March Madness has to induce more heart attacks among American Sports fans than anyother sporting event. There are 64 games in the tourney, so there are 64 chances for heart attacks.
That game between Pittsburgh and Villanova last night literally broke my heart. I had Pittsburgh winning it all, so I am done in the pool.
From what I have seen this year, it loks to me like Villanova has put it all together at the right time. I think they will win it all. UConn, another Big East beast, is dealing with the distractions of a scandal. UConn is most likely the only team left that can beat Villanova. I don't see Louisville or North Carolina doing it, do you?
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
If you didn't hear... Mrs C has completed her MBA!
I am so proud of my wife. We will have been married for 13 years in September, and for the first few, she constantly talked about earning her MBA! in Business Health Care. After we moved to Trexlertown, I encouraged her to do it, and finally she did.
On this Tuesday night, March 24, 2009, she attended her last class. Earlier in the day she received in the mail her graduation information. It will take place May 16th at Desales University. I will be in the stands that morning as she dons a cap and gown and marches down the aisle to accept her MBA!
I just can't put into words how proud I am of her. She has worked very long and hard to achieve this goal of hers.
So if you didn't hear or read it the first time:
Krista Casey has earned her MBA! WOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Way to go Krista!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On this Tuesday night, March 24, 2009, she attended her last class. Earlier in the day she received in the mail her graduation information. It will take place May 16th at Desales University. I will be in the stands that morning as she dons a cap and gown and marches down the aisle to accept her MBA!
I just can't put into words how proud I am of her. She has worked very long and hard to achieve this goal of hers.
So if you didn't hear or read it the first time:
Krista Casey has earned her MBA! WOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Way to go Krista!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Blogging as a Utility for daily life
Last night I explained Blogging to a group of people. I did a page by page, step by step explanation of how blogs work, and how to best use them.
It was the first time I had ever done it for a group, I usually do it one on one, by request.
I'm definitely going to have to change how I do it for groups, because 6 different people have 6 different questions, and I'm going to have to change my format to do it better. Last night was just as educational for me, as I learned where my weaknesses were. I also now see what preparations I am going to have to undertake in order to do it better.
First, one hour is not enough. better make it at least two. Second, I will start at the blogger home page, and talk them through the creation of a blog, picking out a template, etc. I will start them in naming their site, then work through settings, then layout, then posting.
I will have them compose and put up a short post, and then trouble shoot from there.
There are so many people out there blogging who don't realize all the tools that Blogger has available for them. Many neophytes don't know how to create links, personalize the colors of the offered templates, or even how to change the default settings that allow their posts to be given individual addresses or emailed to another person.
It may seem second nature to many of us hard core veteran bloggers, but to so many newbies it isn't.
"The Daily Me" is coming to life, replacing the old information gathering model of news journalism. To be linked in, many are going to want their own blogs. We owe it to them to share the information. I'm going to try.
It was the first time I had ever done it for a group, I usually do it one on one, by request.
I'm definitely going to have to change how I do it for groups, because 6 different people have 6 different questions, and I'm going to have to change my format to do it better. Last night was just as educational for me, as I learned where my weaknesses were. I also now see what preparations I am going to have to undertake in order to do it better.
First, one hour is not enough. better make it at least two. Second, I will start at the blogger home page, and talk them through the creation of a blog, picking out a template, etc. I will start them in naming their site, then work through settings, then layout, then posting.
I will have them compose and put up a short post, and then trouble shoot from there.
There are so many people out there blogging who don't realize all the tools that Blogger has available for them. Many neophytes don't know how to create links, personalize the colors of the offered templates, or even how to change the default settings that allow their posts to be given individual addresses or emailed to another person.
It may seem second nature to many of us hard core veteran bloggers, but to so many newbies it isn't.
"The Daily Me" is coming to life, replacing the old information gathering model of news journalism. To be linked in, many are going to want their own blogs. We owe it to them to share the information. I'm going to try.
Monday, March 23, 2009
"Monday Monday, how I hate that day..."
About the only good thing about Monday is that Friday is only 4 days away. As promised last week, here's a picture of our dog Sally, after the haircut.
Can you feel the pity? Do you feel as guilty as I do? Don't. She got a clean bill of health. We have no idea how old she really is, but she still thinks she is a puppy. After almost 6 years she has us trained.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
As if you needed it: More proof I am an idiot.
Saturday afternoon was lovely wasn't it? Mrs C and I were out on Reading's west shore, and enjoyed lunch at one of our favorites, BUCA! Buca di Beppo!
We were having a rather happy day. after lunch, I dropped her at Target, pronounced by in the know shoppers as "Tar- shay" and headed over to the nearby WaWa to get fuel for "Ruby" my Red Vue. (That's WaWa, pronounced WAH-WAH)
That's when my idiocy once again reared it's great big, over sized head. I had lost the keys to the gas cap. They weren't anywhere in the car, and not where I usually kept them. Even worse, we were a good thirty miles from home, and the little blinking, "You are almost out of fuel, dumb ass!" warning light and noise had been going off.
So what's a guy to do?
Panic? Start cussing and creating new words?
No.
I am Chris Casey, thinking man, and I did something smart. I went back to Target, (pronounced Tar - shay) and picked up Mrs C. Then I drove to the Saturn Dealership a few miles away and explained my situation. With a pair of channel locks, the cap was quickly removed.
(Hey I lost the keys, it had to be done.) I drove to another Wawa less than a mile away, and saved the day.
Now after all that, you might ask, "But Chris, what about this makes you an idiot?"
Most people would keep the keys to their gas cap on the ring with their ignition key, but not me, no, I had to keep it hid in the car, or at least I thought I did. God knows where the hell the key went. Not only that, I kept both copies of the key together.
Go ahead, give it to me: DUH!
Mrs C will tell you, that in our home, at the kitchen door to the garage, there hangs a basket. That basket is for all the keys. Mrs C can always find HER Keys, but me?
There's a game I play often in our house, and has a very simple title:
"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KEYS?"
I am dumber than a box of rocks sometimes, but at least I admit it.
We were having a rather happy day. after lunch, I dropped her at Target, pronounced by in the know shoppers as "Tar- shay" and headed over to the nearby WaWa to get fuel for "Ruby" my Red Vue. (That's WaWa, pronounced WAH-WAH)
That's when my idiocy once again reared it's great big, over sized head. I had lost the keys to the gas cap. They weren't anywhere in the car, and not where I usually kept them. Even worse, we were a good thirty miles from home, and the little blinking, "You are almost out of fuel, dumb ass!" warning light and noise had been going off.
So what's a guy to do?
Panic? Start cussing and creating new words?
No.
I am Chris Casey, thinking man, and I did something smart. I went back to Target, (pronounced Tar - shay) and picked up Mrs C. Then I drove to the Saturn Dealership a few miles away and explained my situation. With a pair of channel locks, the cap was quickly removed.
(Hey I lost the keys, it had to be done.) I drove to another Wawa less than a mile away, and saved the day.
Now after all that, you might ask, "But Chris, what about this makes you an idiot?"
Most people would keep the keys to their gas cap on the ring with their ignition key, but not me, no, I had to keep it hid in the car, or at least I thought I did. God knows where the hell the key went. Not only that, I kept both copies of the key together.
Go ahead, give it to me: DUH!
Mrs C will tell you, that in our home, at the kitchen door to the garage, there hangs a basket. That basket is for all the keys. Mrs C can always find HER Keys, but me?
There's a game I play often in our house, and has a very simple title:
"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KEYS?"
I am dumber than a box of rocks sometimes, but at least I admit it.
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