Jeff and Mike's pictures from Pebble Beach

Pebble Beach June 2009 Jeff and Mike's Pics

Pebble Beach June 2009

Click on the picture above to see a slideshow of Pebble Beach pictures courtesy of Jeff Houser.

Pebble Beach June 2009

Pat and I were able to watch intermittently when our guys hit the 18th green at Pebble Beach. Here are a few pics I snagged from the webcam. I will post Mike's pictures as soon as they're available. In the above pics all I know for sure is JY is the guy with the white pants.

Looks like the perfect end to what has been described as a perfect day.

It's been a blast

As a parent at Holy Angels, the past 16 years have been spent in a Groundhog’s Day–type of experience, each year yet another opportunity to get it right. Or at least do it better.

 

Many dances and field trips and projects and book reports and class parties and teachers and principals have come and gone.

 

Some things have not changed: no matter how many remodels my house is still too small; my car, no matter how big, is still too small; the drive to Holy Angels still has too many four-way stops and the traffic light in front of the church is the longest ever.

 

On the other hand, my family got bigger and so did the list of friends made. And the world changed; coverage of 9-11 was watched in the teacher’s lounge, we’ve gotten through four presidential elections and babies are now heading off to high school.

 

When my children were younger, there was more than one free dress day that was I was completely uninformed of until we arrived in the parking lot. Lucky for us, our habit of NEVER cleaning out the van had the benefit of providing clothes to put on in the parking lot.

 

I had the honor of watching all of my children participate in many, many class masses. The most famous was in 2000 when my then 7^th grader feinted in a pew, resulting in yet another trip to the emergency room. The important lesson of how to properly stand at attention was learned that day, a skill that has served him well in adulthood.

 

I will never forget the joy of watching Christmas programs that were actually about Christmas, celebrating the birth of Jesus. I thank all the teachers and parents who dedicated themselves to that production each year and for your patience in dealing with Yenny children who unfortunately inherited their singing voice from me.

 

Many teachers have come and gone and I thank every one of them for their dedication and compassion. And I guess I should confess that I never did get your birthdays straight; more than one flower for your birthday bouquet was “borrowed” from the church garden. (And thank you, Father Mike, for providing not only wonderful leadership but also that garden.)

 

Managing the logistics of getting children to school was at times challenging but provided two points of pride: I never got a ticket and I was ALWAYS in a carpool. Cheri Crowder and I must hold the record for longest-running carpool; I thank her and all the parents who carpooled with me, and the many kids who provided not only entertainment but valuable information about what was really going on at school. And their patience at the end of the day while they waited for Mr. Kristoff and me to discuss which ever current event demanded our attention.

 

Regarding the carpool, I’ve always been quick to say that I’m a good Catholic; not a great one and that all the kids in my van are not my own. But I’ve changed my mind: I would be happy to claim each and every one of them as my own.

 

These last years have had the “benefit” of cell phones added to my children’s arsenal of how to communicate with me. I still can’t understand what they’re saying and now I can add the fact that I can’t understand what they’re writing. Someone, anyone … please, write a dictionary defining the language they are using when writing text messages.

 

And to Sam, who always thought he only had to mumble once to convey important information and is extremely impatient at having to repeat himself: I feel your pain. No one in this house is listening to me, either.

 

The school has added a website and a principal’s blog to their arsenal of communication; lucky for me Kathleen and Sharon never stopped answering the school office phone because I never did manage to keep practice times and games and short day dismissals and field trips straight.

 

I hope all you parents have at least one child who participates a talent show. And if you don’t, go anyway. There’s nothing like watching a 6-year old boy impersonating Frank Sinatra, little girls enthusiastically belting out “I feel Like a Woman” or your own child having the courage at an age that you never did.

 

Getting two children (so far) through high school certainly put into perspective the challenges and frustrations of children in grade school: to parents, my own kids and their teachers past and present, I apologize for any over reaction on my part. And to the teachers and principals were in a position to judge various less-than-ideal behaviors on the part of Yenny children, I thank you for NOT over-reacting.

 

We thank everyone at the Holy Angels School and parish who have graciously allowed the Yenny family to be part of your community. We feel truly blessed. It's been a blast.

Evan Sayet at the Heritage Foundation / worth your time

ANOTHER great P.J. quote

From Australia this week:

Long term there's only one thing that gives me hope as a right-winger - the left-wing.

It's going to be hard to do a worse job running America than the Republicans did, but the Democrats can do it if anyone can.

The Left is the party of government activism - the party that says government can make you richer, smarter, slimmer, taller, and take a dozen strokes off your golf game.

The Right is the party that says government doesn't work. And then they get elected and prove it.

The US Government is going to take over the American car industry. I can predict the result - a light-weight, compact vehicle with a small carbon footprint using sustainable alternative energy. When I was a kid we called it a bike.

Washington DC April 2009

A picture of Jonathon on Sunday morning after spending the evening with my friend Mel and me. We stayed up WAY too late but it was worth it.

This is a pic of Jonathon at the Pentagon 9-11 memorial. We spent the day with Loriana and John Jacob, people I worked with at Crocker Bank(!) many years ago.

All my pictures of the trip are in a web album on the right. The Pentagon Memorial was very moving. The sunset pictures were taken from National Harbor where I was attending a trade show.

A GREAT trip with every weather (except snow) having been experienced.

Tea Party in El Segundo

Sam and Nate went with me to El Segundo for the South Bay Tea Party. Sam was sorely disappointed by the good behavior of the crowd, when we arrived and saw about 8 cop cars he had high hopes for excitement. He said he had hoped at least a few anarchists would show up.

We met Cris Molles there and ran into Carl Dreizler. The wind was blowing 20 mph + and it was FREEZING. But it was a great crowd and Tammy Bruce gave a great speech.

There were a lot of great posters, but the above is my favorite.

From Downtown Annapolis

2009 Guide to the U.S. Naval Academy

Nate and I went to a USNA recruiting meeting last weekend. And what to our wondering eyes does appear on page 55? The above picture, show actual size on the left and zoomed in to Midshipman Jonathon Yenny on the right.

Redistributionists ... Listen to P.J.

I think the Old Testament is quite clear about that. The Bible might seem to be a strange place to be doing economic research, but I have been thinking, from a political economy point of view, about the Tenth Commandment. Now the first nine commandments concern theological principles--thou shall not steal and kill and so forth. Fair enough. Then there's the Tenth Commandment: "Thou shall not covet they neighbor's wife. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's house, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neighbor's." I mean, here are God's basic rules for how we should live, a very brief list of sacred obligations and solemn moral precepts, and right at the end of it is: "Don't envy your buddy his cow." What is that doing there? Why would God, with just 10 things to tell Moses, choose jealousy about the stuff the guy next door has? Well, think about how important to the well-being of a community that commandment actually is. What that commandment says is that if you want a donkey, if you want a pot roast, if you want a cleaning lady, don't bitch about it, go get your own!

The Tenth Commandment sends a message to socialists, to collectivists, to people who believe that wealth is best obtained by redistribution, and that message is clear and concise: Go to hell! It's as simple as that.

THAT's what I'm talking about!

Econ 101 : even I get it.

It All Makes Sense Now

I finally realize why the Dems don't care about raising taxes.

IT'S BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO INTENTION OF PAYING THEM!

THIS is what I've been trying to say ...

"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom.  What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.  When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation. 

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

~~~ The late Dr. Adrian Rogers , 1931 to 2005 ~~~ 

And from me: The government is incapable of making the poor richer but very skilled at making the rich poorer. A lousy way to close the gap between rich and poor.

Trip to Victoria for Jamie's funeral

Another favorite picture

Here is the link that describes the above hug: http://www.enquirer.com/editions/2004/05/06/loc_moment06.html

My favorite picture of George W Bush

This moment defines his presidency. After 9-11, he stood in front of the world. He was saying: We are here. We don't back down. We aren't afraid of you.

Inauguration_Day

The first is a current picture of George W Bush. the 2nd is a picture of him at ground zero a couple of days after 9-11. Let no one doubt the sacrifice he has made and the toll it has taken.

I missed George W Bush leaving DC and getting on the helicopter. In a moment that would make him proud, I was taking an order on the phone. In a moment that would make President Obama proud, it was an order from MIT, so the money will ultimately come from my wallet.

Death Notice for Jamie Jackson

JACKSON, Jamie Donald Stanley Born September 10, 1989. Died suddenly in a motor vehicle accident January 03, 2009. Jamie was the much loved son of Donald and Gail Jackson and brother and best friend of younger sister Kelsie. He was born, raised and attended school in the Westshore area. As a young boy Jamie was active in local Karate and Lacrosse associations. He was a fine young boy in the process of growing into a fine young man. Jamie leaves to mourn, his grandparents Don and Margaret Jackson and Beverly Duncan of the local area, aunts and uncles Debbie, Gary, Alan and Christina of Victoria, Drew of Vancouver, Steven and Barbara and Brian of Edmonton, Alberta, cousins Shaun, Caitlin and Joshua of Victoria, best buds Cody and Daryl, countless relatives in California and overseas, and many friends and co-workers here. The family would like to thank friends and neighbours for all of their love and support through this difficult time. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the SPCA A memorial service followed by a reception will be held at 2:00 pm Monday January 12th, 2009 at First Memorial Funeral Chapel, 4725 Falaise Drive in the Royal Oak. 520534

I am leaving on Sunday to be at the funeral on Monday; returning home Wednesday evening. - Anne

Sad News

We found out over the weekend that a relative, Jamie Jackson, of Vancover Island Canada was killed in a car accident.

For simplicity, I have always described him as my cousin's son, but in reality he was my cousin's grandson (due to the largeness of my mother's family, there is much overlap in generations).

He was a funny, funny kid ... much like his father Donald as a teenager. Jamie stayed with us for a couple of days when we were at Lake Shawnigan and he kept us all laughing. Here is the link to the article describing the accident.

http://www.timescolonist.com/Langford+teen+killed+head+crash/1141794/story.html