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My Favortie Scene

This week on FB, everyone has been changing their profile photos to their favorite cartoon character. I picked Thumper and in particular, I thought of this scene.

I love Thumper. He spoke his mind, was kind and loyal, was helpful and has always been my favorite.

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The Speed Bump

Speed hump with car (likely located in British...
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Years ago, I worked very hard to get speed bumps installed in my community. Or as they are referred to here, a “traffic calming device”. Initially, one of these “devices” was installed in front of my house and I was pleased.

That first day, my sons took their lawn chairs out on the front yard and watched all the unsuspecting motorists fly up my neighborhood street, hit the speed bump and bottom out. If sparks occurred, the boys would hoot and holler and give a score to the vehicle. Needless to say, the hump was doing a good job of slowing people down to a reasonable speed.

The county, for some reason, came by not long after the initial installation and shaved the speed bump, reducing it to not much more than a mere whoopdeedoo in the road. Still the mentality of most drivers is to swing their cars as close to the curb as possible to avoid the tallest (PAH!!) portion of the hump. Did I mention you can easily do 35 over this hump and it’s no big deal, so if you are sliding to the side to avoid bottoming out, you certainly aren’t doing anything less than 35 mph.

Before the hump, people had slammed into a Chevy Nova parked in front of my house and had come up into the apron of our driveway and hit my hubby’s car. We thought the hump would help with this problem.

Not so.

In the fall of last year, my daughter parked her car in front of our house. A neighbor called us to come home from a party after someone who was trying to dodge the speed hump, couldn’t swing their car back into the middle of the road quick enough and ended up slamming into the back of her car with enough force to crush the back of the vehicle and propel it up over the curb and halfway up the slight hill of our front yard. Since their vehicle was damaged, they couldn’t go anywhere, but told the officer that it had been “slippy” out. It was a beautiful day with bright sunshine.

Tonight, I came home from rehearsal to see my son in my driveway with a pile of rocks at his feet.

This time, someone tried to avoid the speed hump and clipped the curb, drove up through my yard and over a flower bed I have on either side of my driveway apron. Each of those flower beds are raised beds, built out of stone blocks and professionally landscaped. When they came down on the other side of the flower bed, their vehicle took out the whole front of the stonework and left blocks strewn all over the apron and the road in front of my house.


That speed bump has become the bane of my front yard, or more likely, the traffic up and down my road has become so heavy – and fast – that nothing is safe in my front yard.

I’m annoyed. Harrumph!

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Concert Weekend

The prompt for the Nablopomo this month was Zeitgeist, or rather, what the spirit of your holiday season is to you.

For me, every holiday season is marked by the Winter concerts for each campus which spans two weeks. That means for half of December, I’m surrounded by the angelic voices of children singing. Just to give you a taste, here is a quick video I made after our return from England in 2009.


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The Power of Generosity

As you probably read and perhaps inferred from my poem yesterday, I was having some difficulty figuring out the seating arrangements for our upcoming concert. When the realization came over me yesterday that I had more seat requests than seats, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do.

So I wandered around the house.

This gave my brain some time to percolate an idea or two, jot them off to the boss and then wait for a response.

So, I decided to go get my pedicure with my hubby and my friend.

This meant that the boss called me while I was relaxing in the massage chair with my feet soaking in warm bubbly water,  and approved a slightly edited version of what I had proposed to correct the situation.

Hubby finished up his pedi first, and since I couldn’t convince him that the red “I’m not really a waitress” nail polish would actually look wonderful on him (lol), he decided to re-establish his manhood by going next door and picking up a 6 pack of  dark beer.

I came home and sent out my email asking families to switch to the day I had more tickets and waited for responses, hopeful and confident that people would be willing to help out.

So, I turned on “America’s Next Top Model” (hey, don’t judge me.. they were in Italy… it was research) and decided that I’d have a beer, or two, with hubby. (That’s right.. be jealous that my hubby will sit and watch ANTM with me while sipping his beers)

After I watched the show, I checked my emails and voila! There were some seats turned in.

So, I went to bed.

This morning, my mailbox was filled with people who were willing to adjust their schedules to help out others who wouldn’t be able to watch the concert otherwise. By this evening, I’d had enough of an outpouring of generosity that everyone will be able to get all the tickets they want and we’ll be sold out for both days.

I love the fact that the people I’m involved with are so willing to help one another and support the Chorus. The power of generosity, that I knew was rampant in our community, showed up when it was needed and helped everyone, all for the sake of children and music.

This all makes me very happy.

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It’s Nice to be Loved and Supported

It really is nice to be loved and supported.

It’s great to grow.

It’s fantastic that we are transported

off to Italy, you know?

But when it comes time to seat

The fans who want to hear

It becomes a gigantic feat

To find a place for everyone’s rear.

Ok, so it’s not the best poetry I’ve ever written, but I have 9 minutes left of Dec 1 and I don’t want to mess up my Nablopomo again..