We got good news and bad news.
Good news first.
It actually falls into two categories --
1. Good News and 2.
Really Good News.
1. Good News
Guess what?! I got fan mail! Serious as a heart attack. Please join me
in admiring the lovely collection of cards I've received from Blog
readers in recent weeks.
But wait, there's more...
PRESENTS!!! I got presents!!!!
From
Balakumar in
India I received a statue of Ganesan or Vinaayagar...
the God who gives peace, prosperity and happiness according to Indian
culture.
And wouldn't you know, I am in perpetual pursuit of all three of those
things!
In grateful appreciation, I would like to welcome
Balakumar into that
that most exclusive of communities -- the people to whom I point to on
my
blogroll. (For the record, this
outgoing link has a value of $1,712.93 USD
source: blogshares.com)
But wait, there's even
MORE.
A blog reader from whom I didn't ask/receive permission to name,
sent me pens that light up....
they change colors...
how neat is that?!
And also some very handy-dandy tote bags which come in a
handy-dandy-tote-bag-holder.
He works for
Symark, in case you want
to express some gratitude on my behalf and
purchase
some of the stuff they sell.
At to top off my hat-tricks of hat tricks, I received a signed copy of
Blueprints
for High Availability
co-authored by the one and only
Hal
Stern of
Morning Snowman
fame. This radiates wisdom. If you don't believe me, just
read
the reviews on Amazon.
I invite you to join me in
purchasing
a copy of this
must-have
page-turner. It will
make
you smarter.
(did I mention I'm trying to talk the ladies in my book club into
making this one the selection for March ;-)
OK.
Now we're on to....
2. Really Good News.
Awesome weekend on the family front... My first grader lost her first
tooth and the Tooth Fairy came to visit our house for the very first
time. It was a lot of fun for everybody.....You know why kids keep you
young, people?... It's because through them you get to re-live
your youth... I had long-ago forgotten the anticipation mixed with
dread associated with having a lose tooth and wondering whether you
should just pull it; and fretting about how much it will hurt... and
then the release associated with having it come out... and poking your
tongue through the gap it left... and the sheer delight of finding
something under your pillow the next morning... I had long-ago
forgotten that whole spectrum of emotion... and this weekend I got to
re-live it.
anyway...
Now, with all that fun and excitement to think about why even bother
with the bad news?
So let's not even get into it.
Let's just say that from this day forward I will never,
ever use the Reply All button on
email. Nope. Never again.
Feel free to apply this discipline to your own professional activities.
Kind regards,
mary