Someday Isle

The guy at the cellular store expressed it wistfully as we chatted about my upcoming trip.

I know I’ve said it on more than one occasion myself.

“Someday I’ll … ”

I came across the term in a newsletter I read recently.   The writer’s main point:  If not now, then when?

It’s the old (sad) joke about the woman telling her friend to not wait until that special evening to wear the expensive lingerie she has hidden in her dresser.

Someday Isle.  What a great title for a blog post.


A case for Facebook

Hub and I graduated from high school 30 and 29 years ago respectively.  Coincidentally, both our high schools are celebrating multi-year reunions this year.  His this weekend, mine late next month.  We went to a pre-reunion get-together with a few of his buds the other night. We had a good time although I kept asking myself, “Why are we hanging around with old people?” All kidding aside, weren’t we teenagers just yesterday?  When did the hands of time have their way with us?

The most interesting conversation starter of the evening was, “Hey I read on your Facebook …”  Yes, thank goodness for Facebook!  It’s living up to it’s goal of keeping everybody updated on what everybody else is doing.  Not to mention, talking about something posted helped to fill those always awkward gaps when we ran out of things to talk about.

So my question is this: if everybody has a Facebook page, why the need for reunions?  The purpose of reunions is to reconnect, catch up on what’s happened and share what’s happening.  We do this through Facebook.  Doesn’t this make reunions almost redundant?  Although, this IS San Antonio and folks around here never need an excuse to throw a party, so I might be losing my own argument.

I don’t have any plans to go to my high school reunion.  This nugget of information drives Mum & Da, not to mention the Spook, nuts.  For them, reunion attendance is a mandatory, no questions asked, experience.  Me?  Not so much.  I’m a fairly shy person when speaking to people face to face … even my own family.  Put a keyboard in front of me, however, and watch me come out of my shell.

I know there will be many former classmates that will miss me at my reunion next month.  I truthfully don’t know why that will be.  We “see” each other almost daily …

on Facebook.

Sunday Ruminations

St. Speedy of Schertz

We’ve got a family of Mockingbirds living in one of the Hackberry trees in our backyard.  I’ve seen & heard one of the adults chirping it’s warning to stay away each time I’ve taken the Barky Boys outside.  I distinctly remember telling the mama (or daddy, they look alike) to not let the babies fall out of the nest.  Well, one of the babies did fall out and I didn’t see it until after I had let the Boys out.  They saw it at the same time I did.  Poor little thing didn’t have a chance.  I was visibly & loudly upset with them.  I know what you’re saying … they’re dogs.  That’s what they do.  I know this.  But I am passionate about animals.  I hate to see them hurt or abused.  I have a couple of campuses where stray dogs run rampant.  That bothers me.  If I could, I’d bring them all home.

I also understand the “circle of life” and know that animals feed on each other for survival.  Just because I know this doesn’t mean I want to see animals hunting and killing their prey.  I’m not a vegetarian, although I have explored the notion.  Hub wouldn’t support me in this, so rather than eliminate meat, I limit it.  It’s a compromise we have agreed with.

Bugs, wasps, spiders?  Whole ‘nuther story.

Road Warrior

I’ve found that I really enjoy volunteering at races my running club sponsors.  I’m going to be a course marshal at next weekend’s half marathon relay.  After runners pass my post on the course, I’ll head to the finish line to help snip off timing chips.  The volunteer coordinator e-mailed me and let me know I need to get something to eat between duties.  Hub asked if they were going to feed us.  I said I thought so as I was on the food krewe at the Birdlover’s 10K last week. I checked out the course location and other race information a little while ago.  Oh yeah.  We’ll be eating good.

The race sponsor?  Carraba’s Italian Restaurant.  Yum!

7 more days

I have 7 days left on this year’s contract.  I received my campuses for next year and I’m thrilled!  I’ll have the same campuses as I have this year.  The good Lord willing, a new supervisor will be hired over the summer and he or she will take over the vacant campuses.  Otherwise, it looks like I’ll be starting the new year with additional campuses.

{{sigh}} So be it.  Whatever happens, I’m thankful to be gainfully employed.  There are many in this country of our’s that aren’t and wish they were.

Speedy Thots

The Barky Boys have it made.  We bought a new living room set in November and rather than try to keep the poochies off the new furniture, we opted to lay down blankets and let the dogs continue to have the run of the house.  For whatever reason, we’re not meant to have children.  These fuzzy guys are our little fur babies.  If you’re not able to have children and you have a house full of animals, you know exactly what I mean.

Hub & I were talking the other day about their insurance premiums increasing.  Not something I’m overly concerned about because, heck, their coverage is ten times better than our’s and a whole lot less expensive!

I had a ton of fun at Monday’s Birdlovers 10k.  Adhering to the promise I made to my doctor when he finally cleared me, I did the non-competitive 5k walk.  It really chaps my butt when runners enter the walking events.  I still had a great time and I managed to take some really awesome pictures in the process.

Because I’m a walker, I know that my start is in the back of the pack.  I have NO problem with this!  In fact, I rather enjoy starting last and working my way up.  A friend of mine told me that she enjoys the feeling of passing people while she races.  I have to agree with her.  It’s a pretty good feeling!

In the pursuit of my new hobby, I’ve been practicing with the different features on my camera.  I discovered the aperture value and white balance last weekend and have spent a good amount of time fiddling with these.  I like having more control of my product during the shoot and I really like my results.

I have this fantasy that one day I’ll actually SELL one of my pictures.  Goodness knows there are a ton of photographers shooting thousands of excellent photos.  I like to think I have the chops to compete with the best of them.

(Photo credit: Speedy Lisa, May 2010)


When did half the year pass by?

Seriously!  Wasn’t it just yesterday I was contemplating the timing of when to send out the Happy New Year cards I had just finished addressing? What’s that you say?  You didn’t get your Happy New Year card from Hub & me?  Probably because they’re still sitting on my desk waiting for a stamp and a trip to the mailbox.  You’ll get your card sometime before the end of the year.  Promise.

I’m looking at the calendar and I really am shocked to see May 29th staring back at me.  I know I didn’t fritter away 6 months of my life doing nothing.  Or did I?

Nope.  Looking at everything posted on my calendar, I know I didn’t.

This is more of a “Seinfeld” reflection and I’d be mighty surprised if I actually hit the publish button.  I just might do it.  Why, you ask? … well … because I haven’t written in a week and, as busy as it was, it was THAT kind of a “Seinfeld” week.

Did you hear about the company on April Fool’s Day that added the blurb of “selling my soul to the devil if I violate these terms” to their Service Agreement testing to see how many of their customers actually read the legalese?  A few people did; they contacted the company (and apparently some media outlets) and news of it spread through the internet.  Even though it was a prank, the seriousness of it can’t be ignored … READ THE FINE PRINT before you sign anything!  Um, yeah.  I need to heed my own advice on that one: I signed my contract for next year.  Thankful to have a contract to sign, I didn’t waste a second in reading the fine print.  Hope I didn’t “sell my soul” on that one!

Had my final appointment yesterday for the foot injury.  I’m cleared!  Hooray!  I need to try to put my Sauconys on.  Haven’t been able to since “the incident” and each time I’ve attempted to put a shoe on … any shoe on … the knot that is still on the top of my foot doesn’t allow much room for comfort.  Soooo I’ve spent almost every day in my old running shoes that have loosened with age.  Doesn’t look professional, but at least I’m moving around a whole lot faster, but not at my normal speedy pace just yet.

Read about the Forerunner 110.  I’d like to see it in person, try it on, play with the buttons.  I don’t like my 205 because it’s so bulky.  It slides around on my wrist and it’s just bulky.  Reminds me of an old-model cordless phone:

Here’s my Garmin  & here’s a circa 1990 cordless phone.  See what I mean?  Both are bulky … ugly.  Sure, both do their job, but come on!  This is 2010.  Time to update our wardrobe & technology!

With this: