Wednesday, September 24, 2008

My Letter to Al Gore

Dear Mr. Gore,

I am a CFL bulb user. I began purchasing these bulbs at the recommendation of dear, frugal friends who had saved 10’s of dollars by installing them in all their light fixtures. Like them, Mr. Gore, I bought into your notion that CFL bulbs would save on my energy bills and would decrease the nation’s energy consumption as a whole. I convinced my husband to purchase them for every light in our home when our prudent friends - the Pringles (names changed to protect the innocent – but not yours, Mr. Gore) - bought them for their own home. I laughed at the irony (if that’s what it was) when a few months ago I saw the tiny little sign above the CFL bulbs at WalMart informing me that my purchase was contaminating hundreds of landfills throughout the USA. But I have less waste to dispose of with my long-lasting CFL bulbs than, say, the fly-by- night, dime-a-dozen standard GE 60 watters, right, Mr. Al Gore? I continued to buy into your Global Warming fodder that CFLs, along with Obama’s tire gauge, would help to end the energy crisis. The well-intentioned St. Louis ladies of Women’s Voices Raised for Social Injustice, who footed the CFL light bulb bill for hundreds of lower income families in our area, also bought into your ideas. They, too, believed that the energy saved to purchase bulbs we once called “fluorescent” but are now disguised in the energy-saving “green” misnomer of the CFL, would save the world. I don’t suppose, Mr. Gore, that they had read this statement in their genuine yet mistaken good intentions:



…the study found breaking a single bulb can send mercury vapor levels in a room
to over 50 times the level that California considers dangerous and to over
300 times what the EPA has established as a safe level for prolonged exposure.
(found on the internet – you know, the one you invented, at: http://www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=72133)

Or, Mr. Gore, this bit of information the news media fails to share in between your oh-so wise soundbites:


The small amount of mercury inside a CFL can penetrate carpet and continue to be
emitted at very low levels for a long time. This may continue even after the
initial cleanup. If a CFL breaks on carpeting, consider removing the section of carpet where the breakage occurred, especially if young children or pregnant women frequently use this room. (http://www.ct.gov/dph/lib/dph/cfl_fact_sheet_final.pdf)


Mr. Gore, perhaps your family (with its new houseboat) can afford to replace my brand-new friese carpet in the family room (where we spend all our time). Mine, however, cannot. Besides, sir, that the money I saved in buying these bulbs over the last year was nullified tonite when I purchased a 'disposable' vacuum cleaner to clean the contaminated mess made by one of your beloved (now broken) CFL bulbs. Dare I ask how I might 'double bag' this new (but now poisonous) vacuum cleaner and place it into a glass jar with a metal lid for my local landfill to accept? Or, pray tell, what happens if the glass jar I placed the broken bulb into (as per the Energy Star website's instruction) might break when the trashman throws it into his truck?

Mr. Gore, in future interviews with the liberal media about our use of CFL bulbs, would you please inform the public that we should "consider not using CFLs in playrooms, children’s bedrooms, and other areas where there may be an increased chance of bulb breakage."
(http://www.ct.gov/dph/lib/dph/cfl_fact_sheet_final.pdf) Perhaps the dear members of Women's Voices Raised for Social Injustice should also be informed of this recommendation, as they are handing out CFL bulbs free for single mothers of low-income households. I, for one, had I known the significant risks, with my houseful of small children and pets, I might have reconsidered your wisdom. As should they.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Before and After Pictures.

I'd say The Man has been handy with tools since we met. My mom gave this bistro set to us for our first home - a little two bedroom apartment in Midtown.



Here we are enjoying it upon its completion:



I remember I dolled up that deck for a "Clean Up Your Deck Contest" in our complex once. I so should have won --- fresh cut flowers on the table, planters bursting with herbia (I'm making that a word), and our very own mafia cat. I should've been a shoe in.



Since then, we've dolled up many a part of our house! And those improvements have ALL been at the hands of My Man. Since everyone enjoys a nice before and after shot, here are a few from My (Handy) Man.


Our Master Bath
(Oh yes. Yes, it's true.)



"Hallelujah!


Another?
Why yes! Let's!


The Kids' Bath (also known as - Everyone Else's)
Oh yes. Yessir.



Can I get an "Amen!"




How 'bout one more? C'mon! You know you want to!


Here you go...
(I can't make this stuff up, people...)

After...




Here's at least partial proof that The Man's mighty hands produced such beautiful craftsmanship!


Hey - have I told you


MY HUSBAND ROCKS!!!

Monday, September 22, 2008

Is It Friday Yet?


Cuz My Husband Rocks!

My Man and I married for better or for worse 10 years ago on October 4th! Believe me, we've kind of been 'through it all' in a decade - though I know there is much more to come! I pray that we continue to be blessed. But when God allows - not authors, but allows - rain to fall, I pray that we continue singing like birds in a downpour!

In the (10) days to come, I plan to honor the man my husband has become by sharing some of his awesomeness here on my blog. I joke that he isn't the same man I married --- and in truth, he isn't. He's much, much more. God put me on a fabulous path with a wonderful man. Join me in looking back at who he's become...

My Man: Then



My Man: Now


Sunday, September 21, 2008

Politics

The only political discussion I remember as a child was when I was in the second grade and we voted Carter or Reagan within our school. Carter won. Fortune tellers we were not.


The next political talks I recall were for the Hancock Amendment in college. Those in favor had us believing they'd take away football AND the music department if we didn't get it passed.

I swear I married a Democrat. He says once he saw the take-home pay of his first real job, he hasn't looked back. I remember when the twins were 3 and Meiners was in a carseat, we visited the headquarters here in our fair town, and my husband taught the kids to chant: "4 more years" as we walked into the building. Today we took the kids to the Republican Picnic.

The highlights from the day included meeting PearlHeart (remember Nashville Stars?).




Our fashion diva


The Canine Twins


And taking a bite out of a little Midwestern Americana. The facts of the race this year are remarkable. And make me a little nauseated, actually. I'm praying for our country and its people - daily - but especially for the next 44 days. We face a monumental decision that can lead our country into one of two entirely different directions, depending upon the conclusion.

Be smart. Get informed.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Shake the Dust Off Your Sandals

I've had kind of a crummy week.

Some of you may have noticed I wrote a post late Thursday night and pulled it down Friday morning. I pulled it because Gramma2Many is planning her trip to Africa with Msoshi. I sat at my computer Friday morning and realized there are so many more important things in life. God gives His time to us no matter how 'insignificant' our 'problems' may be, but I'm focusing my prayers on Gramma and my friends like her. Life is too short not to see the forest for the trees.

Shortly after I pulled the post, I shared an awesome phone call with one of my best friends. She, too, helped me. (THANK YOU, P.S.!!!) She helped me remember what a friend is. Here's what I know: A friend is there when you have a crisis. And she stands up for you even when you aren't standing right next to her. I was reminded of Sissy's post about friends. I don't need to be everything to everyone. I need to mean something to someone.

I am a fairly transparent person. I am an imperfect person saved by the Grace of God. My profile rings so true about me --- I am constantly trying to be better. And boy, some days I really soar. And other days...I am thankful I have a forgiving God.

So, I'm shaking the dust off my sandals. And I'm moving on. (Mark 6:11) Thanks, Mom!
God Bless!

See ya again soon!

Monday, September 15, 2008

I'll Let Them Tell You How It Went

A Letter received today about yesterday's marathon...


"Lewis & Clark 2008: You Tried; We Tried

As far as our event was concerned, the remnants of Hurricane Ike could not have arrived in St. Louis at a worse possible time. While we are all very disappointed that this year's race did not turn out as we hoped, we are very proud of how our volunteers and athletes responded to a true worst-case weather scenario.

Postponing a race of the size of Lewis & Clark - even for a few hours - was never an option. Our event requires time-specific permits and permissions from a dozen separate municipalities and government agencies - as well as the scheduling of 500 volunteers (who come to us both as individuals and in groups) and various service providers (traffic control, trash hauling, etc.). Postponing until a later date is also not possible. The booking of Frontier Park, the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater , medical support, bus service, etc. must be done months (and in some cases a year) in advance. Our only two choices for the event were to (1) cancel it entirely or (2) work hard to provide a safe event in spite of the extreme weather...

...Despite the fact that circumstances were such that cancelling the event was a defensible position, we decided to do our best to serve our athletesby holding the event. While few PRs would be set - everyone was at least sure to leave with an "I ran with Ike" story. When the event started, we had every intention of allowing everyone to complete the entire distance. Both courses were runnable and we believed given the latest weather reports that they would continue to be so. Unfortunately, the combination of (1) the storm dropping over 5" of rain and (2) much of that rain falling immediately before the start of the race (in part due to the delay that resulted because the police were understandably late getting to their positions because they were busy working a multitude of traffic accidents) caused a flash flood that swamped a long stretch of the north section of our course just minutes before the first runners were to arrive. When we received the reports of the flash flooding approximately 30 minutes into the race, we immediately responded by safely altering the course to avoid the flooded area. We wish we could have re-routed to another 13.1 mile course, but for many reasons that was not a viable option. ...the storm knocked out our radio communications... To make matters worse, our finish line sound system was also put out of commission by the storm, so information could not be effectively delivered post-race...As for the marathon course, we received word soon after the flooding report that the wind and rain had caused two large branches to fall onto and across our course - obviously a dangerous situation. In addition, the medical station on the south end of the marathon course could not operate effectively in the dangerous conditions. As a result, we felt we had to stop all of our competitors at 10 miles.


Congratulations to those of you who competed head-to-head with Ike!

David Spetnagel, Debby Spetnagel, Jeff Neuschwander, Kristen Murphy
Race Directors"

Well, there you have it. Although My Man made a valiant attempt to get us to the starting line and helped keep our spirits up with his ever-present sense of humor, it was not in the cards. And I think I'm kinda glad...

(see yesterday's post)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

We Interrupt This Marathon

To those of you who wished me well this morning - sent emails here or prayers up, THANK YOU!

However,

Check this out.

To make a long story short, 5 feet of standing water in half the city; exits closed down and alternative routes flooded, we never made it to the starting line.

We went to Cracker Barrel and ate breakfast, witnessing the 60 mph winds and sheets of rain falling sideways from a nice warm distance.

Stay tuned. There's always Chicago or Memphis!


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