I love my First Lady!
According to the pool reporter for the event:
The First Lady’s office arranged a White House-wide food drive that yielded almost eight cases of fresh fruit, delivered Wednesday evening, which should be enough to provide fruit for almost two weeks of meals, according to executive director Scott Schenkelberg, who introduced Mrs. Obama.
I've always wondered if his name were pronounced Tom-baw or Tom-boy.
Closer to Tom-baw. It's almost Tom-bo. Last syllable very short. NM is particular about him because he pretty much is the freaking founder of NMSU's astronomy department and was a major force in astronomy in the state.
He didn't move to NM until after the Pluto discovery, which was at Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff, AZ.
Um, yeah. I'd say he's feeling better today.
(Currently home "sick" with a contagious-but-rambunctious little boy.)
Holy crap, Jess, he's going to outgrow that crib soon.
If he doesn't break it first!
That was a great story about Mrs. Obama. A friend of a friend volunteers at that soup kitchen and was fair to bursting with pride and appreciation.
The Catholic Church caused all sorts of trouble for Galileo.
Ellis Paul has a great song. Did Galilleo Pray?
Of course, where great = my fierce love of folkies.
Weekend:
Saturday night: birthday party for a neighborhood friend.
Sunday: Another niece's birthday, if I can arrange transportation.
Somewhere in between, vacuuming my apartment, playing with my new Mac mini, and buying comics. I think I like Scott Pilgrim.
Reading that Michelle story got me thinking about my local food bank, so I called to see where they are and what they need. I'm heading to the grocery store to stock up my own pantry this weekend, and I noticed that Jewel has canned fruit and veggies, as well as cereal on sale, so I think I'll be buying some extra stuff for them.
A really cheerful and attractive woman in a short skirt and cool fishnets just came and talked to me.
That'll probably be my "event of the day," as I don't think I'm going to see
Watchmen
tonight.
If he doesn't break it first!
We had to make some modifications to Leif's crib to keep him from climbing out and generally damaging it. By the time he outgrew it, it had enough extra stuff put on it that it took on a Mad Max Road Warrior look.