Random Pictures

I don't know why, but I love taking various pictures of my Indians collectibles. In this case, that also includes Steelers, Coke, and Mickey Mouse.


I was chasing Tyler around with the camera. He finally surprised me by turning around and 'shooting me!'


Emily was playing around in her room when I snapped this one. I have no idea what was going through her mind at the time...


And, here is a 'so-close' moment from one of Emily's ballgames. It may look like it's a tie, but the fielder got there just before I snapped the picture... Dang it!


For the record: How is it that the Blogger dictionary does NOT know the word "Steelers!?!?!" HELLO!!!!

Pens win! And an untimely Woot

The Penguins won the Stanley Cup! I managed to watch part of the 2nd and 3rd periods, and I have to say, this was a fantastic hockey game - knockdowns, last-minute rush on goal, a missed goal off the crossbar! Fantastic stuff, and did I mention THE PENGUINS WON!?!? Yeah, Buddy!

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Today's WOOT is a three-piece luggage set. Why is that an untimely woot? Because I leave for Chicago at 5:00 Sunday morning, and then in two weeks, we head for NYC. I have no idea how long it takes for woot purchases to arrive, but I can only assume the luggage would get here as we returned from NYC.

Of course, we have luggage, so it's not like I even need the woot. But, it is little things in life, like the offer of discount luggage just after the time you might have been able to use it, that keep us on our toes - or make us roll our eyes.

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For those of you on FaceBook, you can now reach me at www.facebook.com/davehenderson, for whatever that's worth... :-) Of course, if I don't know you, then I can't promise to be your friend. Basically, let me know you followed me from here and that gets most folks in... Well, maybe. Don't take offense if you don't get added. It's just FaceBook, after all.

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Can you write a story in just six words? I read there is a contest that asks just sort of thing. So, I thought I'd try it:

Jack eloped with Jill. They loved.

Yeah... not so much, huh? Well, here is one more just for fun:

Penguins rally to win Stanley Cup!

Heh-heh... I just made that up. Aren't I clever?

Miss California stripped of title and other stuff

Carrie Prejean, Miss California, was "shocked" when she was told that she was being stripped of her title. Much like "The Apprentice," she was basically told, "You're Fired!" You may remember she is the one who spoke out against gay marriage. Supposedly that has nothing to do with that, but instead is because she broke her contractual obligations for public appearances.

I'm sure there will a threat of a lawsuit, if not an actual lawsuit, over the whole thing. All I can say is that it better not be over her views. Period. Then again, what difference does it make? Nothing will change either way.

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Okay, I lied. There's not really 'other stuff' going on here.... I thought there might have been, but I was wrong. Between long work days, visiting mom in the hospital, and not getting home until after 8pm, I am just worn out. I am looking forward to Chicago for a little break.

The problem with the trip to Chicago is that I know I won't be around to check on mom. I'll have to try calling during a break.

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Say goodnight, Gracie... :-)

Steaks Up!

Pictures from the cookout at work today:


Floyd is our Workforce Education Specialist, and served as the Master of Grilling for today's activities...

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Here he is slingin' steaks on to the grill!

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As you can see, we are an equal opportunity "other duties" assigner! Gina was recruited to marinade the steaks and help sling 'em on the grill.

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John (left) and I get caught on camera... We were TOLD only the plate was being photographed... See if we ever trust Gina with the camera again!

It's Grillin Day

For the past few days, the education service center where I work has been hosting an "Administrator's Institute" - a 3-day intensive focus for Superintendents, Principals, and other administrators. There have been somewhere around 70 or so admins from our schools and from schools in other co-ops.

Today is the 'big day.' we will have around 90 people in the conference room, plus there at least two other workshops going on with 12-25 people each, PLUS staff that work at the co-op, PLUS people who come by to have things done as part of the daily routine of co-op business.

What does all of this have to do with grilling? Well, you see, under "other duties as assigned," the three guys that work for the co-op have been tasked with grilling roughly 90 steaks for lunch. I suddenly feel like that guy on Dinner: Impossible, but I don't have any culinary experience....well, unless you count my grilled cheese and my general failures to successfully cook spaghetti as 'culinary experience.'

I also volunteered myself to be the 'Chief Easter Bunny' (as one of the presenters called it) for a geocaching workshop we are holding today. Basically, in my infinite wisdom and lack of understanding just how many people were going to be here on this day, I volunteered to hide various caches for the geocachers to find. No big deal, right? Wrong. Every cache location was selected because of its proximity to the co-op. It's a short workshop (3 hours) so I made everything close by.

I have a feeling the caches will be found without the aid of a GPS unit simply based on the law of averages that says, "if you put 125+ people in one small place, some are bound to find 'hidden' geocaches simply by walking past them." Yes, it's a law, I looked it up, or read about it, or it fell out of the space between my ears. Hey, we're losing focus here... The point is, I am not sure the trinkets I am hiding will actually still be there by the time the geocaching workshop starts! Oy!

I'll keep ya posted. In the meantime, I've got to get dressed in my dress-code-approved work attire. And then go grill steaks in slacks and a polo. This should be interesting... I'll take pictures, and if I end up with as much on me as I serve, I'll have someone take pictures of me. But you never know, I may come out clean as a whistle, as they used to say.