It's not just any ole Friday night and time for a beer--it's DAVID POWELL'S BIRTHDAY BEER!! A great opportunity to raise a glass of anything you've got to the joys of godchildren, nephews, nieces, cousins, their kin and all those kids your kids bring in to your life. Then, suddenly, they are all grown up, marry wonderful folk, have kids of their own, and ta-da, give you more and more reasons than ever you could imagine--to be proud, to be honored by Dave's mother who picked me to be godmother, and of course to have a beer on a February Friday night! The photo-shop by super brother Bob Krider is worth another look if you've seen it before. If you haven't seen it before, yes, Bob has incredible talents.
I love TV! Watching Friday Night Lights is an emotional punt-pass-kick contest of my life from the good ole glory days of PeeWee, Little League, North Dearborn, LHS Tiger Pride, North Dearborn Bleachers, ALLLL great stuff. Recently I did dredge up with Margaret my worst sport memory ever--NEVER being a St. Lawrence Panthers cheerleader. I'll never get over it, probably.
This week I called Alice just because I have been thinking about her. Do you take time to call people you've been thinking about? Better than email, for sure! I certainly have some extraordinary friends --learned from Alice of an online organization KIVA that is intriguing. They loan small amounts of money to women around the world with ambitions to help themselves plant seeds (literally and figuratively) of opportunity. Ever the techno-wizard, she also waxed nearly poetic about the latest version of google earth and bemoaned the misery of Hoosier winter 09. Nope, don't miss it!
On Thursday night, I joined Rosemary to listen and learn from Marian Wright Eldelman, one of those women whose passion for activism for children in poverty began in the Civil Rights Movement. In addition to all the devastation of these days of economic ruins, Ms. Wright continues to inspire energy for helping the most vunerable of the poor, children. She warned us about the consequences if we don't--and begged for kids--while telling us to call Congressional reps and say "Don't touch money for kids!" Get this bill passed, Congress.
I love TV! Watching Friday Night Lights is an emotional punt-pass-kick contest of my life from the good ole glory days of PeeWee, Little League, North Dearborn, LHS Tiger Pride, North Dearborn Bleachers, ALLLL great stuff. Recently I did dredge up with Margaret my worst sport memory ever--NEVER being a St. Lawrence Panthers cheerleader. I'll never get over it, probably.
This week I called Alice just because I have been thinking about her. Do you take time to call people you've been thinking about? Better than email, for sure! I certainly have some extraordinary friends --learned from Alice of an online organization KIVA that is intriguing. They loan small amounts of money to women around the world with ambitions to help themselves plant seeds (literally and figuratively) of opportunity. Ever the techno-wizard, she also waxed nearly poetic about the latest version of google earth and bemoaned the misery of Hoosier winter 09. Nope, don't miss it!
On Thursday night, I joined Rosemary to listen and learn from Marian Wright Eldelman, one of those women whose passion for activism for children in poverty began in the Civil Rights Movement. In addition to all the devastation of these days of economic ruins, Ms. Wright continues to inspire energy for helping the most vunerable of the poor, children. She warned us about the consequences if we don't--and begged for kids--while telling us to call Congressional reps and say "Don't touch money for kids!" Get this bill passed, Congress.
