was crying. I got out a few minutes later and she was on her stomach facing the other direction. I wasn't sure if my son had picked her up out of the crib and put her back in .... and he said he hadn't, but he has a *very* short memory at times.
The second time I had left her on the floor after changing her diaper. I got up to get some water and check my email. When I turned around she had scooted off her play mat and looked like she was trying very hard to roll over. I turned back to the water and when I turned around she had rolled over to her stomach and was holding her head up!
The third and final time when I actually got to *see* the whole thing was while helping Josh cook dinner. I had just finished feeding her and lay her on her back on the floor (on her play mat). I covered her with a light blanket and of course she kicked it off. After doing that she managed to roll to her side. The she went back to her back. She did this a few times, seeming fairly confident that she could get all the way over. It was kind of entertaining to watch her roll back and forth getting up the momentum to go all the way over, and then she did! She rolled all the way over and then pulled her arm from under her.
next step, crawling. I was barely ready for this. I'm not ready for her to crawl yet (I know, I'll stop whining soon enough).
All day today I have had the feeling that she was doing it, but had no visual proof. This morning when I got in the shower I had left her on her back facing one direction. Josh came and told me that she was crying. I got out a few minutes later and she was on her stomach facing the other direction. I wasn't sure if my son had picked her up out of the crib and put her back in .... and he said he hadn't, but he has a *very* short memory at times.
The second time I had left her on the floor after changing her diaper. I got up to get some water and check my email. When I turned around she had scooted off her play mat and looked like she was trying very hard to roll over. I turned back to the water and when I turned around she had rolled over to her stomach and was holding her head up!
The third and final time when I actually got to *see* the whole thing was while helping Josh cook dinner. I had just finished feeding her and lay her on her back on the floor (on her play mat). I covered her with a light blanket and of course she kicked it off. After doing that she managed to roll to her side. The she went back to her back. She did this a few times, seeming fairly confident that she could get all the way over. It was kind of entertaining to watch her roll back and forth getting up the momentum to go all the way over, and then she did! She rolled all the way over and then pulled her arm from under her.
next step, crawling. I was barely ready for this. I'm not ready for her to crawl yet (I know, I'll stop whining soon enough).
August 9, 2002
I've been thinking about this one for days.
Most mornings I end up gazing at my daughter as she feeds, only partially awake. She often reminds me of Sleeping Beauty. She has the classic dark hair, fair skin, and a tiny pink rosebud mouth. Her face is totally angelic and peaceful as she sleeps and eats.
In the early morning hours I thought of something much more lyrical and poetic to describe what I see in her face each morning, but it escapes me now that the full light of day is upon us. I swear, my brain goes out the window after about the third feeding of the day. Maybe it will come back to me.
Most mornings I end up gazing at my daughter as she feeds, only partially awake. She often reminds me of Sleeping Beauty. She has the classic dark hair, fair skin, and a tiny pink rosebud mouth. Her face is totally angelic and peaceful as she sleeps and eats.
In the early morning hours I thought of something much more lyrical and poetic to describe what I see in her face each morning, but it escapes me now that the full light of day is upon us. I swear, my brain goes out the window after about the third feeding of the day. Maybe it will come back to me.
I just found something out totally by accident (just dinking around on my computer). You know how full headers don't show up in Outlook ... well, I just right-clicked on a message and went down to options. And there they were!
Ok, so some people, lots of people probably already know this, but it has been bugging me for years that I couldn't get full headers out of a message read in Outlook, but it never bothered me enough to go look it up somewhere, so I'm kinda glad that I found it on my own.
And now I return you to your regularly scheduled surfing.
Ok, so some people, lots of people probably already know this, but it has been bugging me for years that I couldn't get full headers out of a message read in Outlook, but it never bothered me enough to go look it up somewhere, so I'm kinda glad that I found it on my own.
And now I return you to your regularly scheduled surfing.
August 5, 2002
The Origin Revealed 420 drug term meaning origin
According to Steven Hager, editor of High Times, the term 420 originated at San Rafael High School, in 1971, among a group of about a dozen pot-smoking wiseacres ........
According to Steven Hager, editor of High Times, the term 420 originated at San Rafael High School, in 1971, among a group of about a dozen pot-smoking wiseacres ........
