Wednesday, December 31, 2008

He's Ready!

Got the hat, glasses, a horn, poppers and lais! What more could a kid ask for?


JT said...
perfect T-shirt!!
Serena said...
yeah - you have no idea. His teacher moved his desk so he is sitting Front and Center now. Apparently his homework is never turned in, he's rarely prepared, and he's the class clown. I got my hands full this year.

New Year's Eve


The drive to work on New Year's Eve.
I need Aruba.
Bad.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Has Mother Nature Been Informed?

This is NOT Seattle!




Earlier this week, the temperatures hovered under freezing and we had snow up to our hips.



Today, the temperature is 62 degrees, the wind is roaring so loud I can hear it with gusts up to 60 miles per hour, and it is Raining!



I wonder how people are faring that live near the creeks...

And on January 21, 2009:

Michael said...
Meanwhile, in Seattle, heavy snow, raining frogs, flooding, hordes of locusts...

Serena said...

Hordes of locusts?!?! LOL!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

And so this is Christmas...

Here it is, 6:23 a.m., when His Highness, so tired from trying to stay up late the night before, wanders down to see if there is any Christmas loot for him under the tree.



Of course there is. I had a couple under there, too, from the girls at work and Ian's grandparents.



He got doo-dads in his stocking with new socks for his stinky little boy feet. :D



And reading material, among other things. He has expressed great interest in the presidential election this year, so I chose a kid's book for him about our next President (which he read before the morning was over).



Like a lot of other people I know, I reuse gift bags. See the bag leaning against the couch that looks like an envelope? Mike sent Ian a book in that bag for Christmas about 4 or 5 years ago! :D


For Christmas dinner, we went to my friend Hope's home for prime rib, mashed potatos and broccoli with cheese sauce, compliments of her employer. Due to the financial problems we have all incurred this year, we decided not to exchange gifts among the adults. The afternoon was about family and friends catching up, laughing and joking, and a wonderful time was had by all.


Later that evening, we stopped by my friend Nancy's home for ham, scalloped potatos and carrots. Ian got to play with his buddy Robert for a while, and I sat and caught up with Dave, Nancy and Amy. Life is good!
JT said...
What 'bout Hobbes? :)
Serena said...
He's got them all! :D

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Best Present EVER

I PASSED CALCULUS!

I am so happy I CAN'T STAND IT!

I'd do CARTWHEELS if I could!

Oh, Happy Day!!!
Oh, and I passed everything else too. But mostly
I PASSED CALCULUS!!!
JT said...
Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!
Serena said...
Thank you! God, am I glad that's over!

Monday, December 22, 2008

The Office Closed!

No heat! It was 52 degrees - inside - when Ian and I arrived at work this morning. Brrr!

Friday, December 19, 2008

Shoveling

He kept Asking and Asking, "when are we gonna get enough snow so I can shovel?" Well, today is it. 12" in back, and still falling! Here he is, shoveling the yard. :D


Sunday, December 14, 2008

Visiting with Gramma and Poppa

Every year, we make sure we go for a visit to Gramma and Poppa's to see their Christmas tree. Ian loves it, and we look forward to it every year.




Thursday, December 04, 2008

Annual Hoover Elementary Art Show

Every year, Hoover Elementary has an art show at the local Barnes and Noble. Ian had one of his masterpieces displayed this year.


My Artiste

Thursday, November 27, 2008

And Happy Thanksgiving Again!

Nancy and Amy Kerr


Thanksgiving dinner worked out really well for Ian and me this year. My Aunt Marlene had her dinner at 1, and my friends, the Kerrs, had their Thanksgiving dinner at 6. Whoo hoo!



Life is good!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I hope everyone had as much fun this Thanksgiving as I did! Here are some photos I took at my Aunt Marlene's. The Village People dropped in and did a mini-rendition of "YMCA":


Here are cousins Gary, Philip and Bobby, with Joe in the background tending bar:


Here is Amanda and her boyfriend Ian:



Here is my cousin Doreen, who is married to Joe:

Doreen and Joe's sons, Devan...:



... and Xzavier:


Here is Philip and his girlfriend Eileen:


And Jan's youngest son, Lawrence:


And my cousin Diana, two-fisted drinking at dinner: :D


Sunday, November 23, 2008

Car Mats and Earrings

Happy Birthday to Me!


Miss Lisa (the amazing receptionist at Siegel, Kelleher & Kahn) took Ian shopping for my birthday. She is teaching him how to shop, and the result is simply wonderful.

I love presents. It's not just about the getting, you know; I love giving them just as much. The whole present-picking process can be fun. I think it's important for Ian to learn this, also, although, since he's only 8, presents are all about Him. :D

I thank Lisa from the bottom of my heart for sharing her precious time with my son, and for teaching him how to select "girl" presents that bring me joy.

And I thank Ian for the gifts, which include car mats and Christmas earrings. (They match, Ian says. The car mats are black, and black goes with everything.)

Michael said...
"Car Mats and Earrings..." Sounds like a good title for a country song.

Serena said...

I was thinking more along the lines of, "You might be a redneck if..." :D

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Humor?


Tire Pressure Chat with Obi-Wan

My brother is an incredible wealth of knowledge about anything and everything I have ever asked him. The cool thing about getting instruction from him is that he never assumes I have a 'baseline of knowledge'. He teaches from scratch. I'm posting most of our entire chat just in case it can help someone else out there like me. I'm sure I'm not the only one on the planet who doesn't know about tire pressure! So, here is our chat about tire pressure and how to work the air machine:

Serena said: Sooooo..... how do you put air in your tires?

Michael: ? How do you put air in your tires? What do you mean? Is this a metaphor?

Serena said: Um.....no. I truly don't know how to do it. Check out my blog.

Michael: 'Somewhere written on the tire is a number followed by PSI...' The number on the tire is the MAXIMUM the tire should be run at. The specs for your vehicle are on a sticker on the driver's side door. Open the door, look down along the side that would be impossible to see when the door is closed, and there it is! It’s probably 30 or 32 psi.

Serena said: You know, I found that, but disregarded it because it wasn't on the tires. It said 33 psi.

Michael: Good. That is the pressure the car was designed to operate at, for maximum fuel economy and handling characteristics.

Serena said: Ok. Now. 3 of my tires said 28, and one said 30. They are all supposed to be at 33. How do I get them up to 33? I know I have to use one of those machines at the gas station, but I don't know how they work. And what happens if I get too much in? Will they blow up?

Michael: Don't worry about the light - the car won't blow up.

When the pressure is mismatched, you lose a very small amount of fuel economy, it might not corner that great, and it might cause a little extra wear on the CV joints.

“A little extra” is a 1.) function of how low the pressure is (tires will still run with as little as 10 lbs pressure), and therefore how great the mismatch between tires, and 2.) how long you leave the problem unattended.

At the gas station, there will be an air pump that will probably cost you $0.75 to use for two minutes of air.

Uncap the valve stem on your tire, put the money in, press the nozzle TIGHTLY to the valve stem. You’ll know if it isn’t tight enough, because you’ll hear hissing of air escaping.

Many stations have a gauge built into the nozzle – you release the handle WITHOUT LESSENING THE PRESSURE AGAINST THE VALVE STEM and the gauge pops out with the tire pressure. Continue filling until you hit the number you are after (33).

Another note:

Tires get hot as they run, so 33 psi is a cold temp. Try to use a station nearer to your house. If you have to drive a long distance, put in 34 or 35 lbs (as long as the number on the tire sidewall is at least 35 psi), go home, check your pressure in the morning after the car cooled all night, and bleed off the excess until you get to 33.

Really, though, that is being reeeeeeaaaallly fussy about it. The exact pressure is not as important as getting all the tires as close as possible to the same number.

Don’t forget to put the valve stem cover back on. It keeps road dirt out of the valve.

Serena said: Okay. It sounds like I can do this. :)

Michael: Come to think of it, its winter, everything in Buffalo is close by – just fill ‘em to 33 and don’t worry.

Serena said: LOL! It's 19 degrees right now!!!

Michael: Yeah. That is TRULY cold temp.

Now. If the pressure falls a long distance in one of the tires, say to 20 lbs, you will notice pulling to one side of its in the front, or a feeling that the car is trying to skew sideways a little if it is in the back. The point? A mismatch affects handling, and can cause loss of control in sudden responses or slippery road conditions.

Again, don’t be paranoid, just understand that there is a reason to pay attention to this maintenance detail.

Serena said: Yeah, the idiot light being on really frightened me.

Michael: One more thing about tires – improper pressure causes uneven wear. If you run them a long time underinflated, they wear out on the edges before the center. If you run them overinflated, they wear out in the center of the tread before the edges.

The second scenario is easy to visualize – overinflation makes the tread balloon out, or bulge.

Low pressure also allows the tire to fold over (collapse) on hard cornering.

Use a gauge. Trust science.

You need to get your father to teach you how to change a tire. Seriously, he’s good at it. Back in the day, before steel belted tires were invented, tires were “bias ply” with fabric belts. Flats were very common, so most everybody learned how to change a tire.

Even if you have AAA, it is something you need to understand – you might have a flat at a time or in a place that you just cannot wait four hours for the AAA tow truck to appear out of the mist.

Serena said: True. Something AAA is doing now is asking if you are in a safe place when you call. In my case, I tell them I am with a child, and my wait time has never been longer than 20 minutes when Ian is with me. It's not something I'd like to count on, though.

Michael: You bet. And Ian will not always be with you. ;-) Besides, it’s a chance for bonding with your dad. :D

You asked, ‘what happens if I get too much air in the tires? Do they pop like balloons?’

On the rare occasions when tires fail, the nearest grease monkey is either killed or horribly injured.

The good news is that this hardly ever happens, and I’ve never heard of a case happening when ordinary folks are properly doing routine maintenance.

http://www.automotivetraveler.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=225&Itemid=119

We didn’t cover tread depth. The tread should be at least up to the top of Abe’s head when you stand a penny in the groove.

Serena said: Why?

Michael: Insufficient tread - HYDROPLANING!!!! WHEEEEEE!!!!

http://www.tirerack.com/tires/tiretech/techpage.jsp?techid=51

Serena said: Oh.

Michael:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydroplaning_(tires)
http://www.engr.pitt.edu/ssc/images/clip_image001.gif
Hydroplaning = “there’s a little brown spot in my shorts today”

(Sung to “There’s a little black spot on the sun today” Sting)

Serena said: LOL! Wow. Okay. Does air pressure in the tires affect the tread depth?

Michael: No. Tread depth is a direct function of wear.

That is why tires are rated by miles: 15,000 mile tires are cheaper than 80,000 mile tires because they will wear out faster.

Serena said: Ah haaaaaa. And the 80,000 tires are probably the more expensive.

Michael: Of course. They are made with more expensive chemicals & processes, and more complex design.

Did you know that roads are covered with a bacterium that lives on the rubber shed by tire wear?

Serena said: Eeuuu.

Michael: That is why the roads are not full of black eraser crumbs.

Serena said: Good heavens.

Michael: I know. You don't really think about it, but all that rubber has to be going SOMEWHERE!

Serena said: How do you know this stuff?!?!

Michael: I am Obi-Wan.

Serena said: How different our conversations would be if it weren't for Star Wars!

Michael: LOL! You bet!

Plus, I lived next door to a tire salesman – he told me all kinds of stuff that I have not even gone into – the 300 chemicals it takes to make tires, the belts in the sidewalls to prevent failure, blah, blah, blah. It’s an entire universe of knowledge.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

All My Tires are Round...

...so why is my tire monitor idiot light on? And why is it some things come so easily for me (just got a 100 on my Finance test) and things that should be simple come so hard?

Last night I learned how to use a tire pressure gauge. It involved a lot of laughing on Joe's part, and it wasn't easy, but I actually got the little slide rule thing on the end of the tire pressure checking apparatus to pop out and give me a number. Three of my tires say 28, and one says 30. Joe left me with famous last words...

'Somewhere written on the tire is a number followed by PSI, which means pounds per square inch, and that is the number that should be on the gauge. Look at your tires in daylight and you will find it.'

Yeah, right.

There are ALL KINDS of numbers on these stupid tires, accompanied by the fact the tires are made in Korea (isn't anything made in America anymore?), but I could not find this PSI number. I even looked at all four tires, just in case they are all different, but no such luck.

So I’m worrying about my tires the entire drive-on-the-Thruway home, and I’m worrying about my tires when I pick up Ian, because I have no idea what happens when your tires aren’t right, but it sure can’t be good because that idiot light is on, and I get home, pull in the driveway, come inside, my neighbor asks me how my day went, and as I’m telling him about the stupid tires, I’m crying.

And he, of course, is laughing.

Some days I just shouldn’t get out of bed.

So my next questions are… what happens if I get too much air in the tires? Do they pop like balloons?

I really, really, really wish my mechanic was still alive.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Condolences

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
Evil said...
The Curve of Forgotten Things
Things slowly curve out of sight
Until they are gone. Afterwards
Only the curve
Remains.
- Richard Brautigan
Serena said...
I like it. I'll have to look at more of his work.

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Drive Home


There's no place like home! :D
Evil said...
Um, rarely does one here that in reference to Buffalo.
Serena said...
I know. I've never been accused of normality. At least, not recently.

Hellerstown, PA

The price of gas was $2.59 when I left Buffalo. Traveling down the I90, I noticed that even on the thruway, it was $.20 cheaper than it was where I filled up before I left. Why is it so much cheaper elsewhere? Erie County taxes, I bet!


Coffee's On!

Before I went to bed last night, Uncle John told me the coffee was made, it just had to be plugged in. I got up at 6 this morning, went into the kitchen, and it took me a solid five minutes to realize this is the coffee maker! I haven't seen one of these in years, but I tell you what, the coffee was Wonderful!!!


Sunday, November 16, 2008

Uncle Tone's Memorial Service

I am a horrible photographer! Not just because I can take lousy pictures, but because I walk around with camera in hand and forget to USE it!!!

That being said, here are all the pictures I took at Uncle Tone's memorial service. All six of 'em.


Great Uncle John Glokner (son of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner) and Joe Jimenez (son of Renee Sousa Jimenez, daughter of Clarita Arenas Sousa, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.)

Debbie Gecik and her sister Brenda with Brenda's son. I was joking with my cousin Wayne that I would have all these pictures, would get home and say, now... who the heck are these people? I'm so sorry - I can't remember Brenda's son's name!
Debbie and Brenda are the daughters of Clara (Chippy) Arenas Gecik, daughter of Phillipe Arenas, son of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.

Here are Laura and her husband Tom. (Laura is the daughter of Eugenia Arenas Johnson, daughter of Phillipe Arenas, son of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.) I started to take the picture when Laura was smiling, but sometimes I have digital camera issues. She looks very much like her mother, Eugenia, who I corresponded with by "snail mail".



Here are Wayne and Barbara Laucius. (Wayne Laucius is the son of Mary Glokner Laucius, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.)



Here are Elizabeth and Victor "Uncle Doc" Sousa. Uncle Doc really is a doctor, but I don't know his medical specialty. (Victor is the son of Clarita Arenas Sousa, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.)



Here is Uncle Doc with Joe Jimenez's two daughters, Andrea and Christina. They were both studying hard for their APs this weekend, and I wish them both the best of luck!



And here is the one, the only, exhausted Miguel Ian, son of Serena Raquel, daughter of Anne Bosley, daughter of Raquel Arenas Bosley, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner. :D

Memorial Service

I decided to go to New Jersey for my Great Uncle Tone's memorial service. I don't see that side of the family near enough, and I'm ashamed to say it seems I only make it down there for funerals. {heavy sigh} I will work on this, I promise.




The drive down was gloomy, and I took this picture out my window and thought, "Suitable weather for a memorial service." As strange as it may sound, though, I had a great time! Uncle Tone was quite a character. His daughter, Ronni, said it best. He will be "a hard act to follow".




Here is His Highness, playing with his french fries at the Friendly's in Cortland, New York.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Another Dimension - Clear as Mud

For all of you who are absolutely Dying to know the answer, here it is!

But first, the original problem. So you know what I'm talking about. (Yeah, sure.)

"One or more initial conditions are given for each differential equation in the following exercises. Use the qualitative theory of autonomous differential equations (huh?) to sketch the graphs of the corresponding solutions. Include a yz-graph if one is not already provided. Always indicate the constant solutions on the ty-graph whether they are mentioned or not."

y' = 3 - 1/2y, y(0) - 4, y(0) = 8.

The solution:

Another Dimension Part Two

Sometimes I have to work very hard to make sure my professors, who I have never met and probably never will, know that I am taking my education Very Seriously. I have come to realize I am anomalous.

As you all know, I completely and totally did not understand my last homework assignment. I got a lot of laughs from your comments, which I posted on the original blog entry, but, alas, no assistance! :D

My Calculus professor called me last night. She said she realizes I am working hard on this course, and I really screwed up the homework. (She is blatantly honest with me, and I completely appreciate it!) Instead of sending me an email to have me try to work through it again, she arranged a time to call me to explain the assignment in detail so I can get a complete understanding before I move on. She is going to call me this evening to explain it.

WHOO HOO!

It's good to know that, when I have exhausted all my options, I still can have help. I might just pass this course yet!

JT said...
The force is strong with you. Yes, it is. :)

Serena said...
This is because my brother is Obiwan!

NOW We're Talkin'!

"I shouldn’t have to start each Christmas morning with a needle nose pliers and wire cutters."

JEFFREY P. BEZOS, the Amazon founder and a supporter of easy-to-open packaging.

NYTimes.com, 11/15/08 Quotation of the Day

I cannot TELL you how frustrating it is to try to get the packages open...the twist ties, tape, little practically invisible rubber bands, black plastic strips that everything winds through, tiny screws and even glue, all of this inside a plastic sealed package that an ordinary pair of scissors cannot cut through. I have stabbed myself, cut myself, and even broken a pair of wire cutters trying to get Ian's gifts open. Packaging has become more and more ridiculous as time has gone on.

I have resorted to getting the presents open before I wrap them, just to avoid all the frustration on a morning that should be Fun! I hope Mr. Bezos can pull this off!

The link to the New York Times article about packaging is here. You may need to sign up for an on-line New York Times account, but it's free. And it's a great article.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

I think I've Entered Another Dimension?

Here are my instructions:

"One or more initial conditions are given for each differential equation in the following exercises. Use the qualitative theory of autonomous differential equations (huh?) to sketch the graphs of the corresponding solutions. Include a yz-graph if one is not already provided. Always indicate the constant solutions on the ty-graph whether they are mentioned or not."

y' = 3 - 1/2y, y(0) - 4, y(0) = 8.

I'm sending out a plea for assistance. Begging, really. I am not ashamed. :D

For some reason, the y-axis is replaced by the z-axis, the x-axis is replaced by the y-axis, and the x-axis itself is nowhere to be found. And according to the answer in the back of the book, the graph on the yz-axis looks different from the graph on the ty-axis, where the y-axis is back to being itself again and the x-axis is really a t-axis.

Any ideas, anyone? Besides, "Begin drinking heavily"?

Jarett said...
I can't help. It's not written in any of the languages I speak.

Evil said...
My BA is Cultural Studies, Anthropology and Psychology. Sorry.

Serena said...
That's okay. I'll keep the "Psychology" part in mind for when this course completely drives me 'round the bend!

Lisa said...
Trust me, you do NOT want me to help and I am sorry to say I don't know anyone. Good luck in your search, though!

Serena said...
Thank you!

Jackie said...
I am not ashamed to say that I could not be able to help you in any way. And good luck w/ that.

Serena said...
Yeah. It appears I need all the help I can get!

Kurt said...
I got your note and you have my sympathy. I used to be pretty good at this stuff, but that was 20 years ago. I tried to refresh my memory on this stuff online and I just couldn’t recall how to do this. You must have some class notes that could help.

Serena said...
Unfortunately, no. I'm taking the class on-line, and there are no class notes or lectures or anything. It's just me and the textbook. I really appreciate your offer, though. I even got in touch with two of my high school math teachers, and they weren't able to help, either.

Joe said...
Change your major.

Serena said...
That thought keeps crossing my mind. Didn't I pick a great time to enter the world of finance?

Eileen said...
Calculus! I give you a lot of credit. I stopped helping the kids in middle school with Math. LOL!

Obiwan said...
The z-axis is 'yaw'. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flight_dynamics. Excellent footage of crosswinds landings on http://www.youtube.com/. Just type in 'landing in crosswinds' in the search bar.

Jeff said...
Forget about wine... Looks like it's time to hit the 'good' stuff!

Serena said...
God help me. I'm totally screwed.

Jeff said...
Yup. Even HE can't help you now.
Is that a derivative?

Serena said...
Um, I don't think it's a derivative; I think I'm supposed to be graphing these without first solving the problem. There's rules. And I've never been good at following rules!

Jeff said...
LMAO! Must run in the family...

E.W.G. said...
This equals your homework problem.
http://i35.tinypic.com/259v1af.jpg

Serena said...
Perfect! :D

Friday, November 07, 2008

Birthday Shopping

Mommy, what do you want for your birthday?

This year I would like car mats. (The Aveo didn't come with car mats, can you believe it?)

Okay. I will get you car mats and matching earrings.

Thank you, baby.

I am not kidding. One of these days, not laughing is going to give me a hernia!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

President-Elect Barack Obama - It has a nice ring to it!

Every year, on Election Day, I make my way to my polling place and vote. I make sure I bring Ian with me.

We spoke this year about the importance of the presidential election, about trickery, lying and fear, but most of all, we talked about how important it is to do your homework.

What eight-year-old boy likes homework? Certainly not this one.

But by my example, seeing me hit internet sites, asking questions, watching the debates, asking more questions, reading different papers, hitting more internet sites, and asking even more questions, I hope to teach him that voting is not just a privilege. It is a duty and a responsibility, one to be taken very, very seriously.

Today, I am proud to be an American. We took a giant step away from our sordid past of bigotry, racism and tyranny. We spoke up and said, yes, we need change.

Throughout the course of the day, I heard many people express many of their fears, fears that the Republican party did a great job of sowing. I say to them, give President-Elect Barack Obama a chance. Have faith. More than 63 million voters cannot all be wrong. Sleep well.

He is not going to put our children in danger, leave our military unsupported, take away our second amendment right to bear arms, let our small businesses go under because of unfair business practices, send our jobs to Kenya, or let terrorists overrun our country. That is what the Republican party would have you believe. Open your minds. Do your homework, and make sure you look outside the box the Republican party has so carefully and relentlessly constructed around you. Use the Internet and feel free to check out what other countries are saying about us. Explore the world while you look for your answers. It is enlightening.

It will take a long time to overcome the damage, erosion, and destruction of our economy, and, indeed, our trust, that the past eight years of Rethuglican Rule has brought upon us. President-Elect Obama will not be able to overcome this overnight. Give him time.

President-Elect Obama worked hard to earn our votes, and will work hard to continue to earn our trust. Support him.

I woke up this morning, heard the news, and felt an overwhelming sense of relief and hope. We did good yesterday. We truly did.

In the words of Albert Einstein...

"May the conscience and the common sense of the peoples be awakened, so that we may reach a new stage in the life of nations, where people will look back on war as an incomprehensible aberration of their forefathers!"

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Peter Clay

My birthday is coming up; Hope's just passed. We used to go out partying for our birthdays. Too old for that now... :D

Sometimes my dreams take me back…

I woke up this morning remembering the days Hope and I went to see different bands on Friday and Saturday nights, and wondering what ever happened to Peter Clay.

One of our favorite bands consisted of friends of ours, Jimmy on lead guitar, Hal with lead vocals and rhythm guitar, Pete on bass guitar, and Charlie on drums.

Charlie could dance. I don’t mean line-dance; I mean Really dance. He could two-step anybody around a dance floor with no apparent effort. The funny thing about Charlie, though, was that the more he drank, the less he could keep time. Not a good thing in the drummer! He sure was fun, though.

Hal had a great voice, and it was obvious he loved to play. He was married to Heather, the most jealous and possessive woman I have ever met. If she called, Hal had to return her call within minutes, even if it meant he had to call for a break in the middle of a set. It was ridiculous, and I wonder if that marriage has lasted. I don’t remember ever seeing Hal laugh.

Jimmy was friendly. He drank little, talked little, played well, and pretty much kept to himself.

And then there was Pete. He seemed to be over 6’ tall, and the cowboy hat made him even taller. He was soft-spoken, and I never understood why he had a mike. He never used it. He would sit with us between sets, elbows on his knees, holding a beer in both hands, comfortable in his own skin. I worked with his daughter, Shawna, for a while, and I enjoyed his company those evenings, between sets, listening to music, just chatting about his kids and grandkids, work, trucks, shows, whatever. The adult conversation I don’t get enough of these days.

People move in and out of our lives all the time; some I miss, some I don’t. I wonder how Pete’s doing these days. He's one of the ones I miss.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Heavy sigh.

I was re-reading my last few entries, and realized the top three were basically funeral announcements. If I get anymore news like this real soon, I'm gonna need Prozac!

However, laughter is the best medicine, so, because winter is coming, and the temperature was in the 20s when I woke up this morning, here's some good ole Buffalo humor:

A UB student from downstate got lost in her car in a Buffalo blizzard. She remembered what her dad had once told her: 'If you ever get stuck in a snowstorm, wait for a snowplow and follow it.'

Pretty soon a snowplow came by and she started to follow it. She followed the plow for about 45 minutes. Finally the driver of the snowplow got out and asked what she was doing. She explained that her dad had told her that if she ever got stuck in the snow, to follow a plow.

The driver nodded and said, 'Well, I'm through with the Wegman's lot, now you can follow me over to Tops.'

Friday, October 31, 2008

More Sad News

Antonio Joseph Glokner

A service will be at 12:30 p.m. Wednesday, Oct. 22, 2008, in Willamette National Cemetery for Antonio Joseph Glokner, who died Oct. 19 at age 84.

Antonio Joseph Glokner was born May 31, 1924, in Jersey City, N.J. He served in the Army during World War II in Europe. He moved to Portland in 1954. He owned three locations of Tony's Crafts and Hobby for about 25 years. In 1957, he married Shirley Bixby; she died in 1997.

Survivors include his daughter, Ronni Reading; sons, Dennis Pyckowski and Tony Pyckowski; brother, John A.; and one grandchild.

Antonio was my Great Uncle Tone, a wonderful, wise man with a great sense of humor. I asked him one time how he ended up in Oregon. He said he had to stop there because he ran out of money. Then he met Shirley, and decided to stay.

Uncle Tone had macular degeneration. When I first met him in the late 90's, he had me stand beside him, while he looked straight ahead, so he could see me. He commented that I resembled his half-sister, Raquel, my namesake. She passed away in 1980, and I think of her often and miss her terribly to this day.

I came home this afternoon, opened my mail (I've got to stop doing that), and found I had received an invitation to a "Celebration of Life" in Memory of Antonio J. Glokner. He passed away on October 19, 2008. It took me completely by surprise, and the immediate, sharp and painful sense of loss took my breath away. Although I probably should have waited until I had stopped crying, I immediately called his daughter, Ronni, and asked what happened. He had lung cancer. It took him fast, and he was gone within weeks.

I loved him, and I will miss him. I wish I would have taken the opportunity to tell him so.

Playing with his Food

Here he is, wearing a cannoli.

I just do Not understand boys.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Rest In Peace

Mark G. Hirschorn, law firm senior partner

Mark G. Hirschorn of East Amherst, a senior partner with the law firm Siegel, Kelleher & Kahn, died Monday in the Center for Hospice & Palliative Care, Cheektowaga, after a long illness. He was 62.

Born in New York City, he received his bachelor’s degree from Hofstra University in 1968 and his law degree from the University at Buffalo in 1971.

The next year, he joined Siegel, Kelleher & Kahn, where he eventually became partner, specializing in matrimonial law.

Mr. Hirschorn was a past chairman of the matrimonial and family law committee of the Buffalo Bar Association, served on the Executive Committee of the Family Law Section of the New York State Bar Association and lectured in matrimonial bar seminars. He has been listed in every edition of “Best Lawyers in America.”

He was a member of the board of managers of the New York Chapter of the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers. He also served in the Army Reserve, attaining the rank of captain.

Surviving are his wife of 38 years, the former Babette Oehlbert; a daughter, Valerie Frank; a son, Daniel; and a sister, Phyllis Goldberg.

Services will be at 2 p. m. Thursday in Temple Beth Am, 4660 Sheridan Drive, Amherst.


A couple months ago, a memo went around the firm asking if anyone would be willing to donate platelets to Mark, as he had reached a stage in his illness where he needed daily infusions of platelets to survive. A few of us donated platelets at Roswell to help out. Even though the nurses at Roswell are friendly, cheerful and caring, I never want to have reason to be admitted there. My heart went out to Mark and his family.

Even though I have been with the firm for over two years, I only met Mark once. What he said to me will stay with me for a long time. I was having an extremely busy day at work when I first started with the firm, and I somehow let the day go by without taking a break for lunch. He cautioned me to never let that happen again. "There is always time to take care of yourself. Make the time." A wise man.

I went to the service today, the first time I had been in a synagogue. The service was beautiful, a poignant mix of blessings, laughter and tears. Mark will be fondly remembered and sorely missed by many.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Sad News

Anne George

Anne George, of Niagara Falls, NY, entered into rest Sunday, October 19, 2008. Born September 12, 1927 in Niagara Falls, she was the daughter of the late George and Alice Atamian. Anne enjoyed bingo and going to the casino. Mother of Harry F. (Hope) George of Lockport. Grandmother of Sheri (Kyle) Durkin of North Carolina, Anthony George of Niagara Falls, Lynda Malcomb and Patricia Haubrich, both of Lockport. Great-grandmother of Kyle Durkin, Jr. of North Carolina. Sister of Suren Atamian of Niagara Falls and the late Leo and Harry Atamian. Anne is also survived by several nieces and nephews.

Anne was my best friend Hope's mother-in-law. I met her a couple years ago at a family Christmas dinner. She was recovering from lung cancer at the time, and we had our fingers crossed that her health would improve. It was not to be.

Anne loved going to the casino, both for the gambling and the food (but mostly the gambling) :-) She had a great laugh. She was a proud woman who hated asking for help, even as she became more and more ill. Hope cared for her during the last days of her life, even administering her morphine to ease her pain.

I am truly sorry for their loss. Knowing it is coming doesn't make it easier.

The Phillies win the World Series!!!

I thank Joe from the bottom of my pancreas for letting Ian and me borrow his converter box so we could get channel 29. (That's deep thanks.)

A Philly fan from WAAAY back, Hope is walking on sunshine. She remembers cutting school to see the Phillies take the Series in 1980.

Here's the story:

http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20081028&content_id=3650793&vkey=recap&fext=.jsp&c_id=mlb

And now, I'm going to bed!

I hate politics.

I received an email from a member of my family today about the upcoming election. She wrote:

"Tom Bauerle on WBEN was just talking about the association between Obama and Hitler. I'm not alone here. Hopefully more people will look into things. Obama won't even produce his original birth certificate to prove he wasn't born in Kenya (to be President of the USA you MUST be born in the US). And he lied on his bar exam that he never used an alias (he used one twice during the Weatherman era). And why did he use an Indonisian passport in the 1980s to go to the middle east - why didn't he have an American passport? Why does it sound like I'm being racist because I see what is happening here? Think about this and do a little homework - prove me wrong here and I'll switch my vote. (maybe)"

So here's my homework, which I've been doing all along, and consists of information that I've reviewed over the past few months, not all of which I emailed to her. I figure she can do without sarcasm. :)

Regarding Obama producing his original birth certificate, he did. See:

http://www.factcheck.org/askfactcheck/has_obamas_birth_certificate_been_disclosed.html

It’s high time that particular lie was laid to rest.

Concerning Obama's citizenship versus alleged citizenship in Kenya, that started with an article in the Rocky Mountain News that was incorrect. The paper removed the incorrect information and the editor publicly apologized, but that didn't stop the Internet rumors challenging Obama's eligibility to become President. See:

http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news/2008/aug/06/things-you-might-not-know-about-barack-obama/?partner=yahoo_headlines

http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news/2008/aug/15/eight-word-gaffe-ripples-across-web/

More information can be found at:
www.factcheck.org, The British Nationality Act, 1948. 1948. 24 August 2008 and "The Constitution of Kenya." 1963 (revised, 2001). The Parliament of Kenya. 24 August 2008.

Concerning Obama using an alias during the Weatherman era, Obama was eight years old then. I can't locate any information on what alias this eight-year-old boy was using. (Ian, who is now 8, has started to ask people to call him Michael, after Uncle Michael, which is not Ian's legal name. I highly doubt it is either malicious or deceitful. He just loves his Unko Myko. I guess Heaven forbid he ever runs for President.) See:

http://blackamericans.com/blogs/news/archive/2008/10/06/palin-claims-obama-hangs-around-with-the-weathermen-only-one-problem-when-the-weathermen-were-active-obama-was-8-years-old.aspx

There is also an interesting blog entry at:

http://www.eons.com/blogs/entry/1151889

Concerning Ayers, who, from what I understand, is now living a somewhat respectable life in Chicago:

"...nobody died as a result of bombings in which Ayers said he participated as part of the Weather Underground, at the New York City Police Headquarters in 1970, in a men's lavatory in the Capitol building in 1971 and in a women's restroom in the Pentagon in 1972. The deaths to which [Hillary] Clinton (in the Clinton-Obama debate) referred were of three Weather Underground members who died when their own "bomb factory" exploded in a Greenwich Village townhouse on March 6, 1970. Ayers was not present. Also, two police officers were murdered in connection with the robbery of a Brinks armored car by Weather Underground members in 1981. That was about a year after Ayers had turned himself in and after all charges against him had been dropped (emphasis added)."

http://www.factcheck.org/elections-2008/taking_liberties_in_philadelphia.html

Are we to forever hold against people the actions they took in their past? If so, I, for one, am doomed.

Concerning the word alias. It is defined by Merriam-Webster as "otherwise known as". A different definition is found at http://dictionary.die.net/alias which shows an alias could be a 'false name'. My name is Serena. I am otherwise known as Kelly. I have also, throughout the course of my lifetime, been called See, Raquel, and Rocky, along with a whole mess of rather uncomplimentary names by Ian's father. If I was asked if I ever used an alias, with the connotation of using a 'false name', I would answer no. I've had a ton of nicknames and things people have affectionately (or otherwise) called me over the years, and none of them would I consider a 'false name'. I simply cannot find any information pertaining to the aliases Obama allegedly used. I'm not saying he didn't, I'm simply saying I can't find any unbiased information concerning this issue.

I'm sick of the mud-slinging and the spin. They ALL lie. I can't make any comment about Hitler. He was before my time. I wonder, though, if McCain were as charismatic as Obama, would we be comparing him to Hitler also? Or would that be 'different'?

If the concern is Obama’s charisma and his ability to excite the crowds he speaks to, perhaps it is because he talks about fixing things we need fixed, and by ‘we’, I mean people in my financial situation, people in my life situation. I’m a single mom, working full-time while carrying a full-time course schedule to get my education, carrying more debt than is even remotely healthy, and worrying what the future holds for my prodigy. People in my situation NEED better healthcare, NEED to stop pouring money into the wars overseas, NEED secure jobs, and taxes, well, that's another issue.

McCain said that Obama "has voted 94 times to either increase your taxes or against tax cuts." First, that's still wrong. Second, if we use McCain's standards and look at his own record, McCain has voted 477 times to either increase taxes or against tax cuts. Interesting, no? Find the well-researched blog entry here: http://mitabor.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-mendacity.html. Obama is proposing tax cuts for 95 percent of families with children. Only families with more than $250,000 annual income would see an increase. More info here:

http://www.factcheck.org/elections-2008/spread_the_tax_hooey.html

Should we even mention the price of gas? It was, what, $1.59 when Bush took office? Of course, the fact that the price of gas went up probably has nothing to do with the fact that we have an oil family with his oil friends in the White House. Pure coincidence, there.

We have differences in opinion.

I believe, no matter who becomes our next President, the economic mess our country is in will not be able to be fixed in four years. And each party will be mud-slinging at the other while campaigning for the next Presidential election for their failure to be able to mend the failing economy. UGH! Times have been getting tougher for a while now, and I don't think the end is in sight. I listened to the debates, watch the news, listen to NPR, and read the Wall Street Journal daily. I think Obama has the better plan.

I love my country. For the past eight years, though, I have had serious issues with how the Republican President has run things. Four years ago, when Kerry was running for President, I opined that I didn’t think our economy could stand another four years of Republican policy. Judging by the state of the economy, I was right. And I still don't think this country can survive four more years of Republican policy. My finances sure can't.

I respect the fact that there are those that disagree with me. Expressing my point of view is my constitutional right, as well as my right to vote for the person I think will do the best job of running this country.

As they say, Heaven help him. I sure wouldn't want his job.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Ian's Birthday


This year, for his birthday, Ian wanted a Lasertron party (to the tune of $200) and a Nintendo DS. Finances being what they are, I told him I can do one or the other, but not both. He chose the Nintendo. Because he decided against a party, I told him he could invite two of his buddies over for ice cream. Here are Christopher, Mario and Ian playing with his new toy. I have no idea what it's called, but it's a stick figure in a box.

Leave Me Alone - I'm Busy!

Today is Saturday. I have Angel Food Ministries pick up sometime this morning.

Ian is having a few of his buddies over for his birthday ice cream this afternoon.

At 5:00, I have to get him to Aikido for their Halloween party.

While he's at the Halloween party, I have to re-do my Calculus homework (the professor called me - every single one of my 20 problems was wrong again... I forgot about U substitution. She laughed and gave me a second chance, for which I am grateful!).

Sunday morning I have a Calculus exam, in the afternoon I have to take Ian to his grandparents in Niagara Falls for ice cream.

Sometime in between all of this I MUST do laundry, or we'll be running around naked next week.

Of course, I also have to complete two more chapters in theater, one in Marketing and one in Business Finance, all before Monday at midnight.

Then Tuesday evening, Ian's actual birthday, my Aunt Marlene (in Elma) is having us over for pizza and ice cream.

Oh - and I have to bake cupcakes for his class for Tuesday.

I keep telling Ian, I Am Amazing! Maybe someday, we'll believe me. Right now, I'm just exhausted! And Joe thinks I should be dating again?

WHEN?

Friday, October 24, 2008

Bobbing for Donuts


Shortly before Halloween, we were invited to a shindig at a local church for a Halloween party. This was Ian's favorite game. The goal was to eat the donut without it falling off the string, and without using your hands. He won. :D

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Horoscope

For some reason, I have a daily horoscope on my yahoo.com page. I had to laugh. My chinese horoscope says, "At least you have your health."

How encouraging!

And there are people out there that take this stuff seriously...

Orion


Orion is noticably high in the night sky again. Winter is coming!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Cheater!

Right at this very moment, when he thinks I am not paying attention to him at 7 in the morning, he is sneaking using my graphing calculator to do his math homework. Unbelieveable!

Do I yell at him for cheating, or do I just shut up and secretly admire him for figuring out how to use the graphing calculator?

Both.

JT said...
Just remind him that if the battery is dead then what?? ;) Counting on your toes during a Calc exam does not work too well, from my experience. lol

Serena said...
Shoot. Now you tell me. :D

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Joe can COOK!

Last night I was on the phone with my calculus professor (I'm practically sleeping with the textbook these days) when Joe knocked and said I had first dibs on leftovers. He made Pasta Carbonara, and I had it for lunch today.

It's amazing! I have GOT to have him teach me how to make it. He puts eggs in it, but they don't scramble somehow. With my luck, he'll move before I get any lessons, and I'll have to go back to eating the same old boring stuff again.

He teases me about being able to cook only mac and cheese. Little does he know I also learned how to make sangria. What more does a gal need?

:D

Saturday, October 18, 2008

A Night Off

Ian went to a Halloween party, and they turned it into a sleepover. I have a night off, and I have no idea what to do with myself.

Good heavens ... a dull moment! I've needed one of these for a while now.

Michael said...
A NIGHT OFF! BRING ON THE CHIPPENDALES!!!!!

Serena said...
Ugh. They look too gay. I'm thinking a grown-up movie, perhaps. I have "Good Will Hunting" on DVD and I've never seen it. Rated R. I'm living on the edge!

Friday, October 17, 2008

The McCains


My brother finds some great stuff on the 'net!
More political comics. Ted Rall is an independent so both sides get skewered. Just hit the back arrow and explore his previous toons.
Serena said...
What a riot! Too true to be funny, some of them.

Bonding over Bikes




There goes the neighborhood!


Just kidding. :D


They are great guys who can always be counted on to make me smile. And they are wonderful to Ian, which is what really matters to me.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Out? What do you mean, Out?

So my neighbor has decided that I need to get out of the house, get some grown-up time, see a movie that isn't produced by Disney, have something for dinner besides mac & cheese.

I am so completely uncomfortable with this it's not funny, which, of course, makes him dig his heels in more to get me out of the house. (Look. It took me 7 years to talk to the people across the street. It took me 1 1/2 years to talk to Joe at Marco's. In the eight years I've lived here, I've spoken with the guy in the house next door exactly twice. I'm really not that good at the talking-with-people-I-don't-know-very-well thing. To which my neighbor Joe replies, "There's medication for that, you know." Smart-alec kid.) :D

I made the mistake of saying I really don't like to go out alone (who does?), so he has taken it upon himself to get a certain somebody to take me out.

Never a dull moment.

What I'd really like is to sit on my couch wrapped in a blanket watching re-runs. I've got old Star Trek DVDs coming from Blockbuster in a couple weeks when they move up my queue. All I need is a glass of wine, and I'll be all set.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Grandma Mary

I got home about 8 tonight, grabbed my mail, and found I had received a card from Mary, Ian's paternal grandmother. She misplaced my cell phone number and wanted me to call.

(I recently had my land line disconnected. I was paying $25 a month for a dial tone. Who needs that?)

We talked about Ian's birthday coming up and his wish list, and then she told me she needed to give me sad news.

She was diagnosed with ALS.

Funny thing about bombs. Whether you loft them in gently or just let 'em fall, the effect is the same. I needed to sit down.

I'm going to have to tell Ian sometime. I think I'm going to wait until it becomes more obvious that something is wrong. Right now, I'm going to send him to bed and have a good cry.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Not Customer Friendly.

Ian and I went for a walk to the neighborhood RiteAid to get his disposable cameras developed and purchase some odds and ends. We were standing at the unattended photo counter when Ian suddenly said he had to use the bathroom.

It wasn't malicious or planned. It happens to children all the time, as anyone who has kids or has watched kids knows.

We went to the back of the store and asked to use the restroom. We were told by the two women standing near the rear of the store that they don't have one. I said, "That's ridiculous! Of course you have one." And we were then told that yes, they do have a restroom, but they cannot let us use it. "It's too dangerous." I was floored.

Too dangerous to let a child use the restroom? What on earth are they keeping in there?

Maybe there really is a good reason using the bathroom is dangerous. Perhaps the bathroom area is surrounded by stock that is stacked precariously or some other dangerous condition exists in the area of the bathroom. If it's dangerous for the customer, wouldn't it follow that it would be dangerous for the employees? Wonder what OSHA would say about that. Or perhaps they want customers to shop there but just do not care about customers' needs.

I figure it this way, though. If the restroom is too dangerous to use, the store must be also.

There are plenty of other stores out there that are customer-friendly in case of emergency. CVS and Walgreens have both let Ian use the restroom when he has needed to. And it may not make a bit of difference in their bottom line, but RiteAid loses my business.

Michael said...
The next time you pull into a store lot and see a young boy pissing on the side of the building, you now have a different way of thinking of it.

Serena said...
That's for sure! Next time it will probably be my little boy. We ended up running back to Marco's to he could use the restroom there, but we won't always be able to count on having a friendly place nearby!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

MT-176 Survey Calculus II

Calculus is killing me. I spent all day yesterday and all day today working on integration by substitution of sin, cos and tan, and out of the 100 plus problems I did, I've got one right.

I have a tension headache like you would not believe...

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Love and Marriage

Boy Child is trying to marry me off.

I want a DAD!

Honey, it's not that easy.

Why not? All you have to do is kiss and then you fall in love and then you're married!

No, honey. It's not like that.

Sure it is! Here! You can marry HIM! (points to Alex Trebek on Jeopardy)

No. He's already married. You can't marry somebody who is already married.

Well, you got to marry somebody. I want a DAD!

I'll work on it. Later. (much, much later)

He's been selecting people for me to marry for a couple months now. I have no idea how to handle this one... hopefully it's just a phase?

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

I'm turning off the debate.

It seems to me neither of them can answer a question with a straight answer.

An internet question asked the candidates what sacrifices they would ask of the American people. McCain starts talking about saving taxpayers money and cutting government programs. Obama at least gave an answer that answered the question - Americans need to start thinking about saving energy - and proceeded to plug his energy reform idea.

I am left with the feeling that spin is in the air. After working all day, then bending my mind around Calculus for three solid hours, I'm too tired this evening to listen to it.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Your Diet? Forgetaboutit!

2815 Elmwood Avenue, Kenmore, New York


Every day I learn something new. Some days are MUCH better than others!

Marco’s Italian Deli has cannolis that are TO DIE FOR. Crunchy tubes of something really good filled with ricotta cheese mixed with heaven topped off with chocolate chips and confectioner's sugar - rub-'em-on-your-hips-'cause-that's-where-they're-going Good. I'd never had a cannoli before. I'm completely hooked.

(Of course, that's not the only thing on the menu. It's just the most important.)

The food is good and reasonably priced. Mama Maryann makes soups that are so good, your very soul is fed. The sangwiches are great - my favorite is the Sammy the Bull (a roast beef sub with horseradish mayo). I get the "Bite Me" size because a full size is too much for me to eat.

Take out or dine in, service is always with a smile from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. Monday through Saturday. Mangia!

Growing Pains

Mom! I grew out of my Seattle hat!

What Seattle hat?

You know! The black one like Unko Miko's! I gotta email him! (big urgency)

Honey, he knows you're growing.

Yeah, but he's gotta get me another one! I need another one for my costume!

Well, when you email him, you better tell him what size the cap is.

It's not a cap. It's a hat. A black one. He'll know. Unko Miko knows everything.

No, honey, he won't know. He needs to know how big your head is. Where is your Seattle cap?

I can't find it! But Unko Miko will know.

No, honey, he isn't going to know how big your head is! How long has it been since he's seen you? You've grown!

But Mommy, (whimper) he'll know, he always knows!

How about we measure your head and you can tell Unko Miko how big your head is?

Okay!

At this point he makes a mad dash up the stairs. I hear rustling, a crash, and then he comes flying back down the stairs...
with a yard stick.
One of these days, not laughing is going to give me a hernia.
Sooo, Mike? Ian is going to email you and I hope he is being polite and using his manners in spite of his urgency. He was typing like crazy and hit 'send' before I could read it.
JT said...
That's my dad! :)
Serena said...
a/k/a Obiwan! Let's face it. Who else can I call when I have car trouble and get immediate help - from clear across the country? "Go get a rag, a flashlight and a screwdriver." :D My neighbor still talks about it!