A re-post from a different blog

I posted this on our paper's local blog yesterday. I think I can use it here, don't you? I figure it's my photo taken with my camera.

And the title was:

Honk if you like car shows

Emmett O'Brien Technical High School will hold its third annual classic car show from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. Sunday at the school, 141 Prindle Ave., Ansonia. More than 200 cars are expected to be on display. Admission is $2 for spectators. Entrant registration fee is $10 the day of the show. A super spot for entrants to park their cars costs $35, which includes served breakfast and lunch. Proceeds benefit the Parent-Faculty Organization and Skills USA. These Canada geese spotted in front of the school Wednesday morning seem to be waiting for the fun to begin.

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haha!

Giving my love some linky love for his new blog

For several days I've been meaning to write about Ralph's new venture in the blogosphere...he is trying to figure out how to work for himself and forge a new career path.

The part-time job he has now may not be there for much longer.

He has started a blog called Lapareau Consult.

Please take a moment to check it out! Thanks in advance.

A new blog about the pets we love

One of my editors and friends, Helen, has just started a blog with her daughter, Kiley, to try to cope with the death of their family's beloved dog.

Tesla, a Bernese Mountain dog, died last weekend.

Helen asked me to contribute to the blog. I sent her a post I had written when our cat, Humphrey, died in June 2007.

Their blog is called Tesla's Love. I recommend going there to visit.

If you have a post about a beloved pet, let me know and I will get you in touch with Helen. She is looking for contributors.

The Queen and her Ladies-in-Waiting

Date: March 27, 2008

Time: Running late (It's my fate)

Place: An Italian restaurant (well, actually the restaurant isn't Italian; the food served there is Italian-American style cuisine)

Reason: The Queen of the Blogosphere (Mimi) was visiting Connecticut (gracing The Nutmeg State with her royal presence)

Like Linda, I had also received a royal summons, nearly a command, to travel many miles to dine with Blog Royalty. Since I am not nearly as well known in blogospheric circles as Mimi and Linda, I decided to keep my invitation under wraps. Although I must say I had some fun dropping hints about it.

One should never turn down an invitation from a Queen, especially this one.
So I gassed up the carriage and took a drive. I got to the restaurant and introduced myself to Her Highness, who had just minutes earlier met our friend Linda for the first time.

Linda and I soon became Ladies-in-Waiting.
We carried the Queen's purse. We gave her newly-charged batteries for her royal camera. We even let her have her own side of the restaurant booth to herself.

(Truth be told, the thought of sitting NEXT to a Queen struck fear in my heart. So I gracefully seated myself next to the much less intimidating Linda, who has been given the title of Linda, Duchess of Norwich-upon-the-Thames. Yes, Connecticut has a Thames River just like London does.)
We had a delightful dinner, free of alcoholic beverages, but filled with caffeine, pasta, and lots of laughter.

Sadly, however, other local blue bloods I know and love were not so fortunate.

Behold the following conversation overheard among two of my close friends who were visiting me just yesterday:

Prince: Cindy, I've heard that our Queen, the lovely Mimi, is visiting Connecticut and staying in an undisclosed location. She has even dined in public, crown-less. But I have not received a royal summons to spend time with her.
Havest thou?

Cinderella: Nope. I ain't got no invite to no dinner, lunch, breakfast or brunch. Not even to Happy Hour.

Prince: I feareth we no longer rateth.

Cinderella: You may be correcteth.

Prince: How caneth we get our revenge?

Cinderella: Hmmm ... I know! We can bloggeth about it. That would enrage the Queen.

Prince: I believe you are correcteth. That would be a royal mess, and one I would like to help maketh.

Cinderella: Next time I am going to make a public appearance, I ain't gonna call the Queen to ask her to join me. She can go pound sand.

Prince: Cindy, you are not only beautiful, but smart. Borderline brilliant, I dare sayeth.
That is why I lovest thou.

And so, the Prince and his lady love, Cindy, decided to forget about the Queen and her snobbish ways. They were slighted by her but they knew in their hearts they could get over it. They left Connecticut and moved to a less expensive state, where they lived happily ever after.

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Here's Linda --->
snapping a photo of moi.

And here I am, warming up to the Queen:

(As for the three of us, we returned to our respective homes and computers, full of memories of a jolly good time.)

Jolly good.

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UPDATE: Please read Linda's and Mimi's accounts of this special evening. They are great fun. And Mimi even got the videos to work.

It's a struggle

I may start another blog and call it Fighting the Good Fight. Do you think that name has been taken?
After all, there are only 70 or 80 million blogs out there.
I'll check it out and report back.

News: the cats are starting to warm up to us. I just wish they would let me sleep through the night. They like to play and scamper about at 2 a.m. and they wake me up. Boo hoo.