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