I love cupcakes and especially scrumptiously decorated ones. Ming Makes Cupcakes will make your mouth water, if not your sweet tooth twinge. I wanted to experiment with these recipes, but my time has been eaten up with SEO and finding computer bugs. By the end of the year, I hope to make at least two of these recipes, but for now I sit and daydream.
I have become the resident IT support person for my family and extended family. I have been asked every question under the sun in regards to software issues. It's okay, but sometimes I have to laugh to myself because I take for granted my experience and education. I have trolled this site a few times for some comic relief and to commensurate. Here's a sample conversation.
Client: “Yes but it’s not moving when I move the mouse. I’m using a mousepad and everything!”
I keep up with trends. I feel like I'm "in the know" at least half of the time, but this mustache trend bugs me a bit. Maybe I'm not into it because it went so trendy, so fast. Every where you turn, there was a bridal party or kids with fake mustaches. There were necklaces, t-shirts, bumper stickers, etc. I don't dig the "stache" to say the least.
7. Mr. Clean has a seldom-used first name—”Veritably.” The name came from a “Give Mr. Clean a First Name” promotion in 1962.
10. The policeman in Monopoly has a name, too. You can thank Officer Edgar Mallory the next time he sends you to jail.
13. Sesame Street’s resident game show host Guy Smiley was using a pseudonym all these years. He was born Bernie Liederkrantz.
I'm not one to get my nails done. The reasons are simple: time, money, and computer work. I don't give myself that much time to spend on myself. I rather spend the money on something else and in the end I'm always working on the computer and nails would get in the way. Painted nails would distract me too much. I could count on two hands how many times I have had my fingernails and toenails painted. It's not that I'm against it. I think they always look nice when they are done, but again for me it's... time, money, computer work.
Nail polish will always remind me of my cousin Anna. Anytime, I see a bottle I think of her. Even at the ripe old age of eight, she had her "go to" bag of nail polishes. Not just any bag, this bag had every kind of nail polish out there, plus every tool you could use on your nails. Some tools, to this day, I have yet to figure out. She would spend hours on end painting all of her nails and anyone in arm's reach that would stay seated for her. She was a girly-girl through and through. When we stayed over at each other's houses, I would beg her to play restaurant or movie rental store instead of painting her nails or dress-up. Though sometimes I had to concede and we would end up playing beauty parlor and as always, I ended up with the neon orange or blue metallic nails.
How quickly a month can fly by without you noticing? We have been logging many hours with our company's site and will soon soft-launch for initial testing. Very exciting! There have been many happy happenings this past month, which I will update soon. I will get back on track starting tomorrow, but now back to the grind...
My friend Deanna posted one of these "Thank you" notes today on her Facebook wall. It's from a clever blog called thxthxthx: a thank you a day. Enjoy!
I am speechless by the recent devastation of my home state. Tennessee has been flooded from the East to West. With the death toll rising and the rivers finally subsiding, the total destruction is just being realized. Even with all of this going on, you would think the National News would report on the story for more than 15 minutes or at least send one of their anchors to the area, but again I'm reminded why we are called the Volunteer State by Patten Fuqua's recent blog post (posted below) that captured what we are all feeling during this difficult time.
Allow me a moment to step away from the usual voice of this website. What I am about to write has absolutely nothing to do with hockey. If you live outside of Nashville, you may not be aware, but our city was hit by a 500-year flood over the last few days.
The national news coverage gave us 15 minutes, but went back to focusing on a failed car bomb and an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. While both are clearly important stories, was that any reason to ignore our story? It may not be as terror-sexy as a failed car bomb or as eco-sexy as an oil spill, but that’s no reason to be ignored. The Cumberland River crested at its highest level in over 80 years. Nashville had its highest rainfall totals since records began. People drowned. Billions of dollars in damage occurred. It is the single largest disaster to hit Middle Tennessee since the Civil War. And yet…no one knows about it.
Does it really matter? Eventually, it will…as I mentioned, there are billions of dollars in damage. It seems bizarre that no one seems to be aware that we just experienced what is quite probably the costliest non-hurricane disaster in American history. The funds to rebuild will have to come from somewhere, which is why people need to know. It’s hard to believe that we will receive much relief if there isn’t a perception that we need it.
But let’s look at the other side of the coin for a moment. A large part of the reason that we are being ignored is because of who we are. Think about that for just a second. Did you hear about looting? Did you hear about crime sprees? No…you didn’t. You heard about people pulling their neighbors off of rooftops. You saw a group of people trying to move two horses to higher ground. No…we didn’t loot. Our biggest warning was, “Don’t play in the floodwater.” When you think about it…that speaks a lot for our city. A large portion of why we were being ignored was that we weren’t doing anything to draw attention to ourselves. We were handling it on our own.
Parts of Nashville that could never even conceivably be underwater were underwater. Some of them still are. Opry Mills and the Opryland Hotel are, for all intents and purposes, destroyed. People died sitting in standstill traffic on the Interstate. We saw boats going down West End. And, of course, we all saw the surreal image of the portable building from Lighthouse Christian floating into traffic and being destroyed when cars were knocked into it. I’m still having trouble comprehending all of it.
If lettuce was packaged more like these chips, then I would be more inclined to eating it. It's all in the packaging, folks!
Why did it take someone so long to think of this? It is a stoplight that lets you know how much longer the light has until it turns green by the red light countdown around the actual stoplight. Brilliant! I much rather have these than those pesky ole red light cameras. I think I would be more incline to show patience if I knew it "knew" I was there waiting... to GO!
