Monthly Archives: July 2009

Various & Sundry XVI

All the news fit to harangue about. Yes, I ended a sentence in a preposition; it just “popped” better than the more acceptable form of the sentence (fragment), All the news about which to harangue. I like the word “harangue.” Huh-rang. I like to say it as well as write it. It has a nice mouth feel. Say it a couple of times, right there in your chair. Go ahead. Huh-rang.

Right. Onward.

1. I found a picture this morning and was reminded of how much fun I had at the camp I did last month, and how cool the guys from InPulse are:

Fink, surrounded by talent and gorgeousness. It is good to be queen.

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Definitely made some great friends that week, even though I was the oldest person there, beating out one other faculty member by about a year. But hey, it’s all in your head, right? (And in your knees, back, shoulders, ankles.)

2. Got a real nice email last night from one of the students at the camp. Makes it worth doing all this, ya know? Just when you’re afraid it’s all been wasted time…

3. Completely vapid and superficial: Who wants to know how to duplicate Kate Hudson’s hair color? I do. Yes, I am that shallow.

4. I get Jake all day today. Wahoo!

5. Jake and I are going to see BFF Kay this morning. Waffles are on the menu, topped with raspberries from the back yard garden. How cool is that? I ask you.

6. And speaking of cool: my little town of Ashland, Ohio makes the headlines. Good for the two of them.

7. I have to admit this: I think Glenn Beck is funny. All political pundits should be comedians first. Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Louis Black…even the slightly unamusing Bill Maher.

OK. Time to gird the loins for the arrival of The Most Awesome Toddler in the World.

BTW: I do not know what day it is. Just sayin.

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Yay for #1 Son

I am proud this day.

After ten weeks of grueling classwork and road training, Seamus is now a certified heavy hauler. Wahoo! He is fully licensed to drive flatbed, box and tanker semi trucks. He will be working mostly with flatbed loads.

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Am I proud of this boy? Yep. After a career in retail sales that was fine, but not personally rewarding for him, he finally decided to go after his dream: driving for a living. He’s loved it since his grandfather allowed him to drive a tractor around the farm when he was nine years old.

Now he’s going to be the asphalt cowboy he’s always wanted to be. How cool is that? How often does someone reach his goals in this world?

Last night, Hannah threw a surprise party for him. There were a dozen of us there, all proud as get-out. But few as proud as Mama Fink. And I’m looking forward to taking him up on his offer to go with him on a haul sometime.

Fink, eastbound and down, loaded up and truckin’…