Here we go again. It could be a book. Traveling With Brophy. Fun times, with a little bit of scattered brain thinking along the way. Living in the moment has its advantages, IF you can remember enough of the past so you don't lose things or get lost along the way.
DAY 1: Arriving at Lindberg Airport in San Diego. Jet Blue was fabulous, by the way. I hope the guy in the aisle didn't mind me standing up and stretching at my seat! Plenty of leg room, head room, and a TV. Bring your own headphones and food. So we arrive and we are among the first group off the plane. I purposely organized my stuff and did not put anything expensive (like a camera) in the seat back pocket. I was sitting on my jacket...and for a split second I thought to myself, "I should pack this now so I don't forget it." But I didn't. So we get up, grab our carry-ons and head for the door.
"Where is the bathroom?" My mom said..."It can't be too far," but it kinda was. Out through the gate, past the rocking chairs, "There it is!" So in we went. "AHHHH!" I left my jacket on the plane. "You're kidding!" No I kid you not. You wait here..sit in one of these chairs and call Dotty. I'll run back to the gate.
So, back to the gate. Deserted. Are you kidding me? It's only been 10 minutes! How come when you're sitting at the back of the plane it takes 10 minutes just to get to the front of the plane?There is no one from JetBlue around. Not one person. So I walk back to talk to a TSA officer...."Where should I look? Who should I ask?"
"I would go back to the gate..there's another flight leaving in a couple hours...somebody will show up."
A couple hours??!! #%^&^%$ So back to the gate. Along the way I meet up with the 3 flight attendents from my flight. "Oh, the black jacket? The gate attendent has it and will bring it off the plane in just a minute...."
"Sweet!!" But it wasn't just a minute...the gate was deserted the plane was in blackness, the one JetBlue employee had no idea who to call or what to do. So we waited....I learned a few things: When travleing out of your area, make sure you have phone numbers with area codes in your cell phone address book. It's a pain if you don't have numbers memorized. Oh, and once you leave the jetway (that little tunnel you walk through to get on the plane) you cannot get back..you have to wait for someone to open the door from the inside or have special priviledges.
SO my jacket was being held hostage on the plane. We all knew it was there, we just didn't know how to get it. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, a little lady in an orange vest walked through the door carrying my jacket. "I'm sorry! I had no idea you were up here waiting for me. Do you know how much stuff gets left behind on flights every day?" Yes, I can imagine, I really can. Good thing I don't fly every day, you have an entire lost and found bin of my stuff.
So with jacket in hand, we head downstairs to Carousel 7 to retrieve our bags and my golf clubs. Bag 1, then bag 2, then the bags stop coming down the shoot while the carousel goes round and round. I walk to the other side....at this point the passengers have dramatically thinned out. There are only a few scattered faithfuls waiting, hoping for their bags. There are definitely no golf clubs.
Suddenly a voice over the loud speaker announces that golf clubs, surf boards and baby strollers can be picked up against the wall next to Carousel 1. Excellent!! So I go wait with the 4 golfers returning from Hawaii. They get their clubs. That's it. No clubs for me. CRAP! This is not happening. "Where are my clubs?"
"Go ask that guy." So I go over to the guy grabbing and ticketing unclaimed luggage. The baggage claim area is practically deserted now, except for my mom and Dotty waiting patiently.
"Excuse me...but my golf clubs are not here."
"What flight were you on? What airline?"
"JetBlue"
"Oh...those clubs are next to Carousel 1...." So back to the other end of the baggage claim area where my clubs are right where they are supposed to be. Thank goodness!
So, I also learned, sometimes you aren't given the information you need....but if you can ask the right person the right question soon enough, you will avoid a lot of needless sweating from all that running around.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
A Story
A year ago I was doing the same thing I am doing today. ..getting ready for school the day before vacation. Excited to be going on a trip to San Diego to visit crazy cousin Dottie! Life was good. Work was okay....in spite of the fact that we were dealing the best we could without our fearless Tech Team leader who was at home courageously battling back from successful brain aneurysm surgery in September. We were holding our own without her...trying to move forward with her vision and trying ever so clumsily to meet her expectations.
Off to the airport with my friend and my mom..off to sunny San Diego to visit crazy cousin Dottie. I had only met Dottie the summer before when the Tech Team traveled to San Diego for a conference. After several phone calls and attempts to find a good time to drive up to Encinitas to meet her and pay a visit, we managed a night like no other. Crammed into some little shit box of a car, up Santa Fe Drive, searching for the little cottage on the hill on Stratford Ave. We laughed, we drank, we drove to Charlie's By the Sea and ate dinner on the sand overlooking the Pacific sun setting on California surfers. It was a magical night.
Soon I would be introducing Dottie to yet another friend. A midnight cup of coffee at the San Diego airport kept us going...the Grand Marquis without any shocks, I swear, got us out to Stratford Ave once again, this time in the dark..our way lit up by the giant pine tree in her yard festooned with leftover Christams lights.
Chilly but warm. A fire was a constant in the fireplace each night, with a glass of Franzia. On Monday morning we decided we would venture into Tijuana. No, you do not need a passport to drive or walk over the boarder, or to get back! I swear! We looked it up on the Internet the night before. You only need a passport if you fly. Which we were not.
How cool is this? Armed with cameras and a jacket and a lot of laughs, we taxied to some street lined with shops. Did I mention it was 10 o'clock in the morning and we were the only ones there? We had so much fun haggling with the shop owners whose goal in life was to separate us from our last dollar. "For you? Practically free!" Trinkets, silver , turquoise, handbags, shawls, you name it. Practically free. They walked beside us along the sidewalk until we reached the next store front where we were greeted probably by their brother. Were they calling ahead? Here they come!!
I am not a crazy jewelry person, but I really liked the silver with red coral stones. I managed to snag a silver cuff bracelet inlaid with red coral chips. 20 bucks. And so the day went. We shopped til we dropped, walked back over the boarder showing our driver's license, and a smile, and back to Stratford Ave we went. The week was a fantastic mix of ocean, exercise, shopping, laughs, and a cat who slipped into our room each night through the open window. Did I mention the temperature dipped down into the 40's each night and the heat was non existant? Thank goodness for down comfortors and sweatpants!
Fast forward to summer in New England. It is pouring buckets..and has been for days. We are off to church and I have decided to wear my silver bracelet from Mexico. With the red stones. We head to breakfast, then off to church at the beach. Somewhere between putting on makeup and the homily my bracelet disappears. Gone. My brain is blank. I cannot even remember seeing it on my wrist. Maybe I never put it on? A twenty dollar bracelet from a vacation in mexico...gone. Why am I so upset? We looked EVERYWHERE! , back through the wet grass, the sidewalk, the parking lot.....retracing my steps. Back to the Airfield Cafe...maybe it's at home? Maybe I took it off?? Gone.
Two days later. "Let's go back to the church parking lot one more time," my husband says. And so we did. And there it was. Laying face down in the gravel parking lot, a little beat up looking, but whole..missing 3 stones. "Maybe you can get it cleaned up and fixed?" I was so happy. Talk about good karma!
Then off to the jewelers to get it fixed. "This could take awhile," he said, "But I have a new stone cutter." Good news! They found the stones that willmatch your bracelet...it should be ready in a week." The first day I was able to wear it I was so happy. It was November. I proudly wore it to work, showing my colleagues how beautiful it was. But by the end of the day, I noticed the stones were lighter in color.....there was pink dye on the cuff of my white sweater....What?!?!!
As I rubbed the newly polished red stones, the red dye was coming off on my fingers. This is not good. Back to the jeweler..who fired the stone cutter and promised me beyond promise taht he would fix it and make it right. But it could take awhile. It could take a trip to Arizona, even.
It is now the day before vacation, one year later. At work there is only one person left from the original trip to California....My friend has almost completely recovered, physically, from the trauma of last year. But there is more to the story...and there are emotional scars that may never go away..for any of us. The silver bracelet with the red stones is whole again. And I am going back to Encinitas once again. Who knows why I am going? To connect with family..to heal..to bring things to full circle. It is not the same, nor will it ever be the same, but it is still good. It is a healing place. There is good karma there.
The bracelet symbolizes so much in this story if you think about it..strength, patience, faith, beauty, perserverence, dedication and teamwork, to name a few. I am picking it up from the silversmith today. He does not know he has the last chapter in the story.
Off to the airport with my friend and my mom..off to sunny San Diego to visit crazy cousin Dottie. I had only met Dottie the summer before when the Tech Team traveled to San Diego for a conference. After several phone calls and attempts to find a good time to drive up to Encinitas to meet her and pay a visit, we managed a night like no other. Crammed into some little shit box of a car, up Santa Fe Drive, searching for the little cottage on the hill on Stratford Ave. We laughed, we drank, we drove to Charlie's By the Sea and ate dinner on the sand overlooking the Pacific sun setting on California surfers. It was a magical night.
Soon I would be introducing Dottie to yet another friend. A midnight cup of coffee at the San Diego airport kept us going...the Grand Marquis without any shocks, I swear, got us out to Stratford Ave once again, this time in the dark..our way lit up by the giant pine tree in her yard festooned with leftover Christams lights.
Chilly but warm. A fire was a constant in the fireplace each night, with a glass of Franzia. On Monday morning we decided we would venture into Tijuana. No, you do not need a passport to drive or walk over the boarder, or to get back! I swear! We looked it up on the Internet the night before. You only need a passport if you fly. Which we were not.
How cool is this? Armed with cameras and a jacket and a lot of laughs, we taxied to some street lined with shops. Did I mention it was 10 o'clock in the morning and we were the only ones there? We had so much fun haggling with the shop owners whose goal in life was to separate us from our last dollar. "For you? Practically free!" Trinkets, silver , turquoise, handbags, shawls, you name it. Practically free. They walked beside us along the sidewalk until we reached the next store front where we were greeted probably by their brother. Were they calling ahead? Here they come!!
I am not a crazy jewelry person, but I really liked the silver with red coral stones. I managed to snag a silver cuff bracelet inlaid with red coral chips. 20 bucks. And so the day went. We shopped til we dropped, walked back over the boarder showing our driver's license, and a smile, and back to Stratford Ave we went. The week was a fantastic mix of ocean, exercise, shopping, laughs, and a cat who slipped into our room each night through the open window. Did I mention the temperature dipped down into the 40's each night and the heat was non existant? Thank goodness for down comfortors and sweatpants!
Fast forward to summer in New England. It is pouring buckets..and has been for days. We are off to church and I have decided to wear my silver bracelet from Mexico. With the red stones. We head to breakfast, then off to church at the beach. Somewhere between putting on makeup and the homily my bracelet disappears. Gone. My brain is blank. I cannot even remember seeing it on my wrist. Maybe I never put it on? A twenty dollar bracelet from a vacation in mexico...gone. Why am I so upset? We looked EVERYWHERE! , back through the wet grass, the sidewalk, the parking lot.....retracing my steps. Back to the Airfield Cafe...maybe it's at home? Maybe I took it off?? Gone.
Two days later. "Let's go back to the church parking lot one more time," my husband says. And so we did. And there it was. Laying face down in the gravel parking lot, a little beat up looking, but whole..missing 3 stones. "Maybe you can get it cleaned up and fixed?" I was so happy. Talk about good karma!
Then off to the jewelers to get it fixed. "This could take awhile," he said, "But I have a new stone cutter." Good news! They found the stones that willmatch your bracelet...it should be ready in a week." The first day I was able to wear it I was so happy. It was November. I proudly wore it to work, showing my colleagues how beautiful it was. But by the end of the day, I noticed the stones were lighter in color.....there was pink dye on the cuff of my white sweater....What?!?!!
As I rubbed the newly polished red stones, the red dye was coming off on my fingers. This is not good. Back to the jeweler..who fired the stone cutter and promised me beyond promise taht he would fix it and make it right. But it could take awhile. It could take a trip to Arizona, even.
It is now the day before vacation, one year later. At work there is only one person left from the original trip to California....My friend has almost completely recovered, physically, from the trauma of last year. But there is more to the story...and there are emotional scars that may never go away..for any of us. The silver bracelet with the red stones is whole again. And I am going back to Encinitas once again. Who knows why I am going? To connect with family..to heal..to bring things to full circle. It is not the same, nor will it ever be the same, but it is still good. It is a healing place. There is good karma there.
The bracelet symbolizes so much in this story if you think about it..strength, patience, faith, beauty, perserverence, dedication and teamwork, to name a few. I am picking it up from the silversmith today. He does not know he has the last chapter in the story.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
What do you need?
I need coffee. Every morning. And occasionally, I need it again in the afternoon. I need 8 hours of sleep every night, which I don't usually get. I need to eat. Like every two -three hours..just a little bit...so that I don't crash and burn. I also need water, lots of water, especially if I'm going to the gym...otherwise..you guessed it...crash and burn.
I need to read. Every morning. Especially the news...the daily newspaper delivered to my house and several online editions. I need to write, too! Obviously.
Those are the basics, essentially, but I've been thinking about what I really need to function as a high level human being. I 've had moments without these things, and clearly I am a happier more productive person when my needs, or most of my needs are met.
1. Learn. Something new every day is the goal, but sometimes it's one big thing that carries over for weeks or months, and that counts.
2. Interact with likeable people. At least a couple times a day. Sometimes this is hard...I mean I do like a lot of people, but that is a relative word. Likeable people send off good vibes and make you feel more positive in general, which is a good thing.
3. Set goals. Every day. Little goals that get crossed off the short to do list, and long term goals to keep me focised on what's important...the BIG GOAL. Have a big goal.
4. Intellectual Interaction. That's a hard one. It's like a little quiz I have with myself every day. "Who can handle having a conversation with me today?" You'd be surprised. I do not need people to agree with me! To the contrary. However, there are a whole lot people who like to carry on one way conversations...all talk, no listening..no questioning. Is that a conversation? I don't think so. I feel fortunate if I can have 1 intellectual conversation daily. I usually end up having it in my head.
5. Friends. I like my space and my quiet time, and I even need it occasionally, but I need people. Am I needy? A little. I have a family, but friends are different. Different friends for different needs, I guess. See the list above.
6. Laugh. Sometimes friends make you laugh, sometimes family makes you laugh, sometimes I laugh at myself. Laughter is good.
So I used to think I needed to have fun, shop, eat, etc...but I guess all of those things are substitutes for something on the list. I've seen Oprah. I get it.
What do you need?
I need to read. Every morning. Especially the news...the daily newspaper delivered to my house and several online editions. I need to write, too! Obviously.
Those are the basics, essentially, but I've been thinking about what I really need to function as a high level human being. I 've had moments without these things, and clearly I am a happier more productive person when my needs, or most of my needs are met.
1. Learn. Something new every day is the goal, but sometimes it's one big thing that carries over for weeks or months, and that counts.
2. Interact with likeable people. At least a couple times a day. Sometimes this is hard...I mean I do like a lot of people, but that is a relative word. Likeable people send off good vibes and make you feel more positive in general, which is a good thing.
3. Set goals. Every day. Little goals that get crossed off the short to do list, and long term goals to keep me focised on what's important...the BIG GOAL. Have a big goal.
4. Intellectual Interaction. That's a hard one. It's like a little quiz I have with myself every day. "Who can handle having a conversation with me today?" You'd be surprised. I do not need people to agree with me! To the contrary. However, there are a whole lot people who like to carry on one way conversations...all talk, no listening..no questioning. Is that a conversation? I don't think so. I feel fortunate if I can have 1 intellectual conversation daily. I usually end up having it in my head.
5. Friends. I like my space and my quiet time, and I even need it occasionally, but I need people. Am I needy? A little. I have a family, but friends are different. Different friends for different needs, I guess. See the list above.
6. Laugh. Sometimes friends make you laugh, sometimes family makes you laugh, sometimes I laugh at myself. Laughter is good.
So I used to think I needed to have fun, shop, eat, etc...but I guess all of those things are substitutes for something on the list. I've seen Oprah. I get it.
What do you need?
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
So you want to learn Dutch?
Easier then you might think! First you must buy a Tomtom..and then, while you are setting it up, when asked to choose the language, disconnect it from your pc. Voila! Dutch!Actually, voila is French. But I can tell you in just 2 short days I learned some commonly used Dutch terms as I attempted to trouble shoot and navigate my way back to the English Language.
JA? means "YES" and NEE means...you guessed it, "NO." "What?" my daughter asked...why did you hook it up to the computer? Just touch the screen and answer the questions!"
'That's the problem..all the questions are in Dutch!"
"Ben je daar zeker van?"
" Ja, I'm sure! SO since I cannot figure out how to reset the language, Ik probeer Nederlands te leren."
"Nee, you don't have to learn Dutch, let me see it!" She grabbed it, tapped, "Ja" and kept tapping away until she got to the ULA and handed it back to me. "Ik begrijp het niet " I don't understand, either. I uninstalled the software, I reinstalled the software, I looked through the FAQ's, I reset the language in the software. Dutch is not going to work.
Why Dutch? ...Dutch is spoken by everyone in the Netherlands, parts of Belguim and France...over 17 million people. AND after a little investigating, it appears the Tomtom originated in the Netherlands, and is a Dutch company. Who knew?
If you want to see a little more, check out this youtube video clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-Nk2IQ8hes Oh, and did you know one of the founders was a woman? Because, well, we all know women will actually stop and ask for directions, rather than drive aimlessly for hours on end hoping to end up at their destination.
So back to my story. "Try resetting the device." Nope, that didn't work. Still Dutch. So one more time back to the tomtom.com support page. What do I want to do? I want to change the language on my device. And there it is. It's a good thing the Tomtom meun has little icons with a description on the website, because in the Netherlands, their wrench looks way different than ours. Menu...tools.....and there's the American Flag! Hooray for the good ol' USA!
So now my Tomtom speaks to me in English....I have learned a couple Dutch words, just in case I ever go to Aruba, and I know a little bit more about the tomtom. In case you need to know.
JA? means "YES" and NEE means...you guessed it, "NO." "What?" my daughter asked...why did you hook it up to the computer? Just touch the screen and answer the questions!"
'That's the problem..all the questions are in Dutch!"
"Ben je daar zeker van?"
" Ja, I'm sure! SO since I cannot figure out how to reset the language, Ik probeer Nederlands te leren."
"Nee, you don't have to learn Dutch, let me see it!" She grabbed it, tapped, "Ja" and kept tapping away until she got to the ULA and handed it back to me. "Ik begrijp het niet " I don't understand, either. I uninstalled the software, I reinstalled the software, I looked through the FAQ's, I reset the language in the software. Dutch is not going to work.
Why Dutch? ...Dutch is spoken by everyone in the Netherlands, parts of Belguim and France...over 17 million people. AND after a little investigating, it appears the Tomtom originated in the Netherlands, and is a Dutch company. Who knew?
If you want to see a little more, check out this youtube video clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-Nk2IQ8hes Oh, and did you know one of the founders was a woman? Because, well, we all know women will actually stop and ask for directions, rather than drive aimlessly for hours on end hoping to end up at their destination.
So back to my story. "Try resetting the device." Nope, that didn't work. Still Dutch. So one more time back to the tomtom.com support page. What do I want to do? I want to change the language on my device. And there it is. It's a good thing the Tomtom meun has little icons with a description on the website, because in the Netherlands, their wrench looks way different than ours. Menu...tools.....and there's the American Flag! Hooray for the good ol' USA!
So now my Tomtom speaks to me in English....I have learned a couple Dutch words, just in case I ever go to Aruba, and I know a little bit more about the tomtom. In case you need to know.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Workin it
Okay..so I have been told I need to rest, take it easy, don't work out so "aggressively." What? The good news is I have been xray'd pretty much from head to toe...well, almost..and all is well. Exept for the sinus thing and the neck thing and the upper back thing. So rest. Take it easy for 3-4 weeks. Grrrrrrrr...
So I am going to the gym to start walking. How boring is that? Even with the television, and the itunes and a "walk 9 holes of golf" program, it is still not something I am looking forward to. We will have to revisit the whole resting thing. I have rested a week. That should be good.
So we were in search of a Wii last night...that is the latest, greatest form of exercise, right? If you can find one to buy! I think the real form of exercise is in the hunt. Drive to the mall, park, walk from store to store....good exercise. If you get to the store late morning, Mon -Friday, and you race to the store to be one of the first people there, you might just actually score a Wii. That ought to get your heart rate up! Then the real fun begins. I will be looking for a Wii to buy to play virtual golf. Is that non-aggressive enough? I don't know..you'd have to see my golf swing. Pretty aggressive.
So my question is...how do you strengthen your core if you cannot put strain on your back or your neck. Good question, right? We'll get back to you on that one. After I go to the gym.
So I am going to the gym to start walking. How boring is that? Even with the television, and the itunes and a "walk 9 holes of golf" program, it is still not something I am looking forward to. We will have to revisit the whole resting thing. I have rested a week. That should be good.
So we were in search of a Wii last night...that is the latest, greatest form of exercise, right? If you can find one to buy! I think the real form of exercise is in the hunt. Drive to the mall, park, walk from store to store....good exercise. If you get to the store late morning, Mon -Friday, and you race to the store to be one of the first people there, you might just actually score a Wii. That ought to get your heart rate up! Then the real fun begins. I will be looking for a Wii to buy to play virtual golf. Is that non-aggressive enough? I don't know..you'd have to see my golf swing. Pretty aggressive.
So my question is...how do you strengthen your core if you cannot put strain on your back or your neck. Good question, right? We'll get back to you on that one. After I go to the gym.
Monday, February 4, 2008
In search of perfection....
What is it about the quest for perfection that seems to cause otherwise very sensible people to think it actually exists? The perfect team. The perfect quarterback. The perfect season. Maybe a perfect record. But does a perfect record mean perfection? Only in the context of wins and losses. Numbers. Math.
As a coach and an athlete, there is no such thing,really,as perfection.Because when you reach that pinnacle, there is nowhere to go. As soon as you think you are perfect, there is someone ready to knock you down. Many teams and athletes have been able to do amazing things because others perceive them to be perfectly unbeatable. The way I see it perfection is somewhat of a myth. Something you are searching for and trying to achieve, but something that might never be attained. Nobody claims to be perfect, yet those who believe others are perfect fail to realize their full potential because they fear they can never reach perfection.
Don't get me wrong...there are perfect moments. Moments in time when everything comes together in a mythical, magical way; moments when all the stars and planets are aligned. You know what I mean. In sports...the perfect golf shot- a hole in one; the shot thrown up from half court, at the buzzer....the quadruple jump landed on the perfect outside edge....the bullseye....the perfect score on the big test....hitting for the cycle...the no hitter...moments of perfection.
And then there are those perfect moments that if you're not paying attention, you might miss...the drive hit so well you may never have that feeling again; the perfect martini....the perfect song playing at the perfect time....the perfect night to go for a walk on the beach....warm, breezy, and starry...the perfect compliment after the perfect meal. Catching the sun setting on the horizon....catching the perfect wave...perfect moments every day.
One game does not make a team perfect. As a coach you know that. That one win might give your team a perfect record...but a perfect record does not make a team perfect. And one game does not make a team perfect. That's what the quest is all about. Do not assume you will find perfection in the end. You may have already played your perfect game.
As a coach and an athlete, there is no such thing,really,as perfection.Because when you reach that pinnacle, there is nowhere to go. As soon as you think you are perfect, there is someone ready to knock you down. Many teams and athletes have been able to do amazing things because others perceive them to be perfectly unbeatable. The way I see it perfection is somewhat of a myth. Something you are searching for and trying to achieve, but something that might never be attained. Nobody claims to be perfect, yet those who believe others are perfect fail to realize their full potential because they fear they can never reach perfection.
Don't get me wrong...there are perfect moments. Moments in time when everything comes together in a mythical, magical way; moments when all the stars and planets are aligned. You know what I mean. In sports...the perfect golf shot- a hole in one; the shot thrown up from half court, at the buzzer....the quadruple jump landed on the perfect outside edge....the bullseye....the perfect score on the big test....hitting for the cycle...the no hitter...moments of perfection.
And then there are those perfect moments that if you're not paying attention, you might miss...the drive hit so well you may never have that feeling again; the perfect martini....the perfect song playing at the perfect time....the perfect night to go for a walk on the beach....warm, breezy, and starry...the perfect compliment after the perfect meal. Catching the sun setting on the horizon....catching the perfect wave...perfect moments every day.
One game does not make a team perfect. As a coach you know that. That one win might give your team a perfect record...but a perfect record does not make a team perfect. And one game does not make a team perfect. That's what the quest is all about. Do not assume you will find perfection in the end. You may have already played your perfect game.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Welcome to February
I love short months! February...not only a short month, but a vacation month,the Superbowl, Valentine's Day, President's Day and this year....a leap year. Hopefully we will leap into an early spring.
Are you ready for the Big Game on Sunday? Since when is the Super Bowl played inFebruary? February is the month we start baseball!! Remember when baseball started when football was over, and basketball wasn't played in June? Football didn't start until baseball was over....now, the World Series is heading to November, the Superbowl is in February...and it looks like the NBA playoffs are heading toward the 4th of July.
So I sat down last night to put together a little movie featuring...you guessed it, the Pats and the Giants. Got all my pictures from the last big showdown at Giants Stadium, and got my music. But last night it was not gonna happen. I forgot Windows Moviemaker will not import MP4 or Mpeg 4 files....so...no itunes!!!
Thank goodness there are software engineers who care about this sort of thing out there, because Microsoft has no solution as of yet. What's up with that? Do they know how many people use Movie maker AND itunes??
So for now, it's like...go to the movie and turn on the BOSE for sound effects. We'll keep you posted on that one...
Remember that nothing is as simple as it should be, nor is it as simple as you think it's going to be. I am hoping that eventually if I run into enough road blocks I will either a: learn to take an alternate route the first time, or b: remember what needs to be done along the way..kinda like a secret passcode to get through the seemingly invisible crack in the massive pile of concrete standing in my way.Because running up against a road block...having to look up directions for alternate routes, turning around, figuring out how to navigate the new and improved route just slows me down. And the learning curve can be quite steep.
Are you ready for the Big Game on Sunday? Since when is the Super Bowl played inFebruary? February is the month we start baseball!! Remember when baseball started when football was over, and basketball wasn't played in June? Football didn't start until baseball was over....now, the World Series is heading to November, the Superbowl is in February...and it looks like the NBA playoffs are heading toward the 4th of July.
So I sat down last night to put together a little movie featuring...you guessed it, the Pats and the Giants. Got all my pictures from the last big showdown at Giants Stadium, and got my music. But last night it was not gonna happen. I forgot Windows Moviemaker will not import MP4 or Mpeg 4 files....so...no itunes!!!
Thank goodness there are software engineers who care about this sort of thing out there, because Microsoft has no solution as of yet. What's up with that? Do they know how many people use Movie maker AND itunes??
So for now, it's like...go to the movie and turn on the BOSE for sound effects. We'll keep you posted on that one...
Remember that nothing is as simple as it should be, nor is it as simple as you think it's going to be. I am hoping that eventually if I run into enough road blocks I will either a: learn to take an alternate route the first time, or b: remember what needs to be done along the way..kinda like a secret passcode to get through the seemingly invisible crack in the massive pile of concrete standing in my way.Because running up against a road block...having to look up directions for alternate routes, turning around, figuring out how to navigate the new and improved route just slows me down. And the learning curve can be quite steep.
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