The super bowl party was a great success.
40 people came together for good humored ribbing; good times; and enough food to feed a small army.
Steeler fans brought their towels, but it didn't help. The Packers' fans came prepared to cheer on their team.
The commercials were fun to watch. I think we all agreed that the dark vader little boy trying to use 'the force' on things around the house was the clear winner. We also liked the promo for House with Dr. House as Mean Joe Green.
The half time, as usual was a disappointment. The National Anthem was butchered. Why can't they find someone who will just sing it without embellishment?
My numbers, as I suspected, didn't even come close to the score of the game.
This is a busy Monday. The final plans for Thursday's Valentine party should be finished today. Mary Margaret, from Scratch Bakery in LeRoy is making a cake for the event. Geoff Clough will entertain.
Time Warner will call today and we'll discuss the proposal for installing wi-fi in the community room.
This is a project I've worked on for some time. There are many residents who have laptops but rarely use them. With wi-fi access, they can come down for informal classes.
I'll be filling in as the hostess for our euchre tournament. That is always a fun afternoon. There will be a literal feast on the snack table. There are a lot of leftovers from yesterday's party.
It will be my pleasure to distribute the winnings from yesterday's party. The big winner didn't attend the party. I'll try to contact him today to let him know that he won.
Have a wonderful Monday.
Showing posts with label valentine's day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label valentine's day. Show all posts
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
A Busy Weekend
This morning kicks off a very busy weekend.
I open the shop at 9am. I'll have a new volunteer coming in to learn the ropes. Her first shift is Monday morning at 9am. She, her husband and their little tiny dog moved in last weekend. I'm thrilled that she is volunteering.
This afternoon, I'll be shopping for the few last items for tomorrow.
We have a new vendor. She is a cancer survivor (brain tumors) who opened her own mobile kitchen.
I contacted Yvonne after reading about her in thebatavian.com, http://thebatavian.com/howard-owens/meet-batavias-cupcake-lady/23584. We hit it off immediately. She is known as the "cupcake lady". Her cupcakes are a work of art. Imagine having a floral box delivered to your house, but instead of roses, you find a dozen beautiful rose cupcakes! Another cupcake theme is honeycomb. Each cupcake looks like a honeycomb cell, complete with a bee made from a jellybean. When all the cupcakes are grouped together, it resembles a honeycomb.
She not only bakes, but she does catering out of her mobile kitchen. When I learned that, my game plan changed for Sunday.
The tailgate party for Wild Card Sunday will remain the same. Roast beef sandwiches, relish tray, and other snacks. The team meeting will now be catered by Yvonne. She'll bring chili, salad, corn bread, and dessert and I won't have to cook for the meeting. There will just be light snacks for the Wii bowling tournament. When I look at my Sunday schedule, I don't see much room for my Sunday afternoon nap.
I found Yvonne's story so inspirational that I am going to schedule her to give a talk, at the Towers, next month. We have many cancer survivors and some who are currently being treated. I think her will to survive is a story that should be told.
Plans are underway for our Valentine's Day celebration. We will swing and sway to the music of Geoff Clough on Thursday, Feb. 10. Last year, at our dinner, I was asked to draw the ticket for the 50/50 raffle. I made a big deal out of rooting around in the jar looking for a "hot" ticket. There was a lot of good natured teasing when the winner was a man who volunteers in the Snack Shop and who, by coincidence, was sitting next to me at the dinner.
Our volunteer decorating guru is already decking the halls for Valentine's Day. She does a great job.
It is almost 8am and my day begins.
Have a great Saturday.
I open the shop at 9am. I'll have a new volunteer coming in to learn the ropes. Her first shift is Monday morning at 9am. She, her husband and their little tiny dog moved in last weekend. I'm thrilled that she is volunteering.
This afternoon, I'll be shopping for the few last items for tomorrow.
We have a new vendor. She is a cancer survivor (brain tumors) who opened her own mobile kitchen.
I contacted Yvonne after reading about her in thebatavian.com, http://thebatavian.com/howard-owens/meet-batavias-cupcake-lady/23584. We hit it off immediately. She is known as the "cupcake lady". Her cupcakes are a work of art. Imagine having a floral box delivered to your house, but instead of roses, you find a dozen beautiful rose cupcakes! Another cupcake theme is honeycomb. Each cupcake looks like a honeycomb cell, complete with a bee made from a jellybean. When all the cupcakes are grouped together, it resembles a honeycomb.
She not only bakes, but she does catering out of her mobile kitchen. When I learned that, my game plan changed for Sunday.
The tailgate party for Wild Card Sunday will remain the same. Roast beef sandwiches, relish tray, and other snacks. The team meeting will now be catered by Yvonne. She'll bring chili, salad, corn bread, and dessert and I won't have to cook for the meeting. There will just be light snacks for the Wii bowling tournament. When I look at my Sunday schedule, I don't see much room for my Sunday afternoon nap.
I found Yvonne's story so inspirational that I am going to schedule her to give a talk, at the Towers, next month. We have many cancer survivors and some who are currently being treated. I think her will to survive is a story that should be told.
Plans are underway for our Valentine's Day celebration. We will swing and sway to the music of Geoff Clough on Thursday, Feb. 10. Last year, at our dinner, I was asked to draw the ticket for the 50/50 raffle. I made a big deal out of rooting around in the jar looking for a "hot" ticket. There was a lot of good natured teasing when the winner was a man who volunteers in the Snack Shop and who, by coincidence, was sitting next to me at the dinner.
Our volunteer decorating guru is already decking the halls for Valentine's Day. She does a great job.
It is almost 8am and my day begins.
Have a great Saturday.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Putting Together the February Newsletter
If a knee could have a shiner, then the right knee has one. It is black and blue. The only saving grace, today, is the pain pill.
Since I couldn't do much today, I decided to work on the first page of my February newsletter.
Of course, there has to be a mention of Valentine's Day.
I started my "Tales from the Tower" feature with a couple dancing.
Then, I realized that it was really a generation or two before most of us.
That got me thinking about the 1950s and if Valentine's Day cards and sentiment had changed since then.
When I was in grade school, everyone in the class HAD to give each student a card. It wasn't until sixth grade that passing cards became more selective.
That year, one card I received felt heavier than the thin envelops should be. I opened it to find a pair of tiny figure skates attached to a pin. It was from a boy who sat waaay across the room from me. We were casual friends and it came as a surprise.
I remember thanking him for the pin. He explained that his parents took him to Ice Capades that weekend and he purchased it there. He wanted me to have it.
What a fun memory.
I think our expectations about Valentine's day change as grow older.
It goes from childhood exchanges to a personal and intimate experience as we reach young adulthood.
As we get older, the expectations change again. Maybe a dinner, a box of candy or flowers. The sentiment changes to something more like, "we are like two old shoes that are comfortable". Not bad, but certainly not the romantic hearts and flowers day of our youth.
A few years ago, I invited a friend to taste test a recipe I planned on using in the newsletter. After dinner, he noticed an ad in the local paper for a restaurant serving prime rib for two on Valentine's day.
He thought it sounded like a good deal and asked if I would like to go.
I agreed.
Valentine's day turned into a very busy day. I did get my hair styled that morning but, from that point on, it was a day filled with must do errands.
Perhaps it was partially my fault for not mentioning the plans for dinner.
At our last stop to complete the errands, he handed me a box of candy.
I commented that it really was nice, but way too much considering we were going out for dinner that evening.
He looked at me with a total blank stare. Dinner?
I reminded him about the dinner plans. He totally forgot.
He was apologetic and offered to see if he could still make a reservation, but I knew it was too late.
We ended up eating pizza on the sofa while watching tv.
Was the evening a total loss?
I don't believe it was. It was the thought that counts.
That year, I gave him a large coffee mug with a neat saying on it.
He put it away and said he didn't want to break it.
I found it a year later, still tucked away in the closet.
Jokingly, I gave it to him again last year. He didn't remember it from the year before.
So, I put it away again.
I'm not sure if I'll drag it out again this year.
If I happen to run into him, I might just do that.
Time will tell!
Since I couldn't do much today, I decided to work on the first page of my February newsletter.
Of course, there has to be a mention of Valentine's Day.
I started my "Tales from the Tower" feature with a couple dancing.
That got me thinking about the 1950s and if Valentine's Day cards and sentiment had changed since then.
When I was in grade school, everyone in the class HAD to give each student a card. It wasn't until sixth grade that passing cards became more selective.
That year, one card I received felt heavier than the thin envelops should be. I opened it to find a pair of tiny figure skates attached to a pin. It was from a boy who sat waaay across the room from me. We were casual friends and it came as a surprise.
I remember thanking him for the pin. He explained that his parents took him to Ice Capades that weekend and he purchased it there. He wanted me to have it.
What a fun memory.
I think our expectations about Valentine's day change as grow older.
It goes from childhood exchanges to a personal and intimate experience as we reach young adulthood.
As we get older, the expectations change again. Maybe a dinner, a box of candy or flowers. The sentiment changes to something more like, "we are like two old shoes that are comfortable". Not bad, but certainly not the romantic hearts and flowers day of our youth.
A few years ago, I invited a friend to taste test a recipe I planned on using in the newsletter. After dinner, he noticed an ad in the local paper for a restaurant serving prime rib for two on Valentine's day.
He thought it sounded like a good deal and asked if I would like to go.
I agreed.
Valentine's day turned into a very busy day. I did get my hair styled that morning but, from that point on, it was a day filled with must do errands.
Perhaps it was partially my fault for not mentioning the plans for dinner.
At our last stop to complete the errands, he handed me a box of candy.
I commented that it really was nice, but way too much considering we were going out for dinner that evening.
He looked at me with a total blank stare. Dinner?
I reminded him about the dinner plans. He totally forgot.
He was apologetic and offered to see if he could still make a reservation, but I knew it was too late.
We ended up eating pizza on the sofa while watching tv.
Was the evening a total loss?
I don't believe it was. It was the thought that counts.
That year, I gave him a large coffee mug with a neat saying on it.
He put it away and said he didn't want to break it.
I found it a year later, still tucked away in the closet.
Jokingly, I gave it to him again last year. He didn't remember it from the year before.
So, I put it away again.
I'm not sure if I'll drag it out again this year.
If I happen to run into him, I might just do that.
Time will tell!
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