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 |sumsion – on spring break| posted a photo: My Dad, standing in front of the house he grew up in. From my perspective not much has changed on the outside, but apparently the inside is now completely remodeled. I have a lot of memories of this place. Grandma’s rolls Canned milk on Lucky Charms The candy drawer Walking to the candy store The burn barrel The basketball hoop, which is still there The sound of my grandma’s shoes going down the stairs The scary room at the bottom of the stairs The huge furnace Their pet rock The walnut tree Putting in a sprinkler system Pepi The wooden block puzzles Spring-loaded cars The “kid table” I could go on. (Everything in this shot is HDR, except for my Dad.) on black AT&T today announced that next month it will begin a nationwide rollout of its 3G MicroCell service that allows users to route their cellular phone calls around the house onto their broadband Internet con…  kay’s kamera posted a photo: Eight years ago today we got a very early morning call from our daughter. I hate early morning calls, they always seem to be bad news. My husband was downstairs reading the paper and picked up our daughters call, and question about her brother, and our son. “Daddy… where does Ryan work?” “He moved to a new building down near Wall Street…Why?” “Turn on the TV.” I came downstairs to witness the second plane crashing into the World Trade Center building…I felt sick. In emergencies I seem to become strangely calm in order to get things done. “Okay, lets call his office.” I tell my husband. He dials the number…It’s busy I watch as a frighteningly huge wave of smoke, bigger than anything I’ve ever seen come rolling up the streets of lower Manhattan. I hear an announcer say that a young man is attempting to go into the buildings to help people. Tears come to my eyes immediately feeling that that would be something our son would do without thinking twice. “Call their house in Connecticut” Thinking our daughter-in-law might know something. the phone rings… Our son answers! My husband hands me the phone, he is so chocked up he can’t speak. “Ryan…You’re home” “I took the day off” A lot more was said but when we finished talking to him we decided to drive back to New York to give him a hug. We threw an ice chest, cameras, tripod, film (no digital at this date) random clothes and some maps into my Jeep and prepared to make a cross country trip… We had talked about doing this…Sometime… sometime was now. View On Black  |sumsion| posted a photo: This isn’t what I set out to do. Oh well. I may try again. If you look closely , there’s a picture of me looking back. That’s not really on my bookshelf, just in case you were wondering. I don’t keep pictures of myself around my house.  |sumsion| posted a photo: As I was headed home this morning, after a three-hour outing, I passed this home. The sun was just starting to break through the clouds. I had to stop. It was good to get out, even though there was little color to be found. My goal was to watch the sunrise, but it never happened, at least at Bear Lake. This door belongs to this house. Go to the light “I move in silence with each step taken, snow falling round me like angels in flight, Far in the distance is my wish under moonlight.” – Enya  |sumsion| posted a photo: I have just under an hour left of my Christmas. I’ve been in my PJs all day long, and haven’t left the house. I get to do that one day per year. I’ll take it, and will make the most of my final hour. I hope you all had a very merry Christmas.  |sumsion| posted a photo: It shocked me a bit just how much the temperature dropped when the sun went down. Our trampoline fun in the sun quickly became a race for the warmth of the house. Here’s to Autumn! Filed under: TUAW Business Last week we launched the TUAW iPhone app to much rejoicing (and a tiny bit of consternation). We also launched our App Hub , currently in beta. By that I mean that we’re not quite done adding all the features we’d like to add, but we’ve put together what we think makes a compelling stop during your search for the Ultimate App. Or, at least a few good apps. We realize there are lots of places to get app info and reviews, and like Apple was to CD burning drives, we’re a little late to the game in collating our data. The App Hub isn’t as powerful as Macworld’s App Guide , for example. But our hope is that, over time, we can provide a useful resource for finding our reviews and news, and some handy time-saving links. Plus, soon there will be reviews on the App Hub which never make it to the front page of TUAW — all in an effort to balance the Mac and iPhone sides of the house. There’s lots more goodness planned for the future, as we’ll slowly be peeling that beta label right off the wrapper. To celebrate the Hub, the weekend (a holiday in the US) and the general awesomeness of you, our readers, we’re starting something pretty cool: regular, frequent app giveaways right on the Hub itself. Chances are you won’t see these on the main page. Instead, you’ll need to hit the hub for the App Store Giveaway of the Moment. If you’re a developer and would like to give away some promo codes, you can get in touch with us here . We’ve got another couple of non-app giveaways going on too. In the meanwhile, enjoy the weekend! The TUAW App Hub and a weekend of giveaways originally appeared on The Unofficial Apple Weblog (TUAW) on Fri, 04 Sep 2009 20:00:00 EST. Please see our terms for use of feeds . Read | Permalink | Email this | Comments Sometimes I think I should have had children when I was 14. Kids are so much better with kids. Who knew that the answer to all my problems was in the hands of a 14-year-old girl and that it would only cost me $5 an hour? Here’s the thing. The June Bug is kind of a delightful wreck. She wants to be with me 24/7, saying what I say, doing what I do, yelling like I yell. It’s heart-warming for the first 12 minutes of the day. Then I slowly go insane. This summer, while in Elma, I hired a babysitter for Rex and June one afternoon (it’s not a good sign when you’re shuffling your feet around the house mumbling explitives and kicking any sippy cups that cross your path). When I grudgingly got back, I found the house clean and quiet. The June Bug? She was upstairs, peacefully watching Care Bears, in her playpen . According to the sitter, she’d been there for 40 minutes without making a peep. Caged like a puppy and happy as a kitten, it was like a choir of babysitting angels burst into the Hallelujah Chorus. Ever since then, the girl is playpen trained. I don’t know what it is about the cage that she likes so much, but she’s always happy to climb in and sit with a blanket and a movie so I can shower/clean/nap. I’ve got an old wooden porta-crib from 1940 that’s totally illegal and couldn’t pass a safety test if it’s life depended on it. Works like a charm. She’s happy. I’m happy. Now that I’ve taken the time to write, I think I’ll go take the time to shower. A nice, long, hot shower. With no one banging on the door. I think I hear the angels… I’m feeling a shade of blue, one of the lackluster shades. Technically, I like to consider my usual mood a nice cheery turquoise, but today I am flat, like the pancake. I’ve done some quick self-evaluation, and it doesn’t seem to be the book I just finished (a new vampire/werewolf series that I’m quite enjoying–Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson novels. The covers are trashy, but the books are quite clean and mindlessly entertaining). It doesn’t seem to be the laundry because I just spent the afternoon catching up on it and I’m still shuffling my feet around the house like some kind of toilet scrubbing zombie. In fact, I don’t think my house (or the piles of work that go with it) is influencing my mood one way or the other. The dishes make me apathetic, and I don’t even have the umph to get out my fall flora and fauna and give the place a makeover. I think there’s only one thing left for me to do: Yoga. I need yoga. I need it now and I need it badly. If I don’t escape into Downward Dog soon, I’m probably going to crawl under the porch and die. It’s a good thing I was too lazy to shower today because it would have been a wasted effort (come to think of it, a little deodorant would have gone a long way today). A few more hours and I can relax into the sweet peace of a borrowed mat in the company of all those other stinky yoga lovers. I am now going to break into my Smore’s stash and eat the last candy bar. Wow, just the thought of that makes me feel loads better. |
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