Toast To The Trail
Everyone had a great time. I didn’t hear any complaints. The Atrium at Blue Point is a great space. People enjoyed the food and the libations on both floors.
Tanya Stella gets kudos for pulling off this event. It went without a hitch. We had something like 150 wine glasses and almost all of them were gone at the end of the night. I think some people may have even left their glasses. I don’t know why because they’re a nice memento of the event.
All of the sponsors also get a big thanks for their generosity and help for making the event a success. I snapped some pictures along the way with my cell phone. Check them out. I had my real camera out in my car but I forgot to get it out before the valet whisked it away. So you’ll have to enjoy the 2 mega pixel quality of my cell.
Mel & Tanya mugging for the camera
And seconds later, taawd got his butt kicked…
I didn’t get to take home the Ingrid Hoegner painting “Row Of Bottles” so I snapped my own shot.
Hope To See You Tonight!!
Tonight’s the night for the wine tasting fundraiser for the Ohio Canal Corridor called “A TOAST TO THE TRAIL”.
You’re guaranteed a good time. I’ll be there, actually, I’m not the sell. Q104’s Rebecca Wilde emcee the brand new event to support the OCC.
The event goes from 6:00 PM – 9:00 PM at The Atrium at Blue Point. It is located at 700 West St. Clair Ave. in Cleveland’s Historic Warehouse District.
The price per person is $75.00. You can get tickets at the door tonight. The price is well worth it!
You’ll also have a chance to win some fabulous prizes. Tell them what they could win Johnnie…
Well, Bob, the grand prize raffle boasts round trip Continental Airline tickets to anywhere in the Continental US, a two-night stay at the Ritz Carlton in San Francisco, and VIP Vineyard tours in Napa Valley (to be determined based on trip dates). Tickets are $20
There is also a painting by a local artist that will be auctioned off. A new bike, all sorts of wine and the list goes on and on. Back to you Bob!
If you live downtown, you’ll benefit from the work the OCC is doing. Read more about the Towpath Trail.
Hope to see you there tonight!
Blog Help
Here’s what I’m looking to do to make my blog more friendly.
Right now, you can click on “home” to get back to the homepage but if you click on the taawd’s thought’s header, it doesn’t do anything.
What I’m trying to do is make it so when you click it, your action will do the same as clicking on the “home” button.
I have the site formatted in CSS but I’m not sure how to do it and I can’t find good information on the Internet.
I’d appreciate any help.
Social Insanity
I have to give credit where credit is due, I was thinking it, Keeping Up Appearance beat me to the punch and wrote about it.
While I was driving around the parking lot (not in circles) at Steelyard Commons after visiting my friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart, I started to think how infrequently I use myspace anymore. Yeah, I already wrote about myspace vs. facebook but this social networking stuff is getting out of hands.
Right now I have:
myspace – I started somewhat for my job then it blossomed into a crazy addiction
facebook – I started because just one of my friends had it, now I have more than 100 friends
plaxo – I started because just one of my friends had it, I can’t tell you the last time I logged on.
linkedin – I started it because I thought it was the professional myspace. I still don’t get its use.
vox – I started it because just one of my friends had it and to comment on a blog.
yahoo360 – I don’t even know if it exists anymore, I don’t even know if I have a page.
twitter – I can’t update my myspace, facebook and twitter status at the same time. People apparently want to know what I’m doing, like “hey, I’m going to Steelyard.”
Of course, there’s my very own social networking site, www.taawd.com. I love my blog and don’t plan on giving it up. Thanks for your readership and your comments. They always make me smile.
I read text messages and get e-mail instantly on my phone. Oh and let’s not forget the fact, I actually have a cell phone so you can CALL me.
I have a Yahoo! e-mail account and always will unless they start charging or shutdown.
I have two gmail accounts. I have a hotmail account that’s surely dead now because I never use it. It always had too much spam for me.
Oh and let’s not forget my work e-mail or phone.
I’ll be using myspace less and less because everyone seems to have migrated to facebook. I think myspace got on the widget bandwagon too late. Now they’re offering putting applications on your page but everyone already has their facebook account set up already.
Facebook has become myspace on steriods and seems to be so much more accepted. One of my co-workers told me this morning he was actually thinking about signing up. I’d never expected it of him to say such a thing.
So, if you really want to get in touch with me, I’ve opened up some of the options, it’s only that now, I’m thinking about closing some of them down,
Whew!
God Bless Betty White
Breakfast of Champions
The Sleep Switch
Another Pet Peeve
I love to share my pet peeves with people because I know they’re probably someone else’s as well.
Here’s my latest one. Getting comfortable on the couch or in a chair, having the comforter over you or the computer at your side. In other words, you are complete in your mission for comfort, then you realize the remote, phone, keyboard or another essential device is over on the other side of the room.
I normally realize this is about to happen after I feel like I’ve reached comfort utopia. I think “God, I am comfortable, thank you!” I think thing, what is it I don’t have? Ah crap!
I don’t have kids that I could ask to get the remote, etc. I don’t have a pet that I could will/wish could get the object for me. Nope, it means I got to forgo my oasis of happiness and get up and fetch it.
Of course, once you leave the center of comfortability, you can never return to it. Something just doesn’t feel right. Why does that cushion feel lumpy? The comforter is out of whack. I can’t get comfortable.
I know what you might think, “taawd, you have to plan better.” Normally when I’m in said situation, I’m not much for thinking or planning. Heck, I do that all day long. I just want to relax and kick back.
I may have to invest in one of the those really long “fetch-it” devices so I don’t have to give up my relaxation refuge. It’s really not the laziness factor just the fact I was so comfortable.
This is my new pet peeve,
Love Stinks! Can You Smell It?
Two of my friends recently broke up. I have known one of them longer than the other but they both are important to me. One of the two is probably hurt and feeling lousy at best. I don’t know for sure because I’ve only had a short text conversation.
This all got me to thinking about relationships, break-ups and taking sides. I remember after my split with my former fiancee, I cut off all interaction with her and her family. Over the course of our relationship, I became very close to one side of her family. I hate still to this day that I can’t see them or their children who really loved seeing me. To see them again though would bring up bitterness and scars I choose not to relieve. I can’t believe it’s been two years since I last saw them.
I hate that one of the two people in the aforementioned couple isn’t communicating with anyone that I know right now. I understand where that person is coming from as they deal with the break-up but it’s tough. You come to know people, get used to them in your life then when they aren’t, you feel like a little part of your life has been taken away.
I know that person reads this blog so I’m hoping they’ll see this post and know that people understand their feelings. I know first hand how tough break-ups are. I suffered, rebuilt my life slowly and now I can finally write about such things without feeling hurt. All of the cliches apply.
- Time heal old wounds (or takes the sting out of them)
- Live one day at a time
- Everything happens for a reason
I stumbled across this site a long time ago and it helps with coping with the loss. I just wonder if they have one for lost friends.