Last night I stayed up later than I planned to finish the 20 terra cotta pots for the writers' conference I volunteer for. I was proud of myself as I got the hang to print on tissue paper. I realize tissue paper will be my paper of choice. The quote along with the actual logo for the conference printed out better than I planned.
This morning at the conference, we put a pot on each of the 20 tables set up. The founder of the writers' conference even told the audience I made them. I saw people pick my 4 inch decorated terra cotta pots and inspect it. Each pot had a piece of colored tissue paper inside of it. I liked the look. Did I take a picture? Uh...well...no.
At the end of the conference, during a reception for key note speaker, I notice one of the attendees has a pot. I thought that odd, since the reception was in a different room than my pots had been in. I wound up giving a pot to the keynote speaker and thought that was the end of it. I just figured we'd go back to the original room, get our stuff, pack up the remaining 18 pots and go. I wondered what the conference founder would do with the left overs. Back in the original room, I noticed the tables were bare. I thought the other volunteers had just packed up the room.
Wrong.
The conference founder announces to me, the attendees just snapped up the pots. Huh? Another volunteer concurred. I'd left that room and headed to the reception locale, before the founder finished her wrap up. Evidently folks wanted the pots as a give-away. So those 18 pots got gave. I was told some folks took 2 or 3 pots.
Really? I admit I looked at the pots, as they sat on the table, thinking I really need to touch that one up. In fact I had a brush and blue paint in purse! I'm still in disbelief. People liked my pots!!
I did realize new logistics in the making of pot--- yet that's for another post. Right now, my feet hurt, the Mocha Frappucino melts and the cat stares me as I type this.
My pots. People liked them. The day was good as it was, yet that little part made it purt near perfect!
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Saturday, August 13, 2011
Saturday, April 10, 2010
April 10, 1976 was Saturday Night
And on this day in 1976, the word was: par-TAY!
Yep. Back in those NBC's Saturday Night Live Wasn't Quite One Year Old Days, this night was my one and only party-my 18th birthday party to be exact! After all these years, classmates still talk about it. No special entertainment or DJ-nothing of the sort, just sloppy joes, squares of cake with my name written on each one--and oh yea, two kegs of beer: Schlitz and Budweiser.
In those days, the legal was 18. It wasn't until later, Dad admitted he just knew he was headed to jail, since not everybody was 18. Oh and then the beer was gone in 90 minutes, so a collection was taken up for more. Last year, I posted about the day. Click here to take a trip back in time....
Now, to this day in 2010. I'm in the midst of my second whole day of my new age. When I was in my 20's, I thought people this age--were, well---old--and pretty much dead. Since I've made it this far, it's farther from the truth. Anyway, I've had grand day, which included being part of a chum's planning for her annual writers' conference here in Dallas. Come to think about it, it may have been more of the quiche than the planning...
So now I look at my cat filled and quite cluttered house. It does need some attention, especially my kitchen sink. Gotta make sure nothing grows in there. :) After all that, this Saturday night in 2010 ever so pales compared to my own personal Saturday Night Live exactly 34 years ago tonight.
No matter. The memory still makes me smile...
Now while this cat sleeps I'll clean

...maybe..plus Saturday Night Live is new tonight
Better set the DVR, since I may be asleep... :)
Some things change while some things stay the same!
Yep. Back in those NBC's Saturday Night Live Wasn't Quite One Year Old Days, this night was my one and only party-my 18th birthday party to be exact! After all these years, classmates still talk about it. No special entertainment or DJ-nothing of the sort, just sloppy joes, squares of cake with my name written on each one--and oh yea, two kegs of beer: Schlitz and Budweiser.
In those days, the legal was 18. It wasn't until later, Dad admitted he just knew he was headed to jail, since not everybody was 18. Oh and then the beer was gone in 90 minutes, so a collection was taken up for more. Last year, I posted about the day. Click here to take a trip back in time....
Now, to this day in 2010. I'm in the midst of my second whole day of my new age. When I was in my 20's, I thought people this age--were, well---old--and pretty much dead. Since I've made it this far, it's farther from the truth. Anyway, I've had grand day, which included being part of a chum's planning for her annual writers' conference here in Dallas. Come to think about it, it may have been more of the quiche than the planning...
So now I look at my cat filled and quite cluttered house. It does need some attention, especially my kitchen sink. Gotta make sure nothing grows in there. :) After all that, this Saturday night in 2010 ever so pales compared to my own personal Saturday Night Live exactly 34 years ago tonight.
No matter. The memory still makes me smile...
Now while this cat sleeps I'll clean
...maybe..plus Saturday Night Live is new tonight
Better set the DVR, since I may be asleep... :)
Some things change while some things stay the same!
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