It takes all kinds to make the world go ’round.  ~Rita Piper

Kyle with his first music teacher of 5 years, Ms. Debbie 5/17/09

Consistency is a good thing, especially with children.  As long as the standards are set in a good and moral direction, as opposed to consistently dysfunctional.  However, it’s always good to throw a little change in there.  Constant change without solving anything or for no reason can be absolutely, 100%, pull your hair out, madding.  But change, with the idea of trying something new and spicing things up a bit can be good and even exciting!

As my mom has always said, ‘It takes all kinds to make the world go ’round.’  She’s right!  God made us all different so we would rely on one another and work together.  If everyone knew what everyone else knew, and thought as everyone thinks, then the world would be a pretty boring place.

So on that note, let’s discuss my perception of different personality types based on change.  I know people are more complicated then my general brushstroke observations, but I believe I’m on to something.  The first type.  Those who hate change, no matter what.  They want to walk the same line, heading in the same direction, while maintaining the same status.  I’ve seen some people, they are extremes with this behavior.  They are those who can’t function when change happens and it throws them for a loop.   Sometimes change can cause them physical elements.

Then there are those who have to change for the sake of changing.  They never can have a clear thought or move toward a steady direction.  They are the ones, who change and then change again, even before measurable proof of something working or not working.  Usually it seems that those people are the ones who change so frequently, they come around to full circle.  That cracks me up, especially when they don’t even realize they are at square one.  My opinion those are the ones who, deep down inside, are not happy and are always searching for something.

Let’s not forget those, which I believe are the general population, who are pretty consistent but enjoy changing up their hair style, buying a new wardrobe, or even going away for a change of scenery.  Change in moderation.

Keeping with tradition Kyle won again at the Gutchess picnic at Idlewild

To self assess myself, I am a pretty consistent person, maintaining the grid of structure.  Actually, I am a bit of a habitual and routine type person.  Not to the point where I get bent out of shape or can’t function if things change or are modified.  I am a structured person, just enough to go into automatic.  However, I do love change, but not always for the fact of changing.  It’s true, sometimes things just get boring and need to be kicked up a notch.  It’s fun to go on an adventure and see things differently.  That’s probably why I like to travel so much.  It’s a change for the moment before getting back to the routine.

Then if we are talking about a process or specifically laid out direction that is not working at the current set path.  Now that change needs to be reviewed and could just make sense, creating the perfect reason to change.  So change does need to happen and it is a part of life.

Again I’m making very broad strokes here, not taking into account the change in which there is no control.  Change, that just strikes you like lightening and then you just pick up the pieces and adjust as best you can.  I’ve seen and have been a part of change like that.  One minute your life was going in one direction and the next minute, literally, you are set permanently on a different course for the rest of your life.  Sometimes it’s for the better like those winning the lottery, and sometimes it’s not.  I’ve experienced both, not winning the lottery, but I’ve been apart of major change.  Kyle was our change that was certainly for the better. I was such a different person before he arrived on the scene.  Now that was good change!

Kyle on the other hand tends to be more like my sister, pretty habitual and can’t really handle change.  Not the small stuff, but big change is very stressful to them.  Kyle was always like that, it certainly is part of his DNA.  Even when he was a toddler, if we did something different than the way it was done before and he deemed it as a change, he would stop us and call out how it’s “suppose” to be done.  When Kyle would play with his cars or his Thomas the Tank Engine, he would place certain pieces in specific places. Example, he had a blue truck that always sat on the side lines.  Yes I will admit that I would, quite intentionally move the truck or start driving it around.  He couldn’t deal with this obvious break in the pattern.  When we played the game Trouble, he always had to be red.  Sometimes, just to keep him on his toes and shake things up a bit, I would call the red before he did.  That always set him in a tailspin of furry and frustration.  Ok so maybe this blog post should be about how I am antagonist.  Maybe some other time.

I’ve said it to my mom a thousand times, it’s a good think my sister and Kyle have me.  I keep them from falling into a deep set pattern and bring the reality of life to their world.  Not too much, because I don’t like constant change too but enough to cope with the changing world around us all.  How to you handle change?

The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.  ~Saint Augustine

Me in Ireland.. I'm wearing a Guinness shirt and Heineken jacket.. total tourist 6/2005

You know I’ve talked about some of my travels and I know I’ve mentioned my love for traveling a time or two.  However, recently flying with my sister sparked a story that still makes me laugh out loud to this day.  This is one of the funniest stories of all times!  At least I found it hilarious.  Actually, there are two parts of this particular trip that brought tears to my eyes as I toppled over in complete and utter laughter.  Now bare with me, I may not do the story justice but I will do my best.

Take a minute to stroll back through time with me. Picture it, June of 2005, traveling through London, Paris and Berlin before making my way back to London to meet my sister.  At this point I had already been in Europe for about two and a half weeks.  I met Nicole in the Heathrow Airport and we both boarded a plane for Amsterdam, staying there a couple of days before flying to Ireland.  This is where the story takes place.

Castle we toured in the country side 6/2005

Reaching our new destination, the airport in Ireland, Nicole and I did the standard go through our travel documents to make sure all was in order, while waiting around for the luggage to slide down the conveyor belt.  As Nicole and I stood there, we saw this piece of luggage with a bright rainbow band wrapped around the center of the bag with what appeared to be shirts and underwear hanging out of it.  Looking like it was sent to a war zone before returning, the zipper finally gave in and threw up the white flag.  From the looks of the white with floral designs protruding from the seams, it circulated around and around on the metal carousel.  With every pass, I kept making comments like, “Wow that would suck!” and “I bet someone is not going to be happy with the handling of their luggage.” and “If my panties were flapping in the wind like that I would be devastated!”  At this point, I really believed the rainbow band was placed their by the owner of the bag, you know to identify it easier.  As my comments continued, and boy did they continue, I pulled my luggage to a safe position beside me.  Nicole was pretty quiet waiting for the arrival of her bags.  We both were anticipating the start of our four leaf clover journey, Ireland!  There were three things we were both excited to experience, going to see Trinity College, staying in a castle, and touring the Guinness brewery!  I was getting pretty antsy at this point and everyone knows sometimes I can’t contain my excitement and energy, plus I have been traveling for quite some time now and I was a little bit tired, and GITTY!

Nicole lounging in the VIP room of our hotel after the suite case fiasco. 6/2005

As I stood there watching everyone grab their bags, still examining the rainbow colored banded, sorry piece of luggage, circulate the room, I noticed the area had cleared out. It was at that minute Nicole and I just looked at each other with confusion.  We both had the look of “Where’s our bag?”  We didn’t even pay attention to the last piece of sad luggage left on the conveyor belt like an abandoned puppy.  Just then, Nicole walked over to the bag, still sporting the rainbow colored band, and read the tag.  Yep!  Nicole R. Piper!  What made the sight even more classic was Nicole’s typical response.  She huffed, rolled her eyes and got all red in the face from shear anger!

Ok I am aware that I am a bit of an instigator, especially with situations like these.  Plus keep in mind, I am a naturally a hyperactive person, who is now sleep deprived and on the verge of complete giddiness.  Then, the opposite of me would be Nicole, tired and frustrated with her underwear flapping in the wind.

Trinity College 6/2005

It’s taken Nicole years before she would really laugh at that story.  You see it all worked out.  She dragged her abused piece of luggage to the counter at the airport and they gave her a voucher for a free piece of luggage, of her choice, from this particular store.  I must say, her new travel companion was much nicer than her old one.  Ironically, really nothing got damaged or lost of Nicole’s cloths, but I did have a Heineken glass in there from the brewery that did not survive.  I was kinda made about that, but this story brought me more joy over the years than that glass would have ever brought me.

Nicole's suite case

To add to Nicole’s demise as we got to our castle, we were greeted with a no room at the inn response.  The castle was holding a wedding and all the rooms were taken, even though we made our plans far in advance.  They were very nice and put us up in there more modern hotel near by, gave us taxi vouchers and even gave us access to their VIP cocktail room.  The funny thing was, we didn’t care about those things, we really wanted to stay in a castle!

So now, in present times, the site of Nicole’s suitcase with a self placed pink band wrapped about it brings tears to my eyes and floods me with the memories of Ireland.  We had a great time!  She said she keeps that band on there just in case her zipper breaks again.  Guess Nicole learned a lesson, about seven years ago that she takes seriously to this day.  In another post I will tell you how my suite case ended up in Japan, but that’s whole other story.

I can’t wait to start traveling abroad with Kyle.  I bet I will have even more funny moments and better stories, since Nicole and Kyle are so similar. Can’t wait!!

I’m gonna say this once. ‘Gonna say it simple. And I hope to God for your sakes you all listen. There are no Abominable Snowmen. There are so Sasquatches. There are no Bigfeet! ~Harry and the Hendersons

Kyle at Youth Group's Easter Egg Hunt 2010

Probably about two summers ago my family took Kyle camping.  My mom, dad, my sister and Kyle went for an overnight stay not too far from where we live.  Unfortunately, I had a lot of work to do that weekend so I didn’t attend the adventure, but I heard all about it.  They packed up the fishing gear, the tent and off they went.  Evidently, as nighttime approached and they were nearing the camp site to pitch the tent, a snake crossed the road.  Nothing really unusual about that, they were after all, out in no man’s land.  Naturally, dad ran over the reptile without skipping a beat and proceeded to pronounce his disdain for snakes.  Dad, being dad, didn’t pay attention to Kyle’s reaction and didn’t realize Kyle’s thought process at that moment.  Then, I guess dad asked Kyle if he wanted to pitch the tent or just get a hotel room.  On a side note, I can tell my parents are getting older when they give a choice like that.  Also, keep in mind, the snake flattening instance was not far from the potential camp site.  Remember, this all happened within minutes of each other.  Naturally, Kyle wanted a hotel room, not because he doesn’t like camping or pitching the tent, but because he associated the snake with the camp site.  Mom said she saw the look on Kyle’s face during the short lived episode, which amounted to about 15 minutes of a conversation.  Mom said she instantly saw Kyle associate the snake, slithering on the ground, with their camp site and his sleeping quarters, residing on the ground.  I’m guessing Kyle never teamed the idea of snakes with camping before, but at that moment it was plain as day.

Kyle playing with a bunny at Youth Group Easter Egg Hunt 2010

So now the story of the Sasquatch.  While they were laying in bed watching TV in a hotel room, a show came on about the Sasquatch.  Nicole said he was really tired but insisted on watching the show.  It was the same type of program that’s been on TV a thousand times before.  It usually includes sitings, supposed evidence, testimonials and such.  Now, while the show unfolded and Kyle intently watched the program, I’m guessing no one was aware of what was going on in Kyle’s head.  By the time the reality altered exposé ended, Kyle was now concerned he was going to run into a Sasquatch!  Nicole said she told him, ‘Kyle that’s just a show’, followed by Kyle’s response, “Ya Aunt Nikki, it’s on TV so it must be real.”  What?  I had no idea that Kyle believed just because a show appears on TV it makes it true.  Yikes!  Nicole called me to inform me about Kyle’s newest fear, the fear of the Sasquatch.

Supposedly, this obsession went on throughout the short weekend.  By the time they got home, dad was teasing Kyle about the Sasquatch and I couldn’t help but laugh.  I instantly tried to help the conversation by reinforcing what everyone was telling him, that it’s not real and the Sasquatch is not going to get him.  I even joked around saying, “You take Kyle for a weekend and you bring him back damaged goods.”

Being apart of our family, we don’t show much mercy, especially with a fear such as that one.  To this day, we still tease Kyle about the Sasquatch.  Especially if a show comes on TV regarding the subject.  In fact, because of Dad’s infatuation with outdoor TV and hunting shows, I always see this advertisement for Yeti coolers, another name for the Sasquatch.  Although I don’t think Kyle is aware and gets the humor in that commercial, but I totally crack up.

When dad took Kyle out hunting this past year, there were a number of joking comments thrown at Kyle.  ‘Watch out for the Sasquatch!’ and  ‘Don’t shoot the Sasquatch!’

Now what brought on this story?  Recently, we watched the movie Harry and the Hendersons, you know the comical movie about the Sasquatch that lives with the family and destroys their house.  Needless to say, Kyle got a kick out it and really enjoyed the story.

Yep Kyle will never live that one down.  I guess everyone has their own Sasquatch.  Of course most fears have actual phobia names.  Such as my sister who has arachnophobia (fear of spiders), my mom who has acrophobia (fear of heights) and let’s not forget mine, musophobia (fear of mice).  I don’t think dad has an actual phobia, he just hates snakes, but if he had the fear, it would be ophidiophobia (fear of snakes).  Although I wouldn’t call Kyle’s awareness for the Sasquatch a phobia.  After all, he is not paralyzed by the fear of the Sasquatch.  He still goes hiking through the woods with me and hunting with my dad.  But you know it’s an awareness that lives in the back of his mind.  So what’s your Sasquatch?

Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is.  ~Yoda

Two Friday’s ago, I took Kyle to see Star Wars, The Phantom Menace in 3-D playing in the theaters.  It’s funny, as I sat there and looked around a very packed movie theater, I noticed Star Wars really does span generations.  They even had a person dressed as Darth Vader behind the concession stand.  The crazy thing is, Darth Vader isn’t even in the first Star Wars movie, yet all the kids lining up for popcorn knew who he was.  Even, our 3-D glasses were Star Wars branded!  It’s pretty cool to share a phenomena with Kyle, that I too shared as a child, a neat common ground and an overlapped interest.  As I sat there waiting for the movie I reflected and realized that I have been a part of this craze, pretty much since its birth.  I saw all the original Star Wars movies in the theaters, then I saw them all digitally remastered, then the first three movies, and now the first Star Wars in 3-D.  This franchise has really maintained its popularity and grew with each new generation.  Kyle watches the cartoons, Star Wars the Clone Wars.  When I was a kid we watched the Ewoks Cartoon.  I will admit I started getting into reading the books which, recently I’ve passed to Kyle.

I’ve talked about  Going Retro With Star Wars before.  But I must admit it is still amazing to see the Star Wars fan base and the age assortment of those fans.  It makes me wonder what else has become a cult following like Star Wars that has lasted for generations?  I really don’t know of any.  Possibly because the fan base grew old and the obsession wore off?  Or is it because my parents never really got into any past phenomenons before to pass down to my generation?  I guess that’s not entirely true if you count Grease.  Everyone knows the songs and that musical has been classically redone over the years.  So I guess if that is true, then I should include the Rocky Horror Picture Show and Priscilla Queen of the Desert.  Each having their own followers that dress up when the local theater plays the musicals from time to time.

Already knowing that the Twilight series will continue to remain a favorite for generations to come, at least among women, is no secret.  The franchise not only has done will financially, but it has a following that consists of those having a true interest and are driven by passion behind the story.  Admittedly, I am on of those millions that share in the attraction.  Another series that might maintain their die hard fans would be Harry Potter.  By default they have already span the generation gap and painted a magical world for their followers to come to request. Recently, if I had to forecast, this same enthusiasm is going to stay strong among the fans of The Hunger Games.  Even before the first movie hits the big screen, I am saying that with complete confidence.

Me & Kyle in the movie theater watching Star Wars 3-D 2/10/12

So, is it just in recent times that we have been brought into the presence of great writing or fascinating stories?  No, I know that’s really not true.  There have been some very powerful classic books written, with great character development and storylines.  But maybe it’s the times of pop culture, the big screen entertainment and heart throbbing actors who have captured our attention in addition to the storyline?  Or is it our culture now-days to want to reach for something, to be apart of something so popular?  Maybe it’s the excitement of these releases that gets us all caught up in the story?  It’s also no secret that the amount of information that is disseminated exponentially is over-whelming.  It can be retrieved with a few clicks of the mouse and voila, stories on actors, directors, authors, other fans, events, trends, you name it.  I can see where it’s easy to get wrapped up in all the hype.  Perhaps if William Shakespeare lived in another time, he may have been a mega star during his living years.  I know he was popular during his time period, but I guess if he lived in present days, his name would expand to all ends of the earth.  Although, I am not forgetting that his works have traveled through time and he is a household name.  Sometimes I wonder how Romeo and Juliette would have been handled?  Of course that movie did hit the big screen a few years ago staring Leonardo DiCaprio (I liked it!)  The same goes for my favorite Midsummer Night’s Dream.  But what about MacBeth, Hamlet, Taming of the Shrew, and Julius Caesar.  Maybe Shakespeare would have been a red carpet celebrity with his plays and he would have made big names of his actors if he sprang up in Hollywood.  But would he have started a popular craze?

I truly believe that a lot of pop culture trends revolve around hype, but I also believe that there is something real there, something to get the ball the rolling.  We Are All Children At Heart , I truly undoubtedly believe that.  Maybe it’s because this new generation is staying younger longer, even though they are maturing younger.  Is that possible?  At any rate what are your thoughts on pop culture and the newest trends?

Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.  ~Benjamin Franklin

Ahh yes, today is another Guinness toast!  Where the bars are packed, at least those that serve Guinness on tap, and everyone raises a pint and toasts to Arthur Guinness.  This toast takes place annually on the third Friday in February.  To my understanding this worldwide phenomenon was started in a bar in Pittsburgh, Pa., my own backyard.  Did you know they actually take a head count of those that toasted?  Yep it’s a celebration that increases and records the number of participated toasts and every year.  It’s really something to experience.  Over the years I’ve seen many contests with respect to the Guinness toast.  One contest that always stood out to me, was an entry to submit a piece describing your perfect pint of Guinness.  One lucky winner was chosen and won a pub in Ireland for a year.  I never participated, although my intent was to do so, but by the time I would get around to it, the deadline had since passed.

 Admittedly, I also attended the Guinness toasts because of the branded items given away. I loved being the select recipient of a Guinness t-shirt, hat or poster.  To this day I still wear my prize t-shirts, mostly to work out in, but they are worn in pride. In 2005, my sister and I stopped in Ireland through our travels of northern part of Europe.  Visiting the Guinness brewery and St. James Gate was at the top of my list, aside from Trinity College.  We had a blast going on a tour of the brewery and eating dinner within the facility.  My dinner was all made with Guinness, naturally, even down to the chocolate cake.  Delicious!  The experience was complete with my free pint of Guinness, in my Guinness glass, while sitting at the Guinness bar, surrounded by Guinness enthusiasts.  Not to mention my stop at the Guinness store to purchase my Guinness slippers, glasses, pitcher, deck of cards, and yes I even my very own Guinness panties.  What can I say?  I am a walking billboard for all things Guinness.  That was one of my favorite memories of Europe.

Being an art and marketing major, and an advertising executive, I really appreciate the Guinness marketing efforts.  The old Guinness ads and campaigns executed over the years, specifically during the 1930’s with their famous Toucan really appeal to me.  The illustrations and It’s A Lovely Day For a Guinness and My Goodness My Guinness signs not only exemplifies friendly and refreshing, but it speaks history to me.  One level of the Guinness brewery is dedicate to the retro advertising efforts, hung on the walls like a museum.  It’s so much fun to walk down the isles of a family legacy.  Very iconic.  Actually, 2009 marked the 250th celebration of Arthur Guinness.

Not to long ago, my good friend Markelle gave me a book called, In Search for God and Guinness.  A really lovely book that sited many positive efforts exhibited from the Guinness family toward Ireland and around the world.  I’m sure the Guinness family, like many families have had their fair share of individuals and situations that they are not proud of, but all in all, that family consisted of true and honest humanitarians.  It’s really a remarkable story.  I know there are other books on the subject and I’ve read briefly over the family history, but this book really shined the light on the family.  One day I will go off on my own dissertation on the book and the Guinness family but not today.

Did you also know that the Guinness family, the same family who started with Arthur Guinness, is the same family who started the Guinness Book of World Records?  The one in the same.  That is one of those books Kyle has always had an infatuation with, not that I blame him. Some of the recorded feats and information are mind blowing!

You know, being a Guinness fan and loving all things Guinness, I never missed a Guinness toast, that is until a few years ago.  I’m even a member!  Putting myself through college by way of waiting on tables and bartending, I either worked the celebration or participated in the event.  In my younger days, I would not have missed the toast for anything, but now things are different.  For the most part my blog is all things Kyle, except for the random run in with a mouse or the war between Pudd’in and dad.  Even though I write about it, sometimes I forget, but Kyle has really changed me.  For the better, without a doubt.  Today, instead of getting ready to go out and enjoy others who share my love for Guinness, I would rather hang out with my little man.  Times have changed, and they do keep changing as he grows up.  Who knows one day, I’ll probably be back at the Guinness toast enjoying my favorite drink with my favorite little man.

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Where there is love there is life.  ~Mohandas Gandhi

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Even though martyred saints whom this day was originally celebrated have nothing to do with romance, courting or the symbolist heart shape, I still would like to honor it as a day for love.  I mean how can anyone go wrong devoting a day for loving others and showing love?  There is always so much hate, destruction and corruption in the world, a day to remind ourselves that we have the ability to love and we are all in essence brothers and sisters, is a good thing.  Since God emanates the purest love imaginable, and there is no specific holiday to celebrate God, I like to think of St. Valentine’s Day, as a celebration of God and his pure boundary-less love.

I hope everyone has the opportunity to love someone, as well as receive love, whether it be from family, friends, or a special someone.  Love comes in different packages, takes on different shapes, and is marked with different priority levels.  In my opinion, there is no greater joy than to love a child. Yes, I love my family whole hardheartedly, and I miss my brother terribly, but the truth is Kyle has cast rays of light and love over us all.  It’s amazing how one little boy can overshadow grief and confusion with innocent pure powerful love.  Of course, he was sent directly from the hands of God Himself.  That was the package God’s gift of love was presented to us.  The best package ever!

Take the time to heart someone today!

My Valentine from Kyle when he was around 5 yrs. He loved saying "Flame On" - Fantastic Four

The general who advances without coveting fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do good service for his sovereign, is the jewel of the kingdom.  ~Sun Tzu

You know sometimes just a simple observation can really make you think.  People are amazing and I truly believe there is more good in the world than bad.  It’s just that the bad seem to hold a lot more weight and resonate in peoples’ minds.  I am more of an optimist, not overly to the point where I am blinded by evil in the world, but enough to know we are born in the likeness of God and His goodwill and love.

The Squad before mission—Zack Smith, Andre Sullivan, Jon Hartle, Samuel B. Johnson, Maurice Lockett, Chris Dignan, Andrew Andooroo Gueits & Mike Nosko (courtesy of David Seminary)

Flying back from Charlotte, North Carolina, last weekend, I heard an announcement in the airport that I don’t believe I’ve ever heard before.  They announced their first class members and gold members, etcetera to lead the charge with boarding.  In the same announcement, they added all military personnel to the mix.  I don’t recall ever hearing that, however maybe I never paid attention, which is always viable.  Anyway, I’m not objecting, not in the slightest, but it was… nice. I was flying US Airways.  Now I began to wonder if all airlines treated our military heroes with such admiration.

Once we boarded the plane, I had the honor of sitting across the isle from the young airman, who was wearing his fatigues labeling him as Air Force.  Now I will say, when I fly, I always get a new book.  It’s part of the excitement of traveling that I escape into a book along the way.  This trip was no different and I was pretty engrossed in my newest purchase that came out this past December, thanks to Cassandra Clare for Clockwork Prince.  So I will admit I really didn’t even look up from the book, I was kinda engrossed in the fantasy world painted in the pages laid out before me.

While flying you can always expect the usual, everyone takes their seats, we take off, they eventually turn off the Seat Belt sign and, soon after, the beverage cart makes its trek from the front of the plane to the back.  When I’m so absorbed in a book, no shiny object could steal my focus, except the airman sitting to my right.  Once he ordered his drink he reached for his wallet and pulled out some cash to offer the flight attendant.  This gentlemen couldn’t have been more than 19 or 20 years old.  Yet the respect he was showing for the hard work performed from our flight attendants, whom I’m sure are always taken for granted by passengers (myself included) was really thoughtful.  Now the flight attendant didn’t want to accept the money, but the airman clearly meant it as a nice gesture and wanted to tip him.  I even heard him say, “You’re working really hard,” which I think embarrassed the flight attendant.

As I sat there, it made me start to think, ‘What a nice gesture’.  Now I couldn’t believe I was drawn away from my book, but I was.  Then I started to think, I’ve always wanted to walk up to someone who serves or has served in the military and thank him or her for their service.  Having the perfect opportunity, I did not, feeling a bit awkward.  I don’t know if it was because we were almost in Pittsburgh and if I was going to express my sincere appreciation I should have done it when we initially sat down.  Or the fact that I didn’t know him, or whatever my deal was. Alas I did not.

Once we were preparing to descend toward Pittsburgh International Airport, I managed to tuck the book in my bag, surfacing to the world of reality.  I did manage to ask the young airman if he was home for the weekend.  He told me he was, flying in from somewhere in the States, although I can’t remember where he said.  As we were un-boarding, I thought, “Well, here’s my chance to show my respect by letting him off in front of me.” As we walked through the connecting tube into the airport, I heard one of the greeting US Airways personnel say, “Thank you for your service,” and she reached out her hand to shake his.  Yes that’s exactly what I wanted to say, and it seemed so simple.  He seemed to appreciate the gesture, even though I was facing the back of his redish/blond hair and couldn’t quite see his face.

Following along with everyone else, we all herded toward our designated baggage claim area, the airman among the mix.

A US Soldier doing his duty. (courtsey of David Seminary)

Now at this point, I am truly intrigued for this young airman.  I had a ton of questions that sparked my curiosity: How long had he been in the service?, What made him join?, Why the Air Force? and the list goes on and on.  I did see him being greeted by another young man who looked very similar if not exactly like him, a brother I’m guessing.  They didn’t greet each other as if they hadn’t seen each other in years, but like family members who see each other on weekends.  It was quite sweet, my young airman friend, and I use that loosely since I didn’t even know his name, was happy to be back in the ‘Burgh’.  And you know what?  I was happy for him.  As everyone scrambled to retrieve their luggage off of the carousel, which makes me dizzy, I lost track of the airman.  I really wanted to wish him safe travels.

At that point I wondered how many other people really paid much attention to the presence of the airman among us.  I wondered if others thought as I did, or they didn’t care, or they cared but kept their thoughts to themselves as I have.

Having friends and family in all branches of the military, and my dad who was in the army, I do appreciate their efforts.  Those brave young men and women are the ones who help keep our country safe and free, allowing me to write freely about my observations.  So THANK YOU to everyone who is serving or has served in the U.S. Military.  Your actions are not in vain.

The trouble with weather forecasting is that it’s right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.  ~Patrick Young

Happy Groundhog’s Day!  I’m not really sure how this holiday started, although if I looked into it I’m sure there’s a lot of history behind this unusual day.  I do know it has become popular all around the world, and yes the most popular sight to take-part in the celebration is in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania.  Right in my own backyard, the backdrop for the movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray.

Having the opportunity to participate in the event, I can say first hand, it is something that needs to just be experienced for oneself.  There’s not much to the town of Puxsutawney.  In fact, without Groundhog Day it might even be extinct, being in the middle of nowhere.  But alas it is not.  It seems to be the pinnacle of Groundhog celebration everywhere, and they love their groundhog!  It’s certainly evident when you walk around the charming little town.  They have statues of groundhogs and everything seems to be revolved around such theme.  I loved it!

About 15 years ago I went to participate in the festivities with an old boyfriend at the time.  So it has been quite some time. I’ve always wanted to go back, but never had the opportunity.  We stayed for a few days prior to the celebration and left the day after.  It was really a lot of fun!  The night before, we were told to head up to Gobbler’s Knob early.  We were suppose to reserve a good place to see Punxsutawney Phil, but also to join in all the celebrations.  I had no idea what to expect.  First I was shocked, since getting up to Gobbler’s Knob was up this windy road, not in town like it was portrayed in the movie.  But no matter, I was there to really soak up the event.  We started walking, yes I mean walking at 9:00 pm the night before.  We didn’t think it was too far, although to be honest I really don’t know how far we walked.  I remember it took us a good bit of time and I was cold and overwhelmed.  You see there were cars already lined up making their pilgrimage to Gobbler’s Knob, creating their own traffic jam.  Can you believe it?  Everyone was so sincere and nice, every few cars we walked past another would offer to let me sit inside to warm up, which I did!  So that definitely delayed our world record walk to the top.

Once we arrived at the top of this hill there was a make shift parking lot that took the form of a country field.  It actually resembled a football parking lot with all the tailgating going on.  People built huge bon fires everywhere, and I mean HUGE.  I watched some people go into the local woods and chop down small trees to keep the fires going.  It was amazing.  People were eating and naturally drinking and generally just having a good time.  In fact, I don’t remember any chaos.  I think I mentioned it but I will say it again, people were genuinely nice, very hospitable.  As we walked around keeping warm by one of the many fires, people were offering us food and drinks. Me, knowing that the only bathroom available included a tree and leaves, I opted to omit any food or beverages, but I was still appreciative for the offers.

Soon 6:00 am rolled around and we proceed to enter the sacred gates of Gobbler’s Knob, you know to make sure I had front row seats to see Phil.  All the inner circle guys wearing their formal coats and top hats entertained the crowed with music for a while.  Did I mention, they don’t allow alcoholic beverages within the limits of the Knob?  Yep, and it seemed as though most people respected the rule. No one wanted trouble, just to enjoy themselves.

Then the long awaited for 7:20 came when they brought out the rock star of the event.  It was funny, that year Phil bit his handler.  I did chuckle because he got a hold of his glove and really latched down.  During the ritualistic ceremony, they gave some interesting stats of how many times Phil saw his shadow, how many times he was right, that sort of thing.  Then they read from a scroll in very formal terminology, before announcing if he saw his shadow or not.  It was kind of comical, watching the handler with his tuxedo and top hat, leaning in, to listen to a groundhog.

Then as soon as they said the words everyone wanted to hear, shadow or no shadow, the entire crowd of about 30,000 stormed out the same sacred gates they entered to go home.  It looked like a stampede!  I was actually afraid I was going to get swept up in the rush and get trampled.  The year I went I think he saw his shadow, but I really can’t remember.  All that excitement and anticipation and I can’t remember what the verdict was.  On my defense I was extremely tired, hungry, and cold.

I’ve told this story to Kyle, although I doubt if he remembers it, nor do I think he cares.  Either way, one day I’ll take him up to Gobbler’s Knob so he can experience it for himself, as I think everyone should.  I had a great time!!

The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.  ~Saint Augustine

Me & Nicole at the Heineken Brewery, Ireland June 2005

Having an adoration for seeing the world is ingrained in me.  I am fortunate enough to have parents who feel the same way, always encouraging my brother, sister and myself to see the world.  That’s one thing I really truly appreciate and admire about mom and dad.  There was never a time they forbade us or threw up roadblocks when the opportunity arose to see different destinations, within the states or abroad.

Always trusting how we were raised, as good hearted, responsible individuals, my parents reinforced being safe and using common sense.  Let’s face it, common sense is a very useful and powerful tool.  Mom and dad were never ignorant to the fact that there is crime and violence everywhere in the world, not to mention less than acceptable living conditions and sicknesses, but they have always believed that traveling was essential to growing.  They know there is a world of history, art, culture and just plain beauty, not to mention the adventure of it all.

You know it’s funny how different people travel.  Being a no muss, no fuss traveler, I always trek around with just the necessities, minimal bags.  Avoiding hold ups like digging for travel documents is the key.  I try to have those ready and on hand, just the essential documents, not the printout of a book from an email and all confirmations, just my travel destinations highlighted for quick reference.  Moving through transportation terminals such as airports and train stations, I move my tooshy and try not to dilly dally.  I am that person who walks up the escalators, walks on the people mover, the one who will not drive around for an hour looking for the closest parking spot, and the one who will check in all baggage so I don’t take additional time boarding and unboarding.  Not to mention the little things like staying out of the way and not holding up lines.  If I am not sure of my direction or need to get situated, I get out of everyone’s way until I am ready to proceed.  Carrying a piece of fruit and some sort of nuts or granola bars for snacking, I avoid stopping to get in lines to eat.  This helps me consume minimal food during my adventures so I don’t need to stop and use the restroom facilities.

Me & Kyle touring the caves of West Virginia with Casey 2011

Then there is the opposite of me, those who travel nothing like what I’ve described.  I’m not saying one is better over the other, just making pure observation.  But I do need to call out those individuals who seem to need a manual on etiquette for traveling or, at the very least, common sense.  Yes, you know who you are.  Again, I’m sure over the years I’ve broken a few of those rules myself, unintentionally, but I do try to take others into consideration with my actions during my journey.

I was on a flight not too long ago and I saw a man trying to push his huge carry on, that barely fit into the overhead might I add, in front of another bag.  And I mean he tried.  Common sense must have escaped him or better, he must not have checked it at baggage.  Did anyone ever tell him that you can’t fit 10 pounds of something in a five pound bucket?  Apparently he missed the memo.  Really I don’t care except he held up boarding of the plane with his actions.  What made this even better, they announced before we boarded the plane that it was a full flight and they recommended that anyone with larger carry on luggage to check it in.  So this gentlemen had the chance to check in his attaché and chose against it.  But now he is pushing his bag into another in the overhead.  Gets even better.  Not all the overhead space was taken.  All he needed to do is walk a few feet down the isle to an open bin.  Problem solved!  Then he could have made his way to his seat and let everyone follow suit.  Do you think it occurred to him?  Well I will never know the answer, but I do know he held up everyone boarding and getting into their respected seats because he remained focused on loading that large piece of matter into one specific spot, along with the bag that already occupied the space.  One also would think that, if you have an entire line waiting on you, staring at you, you would change your course of action or at the very least adjust the plan of attack.

Me in front of Le Louvre in Paris, France. 2005

Well, I take that back, he did.  He chose to shove this massive bag in the overhead opposite to him, which was equally as full.  Really?  Did you think there was going to be a different outcome?  I guess he doesn’t know what doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is called.

Eventually, after 15 minutes, he got the hint, felt the pressure or gained common sense.  No matter what the reasoning was, he adjusted his arrangement.  I wasn’t mad but, I must say, having a front row seat to this craziness was quite interesting.  Maybe he had his reasons, though I really don’t see the logic, even reflecting on it now.

So I guess the moral of this story, when you travel you effect everyone around so be considerate.  O also user common sense!