December 2010 - Posts
Light posting this week since I'm only in the office one day. Gotta love the holidays.
But I will leave you with this scene from my house.
Oh, I got some speakers from Santa, but I'm not at liberty to show them to you yet. Nah nah.
I'm no skiier, but if I was, I'd want to wear these. Because they make you cooler.
I would tell you about my one foray into the world of snow skiing...about how I couldn't even get up the stupid tow rope to tackle the bunny hill, and about how the one time I did manage to get up half way, I couldn't figure out how to stop and grabbed hold of some unsuspecting good samaritan at the bottom of the hill, and about how I fell down while trying to inch my way back to the lodge and spent the rest of the vacation sipping hot cocoa and propping up my sprained ankle...but that would be way too embarrassing.
Is it summer yet?
I don't think Mother Nature received her 2010 calendar, or there's no way she would allow so much snow in central Indiana before winter even hits. Or maybe she found out I bought a rear-wheel drive BMW this summer, and thinks she's pretty doggone funny.
Either way, we got a little bit last night, so I made myself a Dwight snowman. Because I miss the little feller.
If you have been following my blog for at least a year and half, you may remember my melancholy about Dr. Cochlear leaving us to corral those synapses in his brain at MIT (and trust me, those were some rowdy synapses). We hear from him every now and again, and I'm happy to report that he can still provide a tacky Christmas sweater photo on demand.
Miss ya, Bradley!
I love this old flyer for the Rebel speakers... especially the whimsical artwork.
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See the guy in the lower right? That's great grandpa George Unger, as a senior at Lafayette HS in Buffalo, NY. I recently stumbled across his memoirs, written shortly before his death in 1972, where he documented his various careers in civil engineering. Interestingly, from 1928 to 1935, he served as the Executive Engineer & Secretary of the
State Reservation at Niagara, Niagara Falls (salary: $6000 per year...and a car, as he so meticulously recorded) and both initiated and oversaw the building of the Grand Island bridges at Niagara.
Funny, I was on those bridges not too long ago....and had absolutely no idea. Makes me wonder what else I don't know about the history of my DNA. But one thing's for sure... as I get old and gray (well, more gray), I will absolutely be one of those little old ladies who sits in a rocking chair telling her grandchildren all about the good ol' days. Because if you don't, then it's like they never existed. And that would be a shame.
Here's a random assortment of basement dwellers. Cute, aren't they?
At least that's what it looks like happened to our Klipsch tree this year. And I love it!!
