LIFE is Good 2009

Is it really over? Hard to believe. Although it all feels like a bit of a blur at this point, I am recovered from last weekend's shindig enough to say that LIFE is Good 2009 exceeded my expectations for AWESOME! I can't speak for anyone else, but I think it was worth every minute of time and ounce of effort that we all put into it. I am filled to the brim with love, laughter, joy, friends, music, babies, teens, smiles, sharing and hugging. Lots of hugging.

I do believe that Ren and Heidi agree with me.

Photo evidence of one of the favorite games in the Circle Chat room when it was not in use. This was also a good way to see the hotel staff get frantic for no reason. Silly people, chairs are for climbing on!

My hero, Jeff, at the moment he realized what he was in for when he agreed to emcee the Talent Show for me. Little John sure did know a lot about dinosaurs. And he told us.
Every.
Last.
Detail.

Jeff and his tie-dyed doppelganger, Not Jeff.

The UNtrepreneurial Fair in action.

Singing along with Amy Steinberg.

Feeling the love.

The fab four - MJ, Qacei, Chloe and Story.

SCOTTY! My ever present sound man. Doesn't he just look so damn cool sitting back there?

There was a bit of wild abandon.

And even a conga line.

But best of all we had each other.

Close at hand.

And full of love.

Coming Soon!

And we're off!

The LIFE is good Conference is just days away and we're in the home stretch around here. The schedules are final, programs are printed, name tags are sorted, t-shirts are AWESOME and boxes have been packed, unpacked and repacked ad infinitum. We are going to have a BLAST! and you (yes you) should be there. It's not too late to register. C'mon, you know you wanna.

What's that saying? Oh yeah, life is good!

I'm sick

I've got a cold.

I feel so awful that I'd love to embellish it a bit and claim something more exotic has invaded my body. (Swine flu, anyone?) But, no. It's a cold.


Which means I am now personally responsible for the loss of at least one tree due to the number of tissues I have gone through. My sinuses are filled with what can only be described as a mixture of jello and cream cheese, causing my head to now weigh about 25 pounds. Seriously, it feels too heavy to hold up. Pathetic. Did I mention that I don't get sick much? In fact, I can't remember the last cold I had. It was that long ago. Maybe my immune system has forgotten how to fight?


I thought I had it beat with a heavy rotation of Zicam and Emergen-C. But it turns out, not so much. Each day I think I've hit the pinnacle of this thing only to be smacked down with a new symptom. Did I mention that the conference is next week? So there are only, you know, a few hundred details to tend to and a million a few loose ends to tie up.


Not a lot of down time built in there. Things have to keep moving even if I'm not. So here I sit, making calls and sending emails from the couch where I'm curled up with my tea, my blankie and my tissues.

Lots of tissues.

Did I mention the tissues?

So. Many. Tissues.

So many in fact that I even succumbed to peer pressure and tried a neti pot. It helped. For about a minute.

Pass the tissues please.

This post has been brought to you as part of Ronnie's Act Like a Big Baby Day. Thank you, I think I will.

Happy Mother's Day!

Adira Amram "Mom Song" - watch more funny videos

We are tastier than we even knew

From Wired:.com
Robot Identifies Human Flesh As Bacon

Let the robot holocaust commence: robots think we taste like bacon.

Researchers at NEC System technologies and Mie University have designed the cute little guy to the right: a metal man gastronomist, “an electromechanical sommelier”, capable of identifying wines, cheeses, meats and hors d’oeuvres. Upon being given a sample, he will speak up in a childlike voice and identify what he has just been fed. The idea is that wineries can tell if a wine is authentic without even opening the bottle, amongst other more obscure uses…like “tell me what this strange grayish lump at the back of my freezer is/was.”

But when some smart aleck reporter placed his hand in the robot’s omnivorous clanking jaw, he was identified as bacon. A cameraman then tried and was identified as prosciutto.

Absolutely horrifying. Like cows, once robots taste blood, their hunger for human flesh can never be satiated.

From my very own medicine cabinet

Sleeping Pill Fail

Be Here Now

I've been tagged!

The rules of the tag are, you're supposed to take a picture of yourself. Right NOW. No primping, no fixing, no styling, no tweaking, no straightening, nothing. Just you as you are now when you think no one can see you through the computer.

I was tagged by my dear daughter Qacei while I was out on a loooooong walk. I desperately needed the walk to clear my head and shake off the stressful 6 hours of non-stop work at the cafe today. Lucky me, I read the tag as soon as I got back in. So here I am in all my sweaty, messy, windblown, exhausted glory.


I've decided not to tag anyone. But if you want to play along anyway, grab the camera and take your picture right now. Hey no cheating! Don't comb your hair, just take the picture. And post a link if you do. Misery loves company.

Oh Pooh, it's just the flu!

1. The first rule of working in an office and getting along is don't stink up the shared bathroom.

2. Geoduck clams are the most obscene looking of all the clams. Don't believe me? Go ahead, click the link.

3. When I think of carnivals I think of carnies. Scary, scary carnies.



4. Every time I go for a walk I stop to smell the lilacs, my favorite spring flower.

5. Things on my desk include a light box, an iPod, an Obama sticker and a peace flag.

6. Sunshine makes me wanna smile.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to resting up, tomorrow my plans include working what is sure to be an exhausting shift at the cafe (it's Mom's Weekend) and Sunday, I want to sleep in, but the cafe gods probably aren't going to let me!

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