<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215</id><updated>2011-08-29T09:58:39.347-04:00</updated><category term='Q'/><category term='I di'/><category term='I'/><category term='Y'/><category term='T'/><category term='30'/><title type='text'>Simply Sandra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>429</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7025686717296985190</id><published>2009-01-15T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:49:17.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About that new blog site</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you how to access our blogs on our Web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You first have to sign-in. If you are not yet a member, at the top right of the page at www.ledger-enquirer.com, there is a a thingie that says "Become a member."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on that and it's very easy to create your username and password. Trust me. If I can do it, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember your username and password and you can read all of our blogs, not just mine. Or you can create your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if I can create a blog and write on it every day, anyone can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it. You might like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I'll be blogging on Ledger-Enquirer.com instead of this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though every now and then, I may post something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7025686717296985190?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7025686717296985190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7025686717296985190' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7025686717296985190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7025686717296985190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-that-new-blog-site.html' title='About that new blog site'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5798574021022120600</id><published>2009-01-14T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:53:19.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog site</title><content type='html'>If you checked this site last night, you probably noticed there was no new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because I'm on a new blog site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper decided to quit using blogger.com and use Pluck, which will be linked to our Web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, everything on this site will not be part of the new site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/simplysandra to keep up with my blog. And I hope you continue to read what I'm up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5798574021022120600?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5798574021022120600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5798574021022120600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5798574021022120600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5798574021022120600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-blog-site.html' title='My new blog site'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5882081592582998760</id><published>2009-01-12T23:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:05:06.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My globetrotting family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWwgRv7Si4I/AAAAAAAAAzY/SiKAQPIkCnU/s1600-h/100_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWwgRv7Si4I/AAAAAAAAAzY/SiKAQPIkCnU/s400/100_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290639151548500866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's Scott at Thanksgiving. We just found out he's Afghanistan bound. OK. This is not a very good picture, but I'm not a very good photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Scott is in the Air Force. Ever since he joined, I've been afraid he'll be deployed. So far, he's been lucky, having been stationed in Iceland, England and now down in Valdosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Feb. 1, he's going to Afghanistan. Being a helicopter mechanic, I knew that would happen one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy's travel saga continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was supposed to be in Djibouti Saturday, but she missed her flight. Even though she got to Heathrow two hours later, she was, of course, unfamiliar with the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy had left her huge piece of luggage in storage at the airport. She didn't realize that the terminal she was to leave from was way far away. It took her an hour to get her bag, get on a train and go to the correct terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she got there, she said signage was bad. Dorothy couldn't find Ethiopian Air and none of the airport employees could tell her where the departure gate was. So she missed her flight by five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy called it her doofus moment. Then yesterday's flight was canceled. She was supposed to leave tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from her, so we don't know if she's in Africa yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Okamoto family will be praying that Dorothy and Scott will be safe for the next year. And that neither will cause an international incident!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5882081592582998760?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5882081592582998760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5882081592582998760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5882081592582998760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5882081592582998760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-globetrotting-family.html' title='My globetrotting family'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWwgRv7Si4I/AAAAAAAAAzY/SiKAQPIkCnU/s72-c/100_0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4075577544563423815</id><published>2009-01-09T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:58:07.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorothy, Part 2</title><content type='html'>My youngest sister Patty was working in Atlanta all this week and was coming home last night. So she stopped at Hartsfield-Jackson International and managed to catch up with Dorothy before she got on her flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Patty this afternoon and she said Dorothy was a little freaked out about going to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing she was happy to see Patty, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got an e-mail from Dorothy. She has an overnight layover in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I made it to London all right -- just tired. Can you believe that a Thursday night flight was full? And I WAS in the middle seat. It was 2-3-2. I feel like I was beat up. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep. I did get fed twice and got plenty to drink, including a beer with dinner. I did manage to fall asleep a little bit during Wall-E.  By the time I got my bag (and stored it at the airport), waited on the shuttle (4 pounds) and got to the hotel, it was about 2:30 London time. I spoke to the desk clerk about maybe going into London tonight, but he said Friday afternoon and evening traffic was horrendous and he really didn't think it was a great idea. Besides as tired as I was and am, he was probably right. So I messed around and got my laptop working. I tried to send you an e-mail before I left for dinner, but it wouldn't go through. This network is slow and not very reliable. Hopefully you'll get it sometime. Even now I'm connecting and disconnecting to the network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the desk clerk and the doorman recommended a pub/restaurant down the street. It was very cold walking to it, but the food was good. I had a very good salad and the Pheasant (the name of the restaurant) Grill. This definitely was a Fred dish. It had steak, calf's liver, sausage, ham and lamb chop. The lamb chop and the liver were my favorites. I had to try an English dessert, so as I'm typing, I'm taking bites of treacle pudding (kind of a steamed sponge cake with caramel sauce) and dunking it into cream (to cut the sweet :-) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to try to go to the British Museum. The concierge suggested it and also said it's free. He said said that there's other things within walking distance of there to see also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to get ready to go to bed. I hope this goes through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems as if she's having a good time. Tomorrow, she'll board a flight to Rome. From Rome, she goes to Addis Abbaba, Ethiopia. From Ethiopia, she'll go to Djibouti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we learned she was going to Djibouti, we laughed that she wouldn't be able to get there from Charleston. We were right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4075577544563423815?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4075577544563423815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4075577544563423815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4075577544563423815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4075577544563423815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/dorothy-part-2.html' title='Dorothy, Part 2'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7588641521995692716</id><published>2009-01-08T22:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:19:39.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister Dorothy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWbOHOL-vwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/dE6QdZ3namw/s1600-h/Dorothy,Mommy,Chipper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWbOHOL-vwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/dE6QdZ3namw/s400/Dorothy,Mommy,Chipper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289141435855978242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorothy with our mother and Chipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWbNPRYfAUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MAmQz_oKkw0/s1600-h/Dorothy%26Piiko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWbNPRYfAUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MAmQz_oKkw0/s400/Dorothy%26Piiko.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289140474641056066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorothy with my pretty little Piiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWbMHIA83rI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XxDUQvJYlIY/s1600-h/Okamotokid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWbMHIA83rI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XxDUQvJYlIY/s400/Okamotokid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289139235175849650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Okamoto Kids: Nancy, Dorothy, Fred, me and Patty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Dorothy, who is eight years younger than I am, has been working as an environmental engineer for the U.S. Navy. She's in civil service. A couple of years ago, she was told that BRAC was closing the naval base in Charleston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's been interviewing for various jobs and she got one as a government contractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy left today for Djibouti, Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we're worried. Djibouti, though stable, is surrounded by Eritrea, Ethiopia and Somalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be back in April. Stay for a couple of weeks and then it's back to the Horn of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said once she proves that she can handle the work in such an isolated place, then she can maybe pick more attractive places like Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've all told her to be aware of her surroundings and not to do anything by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy's had temporary duty before, but she's gone to places like Scotland, San Diego, Pittsburgh, Jacksonville, Fla., and San Antonio. Not Africa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep in touch through e-mails and phone calls. And maybe my new favorite Web site, Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think her year in Africa will go more quickly than we think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7588641521995692716?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7588641521995692716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7588641521995692716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7588641521995692716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7588641521995692716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sister-dorothy.html' title='My sister Dorothy'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWbOHOL-vwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/dE6QdZ3namw/s72-c/Dorothy,Mommy,Chipper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-297719804563347637</id><published>2009-01-07T23:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:37:01.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jaws"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWWA3nUF2RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fCo1I5TLWco/s1600-h/jaws_robert_shaw_roy_scheider_richard_dreyfuss%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWWA3nUF2RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fCo1I5TLWco/s400/jaws_robert_shaw_roy_scheider_richard_dreyfuss%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288775030350928146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Shaw (from left), Roy Scheider and Richard Dreyfus in "Jaws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, I started feeling yucky and by this morning, I knew I'd caught that cold that my body had been fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to go to work, but it took me a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, HBO was showing "Jaws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten how good that movie was. I was also remembering the first time I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the old Plaza Theatre in Cross Country Plaza. I went my BFF Hernice. Even when the movie was beginning, she had her feet on the seat. Within the first few minutes, she was muttering to herself, "It's only a movie. We're nowhere near the ocean. It's only a movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the shark got its second victim, she leaned over and said she'll be in the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hernice never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was over, I found her in the lobby, smoking and talking to the kids running the concession stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that while she liked going to the beach, she never got in the water because she couldn't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that went through my head while watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought since Hollywood is remaking movies left and right, why not a new version of "Jaws"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who would get the roles of Chief of Police Brody (the late Roy Scheider), shark hunter Quint (the late Robert Shaw) and the marine biologist Hooper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see -- Russell Crowe as Quint. That's a no brainer. The police chief? Keifer Sutherland, maybe. And the young Hooper? Ashton Kutcher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I was just delirious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-297719804563347637?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/297719804563347637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=297719804563347637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/297719804563347637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/297719804563347637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaws.html' title='&quot;Jaws&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWWA3nUF2RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fCo1I5TLWco/s72-c/jaws_robert_shaw_roy_scheider_richard_dreyfuss%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4485279952172450348</id><published>2009-01-06T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:37:30.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWQUw8n0N6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Xww5iPJfpRk/s1600-h/Kubasaki"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWQUw8n0N6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Xww5iPJfpRk/s400/Kubasaki" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288374693579208610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The front of Kubasaki High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kubasaki High School on Okinawa. Unfortunately, my father got transferred to Fort Benning the summer between my junior and senior years. I ended up graduating from Columbus High School in 1971.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having always gone to Department of Defense schools, I never realized how far ahead I was educationally until we came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had to learn "Southern." The first week of school, one of my teachers told us that we had a test "Tuesday week." I had no idea what she meant. I looked around to see if anyone else knew what she was talking about. It looked like everyone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally raised my hand and asked when "Tuesday week" meant. She said, "You're new?" Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it means next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't she just say next Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing was the apparent ignorance of my fellow students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English class, we were discussing Shakespeare. A guy in the back of the class asked, "Hey, does Shakespeare have a first name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I turned around to see if this guy was serious. He was dead serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and told Daddy I was surrounded by ignorant doofuses. He said get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, for the past few years, I've been on an e-mail list from Kubasaki alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I left "The Rock" in 1970, I've met, face-to-face, only two Kubasaki alumni. I really didn't know Hirome Fujio at all. Nor his wife, Cindy. But I knew Hirome's sister, Takako. Hirome was stationed at Fort Benning (it was in the early 1980s) when I saw his picture in the Bayonet. After several phone calls, I tracked him down. He and Cindy had two small daughters then. We had dinner several times and then he got transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirome retired and ended up in Huntsville. His daughters went to Auburn, and one of them got married last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got on one of the chat lines last night and I got a call from a '71 Kubasaki grad. David Turgeon now works for the CDC in Atlanta! He said he travels a lot because he tracks epidemic diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's the first to contact me. I hope I hear from some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4485279952172450348?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4485279952172450348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4485279952172450348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4485279952172450348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4485279952172450348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-classmates.html' title='Old classmates'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWQUw8n0N6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Xww5iPJfpRk/s72-c/Kubasaki' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8872746610401696514</id><published>2009-01-05T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:50:29.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, those crazy Japanese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWLFGQEmZuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6VDwMbrm4z4/s1600-h/New+burger"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWLFGQEmZuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6VDwMbrm4z4/s400/New+burger" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005623670531810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More than 15,000 people lined up on Christmas day at an Osaka McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's restaurants in Japan just unveiled the Quarter Pounder with cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when we were talking to my cousin Hiromi via Skype on Dec. 27, I noticed Yuichi eating something. I asked what he was eating and Hiromi said he had just gone out to buy the quarter pounder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine lining up with more than 15,000 people to buy anything at McDonald's! Can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8872746610401696514?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8872746610401696514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8872746610401696514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8872746610401696514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8872746610401696514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-those-crazy-japanese.html' title='Ah, those crazy Japanese!'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWLFGQEmZuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6VDwMbrm4z4/s72-c/New+burger' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3229427821264955404</id><published>2009-01-05T13:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:49:05.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a boo-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJVjMLnS8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/kmPVGbyl6e4/s1600-h/0104_COFE_Shark.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJVjMLnS8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/kmPVGbyl6e4/s400/0104_COFE_Shark.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287882975540104130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donald Tipton's favorite sea creature? The shark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJVLiWQveI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tj5I9rxHJoY/s1600-h/0104_COFE_Seaturtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJVLiWQveI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tj5I9rxHJoY/s400/0104_COFE_Seaturtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287882569173482978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sea turtles, made famous in the animated hit, "Finding Nemo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJUqq5sANI/AAAAAAAAAyA/FEF5cyQwIJQ/s1600-h/0104_COFE_Dolphins.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJUqq5sANI/AAAAAAAAAyA/FEF5cyQwIJQ/s400/0104_COFE_Dolphins.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287882004533870802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's Donald getting footage of dolphins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sunday Living yesterday, I wrote a story about Donald Tipton. He is releasing a DVD called "Dreaming Into Blue." It's a retrospective of his underwater photography. Actually, it's a collection of his favorite underwater footage, set to original music that he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I had everything right, except the date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD will be shown at 8 p.m. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; (not Thursday) at the Loft, 1032 Broadway, with a concert by the Amadeus Quintet at 9 p.m. Donald is the leader of the quintet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will cost $3; $15 if you want to buy the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, Donald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 706-596-8141.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3229427821264955404?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3229427821264955404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3229427821264955404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3229427821264955404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3229427821264955404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-made-boo-boo.html' title='I made a boo-boo'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJVjMLnS8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/kmPVGbyl6e4/s72-c/0104_COFE_Shark.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4759723424050839861</id><published>2009-01-05T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:18:26.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting fit</title><content type='html'>Last year, Columbus State University's Continuing Education Division, started the Fitness Blitz. It's a neat program. It allows you to sample a different fitness class each weeknight evening beginning Tuesday and running through Jan. 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hoping that the community will get serious about shaping and sculpting a "NEW Improved You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perfect if you tend to get bored with the same exercise routine. So during this two-week period, you can choose from Pilates, Yoga, Body Sculpting, Turbo Kick, Sculpt &amp;amp; Tone, Swing dance, Salsa dance and Snorkeling. Participants can choose select classes to participate in, sign-up for one entire week, or sign-up for both weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Students will receive individual attention and an opportunity to find out what type of exercise program best suits their lifestyle. The 2009 Fitness Blitz will end on Jan. 17 with free dance lessons from 7-8 pm and an optional $20 dance social from 8-10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All classes are $10, except for the Snorkeling and Skin Diving class which is $49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, go to www.conted.colstate.edu or call 706-507-8070.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4759723424050839861?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4759723424050839861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4759723424050839861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4759723424050839861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4759723424050839861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-fit.html' title='Getting fit'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3128641559925102976</id><published>2009-01-05T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:03:33.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My goofy friends at the Springer Opera House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJLACiWkfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cDbrYWNjQ4E/s1600-h/Smee+%26+Hook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJLACiWkfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cDbrYWNjQ4E/s400/Smee+%26+Hook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287871376539423218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Springer Opera House producing artistic director sent me this photo, saying it was an added new scene in "Peter Pan," which was the wildly popular holiday musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actors Adam Clough as Capt. Hook and Jens Rasmussen as Smee on a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3128641559925102976?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3128641559925102976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3128641559925102976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3128641559925102976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3128641559925102976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-goofy-friends-at-springer-opera.html' title='My goofy friends at the Springer Opera House'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWJLACiWkfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cDbrYWNjQ4E/s72-c/Smee+%26+Hook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5295959837659292966</id><published>2009-01-04T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:16:30.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More crowds in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWFrtyDxdfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/3h61O5MN84Q/s1600-h/oshogatsu2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWFrtyDxdfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/3h61O5MN84Q/s400/oshogatsu2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287625871785555442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin, Miho, e-mailed me this photo. She said it was at a temple, Taki-Fudou near her house. They went there on New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke is from incense, which is in a huge cauldron. You can buy a huge bunch of incense, light it and put it in the cauldron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand by the cauldron and waft the smoke, using your hands, on the part of your body that ails you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the weather was much like it was here. No one is really bundled up. When my mother and I were in Tokyo for New Year's in 1997, it was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Skype, we spoke to a bunch of our relatives. They will be visiting us next year. And I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5295959837659292966?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5295959837659292966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5295959837659292966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5295959837659292966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5295959837659292966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-crowds-in-japan.html' title='More crowds in Japan'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWFrtyDxdfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/3h61O5MN84Q/s72-c/oshogatsu2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-2107915494276004274</id><published>2009-01-04T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:02:22.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maks and Karina engaged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWFp0DssTfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/zVP0kGEVa7Q/s1600-h/090104maksim-karina1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWFp0DssTfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/zVP0kGEVa7Q/s400/090104maksim-karina1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287623780576546290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just surfing the 'net and found out that Karina Smirnoff and Maksim Chmerkovskiy got engaged on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are two of the professional dancers on "Dancing with the Stars." She dated her "DWTS" partner, Mario Lopez for a couple of years, and he used to date fellow pro Cheryl Burke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ever be on that show, he's the one I'd like to dance with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-2107915494276004274?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2107915494276004274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=2107915494276004274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2107915494276004274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2107915494276004274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/maks-and-karina-engaged.html' title='Maks and Karina engaged'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SWFp0DssTfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/zVP0kGEVa7Q/s72-c/090104maksim-karina1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4346230724305841212</id><published>2009-01-02T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:15:05.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday crowds in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SV6DXKup_-I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EwJh6x1_7jE/s1600-h/Ame-yoko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SV6DXKup_-I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EwJh6x1_7jE/s400/Ame-yoko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286807446619815906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You complain about the holiday crowds at Peachtree Mall, Columbus Park Crossing and the Bradley Park area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly have nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, Christmas, of course, is not a big deal. After all, it is a Buddhist country. But New Year's Eve is huge. And New Year's Eve is celebrated on Dec. 31, unlike China, which has its own New Year's celebration that varies from year to year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest shopping districts in Tokyo is Ame-yoko, which is short for Ameya Yokocho, which has its beginnings in the post-World War II black market. Shops sell fresh food, groceries, clothes, jewelry -- all at very low prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Dec. 27-30, there were 1.41 million people. According to the Mainichi Shimbun (the Japanese national newspaper), that's 200,000 more than last year. And on Dec. 31, they were expecting an additional 400,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese believe that Ame-yoko is more crowded in recession years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Ame-Yoko in December, 1997, and it was truly crowded, but it was nothing like this year. We could actually walk without being pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I'm too old and weak to push and shove in a crowd like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4346230724305841212?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4346230724305841212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4346230724305841212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4346230724305841212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4346230724305841212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-crowds-in-japan.html' title='Holiday crowds in Japan'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SV6DXKup_-I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EwJh6x1_7jE/s72-c/Ame-yoko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3621347995916020662</id><published>2009-01-02T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:57:48.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's resolutions</title><content type='html'>I know it's too early to see if my New Year's Resolutions stick, but I've already failed miserably at one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I vowed to be at work earlier. So I can leave earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my first day at work in 2009 didn't start earlier for me today than I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so in a month or so, we'll see if I've dropped any pounds. Eating chocolate for breakfast won't help me any. But it was dark chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3621347995916020662?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3621347995916020662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3621347995916020662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3621347995916020662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3621347995916020662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-398754216073573812</id><published>2009-01-02T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:55:20.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Barkley</title><content type='html'>Now, I love Charles Barkley. He says outrageous things that make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting arrested for DUI is no laughing matter. And either is the reason he reportedly gave to police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he was going around the corner to find the woman who gave him the best blow job he ever had in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he have a wife and children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he say something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just may be the most outrageous thing he has ever said. And really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-398754216073573812?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/398754216073573812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=398754216073573812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/398754216073573812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/398754216073573812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/charles-barkley.html' title='Charles Barkley'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-718724786963707773</id><published>2009-01-01T01:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:24:58.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Here's my wish for you: A very successful 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I spent New Year's Eve with my family. A traditional Japanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soba&lt;/span&gt; noodle meal at midnight for good luck and long life with sake was about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a better time spending it with people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a great New Year's Eve, and now that it's Jan. 1, 2009, a wonderful new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-718724786963707773?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/718724786963707773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=718724786963707773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/718724786963707773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/718724786963707773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7632568311016924962</id><published>2008-12-31T13:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:07:28.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meryl, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SVu_ttfHulI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/frG7zfSxqk4/s1600-h/Aaronwithbox.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SVu_ttfHulI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/frG7zfSxqk4/s400/Aaronwithbox.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286029379674552914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Remember yesterday when I said that Meryl Rifkin moved to Los Angeles so her son, Aaron, can continue to study and audition for acting roles? And that she's the one who has been getting the acting jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she sent me some photos to show me that Aaron has been going out to do some look-sees that have paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Aaron's face  is on the box of a video sound rocker, being sold at Toys R Us and Costco and  online," she wrote. "I walked by a stack of the boxes in Costco last week and was shocked  when I happened by it. I stopped strangers to tell them -- crazy mom that I am.  I took Aaron and Andy by there later without telling them anything and they were  obviously pleasantly surprised. And then I stopped strangers again to show them  Aaron and the boxes right next to each other. Here are two photos for you to  see. Yes, I bought one -- $100 for a box -- he he he he he! -- but I do have to say the  video rocker is an awesome product. It has built-in speakers and bass and  sounds fabulous. The chair is comfy too and it made a great extra Hanukkah gift  for Aaron. The website is &lt;a title="http://www.pyramat.com" href="http://www.pyramat.com/"&gt;www.pyramat.com&lt;/a&gt; that he is on. Click on sound  rocker and he should come up. If you see a blond-headed kid, keep clicking  around -- he is there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She said that while she misses Columbus, Los Angeles is "incredible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news right now is her daughter, Randi, is going to have a baby in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so psyched to be a grandma," Meryl writes. "Nothing like loving  and spoiling a baby and being able to give it back.  She and Jordon are ecstatic  as you can imagine.  I can't believe I am old enough to be a grandma. But, I  cannot wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also been cast in a pilot that will air on HBO in May or June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are supposed to start filming Feb. 16. Girl,  it is one of those Hollywood stories where one is at the right place at the  right time and being just right. The show will be titled, 'The Don Juan Club,'  and will involve a lot of drama concerning the high fashion modeling industry;  gambling, loan sharks, mafia; also a situation with an injured Army veteran who  served in Iraq, etc. It will have a lot of appeal to both men and women. I am  playing the ex-wife of a mafia boss. If it is picked up as a series and chances  are really good it will be, my character will become a major role in the story.   There is more I could tell you too, but I am so afraid of saying too much as of  yet. I will keep you informed. Right now, I am in a position where my  childhood dreams could very well come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how happy this news makes me. Meryl went through a lot when her husband died in a car accident. I think it was her children that kept her sane through those dark days. And then when Andy became more than a friend, she began laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for you, Meryl. It's looking like 2009 may be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; year for you and your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7632568311016924962?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7632568311016924962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7632568311016924962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7632568311016924962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7632568311016924962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/meryl-again.html' title='Meryl, again'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SVu_ttfHulI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/frG7zfSxqk4/s72-c/Aaronwithbox.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6367785072449127265</id><published>2008-12-30T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:48:25.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Meryl Rifkin's been doing</title><content type='html'>I just got an e-mail for Meryl Rifkin, who moved out to Hollywood at the request of her teen-aged son, Aaron. Aaron wants to be an actor, and Meryl thought it would be the best thing for both of them to move. They've been out there about a year-and-a-half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her companion, Andy Smith, moved out there this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. She moved out there for Aaron, but she's the one who has been working! She and Andy did an episode for "The Doctors," the syndicated show that features real doctors talking about specific ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is a list of times of something I did a couple of months ago. I played a hermit mom in bed who gets attacked by her drunk hermit son. It was stupid, but, hey I got paid and I will be on TV. No lines, just action. The production company just alerted me to its airing starting Wednesday night. It will be on the History Channel.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"'Seven Deadly Sins - Gluttony Seven Deadly Sins Episode: Gluttony,' Wednesday at 9 p.m.; 1 a.m. Thursday and 8 p.m. and midnight Friday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Also, watch for the Discovery Channel, "Bitten" at the end of January and beginning of February (episodes 5 &amp; 6) -- I was involved in re-enactments of two different people getting bit by tigers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so she's not making any big movies with big stars, but it's a start, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up, Meryl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6367785072449127265?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6367785072449127265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6367785072449127265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6367785072449127265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6367785072449127265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-meryl-rifkins-been-doing.html' title='What Meryl Rifkin&apos;s been doing'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-9170031859076618634</id><published>2008-12-29T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:22:03.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've joined the digital television age</title><content type='html'>As an early 80th birthday present to my mother, my brother Fred bought her a 42-inch high def television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Patty and her husband, John, delivered it and set it up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Fred needs to come over to adjust a few things. The color is a little too intense. And we need to hook up the old VCR and DVD machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have cable, we didn't have to worry about not having a picture when the whole United States switch over to digital television. But the current TV is 10 years old now, and probably won't last much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred's taking it home to put in his barn so he can watch TV while he's working out there in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, he's a great brother. I'm so glad he and Cheryl decided to come home when he retired. Though right now, my friend Bill Rich has put him to work. He's been working 10 hours a day, six days a week. He has to be at work at 7 a.m.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-9170031859076618634?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/9170031859076618634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=9170031859076618634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/9170031859076618634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/9170031859076618634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/weve-joined-digital-television-age.html' title='We&apos;ve joined the digital television age'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8775697770741501630</id><published>2008-12-26T00:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:24:19.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>You know, every year, I swear I will not be out running around on Christmas Eve, buying last minute gifts. But, as usual, I was out Wednesday afternoon, running around like a crazed woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my sister Dorothy was cooking all day. She had a prime rib roast and a bar cookie in the oven (not at the same time), cooking two kinds of greens (one with meat and one without for Scott, the vegetarian and Jessica, the vegan in the family) and gravy to go with the beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl was heating up the Honey-Baked Ham that I bought along with green beans and mashed potatoes. My sister Nancy made her famous deviled eggs. My youngest sister Patty made tiramisu and her husband, John, made roast turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we had more than enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Thanksgiving, when we had about 40 people over for dinner, it was just our family and Cheryl's youngest brother, Burt and his family. It was a very nice evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of buying gifts for everyone, last year we started a new thing. We each buy two $25 gift certificates. We throw them in a basket. And then we draw two. And if we get one we don't like or won't use, we trade them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mother got a gift card for Amazon.com She didn't want to mess with that, so she swapped with Scott. So he got a gift certificate for Amazon.com and she got a gift card to Wal-mart. Fred got one for Publix and Jess got one for Home Depot. Being a vegan, of course, Jessica was anxious to trade with her father! I don't think anyone else swapped. Everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can get a photo from this evening, I'll post it. The batteries in my camera ran down, so I didn't get a picture. I'll have one of my sisters send me one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful to be surrounded by people I love and all that we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8775697770741501630?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8775697770741501630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8775697770741501630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8775697770741501630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8775697770741501630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6619311888508943781</id><published>2008-12-24T00:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:01:38.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A death in the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SVHPIc8tcmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/M9d7-HOI4K0/s1600-h/Mommy,Auntie,Uncle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SVHPIc8tcmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/M9d7-HOI4K0/s400/Mommy,Auntie,Uncle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283231581999034978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunt Keiko, my mother and Uncle Hide, the surviving Araya siblings. I don't have a recent photo of my uncle who died Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, actually, it was early Tuesday morning, the phone rang. We have caller ID and it was an unknown number, so we let it ring. My mother checked the answering machine and it turned out that it was my Aunt Keiko, my mother's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dialed the number and handed the phone to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was calling to let us know that our uncle, my mother's oldest brother, had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Japan, we didn't visit him in the Araya family home in Odate because he was sick and in the hospital. We learned later that he was pissed because we did not visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. But really, he was in the hospital and my mother didn't feel that we should all troop in and visit. In hindsight, perhaps we should have visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Keiko said she wasn't up for the trip to Akita, the prefecture (or state) where he lived. So her son, Kenichi is going. My Aunt Mizue is hampered by a bad back and she can't really take a long train trip up north. So her daughter, Hiromi, is going. And my Aunt Teruko, who lives in Kobe, is frail. Her son, Hiroki, is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my mother can't go, and neither can any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be there in spirit. The funeral is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him, of course, but I saw him when I was very young. I saw him again in 1992, which was my first visit to Japan in 22 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in his living room with his wife and daughter, my mother, Aunt Keiko, my mother's friend from Los Angeles, Mrs. Okada and my cousin, Kotoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was showing him pictures of us in America, including photos of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that he had never approved of my mother marrying my father. And that my father took her away to America. He also never forgot that he was asked for his blessing. He was the oldest male and the head of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we passed pictures around, he turned to me and said, "I'm sorry I never met your father. He seemed like he was a good man." Of course, he said that in Japanese, and he meant to say it to my mother, but he told me. I glanced at my mother and she was tearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That broke the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, he came to Columbus to visit us. I think he really had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't get to see him one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is take every opportunity to see the people you love because you never know when that person will no longer be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6619311888508943781?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6619311888508943781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6619311888508943781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6619311888508943781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6619311888508943781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-in-family.html' title='A death in the family'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SVHPIc8tcmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/M9d7-HOI4K0/s72-c/Mommy,Auntie,Uncle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6760636318816497782</id><published>2008-12-22T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:05:33.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The arts year in review</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I've been working on the arts year-in-review story that will run on Dec. 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the biggest story was the arrival of 67 Steinway pianos to the Columbus State University Schwob School of Music. A gift of Maxine Schiffman, it was truly an astounding sight to see all those pianos on the Bill Heard Theatre stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another significant event was the transfer of the Singer-Moye Indian Mounds from the Columbus Museum, who has been caring for the sight for more than 40 years, to the University of Georgia, who will use it as a working lab for archaeology students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another was Jaston Williams, Joe Sears and Ed Howard, who created the "Tuna" series, allowing the Springer Opera House to be the only theater to tour "Greater Tuna" and "A Tuna Christmas." In the past, only Williams and Sears toured the shows. And the Springer will be the first theater to present the third "Tuna" show, "Red, White and Tuna," in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, one of the biggest concerns for all the arts organizations in town is the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, the Springer's Paul Pierce said many of the donors are cutting back the amount they're giving this year. Fortunately, attendance is up, but ticket proceeds do not begin to pay for the upkeep of the 137-year-old building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story for all the other arts organizations as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Liberty Theatre is trying its best to keep the theater open. Managing director Gayle Daniels said while attendance is up, it could be better. So she's collaborating with the Columbus Jazz Society and the Chattahoochee Shakespeare Co. to do more shows there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time the arts organizations work together and do more collaborating like Gayle's doing. After all, they are all going for the same donors and patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you thought the most significant arts event was this year. It'll be interesting to see what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6760636318816497782?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6760636318816497782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6760636318816497782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6760636318816497782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6760636318816497782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/arts-year-in-review.html' title='The arts year in review'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3769371733557931904</id><published>2008-12-21T20:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:01:40.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsroom Christmas party</title><content type='html'>Our newsroom Christmas party was last night and a good time was had by all. Two of our editors, Dimon Kendrick-Holmes and Mike Owen, cooked all the meat and it was very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hostest with the mostest, Dawn Minty, and her husband, Jeff Hendrickson, did everything else. I'm sure other people helped, but I can't tell you who they were. Jerry Morehouse and his wife, made wonderful cookies. I call her Dee, but I know that's not her name. I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my newsroom colleagues. OK, so the first two pictures are not my colleagues. They are Dawn and Jeff's babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7y1xAQCaI/AAAAAAAAAww/3MG_YcBcCos/s1600-h/Alley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7y1xAQCaI/AAAAAAAAAww/3MG_YcBcCos/s400/Alley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282426418453547426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alley looked so cute in her Christmas faux fur cape. But she was very unhappy. After a little while, I took pity on her and took it off. She was very happy. I think I have a friend for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7yZp6nQpI/AAAAAAAAAwo/QtCTKVdzeDg/s1600-h/Sassy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7yZp6nQpI/AAAAAAAAAwo/QtCTKVdzeDg/s400/Sassy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282425935514518162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sassy getting dressed in her holiday finery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7xFeELh0I/AAAAAAAAAwg/HRQBNGDz6mg/s1600-h/Dawn%26Allison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7xFeELh0I/AAAAAAAAAwg/HRQBNGDz6mg/s400/Dawn%26Allison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282424489224406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bess Kendrick-Holmes (in the red sweater), was talking to Allison (in white), Allison's mother, Charlotte, and Dawn (in the awesome dress).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7wBF-6O7I/AAAAAAAAAwY/-qurTFlOkNo/s1600-h/Andrea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7wBF-6O7I/AAAAAAAAAwY/-qurTFlOkNo/s400/Andrea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282423314528746418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrea (from left), Sara, Stephanie, Lily and Sonya. Stephanie is a WLTZ-TV 38 reporter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3769371733557931904?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3769371733557931904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3769371733557931904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3769371733557931904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3769371733557931904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/newsroom-christmas-party.html' title='Newsroom Christmas party'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SU7y1xAQCaI/AAAAAAAAAww/3MG_YcBcCos/s72-c/Alley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8480048524588646085</id><published>2008-12-19T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:33:40.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really nice ticket packages for the King Tut exhibit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUwg_CBAtvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8V0aMhjuR70/s1600-h/tut_coffinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUwg_CBAtvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8V0aMhjuR70/s400/tut_coffinette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281632730243708658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of four bejeweled coffinettes that held mummified organs of King Tut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, you're watching every penny you spend these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to see the King Tut exhibit in Atlanta, but when you add up the gas to drive to Atlanta and the ticket price, it's probably a little expensive, especially if you've some kids who really want to see the exhibit, too. You'll also have to add the price of a meal while you're up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a way to save some money, there are three ticket packages that are now available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last-Minute Holiday Gift Package is $50 and includes two VIP tickets, which are good for any day and any time during regular hours, two audio tours, narrated by Harrison Ford and a National Geographic DVD of your choice from the gift shop. The package is available through Dec. 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Discounted Family Days is $46 for a family of four for any day of the week through mid-January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-for-One Adult Tickets are available through the holidays until Jan. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours of the exhibit, at the Atlanta Civic Center, 395 Piedmont Ave. N.E., are 9 a.m.-7 p.m. daily, with the last ticket sold at 5 p.m. (except 9 a.m.-5 p.m. Christmas Eve, with the last ticket sold at 2:30 p.m.). It's closed Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular tickets are $16.50-$32.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For information, call 404-727-4282 or go to www.kingtut.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are available through Ticketmaster at area Publix grocery stores or the Columbus Civic Center. If you buy tickets in person at a Ticketmaster location, it's cash only. To charge tickets, call 706-494-8330 or go to www.ticketmaster.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8480048524588646085?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8480048524588646085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8480048524588646085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8480048524588646085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8480048524588646085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-nice-ticket-packages-for-king.html' title='Really nice ticket packages for the King Tut exhibit'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUwg_CBAtvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8V0aMhjuR70/s72-c/tut_coffinette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-889531427508230401</id><published>2008-12-18T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:22:43.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>I had to laugh when I got a e-mail from Pat Bonaker. Pat is in Cantus Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I very much enjoyed reading your article about Cantus Columbus just a few minutes ago.  However - I wonder what my son David will think about being my brother, instead of my son!  Perhaps you may be thinking of Paula, his sister!  I am the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt; of the Bonaker Bunch - Mike, Paula, David and Matt.  I am a retired choral director in MCSD, having taught at Shaw for 18 years before retiring in 1999.  Just wanted to tell you I had a little laugh this morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! I truly was thinking about Paula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm very, very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make that mistake again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Pat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-889531427508230401?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/889531427508230401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=889531427508230401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/889531427508230401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/889531427508230401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6883675774595320463</id><published>2008-12-17T18:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:26:22.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque Dreams</title><content type='html'>The first six seasons that the RiverCenter for the Performing Arts was open, the man in charge of booking the Broadway in Columbus series was Adam Epstein, the president of the Theater Council of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Adam early on and he's a charming man who knows a lot about booking shows. He also knows a lot about shows, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, he added producer to his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a producer of "Cirque Dreams Jungle Fantasy," which played on Broadway for 10 weeks in the theater after "The Color Purple" closed. It was a wildly popular show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's on tour and instead of booking into the RiverCenter's Bill Heard Theatre, he's got it in the Columbus Civic Center. It can be seen at 7 p.m. April 19. Tickets are $35-$60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Civic Center box office is open 10 a.m.-6 p.m. Monday through Friday. You can buy tickets at area Publix grocery stores. Call Ticketmaster to charge your tickets at 706-494-8330 or go to www.ticketmaster.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Goldberg created the show and he brought an abbreviated show to celebrate the Columbus Museum's 50th anniversary. But that was a private party. I was there and the show was great in 2003. I'm sure it's fantastic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has already said she wants to go, so I'm sure I'll be going to see it in April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6883675774595320463?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6883675774595320463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6883675774595320463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6883675774595320463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6883675774595320463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/cirque-dreams.html' title='Cirque Dreams'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4017287455222472502</id><published>2008-12-16T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:21:15.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteers</title><content type='html'>I was invited to the annual Christmas dinner for the volunteers at the RiverCenter for the Performing Arts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are a lot of volunteers because at every event I've been to, they are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that there are almost 300 volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little late getting there and I saw Darlene Kittrell, who is the marketing director. We talked for a bit and then we walked to the Bill Heard Theatre stage where the tables were set up. I walked around the corner and said, "Holy crap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe the number of people sitting on that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with some very nice people. I only remember Alice Spengler. But there was another nice couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was very nice, catered by the Rankin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door prizes were given out, and some people were honored for their service, including two women who have worked more than 1,000 hours. Jeanne Fessenden (new DA Julia Slater's mother) and Nancy Skaife. If you saw either of these women, you'll recognize them. Especially Nancy, who always wears her signature over-sized glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette Cauthen, Chuck Fessenden (Jeanne's husband and Julia's father), Doug McLeod and Mary Noles have served more than 750 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I retire, I'm going to become a RiverCenter volunteer and a docent at the Columbus Museum and Springer Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I'll get a pin for serving 1,000 hours somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I bet I've served at least 100 hours giving tours at the Springer already. And I'm not even a docent. I wonder if those hours will count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4017287455222472502?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4017287455222472502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4017287455222472502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4017287455222472502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4017287455222472502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/volunteers.html' title='Volunteers'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6075696070234394152</id><published>2008-12-16T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:03:16.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Create a video for Usher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUgXez7xGLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AcMIn02NvU8/s1600-h/usher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUgXez7xGLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AcMIn02NvU8/s400/usher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280496381196310706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teenagers who are aged 13-18 have a chance to make a video for Usher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're an aspiring filmmaker or know one, then go to Got-Noise.com and fill out an application before Jan. 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens is 20 teenagers will go to Los Angeles and be split into two teams. Each team will work with Usher to conceptualize and figure out the direction for the music video for a song on his new CD, which will be released early next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both videos will be shown in April and fans will vote for their favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest is sponsored by Body by Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, go to Got-Noise.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6075696070234394152?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6075696070234394152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6075696070234394152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6075696070234394152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6075696070234394152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/create-video-for-usher.html' title='Create a video for Usher'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUgXez7xGLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AcMIn02NvU8/s72-c/usher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-1054235410810546127</id><published>2008-12-15T16:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:26:05.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be an actor? Ask Chris Elwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUbS7hXXcxI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3R49E4Tv5DY/s1600-h/ChrisElwood05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUbS7hXXcxI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3R49E4Tv5DY/s400/ChrisElwood05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280139533148975890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in 1990, I made my debut on the Springer Opera House stage and one of the young cowboys was Chris Elwood. He was 15 and making his debut as well. I got to know his family well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an e-mail from Chris, who said he was coming home to visit family and will conduct a "How-to-Hollywood" seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, who was born and reared in Columbus, graduated from Pacelli High School, in 1993. I think. Somewhere around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved out to Hollywood a little after that, and got a few roles on TV like "Sliders" and more recently in MTV's "Punk'd" and Bravo's "Flipping Out." Chris was also in a teen comedy called "How High," which featured a couple of rappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, on "Flipping Out," his personal life was revealed to everyone. He was married to Jenni Pulos, the No. 1 assistant to Realtor Jeff Lewis. He flips houses in Los Angeles. Not any house, but the million-dollar homes. Chris went to work for Lewis, too. He started out as the guy who took out the trash when the houses were being renovated. Then he was promoted to a position that was kind of like house boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he was caught using Lewis' computer via a "nanny-cam," and when confronted about it, he lied. So Lewis, who is a self-professed member of the OCD club, fired him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Jenni must have been having problems before all this happened because for her, it sounded like the final straw. It didn't seem worth arguing over, much less divorcing. But then again, I've never been married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He e-mailed me after the show and asked if I wanted to do a story about his side of the story. Because to be fair, everyone was against him. I left a message on his cell phone, but we never connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's going to be in town and the seminar is going to be at 1 p.m. and 7 p.m. Tuesday at My Gym, 2501 Old Whittlesey Road. His younger sister, Heather, owns My Gym, and is opening up one of the rooms for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar is just $25, and he'll tell those of you who plan to leave Columbus for the bright lights of Hollywood the pitfalls you'll face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says it will be good for aspiring actors, writers, directors and anyone who wants a career in the movie business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris will also conduct personal interviews with anyone who wants to speak one-on-one with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to register, e-mail Chris at howtohollywood@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be very informative and it lasts an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-1054235410810546127?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1054235410810546127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=1054235410810546127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1054235410810546127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1054235410810546127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/chris-elwood.html' title='Wanna be an actor? Ask Chris Elwood'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUbS7hXXcxI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3R49E4Tv5DY/s72-c/ChrisElwood05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-986584525865518337</id><published>2008-12-15T12:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:27:56.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne and sparkling wine tasting</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a drinker, but a few years ago, I discovered Moscato di Asti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother watches this Japanese cooking show that either my aunt or one of my cousins sends to us on videotape. Over and over again, the cooks talk about dessert wines.And she would repeatedly ask me about dessert wines. Like I know wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in Whole Foods in Atlanta and I asked the guy in the wine department where the dessert wines were. He pointed me to a huge section. I must have looked bewildered because he started asking questions and then he came up with a bottle and told me to try it. It was a Moscato di Asti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home one evening and my mother and her friend had opened the bottle and they were drinking. Both of them told me how much they liked it. Two little old Japanese women sitting around drinking a sweet, sparkling wine. How cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've bought several other bottles, but my mother said none were as good as the one I bought at Whole Foods. Of course, neither one of us wrote down the name of the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meritage Cafe, 1350 13th St., will hold a champagne and sparkling wine tasting at 7 p.m. Tuesday. Reservations are required because there will be seating for 36 people only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that wine will be one of the ones served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tasting menu may include "small plates" or appetizers of truffled popcorn, Parmesan chips with goat cheese mousse, salmon and tuna tartare on cucumber with wasabi tobiko, braised fennel with fresh figs, proscuitto-wrapped pear, deviled quail eggs topped with caviar on toast and mushroom pate. Each wine will be offered with a paired small plate or appetizer. Sound yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tasting costs $49, plus tax and gratuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 706-327-0707.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-986584525865518337?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/986584525865518337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=986584525865518337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/986584525865518337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/986584525865518337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/champagne-and-sparkling-wine-tasting.html' title='Champagne and sparkling wine tasting'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5680713603898046231</id><published>2008-12-13T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:29:15.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty</title><content type='html'>I spent two hours as Hello Kitty this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were July, I would have refused. But since it was a chilly December day, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years and years ago, I dressed up as a character at Six Flags Over Georgia. I thought it would be a good story. It was, of course, in the summer because Six Flags is open in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when the Weebles were popular. I was the rabbit Weeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costume was excruciatingly hot. The headpiece was huge. The feet were even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Six Flags employee led me around because you really can't see with that headpiece on. It didn't matter that I had an escort. Kids, teenagers mostly, would pull my tail and knock on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it was hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished my 20-minute stint, I had sweated at least 10 pounds away and had a horrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was different. But the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costume was not very hot. The headpiece was huge. And it was hot. I was not hot. Just my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours, I had a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a fabulous time. Kids and adults both love Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the mothers said their girls loved meeting Hello Kitty more than meeting Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little kept hugging me around my waist. She said she just turned six and she had a Hello Kitty birthday party. She kept saying she loved Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two little children were scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a group of older teenagers who took pictures of each other on their cell phones. In fact, more than half of the parents took pictures with their cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was on woman who stopped her car in the middle of the street, hopped out and had her picture taken with Hello Kitty. A police officer told her to move her car. She didn't have a camera, but the woman who was taking pictures of her daughters, took it. She said she'd e-mail it. The woman who was getting back in her car, yelled out her e-mail address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even walked over to where Santa Claus was and had my picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Gladys Griffin, who owns the Main Street Toy Shoppe scans it and e-mails it to me, I'll post the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys said she'll have Hello Kitty back next year. She's a smart woman. She said she'll have Hello Kitty back around this time. She knows she'll never get anyone in a costume in the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5680713603898046231?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5680713603898046231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5680713603898046231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5680713603898046231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5680713603898046231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-kitty.html' title='Hello Kitty'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8410506536567585582</id><published>2008-12-12T22:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:44:58.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUMujcCGEjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/l6wWdd09G6g/s1600-h/HarueFamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUMujcCGEjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/l6wWdd09G6g/s400/HarueFamily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279114374563631666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight, we spoke to my cousins, Kotoe (sitting, left) and Hiromi (sitting, second from left), who are sisters, and their mother, sitting (far right), along with Miho (standing, left). Hiromi is Miho's mother. Yuichi was at home with a cold. Yoko (in glasses), lives in another part of Tokyo and wasn't at Aunt Mizue's house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I took this picture on the last night we were in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, when I was buying my cell phone, Brian, who sold me the phone, was telling me about Skype.com, where I could set up an account and then talk to anyone in the world who was also had an account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from Japan, my cousin, Yuichi, talked me through it and all of sudden, we could all see each other and talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing. One of my colleague's husband is deployed in Afghanistan, and they talk to each other regularly via Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tried calling two of my cousins and every time, they've been off-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I called my cousin Kotoe, and I got the message that she was off-line. A few minutes later, the "phone" rang and it was Kotoe and her mother. I got my mother and we had a nice chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made plans to speak again tonight and that's what we did. We set a date to all talk the day after Christmas, which will be Dec. 26 here and Dec. 27 there. Right now, they're 14 hours ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 10:30 p.m. here. It's 12:30 p.m. in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll all be talking then. They're excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is such a cool thing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure wish we had something like this when Daddy was in Vietnam all those years ago. All we had then were letters from him, we treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my nephew is hooked up with Skype, but did he ever call me when he was in Iceland or England? Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he's in Valdosta. Does he ever call? Or even respond to e-mail? Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, neither does his sister, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I guess they have better things to do than talk to their aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8410506536567585582?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8410506536567585582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8410506536567585582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8410506536567585582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8410506536567585582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/skypecom.html' title='Skype.com'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUMujcCGEjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/l6wWdd09G6g/s72-c/HarueFamily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-181940864898320674</id><published>2008-12-11T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:50:49.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be Hello Kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUGY_-1RfSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/AHgAfZyq7Uw/s1600-h/hello-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUGY_-1RfSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/AHgAfZyq7Uw/s400/hello-kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278668463220555042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on! How cute is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work the Friday after Thanksgiving on a shopping story. While my colleagues went out to the big chain stores, I hit the locally-owned stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Griffin, who owns the Main Street Toy Shoppe, told me she was going to get the costumed character of Hello Kitty back in her store. She had Kitty there when the Christmas lights were turned on right before Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought the toy store is no longer in Main Street Village, she kept the name when she moved to the Landings on Airport Thruway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about the costumed character and she mentioned that she wasn't sure she could get the teenager who did it before to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'd do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she called me the other day and said the girl couldn't do it and was I serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I serious? Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I love Hello Kitty so much that my mother is always asking me how old I am. She thinks it's unseemly that a 56-year-old woman wears Hello Kitty panties and pajamas, carry handbags and wear a Hello Kitty lanyard at work. I have little Hello Kitty things everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see Hello Kitty at the toy store Saturday between 3-5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to talk to you, but it will be me in the costume!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-181940864898320674?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/181940864898320674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=181940864898320674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/181940864898320674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/181940864898320674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to-be-hello-kitty.html' title='I&apos;m going to be Hello Kitty!'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUGY_-1RfSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/AHgAfZyq7Uw/s72-c/hello-kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6322808616465216823</id><published>2008-12-10T13:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:50:24.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta exhibits worth seeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUAJ2Itog6I/AAAAAAAAAvI/uvZgMMt0thw/s1600-h/JimmyCarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUAJ2Itog6I/AAAAAAAAAvI/uvZgMMt0thw/s400/JimmyCarter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229588934689698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Former President Jimmy Carter toured the exhibit with High Museum director Michael Shapiro and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;Hiromi Kinoshita&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, the  consulting curator for "The First Emperor" exhibition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going to Atlanta, but I hate driving to Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the past few years, one of my sisters has always driven there. We usually go grocery shopping at one of the Japanese stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, we go to eat. Almost always in a Japanese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do go to some shows at the Fox Theatre with my friend Bill Rich. And I make him drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUAGzcTjq8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/CIKlJHbrAfQ/s1600-h/TerracottaSoldiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUAGzcTjq8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/CIKlJHbrAfQ/s400/TerracottaSoldiers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278226244119538626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of the 15 Terracotta Warriors, the emperor's retinue and even a horse is in "The First Emperor: China's Terracotta Army" at the High Museum of Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the High Museum of Art, 1280 Peachtree St. N.E., has an extraordinary exhibit, "The First Emperor: China's Terracotta Army." Besides that, it still has the final year of the Louvre's loaned masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High has  nine terracotta warriors, including a general,  from the Museum of the Terracotta Army and the Cultural Relics Bureau of Shaanxi Province in Xi’an, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site at Xi’an is one of the places I really, really want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t wait to see it. I know it’s not China, but since I blew my whole budget for the next couple of years going to Japan last summer, this will be closest I get to Xi’an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the general (only one of seven unearthed so far), the foot soldiers and archers, there are acrobats, musicians, a court official, a stable boy, a strongman and a chariot horse. There are even some bronze birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s speculated that the birds were trained to dance while the musicians played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of photographs and artifacts from the archaeological digging as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this exhibit, you can see the last exhibit from the Louvre, “Louvre Atlanta: The Louvre and the Masterpiece,” through Sept. 4. Johannes Vermeer’s “The Astronomer” will leave Feb. 15 and will be replaced by Georges de la Tour’s “The Card-Sharp (with Ace of Diamonds)” on Feb. 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum is open 10 a.m.-5 p.m. Tuesday-Wednesday and Friday-Saturday, 10 a.m.-8 p.m. Thursday and noon-5 p.m. Sunday. Tickets are $11-$18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 404-733-4444 or go to www.high.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s going to be incredibly crowded. In fact, the museum has sold more than 100,000 tickets already. The best times to go are weekday afternoons because most school groups come in the morning, said Cassandra Champion Streich, the High’s senior manager of public relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther is another blockbuster exhibit, “Tutankhamuh: The Golden King and the Great Pharaohs,”  in the Atlanta Civic Center, 395 Piedmont Ave. N.E., and is presented by the Michael C. Carlos Museum of Emory University through May 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUANWBzN1DI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/c9oUSK0ovKM/s1600-h/1211_COFE_Coffinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUANWBzN1DI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/c9oUSK0ovKM/s400/1211_COFE_Coffinette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233435369755698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of four of King Tut's "coffinette," an ornately decorated canopic vessel that held his internal organs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 150 artifacts can be seen in this exhibit from 2,000 years of ancient Egyptian history, including the largest image of King Tut ever found. This 10-foot-tall statue may have been placed at his mortuary temple and it retains much of its original paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tut exhibit is open 9 a.m.–7 p.m. daily, with the last ticket sold at 5 p.m., except 9 a.m.-5 p.m. Christmas Eve, with the last ticket sold at 2:30 p.m.; closed Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUAOdS-aD6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/s1GYRbBiv3s/s1600-h/1211_COFE_Funerarymask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUAOdS-aD6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/s1GYRbBiv3s/s400/1211_COFE_Funerarymask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234659750809506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a funerary mask of King Tut.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 404-727-4282 or go to www.kingtut.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on a budget, but want to see both exhibits, there is a way to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to both the King Tut and Terracotta Warriors exhibits for one price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the Atlanta Convention &amp;amp; Visitors Bureau, you can buy a ticket for $39 for Tuesday-Thursday or $41 for Friday-Sunday. You must choose the day and time slot. Tickets for youths are $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s another attractive ticket package: $29.99-$39.99 for the King Tut exhibit and the Georgia Aquarium. When you buy your ticket, you must choose the day and the time slot you want to be at the Atlanta Civic Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend one day at one of the attractions and then go back within 30 days to see the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I have yet to see the Georgia Aquarium. So maybe this will be my incentive to see the Tut exhibit and the fish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6322808616465216823?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6322808616465216823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6322808616465216823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6322808616465216823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6322808616465216823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/atlanta-exhibits-worth-seeing.html' title='Atlanta exhibits worth seeing'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SUAJ2Itog6I/AAAAAAAAAvI/uvZgMMt0thw/s72-c/JimmyCarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7423811687031404112</id><published>2008-12-09T17:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:45:15.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow bunnies have a new place to show off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/ST__5Zd68HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Q9fmLo3dMC8/s1600-h/1218_COFE_SnowMntn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/ST__5Zd68HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Q9fmLo3dMC8/s400/1218_COFE_SnowMntn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278218649855520882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A mother and daughter are having fun with show on one of the tubing runs at Snow Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I've never gone skiing or snowboarding. I've tried ice skating once and was a miserable failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends laughed when I screamed, "It's wet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, "What did you expect? It's ice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta's Stone Mountain Park has a new attraction called Snow Mountain. I just got an invitation to a media opening. It really sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opens to the public on Dec. 31 and features 11 tubing runs and a 30,000-square-foot play area for younger snow bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's really no skiing. Just tubing. I can do that. Well, as long as I'm with someone who won't think it's fun to turn the tube upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snow-maker can make up to 200 tons of fresh snow daily. So it won't really be "snowing." But it's Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the tubing runs and play area, there is the SnoDeck where you can rest and get a hot drink or food; the SnoFire Point, which features a bonfire on Memorial Lawn and the HotSpot, where you can get hot cider or coffee. Since it's a state park, I don't think there will be alcohol sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online and it's recommended that you wear water-resistant clothing, gloves and boots. You should layer your clothing and take dry clothes that you can put in a rented locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check the weather by calling 800-317-2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $25; parking is $8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Mountain is open 10 a.m.-9 p.m. Dec. 31, Jan. 11, Jan. 19, Jan. 25, Feb. 1, Feb. 8, Feb. 16, Feb. 22 and March 1; 10 a.m.-11 p.m. Jan. 1-4, Jan. 10, Jan. 17-18, Jan. 24, Jan. 31, Feb. 7, Feb. 14-15,  Feb. 21 and Feb. 28; 4-10:30 p.m. Jan. 9, Jan. 16, Jan. 23, Jan. 30, Feb. 6, Feb. 13, Feb. 20 and Feb. 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone Mountain Park is 16 miles east of downtown Atlanta. Take I-285 to exit 39B, Highway 78 East, park is at exit 8 on Highway 78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 770-498-5690, 800-317-2006 or www.stonemountainpark.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7423811687031404112?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7423811687031404112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7423811687031404112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7423811687031404112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7423811687031404112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-bunnies-have-new-place-to-show-off.html' title='Snow bunnies have a new place to show off'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/ST__5Zd68HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Q9fmLo3dMC8/s72-c/1218_COFE_SnowMntn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-1839586617366909082</id><published>2008-12-05T12:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:28:18.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the bypass</title><content type='html'>This morning, on the way to work, I noticed four Columbus Police Department officers on motorcycles at the bottom of the ramp going on the Lindsay Creek Bypass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few yards up, there were three more motor cops who had stopped motorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad because there are some out-of-control speeders on that part of the Bypass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is no reason to go 35 miles an hour just because there are seven police officers who are obviously looking for speeders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got behind some people actually going that slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb can you be? As long as you're doing 55, you're OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my pet peeve for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-1839586617366909082?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1839586617366909082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=1839586617366909082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1839586617366909082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1839586617366909082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-bypass.html' title='On the bypass'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7286082611401543238</id><published>2008-12-04T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:30:18.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa pictures with your pets</title><content type='html'>Want to have your pet's picture taken with Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a bargain for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Avenue Animal Hospital, 4025 Second Ave., is holding two holiday picture sessions with Santa Claus and your pets. The sessions are 10 a.m.-noon Saturday and noon-2 p.m. Dec. 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your pet and five cans of food or buy a holiday gift item and the photos are free. Each additional print is $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pets will get a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All proceeds, including the canned goods will go to the Valley Rescue Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It's a deal. I think I'll take my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 706-507-7297.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7286082611401543238?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7286082611401543238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7286082611401543238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7286082611401543238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7286082611401543238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-pictures-with-your-pets.html' title='Santa pictures with your pets'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5362600424218161007</id><published>2008-12-03T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:37:44.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valley, Ala.'s Christmas Merry-Go-Round</title><content type='html'>I have known Linda Fulcher for many, many years. When I was the TV Book editor, I got to know all of the cable TV operators in our circulation area as well as all the TV folks from on-air personalities to executives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I quit doing the TV thing, I still see some of the people I used to talk to once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda's one of those folks. Actually, when I first met her, she was working at West Point Pepperell. It was later that she started working for the cable company in Valley, Ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Columbus Cottonmouths came to town, Linda was always there whenever I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few years, she's called me around this time of year, asking me to come visit her in Valley so I could ride the Christmas Merry-Go-Round at the Valley Sportsplex Complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a special opening for the Merry-Go-Round from noon-5 p.m. Saturday. Tommy Johns' "Arctic Express — A Magical Train Tour of Winter Festivals of the World" will entertain with magic, puppets, music, balloon tying and storytelling. And, no, it's not the pitcher. This Tommy Johns (there's an "s" at the end of John), a local magician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids and try to catch a trout with Lawton's Trout Farm. You can visit Santa Claus in Santa's House. There will be 20 food and artists booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no admission Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to visit Valley this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Merry-Go-Round hours are 10 a.m.-9 p.m. Monday-Saturday and noon-5 p.m. Sunday through Dec. 23. Christmas Eve hours are 10 a.m.-5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the Sportsplex Complex, take U.S. 280 from Columbus to I-85 North to Valley. Take Exit 77 at the Ford car dealership. Take a right onto Fob James Drive. Take a right at the first traffic light onto Fairfax Bypass. The first right is Sportsplex Drive. Taken Sportsplex Drive to the end and find a parking space. The Merry-Go-Round is on the right ball field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the Christmas Merry-Go-Round? It's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the Valley Community Center at 334-756-5290.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a musical, "The Cotton Mill Christmas," at 7 p.m. Saturday by the First Community Theatre in the Langdale Theatre. It's about the holiday traditions that make Valley what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the Langdale Theatre, take U.S. 280 to I-85. Go north and taken Exit 77 and turn right. Go 2.5 miles to the second traffic light in front of the Valley First Baptist Church. Turn right. The theater is about 300 yards on the right, adjacent to LaFayette Lanier Elementary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $5-$8, and will be available at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 334-756-5228 or 334-756-5232.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5362600424218161007?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5362600424218161007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5362600424218161007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5362600424218161007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5362600424218161007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/valley-alas-christmas-merry-go-round.html' title='Valley, Ala.&apos;s Christmas Merry-Go-Round'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3579027938855777265</id><published>2008-12-02T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:36:13.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STXwjdxy5xI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JfyDJb0jY3A/s1600-h/britney-spears-rolling-stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STXwjdxy5xI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JfyDJb0jY3A/s400/britney-spears-rolling-stone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275387030613976850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan of Britney Spears, but I know there is a huge audience for her. I don't think she can sing. But then I don't think Madonna can either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in five years, Spears will be on tour. She brings her "Circus" act to Atlanta's Philips Arena at 8 p.m. March 5. Opening the show is the Pussycat Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $39.50-$549. They go on sale at 10 a.m. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! $549 to see Britney Spears? I don't think so. That price, though is the VIP package. What's in the package? Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're dying to see the "Circus Tour," you can go to any Ticketmaster location, which includes the Columbus Civic Center box office or area Publix grocery store. Or go to www.ticketmaster.com or call 800-745-3000 to charge your ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3579027938855777265?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3579027938855777265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3579027938855777265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3579027938855777265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3579027938855777265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/britney-spears.html' title='Britney Spears'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STXwjdxy5xI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JfyDJb0jY3A/s72-c/britney-spears-rolling-stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7540441974036762179</id><published>2008-12-01T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:04:19.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Joel and Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STSlYPp5NyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fBy-UOIWYNE/s1600-h/john-joel-cp-1343386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STSlYPp5NyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fBy-UOIWYNE/s400/john-joel-cp-1343386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022899495384866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in 1994, I got to see a great concert featuring Elton John and Billy Joel together for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, John and Joel, the most successful and longest-running concert pairing in pop history, will reunite for their Face 2 Face tour and will perform in Atlanta's Philips Arena at 7:30 p.m. March 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format for the concert will be the same. They perform a few songs together, playing dual pianos. Then each do a solo set. They end the concert together with both bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible. And I'm not particularly a fan of either. But I did like the show a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The press release had two quotes from the musicians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love touring with Billy. I have the greatest respect for him and we’re such good friends,” John said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The great thing about performing with Elton is that he is such a good piano player and that makes me have to dig deep to keep up with him, not to mention I've got the best seat in the house — only one piano away from Elton John!” said Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Joel played the first date of their co-headlining Face 2 Face tour on July 8, 1994 in Philadelphia. That Veterans Stadium concert began a run of 21 sold-out performances in 13 cities and established a winning formula for all future Face 2 Face concerts. They last toured together in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $55, $101 and $181, and go on sale at 10 a.m. Saturday. We had really good seats in the Georgia Dome and I can promise you we didn't pay $181. Inflation, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford it, it's really worth the price of the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are available at all Ticketmaster locations, which includes Publix grocery stores in the Columbus area, or by going to www.ticketmaster.com To charge by phone, call 404-249-6400.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7540441974036762179?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7540441974036762179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7540441974036762179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7540441974036762179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7540441974036762179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/billy-joel-and-elton-john.html' title='Billy Joel and Elton John'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STSlYPp5NyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fBy-UOIWYNE/s72-c/john-joel-cp-1343386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-2917660279986685848</id><published>2008-12-01T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:44:09.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia Historical Society gives award Thursday</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Mike Bunn, the associate curator of history, at the Columbus Museum and Virginia Causey, a Columbus State University history professor. The Georgia Historical Society will give its top history award to Mike and Virginia for their work in promoting Columbus history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike because of his work at the museum and Virginia for her series on Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't happen to two nicer people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-2917660279986685848?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2917660279986685848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=2917660279986685848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2917660279986685848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2917660279986685848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/12/georgia-historical-society-gives-award.html' title='Georgia Historical Society gives award Thursday'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5805446533600812245</id><published>2008-11-30T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:37:51.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STNNtYENoVI/AAAAAAAAAug/1TlXa-DE24I/s1600-h/100_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STNNtYENoVI/AAAAAAAAAug/1TlXa-DE24I/s400/100_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274645030530556242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's Fred carving up the pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I must have gained 10 pounds this weekend. I swear all I did was eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got in around 2:30 a.m. Thanksgiving Day after being in South Florida for a former colleague's funeral Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept a few hours and then put the pig on to roast. Oh, yeah. He bought a 70-plus pound pig to roast. Has he ever done that before? Nope. But now he knows how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the pork, we had two fried turkeys and a smoked turkey. We had a ham and a pork roast. I lost count of all the sides and desserts we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of food, but there were at least 40 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one injury. Little Emily Wilder, one of Cheryl's great-nieces, fell in the living room and hit her head Wednesday night. Thursday, she woke up vomiting. Of course, the first thought is a concussion, so her parents, John and Heather, took her to the emergency room. They got back to Fred and Cheryl's house late in the afternoon. Emily had a little butterfly bandage on her head and was subdued. It turned out she had a stomach virus, which explained the vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, very early Friday morning, some of us headed out to the the Black Friday sales. My mother asked if I was going. I told her I had to work. And I did. I interviewed a bunch of people who were out shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner Friday night, Dorothy and I went back out to Fred and Cheryl's, while my mother decided to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We repeated that Saturday night. I noticed that there was definitely a dent in the amount of meat that was left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as Dorothy was getting ready to go home to Charleston, we got a call from Fred. It turned out that he, Cheryl and Jessica all caught whatever Emily had. You know, that stomach bug. He wanted Dorothy to get some Pepto-Bismol and Immodium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy, our mother and I had limited interaction with Emily, so we're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess had to work today in Gainesville, where she's at the University of Florida, at 1 p.m., but had to call in sick. She felt well enough to let Scott drive her to Valdosta, where he's stationed. He has to be at work at midnight. (Fred picked him up on his way home from Hollywood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if she's spending the night with him or if she drove the 90 minutes or so back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you've got that many people, someone is going to get hurt and someone is going to get sick. It turned out that one little girl got hurt and sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really did have a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5805446533600812245?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5805446533600812245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5805446533600812245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5805446533600812245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5805446533600812245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving weekend'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/STNNtYENoVI/AAAAAAAAAug/1TlXa-DE24I/s72-c/100_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8643954603545563024</id><published>2008-11-26T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:57:12.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CSU Alumni Open House</title><content type='html'>One day, I'd like Ray Lakes to call me just to say hello. When he calls, he needs publicity for one thing or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love talking to him, but come on, Ray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Ray longer than I'd like to admit. I was a freshman at Columbus College and he was an older student. That's  right, I always joke that he's way older than me. In actuality, he's probably only a year or so older. But I call him the old guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now the director of alumni affairs at Columbus State University. My have we grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time when he called, Ray wanted me to do something about the CSU Alumni Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are thousands of CSU graduates in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of you should come to the open house at 5-8 p.m. Tuesday in the Coca-Cola Space Science Center, 701 Front Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get to see some people you know and you'll get to meet the new president, Tim Mescon. I think you'll like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of  course, you'll see Ray. You may even see me wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $10, and you'll need to make a reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 706-565-4100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Ray. I've done what you asked. You owe me lunch.&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8643954603545563024?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8643954603545563024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8643954603545563024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8643954603545563024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8643954603545563024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/csu-alumni-open-house.html' title='CSU Alumni Open House'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4522684170159531144</id><published>2008-11-25T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:19:10.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short</title><content type='html'>My brother headed for South Florida today. When he lived in Cooper City, he was a sergeant in the Hollywood Police Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the officers under him was killed in a car accident over the weekend while he was on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred must have liked him because he wouldn't just drop everything to go back to Hollywood. The visitation was tonight and the funeral is in the morning. He'll come back right after the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood is about the same size, population wise, as Columbus. Geographically, it's much smaller. But being so close to Miami and the drug trade, I think it's a lot more dangerous for police officers. He worked in vice and that worried my father, especially when Scott was born. But Fred loved his work. When he retired two years ago when he was 48, I wasn't sure if he'd adjust to retirement. But he loves being retired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does work for my friend Bill Rich, building things. He's been working at the new National Infantry Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online to read the stories and when I found a video, I watched it. To my surprise, there's a new police chief. When Fred was promoted to sergeant five years ago, Chadwick Wagner was promoted to assistant chief at the same ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called Fred's cell, my niece answered it. He had stopped in Gainesville to have lunch with her before continuing south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way home, he's picking up Scott in Valdosta, where he's stationed at Moody Air Base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as Thanksgiving draws near, I'm really thankful that Fred was unscathed in his years as an officer in a highly dangerous job. And I'm thankful that Scott hasn't been deployed. He's been in Iceland, England and Valdosta so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4522684170159531144?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4522684170159531144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4522684170159531144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4522684170159531144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4522684170159531144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6734961128020454333</id><published>2008-11-25T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:00:19.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars Finale</title><content type='html'>The judges scores:&lt;br /&gt;Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sapp&lt;/span&gt;, 80; Lance Bass, 81; Brooke Burke, 88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the very talented Alicia Keys sang before the final dances by the three couples. After the dances, the not-so-talented but inexplicably popular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Kenny Mayne, who was the very first person booted off the very first show. He's been kind of a sarcastic correspondent in subsequent seasons. I agree with him when he said he was robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so Burke won. I think there should be a recount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the season began, I really thought it was a ho-hum season. And I thought Toni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6734961128020454333?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6734961128020454333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6734961128020454333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6734961128020454333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6734961128020454333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_25.html' title='Dancing with the Stars Finale'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7642888117805323529</id><published>2008-11-24T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:22:55.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars finals</title><content type='html'>OK, it's coming to an end. As expected, Brooke Burke, a favorite of the judges, rated well tonight. I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Bass is doing very, very well. He started slowly, but the last few weeks, he's been really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite is still Warren Sapp. I just love to watch him dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I voted for him. I'm hoping everyone else did, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work yesterday, so I missed the final show of  "A Love Supreme." I'm hoping Troy videotaped it so I can see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7642888117805323529?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7642888117805323529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7642888117805323529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7642888117805323529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7642888117805323529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/dancing-with-stars-finals.html' title='Dancing with the Stars finals'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-9055312267772152084</id><published>2008-11-21T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:35:06.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Love Supreme"</title><content type='html'>When we were at "Why, Baby, Why," V.J. said we needed to see "A Love Supreme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is that new drama by young playwright Desirée Samone. It's the last weekend of this show at the Liberty Theatre. It can be seen at 8 p.m. Saturday and 3 p.m. Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at the theater on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-9055312267772152084?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/9055312267772152084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=9055312267772152084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/9055312267772152084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/9055312267772152084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-supreme_21.html' title='&quot;A Love Supreme&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-1054382996064618825</id><published>2008-11-21T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:30:54.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Baby, Why</title><content type='html'>As I've said before, I'm no fan of country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of Steve Valentini and Debbie Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.J. Roberts called me late this afternoon asking if I'd go see "Why, Baby, Why" with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struggling with my work laptop, trying to get my work for next week's To Do finished. I mean I was struggling. It seemed every other minute, I was asking my editor for help. I'm certain that she's going to slap me silly by the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not the only one asking her for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dawn wasn't available, I was asking Jerry or Elizabeth for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there's something wrong, but no one knows exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I muddled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, V.J. called asking when I could get free. I told her I had one more page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally finished and I met her on the street and we walked to the Springer Opera House's Foley Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and Steve just may be two of the most talented people in town. They can really, really sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be a country music fan to appreciate the music of George Jones and Tammy Wynette. And the dialogue written by Paul Pierce is snappy and poignant and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, Steve told me that this was the best time he had doing a show in a long time. I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul said to me about Debbie, "Scratch the surface of this opera singer and you'll find a country music star." He got that right. But then Debbie told me years ago that when she was a kid, she traveled around the Southeast singing gospel and country songs with her family's band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have one more chance to see this show. It can be seen at 7:30 p.m. Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love country music, this is the show to see. If you're like me and don't like country music. Go. You might change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad V.J. was persistent enough to make me leave my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, happy birthday, Allison! I'm sure you had a great party. I'm sorry I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bet I had a better 40th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at the Loft and there was a lot of cheesecake instead of birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Springer Opera House was in rehearsal for "A Chorus Line," and during their break, the entire cast came over and sang "One" to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best! People still talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-1054382996064618825?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1054382996064618825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=1054382996064618825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1054382996064618825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1054382996064618825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-baby-why_21.html' title='Why, Baby, Why'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-2674912598316043290</id><published>2008-11-20T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:33:59.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't pay to get old</title><content type='html'>I swear when I turned 50, I was getting sick on a regular basis. I never had bronchitis until a few years ago. Now, I get it every winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a bug going around, I'll catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, it was that stomach thing. Now, it's a cold. But I'm achy all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not have the flu because I had a flu shot last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's severe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stay home as much as possible. And stay away from people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-2674912598316043290?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2674912598316043290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=2674912598316043290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2674912598316043290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2674912598316043290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-doesnt-pay-to-get-old.html' title='It doesn&apos;t pay to get old'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7895490146386799996</id><published>2008-11-19T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:11:23.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Real Housewives of Atlanta"</title><content type='html'>I never watched "The Real Housewives of Orange County" or "The Real Housewives of New York" on Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was joking with my editor. I told her that I'd bet there would be "The Real Housewives of Buckhead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this season, "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" came on Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started talking about it. Especially about NeNe. One of them is married to an NBA player; another is married to an NFL player. I watched a few minutes while I was flipping through the channels. I can't tell one from the other. But just like the other shows, these women are wealthy, living in huge houses. And they don't seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the season finale and posted a really high rating for a cable show. It was the No. 1 calbe telecast in prime time for adults ages 18-34, which is the most desired group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality show was Bravo's highest-rated freshman series since "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special reunion show will be at 9 p.m. Nov. 25. You'll learn if NeNe and Kim patch things up and if Sheree and NeNe can be friends.  And apparently, there was a catfight between Lisa and Kim. We'll find out what really happened to cause the fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7895490146386799996?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7895490146386799996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7895490146386799996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7895490146386799996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7895490146386799996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-housewives-of-atlanta.html' title='&quot;The Real Housewives of Atlanta&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8222090086921943574</id><published>2008-11-19T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:51:50.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever start to feel bad?</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you feel like you're coming down with something and get all addled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may be addled all the time, but this afternoon, I started feeling flushed. Now, I'm going through menopause and have hot flashes all the time. This was not it. I know, too much information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body temperature is usually lower than the average 98.6 degrees. So if my temperature goes up to "normal," I have a slight fever. I think that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my editor that I had an interview at 5 p.m. and was going home. I went to the site where I was to meet the guys and no one was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I was supposed to meet them tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then that I should go home and sleep. I did just that. I got up and ate dinner. I'll get back in bed in a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this will pass quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8222090086921943574?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8222090086921943574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8222090086921943574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8222090086921943574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8222090086921943574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/ever-start-to-feel-bad.html' title='Ever start to feel bad?'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3535717488603524361</id><published>2008-11-18T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:18:09.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS, Week 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SSOFIbqVF4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/zzDyt-1aXj0/s1600-h/cody-linley-dancing-with-the-stars-abc-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SSOFIbqVF4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/zzDyt-1aXj0/s400/cody-linley-dancing-with-the-stars-abc-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270202368864360322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cody Linley rehearsing with professional dancer Julianne Hough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the semifinal of "Dancing with the Stars." I missed most of it because I was working. We have a new computer system and I'm still having a tough time getting the hang of it.  We have worked on Mac systems since we went from typewriters to computers. Now, we use a PC system. I just can't get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to have to get used to working on a PC. My laptop is a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Another thing I can put on my resume: Can use a PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I predicted that Cody Linley would go home tonight. And I was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday is the final. I'm still pulling for Warren Sapp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3535717488603524361?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3535717488603524361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3535717488603524361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3535717488603524361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3535717488603524361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/dwts-week-9.html' title='DWTS, Week 9'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SSOFIbqVF4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/zzDyt-1aXj0/s72-c/cody-linley-dancing-with-the-stars-abc-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-1043555919999540158</id><published>2008-11-17T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:47.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singer-Moye Mounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SSI5BB5YYMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/sS9drKIFWwE/s1600-h/Mounds+Transfer+Ceremony+11.17.08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SSI5BB5YYMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/sS9drKIFWwE/s400/Mounds+Transfer+Ceremony+11.17.08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269837203828662466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Columbus Museum board of trustees president Ken Callaway, left, watches University of Georgia senior vice president for external affairs Tom Landrum as he signs the agreement document that transfers the Singer-Moye Mounds from the museum to the university Monday afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a gorgeous day. The skies were a bright blue, the sun was shining, the leaves were brilliant yellow, amber, orange, red and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent the afternoon in rural Stewart County with a bunch of giddy archaeologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart County has probably the second largest American Indian mound area in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've always known that the Columbus Museum had been given the Singer-Moye Mounds. I just always had them confused with the Rood Creek Mounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone kept asking me if I'd been there before. I kept saying, yes I had, but that I had been there by boat. You see, a ranger who used to be at the Florence Marina State Park took me and L-E photographer Mike Haskey to Rood Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person said he didn't think the Singer-Moye Mounds were accessible by boat. I shrugged and said we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that these mounds were very unusual because they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; near water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out that there were two sets of mounds in our area. The Rood Creek Mounds are pretty accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not. I bet I couldn't find them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are eight of them. Don Gordy, who has spent 40 years of his life preserving these mounds, said he thought there were seven. He discovered the eighth mound about 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area has been pretty well cleared. But I was very careful where I stepped. After all, I was in the country. And there are snakes in the country, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't see myself digging out there. Garnett Stokes, the dean of the Franklin College of Arts and Sciences at the University of Georgia said it will be a great research lab for archaeology students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding. I bet 90 percent of the mounds are untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they have been carbon dated to the 1400s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac Moye is hoping that it will become a tourist draw. Clason Kyle was joking when he said he sees a Ferris Wheel and a Disney-esque Indian village on the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not, but I can see busloads of schoolchildren visiting the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as it becomes more and more well known, there's the risk of looters or just hoodlums destroying the site. I hope that doesn't happen either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's so gorgeous out there and I wish everyone can see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-1043555919999540158?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1043555919999540158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=1043555919999540158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1043555919999540158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1043555919999540158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/singer-moye-mounds.html' title='The Singer-Moye Mounds'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SSI5BB5YYMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/sS9drKIFWwE/s72-c/Mounds+Transfer+Ceremony+11.17.08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-648783214943305519</id><published>2008-11-14T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:10:19.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep all night. My stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 a.m., I left a message on my editor's phone, telling her I wasn't coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, I went out to get the paper and the first story I saw was the one about a stomach bug going around town. Well, whatever it is, I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the entire day lying on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better, but not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I wasn't feeling well enough to go to the Liberty Theatre to meet Desiree Samone, who wrote "A Love Supreme." I hope there was a good audience for the show. And I hope she liked the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-648783214943305519?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/648783214943305519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=648783214943305519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/648783214943305519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/648783214943305519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3583308767598798266</id><published>2008-11-13T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:55:15.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CMA Awards</title><content type='html'>I was just reading a story about the County Music Association Awards and when I read the list of people who appeared on the show, I realized a bunch of them have performed in Columbus in the past year: &lt;strong&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Miranda Lambert&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kellie Pickler&lt;/strong&gt; and Sugarland. Not bad for a city that just doesn't get too many concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find this picture of Taylor Swift in a gown that was not age appropriate. I think she's far to young to be wearing something like that. I, being computer illiterate, couldn't download the picture. But go to www.eonline.com and click on Photos. Then find the photos from the CMA Awards. You'll see what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3583308767598798266?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3583308767598798266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3583308767598798266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3583308767598798266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3583308767598798266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/cma-awards.html' title='CMA Awards'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3743468628890389535</id><published>2008-11-12T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:39:20.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>381 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRuvSwI1diI/AAAAAAAAAuA/t8HtHtDQFe0/s1600-h/hank+klibanoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRuvSwI1diI/AAAAAAAAAuA/t8HtHtDQFe0/s400/hank+klibanoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267996925834393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I said last week, the Columbus Public Library, 3000 Macon Road, has a Smithsonian Institution exhibit called "381 Days," which tells the story of the Montgomery bus boycott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At 7 p.m. Thursday, the Muscogee County Friends of Libraries, is bringing Hank Klibanoff to speak about his experiences as a newspaper reporter during the Civil Rights movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I got this bio on Klibanoff from Linda Hyles of the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He co-wrote "The Race Beat: The Press, the Civil Rights Struggle and the Awakening of a Nation," which won the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"The Race Beat," written by Klibanoff and Gene Roberts, former editor of &lt;i&gt;The Philadelphia Inquirer &lt;/i&gt;and former managing editor of &lt;i&gt;The New York Times&lt;/i&gt;, explores news coverage of the civil rights movement in the South.  The book looks at the impact and involvement of the black press, the Northern press, the Southern liberal and segregationist press, television and photojournalism from the 1930s through the late 1960s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Klibanoff was born in Florence, Ala., and grew up in the South. He attended Washington University in St. Louis, and his master's degree at the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He began his reporting career in Mississippi in 1972 and, for six years, was the statehouse bureau in Jackson for the Sun-Herald on the Gulf Coast and the Delta Democrat Times in Greenville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He also worked at the Boston Globe and the Philadelphia Inquirer crushed the vitality of rural towns in the Midwest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Klibanoff had many jobs in his 35-year newspaper career, including sports, national, metro and business. He was also an editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For six years, Klibanoff taught a course in journalism issues for the urban studies department at the University of Pennsylvania.  In 1995-1996, he was a fellow at the Freedom Forum’s Media Studies Center at Columbia University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He joined &lt;i&gt;The Atlanta Journal-Constitution&lt;/i&gt; as a managing editor in October 2002 and served in that capacity until this summer when he resigned.  He serves as a director on several boards, including the Associated Press Managing Editors Association (and was winner of its 2007 meritorious service award), the John Chancellor Award for Excellence in Journalism; and VOX Teen Communications, an Atlanta non-profit youth development organization that, through a monthly newspaper and a Web site (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://webmail.mcclatchy.com/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.voxrox.org" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;www.voxrox.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;), encourages and helps teens develop the skills and resources to express themselves on issues important to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Two newspaper projects in which he was deeply involved have been named finalists for Pulitzer Prizes:  In 2006, when he was managing editor for news at &lt;i&gt;The Atlanta Journal-Constitution&lt;/i&gt;, the newspaper was a finalist in the breaking news category for staff coverage of a downtown Atlanta shooting spree by a defendant who seized a deputy’s gun and killed a judge and three others; in 1995, when he was deputy metro editor at&lt;i&gt; The Philadelphia Inquirer&lt;/i&gt;, that newspaper was a finalist for the Public Service Award for a metro staff investigation into an extensive absentee ballot vote fraud that tipped the balance of power at the state Capitol; the newspaper’s disclosures led a federal judge to overturn the election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Klibanoff has been awarded the Georgia Author of the Year in the history division in 2007, presented by the Georgia Writers Association; and the Clarence Cason Award in Nonfiction Writing this year, presented by The University of Alabama College of Communication and Information Sciences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He was inducted this year into the Hall of Achievement at the Medill School of Journalism, Northwestern University, Evanston, IL, and was given the Distinguished Alumni Award at Washington University in St. Louis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Klibanoff has lectured and written widely in the past several years on "The Race Beat,"  journalism and race relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Klibanoff and his wife Laurie have three daughters:  Caroline, who is a freshman at Georgetown University; Eleanor, a junior in high school; and Corinne, who is in the eighth grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This sounds like something that everyone should go to. I'm going to try to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3743468628890389535?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3743468628890389535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3743468628890389535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3743468628890389535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3743468628890389535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/381-days_12.html' title='381 Days'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRuvSwI1diI/AAAAAAAAAuA/t8HtHtDQFe0/s72-c/hank+klibanoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7134481417208262759</id><published>2008-11-11T22:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:18:40.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS, Week 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRpK7qnV4bI/AAAAAAAAAt4/AVoUB5ushGI/s1600-h/Maurice_Green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRpK7qnV4bI/AAAAAAAAAt4/AVoUB5ushGI/s400/Maurice_Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267605103075254706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye, Maurice Green and Cheryl Burke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the latest couple voted off "Dancing with the Stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the celebrities left are Warren Sapp, Brooke Burke, Lance Bass and Cody Linley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like Sapp to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7134481417208262759?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1950922766606834401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1950922766606834401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7680250966373942812</id><published>2008-11-11T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:09:25.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7680250966373942812?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7680250966373942812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7680250966373942812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7680250966373942812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7680250966373942812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3975121161784993806</id><published>2008-11-11T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:08:55.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Baby, Why</title><content type='html'>I've never, ever been a country music. I'm still not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister Dorothy was here a couple of weekends ago, she put James Taylor's new CD, the one where he covers a bunch of songs, on when we were in the car. One of the tracks is "Why, Baby, Why?" I said, that's George Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy looked at me and asked why I would know that. I told her the Springer Opera House is doing "Why, Baby, Why: The Music of George Jones &amp;amp; Tammy Wynette."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't like country music, I never underestimate its popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out the Springer has been selling out performances of "Why, Baby, Why," an original musical by Springer artistic director Paul Pierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will go to the shows, fall in love with it and buy tickets for another show. Some are coming back several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, the Springer is holding the show over for three additional performances next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few tickets left for this weekend's performances, 7:30 p.m. Thursday-Saturday in Foley Hall, 1016 First Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The additional shows are 7:30 p.m. Nov. 20-22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $10-$32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 706-327-3688 to make sure tickets are available on the night you want to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3975121161784993806?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3975121161784993806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3975121161784993806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3975121161784993806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3975121161784993806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-baby-why.html' title='Why, Baby, Why'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6424322715909855022</id><published>2008-11-10T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:44:30.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very busy fall</title><content type='html'>I really can't remember a busier fall than this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local theater started with a bang when the Springer Opera House sold out every performance of "Menopause The Musical," which was followed by a very well-received "Bat Boy: The Musical" by the Columbus State University theater department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chattahoochee Shakespeare Co. produced "Turn in Your Hymnal" and then did "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Abridged" again at the Liberty Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Columbus Symphony Orchestra had very good audiences for the first concert featuring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eroica&lt;/span&gt; Trio. I'm sure the very handsome Philippe Quint had a very appreciative audience Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fred Cohen, the director of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schwob&lt;/span&gt; School of Music, says the music school's concerts have been well attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the economy as it is, you are still attending concerts and plays. And that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pooped. Covering all these shows and concerts is not easy. I know I tell everyone that I have the best job at the newspaper, but I'm busy. I shouldn't complain. At least these days, I don't have to cover nightclubs. I leave that to my colleague Sonya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sorich&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thanksgiving, I'll get a little respite. Then it starts all over again in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly old and weak and don't know how long I can keep this up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6424322715909855022?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6424322715909855022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6424322715909855022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6424322715909855022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6424322715909855022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-busy-fall.html' title='A very busy fall'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3513675045828316047</id><published>2008-11-09T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:12:45.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SReYicqwk4I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ifE56rP6UTk/s1600-h/body_of_lies_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SReYicqwk4I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ifE56rP6UTk/s400/body_of_lies_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266846006811595650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you know that I absolutely adore Russell Crowe. I know that "Body of Lies" has been out for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to see it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gripe: I had to sit through something like 10 commercials. I'm not talking about movie trailers. I'm talking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;commercials&lt;/span&gt;. Then a couple of trailers came on. I really, truly do not mind watching the trailers. But I don't go to the movies to watch commercials that I can see on TV. That I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; to watch on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said that when he went to see a movie in Florida, he was late, but wasn't worried because he expected about 20 minutes of commercials and trailers. To his chagrin, the movie time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; the time the movie started. If you wanted to watch the commercials and trailers, then you go early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my friends at Carmike Cinemas would like that, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3513675045828316047?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3513675045828316047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3513675045828316047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3513675045828316047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3513675045828316047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-to-movies.html' title='Going to the movies'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SReYicqwk4I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ifE56rP6UTk/s72-c/body_of_lies_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8519701867717464974</id><published>2008-11-07T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:25:47.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wicked"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRUGp1MBEyI/AAAAAAAAAto/M2XxBOIsApg/s1600-h/wicked_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRUGp1MBEyI/AAAAAAAAAto/M2XxBOIsApg/s400/wicked_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266122655001547554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Whenever I say I've never seen "Wicked," people look at me in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't. I bought the book last year and haven't gotten past the first couple of pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't like "The Wizard of Oz." I've seen productions of that. I've seen the movie. I've seen "The Wiz" on stage and the movie version. I just haven't seen "Wicked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nov. 2, in Atlanta's Fox Theatre, the national tour closed after 32 performances. It set attendance records there. More than 136,000 patrons saw the show, which meant the Fox's box office record was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We  are thrilled with the success of 'Wicked' and the experience that we have been  able to provide to our patrons," said Stephanie Parker, vice president of Broadway Across America — Atlanta. "&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was a much anticipated production, and we have received a wonderful  response from the community who truly embraced the show.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a feeling that those box office records will be broken next year when "Jersey Boys" comes to the Fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;For more information on the season, call &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;800-278-4447 10 a.m.-5 p.m. Monday-Friday or go to &lt;a href="https://webmail.mcclatchy.com/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.broadwayacrossamerica.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.BroadwayAcrossAmerica.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8519701867717464974?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8519701867717464974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8519701867717464974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8519701867717464974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8519701867717464974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/wicked.html' title='&quot;Wicked&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRUGp1MBEyI/AAAAAAAAAto/M2XxBOIsApg/s72-c/wicked_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4408427765000322241</id><published>2008-11-06T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:17:22.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Supreme</title><content type='html'>The Chattahoochee Shakespeare Co.'s next production is a collaboration with the Liberty Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Liberty's Gayle Daniels was unable to get the rights to the play she had scheduled to start next week. Since ChattShakes' Troy Heard had been using the Liberty to present his plays, she asked him to find a play and direct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he thought of his friend Desiree Samone, whom he met at the Savannah College of Art &amp;amp; Design. Troy was working on his master's degree in directing and Desiree was an undergraduate, taking a class where he was the teaching assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered her senior project about a young woman who wants to be a jazz singer against her mother's wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months, he's been working with her to flesh it out to a full play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Love Supreme" will be presented, beginning next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a little bit of it tonight. If you go on opening night, you'll get to meet the playwright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she becomes famous, you can say, "I met her one night at the Liberty Theatre."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4408427765000322241?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4408427765000322241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4408427765000322241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4408427765000322241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4408427765000322241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-supreme.html' title='A Love Supreme'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-1760740842084616159</id><published>2008-11-05T22:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:10:19.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars, Week 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRJuXIQaYfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Z5X-wqOAJcs/s1600-h/Susan+Lucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRJuXIQaYfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Z5X-wqOAJcs/s400/Susan+Lucci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265392257981899250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Lucci, as my friend Louise Shaffer calls her, was eliminated tonight. It's about time. I think she lasted far longer than she should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise, the self-proclaimed soap opera diva, worked on "All My Children," but got her daytime Emmy Award for her role as Rae Woodard on "Ryan's Hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the night she won the Emmy, she was standing in the lobby of the hotel where they had the ceremony by herself, clutching the statue. Lucci was surrounded by reporters because she had lost for the umpteenth time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her career as a soap opera diva ended, Louise began writing for the soaps, including "All My Children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs when she said the writers were to write Susan Lucci's character, Erica Kane, as if she were 30. In reality, she was already in her mid-50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Louise and Susan are about the same age, she found it not only laughable but pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is daytime drama when you need to suspend all credible belief. So why can't an aging actress pretend she's 20 years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no aging actress, but I act like I'm 20 years younger all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I don't know who will be eliminated. Cody's got all the "Hannah Montana" kids voting for him. I'm guessing Lance Bass still has his N'Sync fans voting. I really don't know who is voting for Brooke Burke. Maurice Green has fans of the Olympics voting. I am still voting for Warren Sapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burke got a perfect 30 Monday night. It's the first 30 of the season. It was a very good dance. Even I have to admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her music was a better fit for the foxtrot that some of the other stars'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild guess? Lance Bass will leave next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-1760740842084616159?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1760740842084616159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=1760740842084616159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1760740842084616159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1760740842084616159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/dancing-with-stars-week-7.html' title='Dancing with the Stars, Week 7'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRJuXIQaYfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Z5X-wqOAJcs/s72-c/Susan+Lucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5063574076456054481</id><published>2008-11-05T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:18:38.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, hot dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRHNFRBiyxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WweKC6_uJm0/s1600-h/maksim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRHNFRBiyxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WweKC6_uJm0/s400/maksim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265214929725737746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite ballroom dancer is Maksim Chmerkovskiy. No surprise there, right ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it, but he has never taken part in the "Dancing With the Stars" tour. According to TV Guide, he's never even see the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he'll be taking over as the tour choreographer from Louis van Amstel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s made me different as a choreographer will make this tour different,” he told TV Guide Magazine, promising to make the dances as interesting as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour starts in December. He won't be able to choose which dancers will make in tour. Maks had to drop out of this season's "DWTS" because his partner, Misty May-Treanor blew out her Achilles heel tendon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chmerkovskiy says he wants a cast who “are capable of starting and finishing strong. And can learn the dances fast.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour typically comes to Atlanta. This may be on that I might have to buy a ticket to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I just saw that the tour will be 7:30 p.m. Jan. 25 in the Arena at Gwinnett Center in Duluth, 6400 Sugarloaf Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheduled to be on the tour are Lance Bass, Toni Braxton, Maurice Greene, Marlee Matlin,  Mark Ballas, Derek Hough, Kym Johnson, Lacey Schwimmer, Karina Smirnoff and Fabian Sanchez. Cloris Leachman will be busy. She's filming a movie with Quentin Tarantino. You know, the one starring Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets go on sale at 10 a.m. Monday. They are $52.50-$168. Yikes! Maybe I won't be going after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 404-249-6400.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5063574076456054481?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5063574076456054481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5063574076456054481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5063574076456054481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5063574076456054481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-hot-dancer.html' title='Hot, hot dancer'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SRHNFRBiyxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WweKC6_uJm0/s72-c/maksim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-4925503808993059870</id><published>2008-11-04T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:37:14.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>I voted early. Last Monday at the Government Center. I waited about 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted early because I knew I'd have to work today. I thought I'd have to wait a long, long time today. I was wrong. When I visited my precinct, Rothschild Middle School, I found out that even when there were 250 people in line, it only took 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that Nancy Boren's office had trained the poll workers very, very well. For the first time, I saw queues like the ones you see in amusement park lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new thing was the "greeter" at each precinct. This person asked every person who was in line if they were a new voter to make sure that he was in the right precinct. What a great idea. I mean wouldn't it suck if you stood in line for 90 minutes only to find out that you were in the wrong place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went smoothly at the two precincts I went to — Rothschild and St. John AME Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to meet some really neat people like Sandy Dowdell at Rothschild and Debora Grant at St. John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy is a top salesman at HH Gregg and has been working the polls for 19 years. He made his way from a volunteer to assistant poll manager to poll manager. It was his first year at Rothschild, so he wanted to make sure things were running well. When he got to the school at 5:30 a.m., there were already 50 people waiting in line. Some brought lawn chairs and blankets. By the time he opened the doors at 7 a.m., there were about 250 people in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there about 2:30 p.m., people could just walk in and vote and leave. But Sandy was expecting another surge around 4:30 p.m. as people got off work. He told me to come back around 8:15 p.m. to get the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just about right on time about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at St. John's, Grant, who is the pastor of the church, had set up a table just outside the door of the fellowship hall where the voting took place. She was offering coffee, tea, cider, juice, water and snacks for both voters and poll workers. If people could pay for it, fine. If not, that was fine, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the side, were some folks selling hot dogs and fish sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost like a festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also had prayer night Tuesday, where there wasn't a service. She was just offering her sanctuary for people to pray for "our country, our leaders, our community, and most of all, to pray for peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the newspaper, our editors had a plan and we were all split up across the city. Besides the reporters, we had folks from advertising and circulation departments helping us. And we had students from Columbus High, Harris County High and Brookstone School going to precincts to get results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we had to do is go to our assigned precinct, get the results and call them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finished by 9 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and watching the returns on ABC and flipping back to Andrew Zimmern and "Bizarre Food" on the Travel Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my sister Dorothy tonight. I told her that South Carolina has gone for McCain. She said she wasn't surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week, she goes to the Saturday outdoor market. She said she was talking to a woman and told her that she had voted early. The woman asked if she voted the right way. Dorothy told her she voted the left way! And the woman said, "Good for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was voting last week, I met my sister-in-law, Cheryl. She said she and Fred split the vote every year. She votes Democrat and he votes Republican. "We cancel each other out every year," she said. But I told her that every vote counts. She ought to know. She lived in Florida during that disastrous 2000 presidential election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've done my part. We'll see what happens as the night goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-4925503808993059870?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4925503808993059870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=4925503808993059870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4925503808993059870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/4925503808993059870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-1765208153137935708</id><published>2008-11-03T22:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:28:08.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>381 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQ_AFdHhgnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VA5tcxm1DqA/s1600-h/Rosa+Parks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQ_AFdHhgnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VA5tcxm1DqA/s400/Rosa+Parks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264637689367462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Rosa Parks' police mug shot. It's part of the exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been to the Columbus Public Library lately, you need to go. Not to check out any books, but to see "381 Days," the incredible exhibit from the Smithsonian Institution. The exhibit was the commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the Montgomery bus boycott that began when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Friday night to a special viewing of the exhibit before it opened to the public on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a powerful exhibit. And it's one that takes more than a few minutes to absorb. I went through it, but I need to go back and really read each panel and look at the photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge everyone to see the exhibit, though you've got a little time. It closes in mid-January. I walked through the exhibit with local and state politicians, educators, lawyers, bankers, doctors, arts patrons — both black and white — and the gallery was silent as people took in the panels. Even the most talkative of us were reverently quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly a special exhibit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-1765208153137935708?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1765208153137935708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=1765208153137935708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1765208153137935708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1765208153137935708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/381-days.html' title='381 Days'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQ_AFdHhgnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VA5tcxm1DqA/s72-c/Rosa+Parks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-1641442832206373403</id><published>2008-10-31T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:16:38.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQtj12V19dI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3xZVDaPKAxc/s1600-h/sandra+pup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQtj12V19dI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3xZVDaPKAxc/s400/sandra+pup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263410366283904466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I am with Johnny, the German shepherd near the bottom left, Robert (the yellow Lab) next to me and Lilly (the golden retriever), getting lots of doggie love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I love dogs. My friend Troy can't believe it when I stop to say hello to every dog I see on the street when we're walking down Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my delight every year when members of the Columbus Kennel Club come with their dogs to talk about their annual dog show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's 9 a.m.-3 p.m. on the grounds of North Highland Assembly of God Church, 7300 Whittlesey Road. Organizers say there's more room there than at Lakebottom Park and lots more parking than at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bummed out because I've got to be at Steeplechase all day and I'm going to miss the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I got to see some of the dogs Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I got to see in person, a Bouvier de Flandres, the cattle dog of Flanders, and the Kerry Blue terrier, who used to be known as the Irish terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the beautiful standard poodle, Pru, whom I met last year when she was about 10-months-old. She'll be 2 in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triplets were the hit, though. They're actually not triplets, but siblings from the same litter. They are Xindi, Kudzu and Voxx, the Vizslas (Hungarian bird dogs) owned by Trish and Wayne James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me years ago that he wanted a dog he could hunt with and she wanted a dog she could show. So they're trained in field trials &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; prance around a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three dogs are just stunning! I was afraid one of my colleagues would kidnap Kudzu. But Trish got all three home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you go into Publix and you'll see everyone you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people I ran into was Mike Blackwell, someone I've known for a long, long time. He's a local music promoter and I had no idea he had any dogs until I saw a huge bag of dog food in his cart. I asked what kind of dogs he had that he'd have to get that big a bag of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to come out to his truck and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has Weimaraners! And they're gorgeous. One is female and the other a male. Heidi wanted to say hello and lick me. The boy sat on the floor on the passenger side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he has 11 babies at the farm. His Great Pyrenees mated with his male and she had 11 babies! Actually, she had 12 but one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have one of those puppies, but they when full grown, they can weigh as much as 100 lbs. I don't need a dog that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Japan in 1998, one of my Aunt Keiko's neighbors had one and he was gorgeous. His coat was so thick that in the summer, the owner made sure that his dog house had air conditioning. Yes, the dog house was air-conditioned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go out to Mike's farm soon to visit the puppies. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-1641442832206373403?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1641442832206373403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=1641442832206373403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1641442832206373403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/1641442832206373403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dogs.html' title='Dogs!'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQtj12V19dI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3xZVDaPKAxc/s72-c/sandra+pup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7091219419853183834</id><published>2008-10-30T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:11:05.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steeplechase updates</title><content type='html'>Because of the fire at Bibb Mill, access to the RiverMill Event Centre is a little iffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the venue has been changed. If you have a ticket to the Chasers Eve party Friday night, please call the Steeplechase office to get details. It will be at a private home, and the home owner doesn't want the address to be made public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tickets to Galloping Gourmets competition Saturday morning are still available for $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffle tickets for the 2009 Acura TL are also available for $100. There will be 1,000 sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets for Galloping Gourmets and the raffle are limited, so if you want one, buy one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 706-324-6252.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7091219419853183834?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7091219419853183834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7091219419853183834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7091219419853183834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7091219419853183834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/steeplechase-updates.html' title='Steeplechase updates'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6521542488272321008</id><published>2008-10-29T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:54:27.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steeplechase at Callaway Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQkhJgMNe3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/lp1XZHtKBPs/s1600-h/110607steeplechase_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQkhJgMNe3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/lp1XZHtKBPs/s400/110607steeplechase_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262774086702824306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been to all 23 Steeplechase events. But I've been to a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit I was  the first to report someone saying, "Oh, there are horses here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I think Steeplechase became a social event, instead of a sporting event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's always a lot of fun. The one year I went with my friends Oz Roberts and Tom McCafferty may have been the best one. It was freezing that day. Really, really cold. We must have spent more time sitting in the car than out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing about Steeplechase. Some years, it's really chilly. Other years, it's almost summer-like. Hot, cold, rain, fog. I've seen it all. This year, it's supposed to be sunny and mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year, I was wandering around the Infield talking to people for a story and a handsome young man came up to me and introduced himself. It was Tom Ford and we've been really good friends ever since. He moved to California in 1995 and I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1996, Cameron Faucette and I went. In between races, we'd walk across the track to visit friends in the Terrace or check out what was going on in the Infield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, she yells, "Hockey players!" The Columbus Cottonmouths had just started playing and we were hooked. We went over to talk to the players, who were injured and couldn't play. There was an unfamiliar face and when we asked who he was, he told us his name and that he was the new goaltender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the newsroom, I told Mark Rice, who was our hockey writer at the time. And he reported it, after he confirmed it with the general manager, who was Phil Roberto. Phil started calling Mark "Scoop" after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, I told Phil that story and he started laughing. He said he named the wrong writer "Scoop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I'll be at Steeplechase to judge the Galloping Gourmets competition and later the L-E's Best Terrace Box competition. And I'll be writing the goings-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me, stop me and tell me what you're doing at Steeplechase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6521542488272321008?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6521542488272321008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6521542488272321008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6521542488272321008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6521542488272321008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/steeplechase-at-callaway-gardens.html' title='Steeplechase at Callaway Gardens'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQkhJgMNe3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/lp1XZHtKBPs/s72-c/110607steeplechase_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8428532196720479613</id><published>2008-10-29T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:26:41.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary movies</title><content type='html'>Around this time, every year, people ask me what movie scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that close-up of Lucy Liu in the first "Charlie's Angels" movie, it would have to be "The Changeling." No, not the one with Angelina Jolie that's coming out sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 1980 movie with George C. Scott and Trish Van Devere. He played a man whose wife and child were killed in an accident. He moves to start a new life, and she helps him buy this spooky old mansion. Of course, the mansion is haunted by a little boy. It wasn't gory. It was just scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night before Halloween, I was alone and I watched "Halloween." I lived in a ground-floor apartment and I checked and double-checked that my windows were locked. I mean, I had what, four windows in the entire apartment and i was checking them. Again, that original "Halloween" wasn't gory. Just scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not watch what passes for "scary" these days, which seems to mean a lot of blood. I just can't watch those kinds of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what movies scare you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8428532196720479613?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8428532196720479613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8428532196720479613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8428532196720479613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8428532196720479613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/scar.html' title='Scary movies'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-702962803348212425</id><published>2008-10-28T21:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:09:06.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS, Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQfEcxbrmdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rArNo01RoJs/s1600-h/flatley300,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQfEcxbrmdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rArNo01RoJs/s400/flatley300,2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262390688190536146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years ago I did a phone interview with Michael Flatley. I can't remember what the occasion was. He must have been performing in Atlanta with one of his shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know why I thought he'd be a difficult interview. He just seemed rather arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my delight, he was very, very nice. Humble, even. Since then, I had a much different view of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been guest judge on "Dancing With the Stars" this week because of head judge Len Goodman's crazy trans-Atlantic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, he danced. I know he's closer to 50 than 40 now, but he hasn't lost a step. I still can't believe how fast he taps. I took tap class for years and I know how difficult the routine he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Finally, Cloris Leachman was voted off. I completely agreed with judge Carrie Ann Inaba last night when she said, "We lost Toni Braxton for this?" after watching Leachman's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leachman inexplicably stayed for six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one to go? I'll bet it's Susan Lucci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-702962803348212425?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/702962803348212425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=702962803348212425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/702962803348212425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/702962803348212425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dwts-week-6.html' title='DWTS, Week 6'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQfEcxbrmdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rArNo01RoJs/s72-c/flatley300,2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-436701652276069687</id><published>2008-10-27T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:08:10.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS</title><content type='html'>I'm convinced that the judges want Brooke Burke to win this season's disco ball trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of the other couples were so much better, including Lance Bass, Cody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linley&lt;/span&gt; and Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sapp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Maybe the implants are wowing the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue to vote for Warren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hip hop segment was great fun to watch. Lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tonight was Cloris Leachman's final night on the show. But I've been wrong before. Maybe it will be Susan Lucci's last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-436701652276069687?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/436701652276069687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=436701652276069687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/436701652276069687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/436701652276069687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dwts_27.html' title='DWTS'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6513628052918499329</id><published>2008-10-25T16:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:13:17.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chihuahuas Rule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQOLUA8T_8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/uy_Y-Jc-IVU/s1600-h/1026_bit+chihuahua+M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQOLUA8T_8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/uy_Y-Jc-IVU/s400/1026_bit+chihuahua+M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261201965665484738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, a Chihuahua won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a judge for the Petland Pet Costume Contest this afternoon. Other judges were my colleague Tim Chitwood and Columbus public relations guru Sheila Salter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I own a Chihuahua, there were two other people who agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'il Bit, is a tiny, tiny Chihuahua, unlike my giant Chi, Chipper. She was dressed as a homeless Chi. She wore a teeny knitted cap and a sandwich board. On one side, it said "Economy hitting hard" and the other side said "Will bark for treats." Around her neck, she had a tiny tin can with the word "treats" written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our photo chief, Mike Haskey, took this marvelous photo of L'il Bit. Mike and his wife, Rebecca, own two Chihuahuas. But we are not biased at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all liked the fact that the owners used a lot of creativity in dressing up their dog. I spoke to the owner later and she said L'il Bit won the same contest two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second place went to Ink, a turtle dressed as a queen. She made her way majestically across the parking lot, followed by her princesses, two huge dogs that were dressed as Snow White and Cinderella. I can't remember their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third place was Punk, a white poodle dyed green with a red mouth. Of course, playing the Joker from the last "Batman" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the pets, mostly dogs, but including the turtle and a guinea pig, were wonderful. I wish they could all win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6513628052918499329?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6513628052918499329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6513628052918499329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6513628052918499329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6513628052918499329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/chihuahuas-rule.html' title='Chihuahuas Rule!'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQOLUA8T_8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/uy_Y-Jc-IVU/s72-c/1026_bit+chihuahua+M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5102188875813545271</id><published>2008-10-24T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:51:28.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy Saturday</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I did it! I said yes. Not once, but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, I have to go to the Columbus Public Library at 10 a.m. for the uncrating of the Smithsonian's Montgomery bus boycott exhibit. That is going to be a very interesting exhibit and our library is the only one of two libraries to get this exhibit. It goes on view Nov. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1-3 p.m., I'm going to be a judge for Petland's pet costume contest. That's going to be great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, I've got to go into work to write the story about that exhibit in the library for Sunday's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 6 p.m., I am judging another costume contest. This one is for Spooktacular downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a busy day. But lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still debating whether to bring one of my babies with me. I think Pookie Belle will be the best behaved of the three. She's the sweetest dog we've ever had. It's amazing because Chipper is her father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5102188875813545271?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5102188875813545271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5102188875813545271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5102188875813545271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5102188875813545271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-saturday.html' title='A busy Saturday'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6630086689718560265</id><published>2008-10-23T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:22:50.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sculpture Walk 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQExVPr93tI/AAAAAAAAAso/w0gFpOIdYoQ/s1600-h/MomCanKeep_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQExVPr93tI/AAAAAAAAAso/w0gFpOIdYoQ/s400/MomCanKeep_A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260540080803405522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wait until you walk around downtown. There are 15 new sculptures on Broadway between 12th and 10th streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought last year's was a great group of sculptures. I think this year's is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown Columbus tried mightily to keep all of the new sculptures covered, but as Uptown president Richard Bishop said, some people get curious, especially after a few drinks late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of the sculptures' covers were torn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official unveiling was tonight. There were more than 150 people at the RiverCenter for the Performing Arts, listening to Bishop, Reynolds Bickerstaff and Larry Sanders talk about the importance of public art and the success of last year's Sculpture Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard said he was hoping to sell 25 percent of the sculptures, and was very pleased to exceed that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four sculptures were sold and three are on loan. Columbus Regional Healthcare bought "May Flower," which was the People's Choice and Friends of Uptown bought "Saturday Distraction." Private collectors bought "Garden" and "Gathering of Eagles." Richard said "Gathering of Eagles" will eventually go to the collector's garden, but right now, it's still in the median of Broadway in front of our building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fifth sculpture, a gorgeous piece made by children in the Thompson-Pound Art Project, was donated by those kids. It's in front of CB&amp;amp;T's main branch on the corner of 12th Street and Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On loan are "Potato Man," which is in front of Subway, and "Mickey Watcher," which is in the median on Broadway at 11th Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also still here is "Paddle Wave," which is in the median of Broadway in front of our building. Christopher Fennell built that out of wood that came out of one of the mills that was being renovated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we still have eight sculptures from last year and 15 new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love "Phoenix," created by my old friend Jon Lumpkin. Jon is not old. I've just known him since he was a teenager. It's a huge piece that's on the southwest corner of 10th Street and Broadway. It's spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Geissler, who did "May Flower," Sherri Treeby who did "Saturday Distraction" and Gregory Johnson, who did "Gathering of Eagles," all have new pieces on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geissler's "Ma Can I Keep Him?" is a little girl holding a huge cat. She told me earlier today that the model of the little girl is the daughter of the owner of the foundry where she used to get her pieces cast. The cat is her very own Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson told me the story behind "Fishtale." When he was a little boy, he went fishing with his Uncle Ray. He hooked a huge catfish. Johnson asked his uncle for help, who told him that he hooked it, he reels it in. So he said he turned his back to the pond, put the pole over his shoulder and started walking. He dragged that big fish to the bank, where his uncle took it off the hook and with his knife, pinned the fish in a tree to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later, after his uncle and both parents died, his sister sent a packet of photographs. In the packet was a photo of Johnson with the fish. He couldn't believe that the fish was only about seven inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fishtale" is shows Johnson as a little boy. Instead of a catfish, he's holding a large-mouth bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson has made statues of his wife, children and neighborhood kids, but the first time he made a statue of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be raining tomorrow, but the weather should be good Saturday. Walk around Saturday and check out all the sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll like what you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6630086689718560265?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6630086689718560265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6630086689718560265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6630086689718560265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6630086689718560265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/sculpture-walk-2008.html' title='Sculpture Walk 2008'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SQExVPr93tI/AAAAAAAAAso/w0gFpOIdYoQ/s72-c/MomCanKeep_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7203697975519518066</id><published>2008-10-22T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:19:29.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Blackwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SP_MHwyNJCI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dv1Gprq77cI/s1600-h/mr-blackwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SP_MHwyNJCI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dv1Gprq77cI/s400/mr-blackwell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260147323518657570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call myself a fashion person, but I'm really not that obsessed like some people. I mean, I am obsessed with "Project Runway," but that's just really good television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do now that Mr. Blackwell has died. He died Sunday at age 86.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like so many people, loved his Worst Dressed List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who were on the list: Pop tarts like Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera; self-proclaimed divas like Victoria Beckham and Mariah Carey; royals like Queen Elizabeth and Camilla Parker-Bowles; icons like Martha Stewart and Cher; celebutante Paris Hilton; respected actors like Meryl Streep and Diane Keaton; and in recent years, men like Dennis Rodman and Marilyn Manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to do that now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7203697975519518066?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7203697975519518066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7203697975519518066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7203697975519518066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7203697975519518066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/mr-blackwell.html' title='Mr. Blackwell'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SP_MHwyNJCI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dv1Gprq77cI/s72-c/mr-blackwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3295793622871636931</id><published>2008-10-21T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:14:07.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars, Week 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SP6MTdc3j4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/LcipUg7ygDI/s1600-h/Toni-Braxton-s03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SP6MTdc3j4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/LcipUg7ygDI/s400/Toni-Braxton-s03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259795680766431106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that I watched the first hour of "Dancing With the Stars." I just wasted an hour of my time. It was a recap of all the dances from last night. They showed all eight dances in an hour. It took 90 minutes last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm waiting to see who is going to be booted off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren Sapp and Cloris Leachman have already been saved half an hour into the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the big dance production number is a lot of fun. It's called something like "Dancing Through the Decades." It started out with a fabulous tap number a la the Nicholas Brothers. Then it went with a James Brown thing, break dancing and ended up with a futuristic number. Nicely done, as judge Len Goodman says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe it! Toni Braxton is going home. I had chosen her as my frontrunner this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the actors do the bi-coastal thing like Cameron Mathison did last season and Susan Lucci is doing this year. Goodman is doing the trans-Atlantic travel. He hosts the British version and then goes to Los Angeles. Next week, apparently there's a conflict and Michael Flatley of Riverdance fame is going to take his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's be very interesting. I can't imagine Flatley being as critical as Goodman. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3295793622871636931?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3295793622871636931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3295793622871636931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3295793622871636931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3295793622871636931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-with-stars-week-5.html' title='Dancing with the Stars, Week 5'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SP6MTdc3j4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/LcipUg7ygDI/s72-c/Toni-Braxton-s03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3497795464758637351</id><published>2008-10-20T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:41:41.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS</title><content type='html'>It's half-way through the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloris Leachman is still there. But Misty May-Treanor is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Misty had not been hurt, I'm sure she'd be in the competition giving Brooke Burke a run for the trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe Brooke Burke is on top of the leader board. Brooke Burke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a Warren Sapp fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I've got to vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see who's voted off tomorrow night. The way things are going, I have no idea. Every week, I think Leachman will be the one booted off. And every week, it's someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3497795464758637351?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3497795464758637351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3497795464758637351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3497795464758637351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3497795464758637351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dwts.html' title='DWTS'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-3102887402990326859</id><published>2008-10-17T21:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:46:54.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger and her babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPk-06YTsOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/HL_PXCypJLE/s1600-h/Ginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPk-06YTsOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/HL_PXCypJLE/s400/Ginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258303118677094626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think I've got it figured out. Here's Patty's cell phone photo of Ginger and her babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-3102887402990326859?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3102887402990326859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=3102887402990326859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3102887402990326859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/3102887402990326859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginger-and-her-babies.html' title='Ginger and her babies'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPk-06YTsOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/HL_PXCypJLE/s72-c/Ginger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7720642511916016776</id><published>2008-10-17T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:36:45.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger is a mama</title><content type='html'>Ginger, Fred and Cheryl's Chihuahua, had her babies this after. In something like six hours, she gave birth to five babies. Three boys and two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen them yet, but my sister Nancy and our mother were there when babies 3 and 4 were born. They left when my other sister Patty got to Fred's house. She said No. 5 came after they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Ginger's maternal instincts kicked in right away. She was very attentive and fed her babies right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty sent me a picture of them on my cell phone. I've been trying to send them to both of my e-mail accounts, but since I'm technologically impaired, I haven't received them yet. And they should have been here long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get some real photos, I'll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! Here it is. I finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Didn't work. Like I said, I'll post pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7720642511916016776?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7720642511916016776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7720642511916016776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7720642511916016776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7720642511916016776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginger-is-mama.html' title='Ginger is a mama'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-9098967305314867683</id><published>2008-10-17T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:19:08.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest at the RiverCenter</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember some time ago, I wrote about the RiverCenter for the Performing Arts' Ambassadors Network?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first event was a wine tasting and it was very successful. I'm a tee-totaler, but I tried several of the wines. I had a great time, seeing lots and lots of my friends. And meeting new ones, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second event is next Saturday from 2-6 p.m. It's Oktoberfest at the RiverCenter with a beer tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be 20 beers from around the world, along with three Reislings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's $35, and that includes food samples from local restaurants and traditional German music by Pete and Mike. These two guys can be seen on a regular basis at the Bavarian House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeds benefit the programs that  support the RiverCenter and its outreach programs like ArtsReach. ArtsReach allows underserved populations to see shows that they would normally not be able to see. Other programs include master classes, pre-performance lectures and matinees for schoolchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's limited to 400 tickets, so you'd better order your tickets soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing the e-mail I got from the RiverCenter said that you have to be 21 or older. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are available only at the RiverCenter box office and no tickets will be sold at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 706-256-3612.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-9098967305314867683?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/9098967305314867683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=9098967305314867683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/9098967305314867683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/9098967305314867683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/oktoberfest-at-rivercenter.html' title='Oktoberfest at the RiverCenter'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8750582517160313935</id><published>2008-10-17T16:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:21:29.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain City Ensemble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPko2y5JOgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/fh1irDvxSik/s1600-h/FountainCityJapan2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPko2y5JOgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/fh1irDvxSik/s400/FountainCityJapan2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258278961771264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Columbus State University Schwob Department of Music professors Andree Martin, Paul Vaillancourt, Amy Griffiths and Lisa Oberlander became the Fountain City Ensemble about four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them, I can't remember which one, was going to perform in Kiryu, Japan, and the other three wanted to go. So they decided to form an ensemble and all four of them got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andree and Paul are married, and Amy and Lisa have known each other since their college days.&lt;br /&gt; In the photo, Andree (left-to-right), Paul, Amy and Lisa, are in Kiryu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year since then, they have performed a program that included a commissioned piece. Apparently, there isn't much repertoire for flute, percussion, saxophone and clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quartet's Oct. 27 concert is the first with a commissioned piece. But it is still a very contemporary program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very intrigued by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a piece by a composer named Jacob ter Veldhuis, who is better known as Jacob TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dutch composer, who calls himself an "avant pop composer," is obsessed with American pop culture and he has a piece called "Heartbreakers." He uses video and audio clips from "The Jerry Springer Show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reworking of Gregorian chants called "Chance Chants" by Barbara Kolb, along with a multimedia presentation of Louis Andriessen's "Workers Union," which features clips from the 1927 movie "Metropolis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have more about the concert in next week's To Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert is at 7:30 p.m. in the Studio Theatre. It's free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8750582517160313935?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8750582517160313935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8750582517160313935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8750582517160313935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8750582517160313935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/fountain-city-ensemble.html' title='Fountain City Ensemble'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPko2y5JOgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/fh1irDvxSik/s72-c/FountainCityJapan2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7299937633483178022</id><published>2008-10-16T20:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:51:49.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPfhMrm9xSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UMtwqDHMzI8/s1600-h/Chipper+as+the+devil.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPfhMrm9xSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UMtwqDHMzI8/s400/Chipper+as+the+devil.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257918697959179554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people think I shouldn't dress my Chipper up. But he looked so cute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, he really, really looks unhappy, doesn't he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking for costumes for my Piiko and Pookie Belle, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me if I'm wrong to dress up my babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7299937633483178022?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7299937633483178022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7299937633483178022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7299937633483178022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7299937633483178022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-and-pets.html' title='Halloween and pets'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPfhMrm9xSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UMtwqDHMzI8/s72-c/Chipper+as+the+devil.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-2510036359731411850</id><published>2008-10-15T22:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:18:43.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y'/><title type='text'>Project Runway Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPakPIpbOXI/AAAAAAAAArw/bZNxpTRDdAQ/s1600-h/LeanneMarshall"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPakPIpbOXI/AAAAAAAAArw/bZNxpTRDdAQ/s400/LeanneMarshall" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257570194927860082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have got to be kidding me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leanne Marshall won. Her collection was so boring. The colors were all the same and her petals were repetitive. The long gown was gorgeous, but the rest ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really, truly loved Korto's collection. The colors and designs were great and I bet I could have worn any of her clothes. Well, they would have to be cut down but they were all very wearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The judges were so wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy to hear that she was the favorite of viewers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am glad that Kenley didn't win. Did you hear her say she should have been nicer to Tim Gunn when he was announced as the fourth judge? Jennifer Lopez was supposed to be there, but she hurt her foot and couldn't make the taping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I really think it was kind of a disappointing season. I really didn't think there were any outstanding personalities or special designers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think Ralph Wimberly needs to be on the show. He's the former costumer at the Springer Opera House and he not only can design costumes, he can make some gorgeous dresses. When I win the lottery, he's going to make all my clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-2510036359731411850?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2510036359731411850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=2510036359731411850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2510036359731411850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2510036359731411850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/project-runway-finale.html' title='Project Runway Finale'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPakPIpbOXI/AAAAAAAAArw/bZNxpTRDdAQ/s72-c/LeanneMarshall' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6371308092208577351</id><published>2008-10-14T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:01:08.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS, Week 4</title><content type='html'>OK. Rocco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DiSpirito&lt;/span&gt; and Cloris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leachman&lt;/span&gt; are the bottom two of all the contestants on "Dancing With the Stars."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Misty May-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Treanor&lt;/span&gt; had not dropped out last week because of her blown Achilles tendon, Rocco would have not made it to this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still astounded that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leachman&lt;/span&gt; is still in the competition, but there she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocco is going home. He was pretty bad. But not as painful as watching him try to open a restaurant a couple of seasons ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6371308092208577351?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6371308092208577351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6371308092208577351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6371308092208577351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6371308092208577351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dwts-week-4.html' title='DWTS, Week 4'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-2912231657332090016</id><published>2008-10-13T20:00:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:37:30.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chihuahuas. Not Beverly Hills, but Columbus, Ga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPix1dG_gI/AAAAAAAAAro/6POTKO3Sv_Q/s1600-h/Chipper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPix1dG_gI/AAAAAAAAAro/6POTKO3Sv_Q/s400/Chipper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256794535862140418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Chipper, a 6-year-old long-haired Chi. He looks sweet, doesn't he? Don't let that fool you. He's mean as a snake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPh1xjoxoI/AAAAAAAAArg/L_j1nzWnUe0/s1600-h/Ginger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPh1xjoxoI/AAAAAAAAArg/L_j1nzWnUe0/s400/Ginger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256793504023627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginger, the expectant mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPhpP5DU6I/AAAAAAAAArY/4z_w6vqGE24/s1600-h/Chester.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPhpP5DU6I/AAAAAAAAArY/4z_w6vqGE24/s400/Chester.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256793288828212130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chester, AKA, the Fat Dog, is a rescue dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPha8SuaBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v7jx9T1Acxs/s1600-h/Pete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPha8SuaBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v7jx9T1Acxs/s400/Pete.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256793043049015314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pete, the one who started it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, many years, Cheryl, my sweet sister-in-law, was the biggest cat lover in the world. Everything was about her cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, about seven years ago, she bought a Chihuahua for her ailing father. He named him Pete. Pete really looks like the Taco Bell Chi. He was always a little skittish, but he's much better now. He doesn't hesitate to come up to you to be picked up and petted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then six years ago I got Chipper. He's a long-haired Chihuahua, and is the cutest thing. But he's got this unattractive mean streak in him. He can be sitting quietly, snuggling next to you. And the next second, he's biting hard enough to draw blood. Then he's apologetic. But it's too late. You're bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost three years ago, Fred, my brother, bought Ginger as a birthday/Christmas present for Cheryl. She's been hanging around with a Chihuahua in the neighborhood and she's expecting puppies any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then earlier this year, Cheryl got Chester. He's a big, fat Chihuahua. In fact, on the Fourth of July, two of her nephews walked in who had never seen him before. One of them said, "Where did the fat dog come from?" The other said, "He looks like a watermelon with legs." That's funny because my sister Dorothy said he weighs as much as a watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chester is a really good-natured dog. He just loves to eat. Kind of like an Okamoto. So he actually fits right in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Cheryl said, "You know I've always loved cats, but I really love the little dogs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've always had dogs, but they've been bigger dogs. They've had two beagles, a rottweiler and a huge Welsh corgi. They did have a little terrier named Sunny, but he disappeared one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't name the cats that Cheryl has had. The one that we all loved was Rosie. She was a kitten when my mother's beloved Cherry was a puppy. The two of them would play and when we'd leave the house, when we got home, they'd be sleeping together. We lost Cherry several years ago and Rosie died earlier this year. We were all sad to see her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl just has one cat now, Harry. He's a huge, black cat with gorgeous eyes and he responds when you call him. He usually shows up in the evening. He was such a cute little baby. Cheryl rescued him and a sibling at a fast-food drive-through when they lived in Florida. Fred originally said she couldn't keep them. He had one in each hand and said they were called "Humane" and "Society." Cheryl found a home for Jelly, but kept Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger will probably have at least two puppies. When I was holding her last night, one of them kicked at me when I was stroking her bulging belly. Ginger's usually very hyper, running around and barking. Last night, she just went upstairs and got on Fred and Cheryl's bed, just  nesting under the covers. I think that's a sign that she's getting ready to have her babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught by surprise when Piiko had her puppies. I really didn't think she was that close to having them. I had a box ready for her, but she had them at the foot of my bed on a beach towel that she liked to curl up on. Am I glad I had that beach towel. Two of them woke me up around 6:30 a.m., squeaking and squealing. I took Piiko and the puppies to the box, where she had two more. The last one was dead, and she'd pushed her aside. I had gone to shower and when I came out, I found her. I wished that I had been there when she was born. I may have been able to get her to breathe. She was pure white, just like Piiko. The other three were born jet black. They are all silver now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have Miss Pookie Belle now, too, the product of Piiko and Chipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jessica came home this weekend, hoping to see the puppies, but Ginger didn't have them. She went back to the University of Florida this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're all waiting for the new arrivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they're here, I'll take pictures and post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-2912231657332090016?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2912231657332090016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=2912231657332090016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2912231657332090016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/2912231657332090016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/chihuahuas-not-beverly-hills-but.html' title='Chihuahuas. Not Beverly Hills, but Columbus, Ga.'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPix1dG_gI/AAAAAAAAAro/6POTKO3Sv_Q/s72-c/Chipper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-5448621813323189307</id><published>2008-10-13T17:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:52:35.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Burks and Val Kilmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPCUnSsgvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/YVg9TmCThUA/s1600-h/Val+Kilmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPCUnSsgvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/YVg9TmCThUA/s400/Val+Kilmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256758849472070386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Burks (far right) with his son, Jason (far left) and Val Kilmer on the set of "Dragon Sword."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this should be Sandra Okamoto and Val Kilmer. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend named Michael Burks. I've known him for many years. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just started working here at the Ledger-Enquirer, and he just got out of the Air Force and was working at WRBL-TV 3. He likes to tell people that he would be my escort as I visited clubs around town late at night. It's true. There were some place that I didn't want to go alone. And I'd drag Michael out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started dating beautiful Star, whom he married, and he left Columbus after rejoining the Air Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all about him, until he came back to town. He had recently retired as a colonel and was the executive director of the Columbus Symphony Orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he left the symphony, went to work at Uptown Columbus. His job got eliminated and now he's doing part-time work for the LaGrange arts groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in between the time he was in England (where he was stationed at the same base my nephew Scott was) and the time he got back to Columbus, he struck up a friendship with Tom Reeve, a British director and writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael started writing movie scripts and he's had two of them made into movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was called "Diggity: A Home at Last," which was partially filmed in Columbus. It starred Andrew McCarthy, Louise Lombard, Bill Treacher and Sonny Shroyer, who may be best known as Enos on "The Dukes of Hazzard." It's about a ne'er do well, played by McCarthy, who learns he's inherited an English estate. The estate is falling down, and he's followed by a young boy who thinks if he can help Raymond, McCarthy's character, he'll get his wings and go to heaven. It was released in 2000, and I went to the premiere here at Hollywood Connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard all about the filming of this one. How cold it was in England and all that stuff. I thought it was funny when Michael was complaining about sitting around waiting on the set. I think he thought movies were made like television shows. Kind of in one week and everything is done. Nope. Movies are all about sitting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second movie, "George and the Dragon," was the movie he didn't really talk a lot about. I don't know why. It had a much bigger budget and huge stars — James Purefoy, Piper Perabo, Patrick Swayze, Michael Clarke Duncan, Joan Plowright and Simon Callow. OK, so Purefoy and Perabo aren't huge stars. But the others are pretty big stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one he left out in my conversations with him? Val Kilmer. The bugger knew I love Val Kilmer. OK, maybe not as much as Russell Crowe, but he's right up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he did was send me a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, renamed "Dragon Sword," is based on the story of St. George and the dragon. It can be seen at 5 p.m. Saturday and again at 3 p.m. Nov. 1 on the Sci-Fi Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on that channel in 2006 and I watched it. I liked it. I don't know why it didn't get a theatrical release. I think Michael said it was out on DVD, but I haven't seen it in the stores. But then again, I haven't looked. I just might. I can get Michael to sign my copy for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-5448621813323189307?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5448621813323189307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=5448621813323189307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5448621813323189307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/5448621813323189307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/michael-burks.html' title='Michael Burks and Val Kilmer'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPCUnSsgvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/YVg9TmCThUA/s72-c/Val+Kilmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-844456582024109265</id><published>2008-10-13T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:50:59.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Ta-Tas</title><content type='html'>I met Columbus State University art major Josh Horne on the street a few weeks ago. I was walking to an interview and I saw a friend of mine who stopped me to talk to him. Then he said, "Oh, there's someone who wants to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man of my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it was Josh, who wanted to tell me about a concert he was organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, one that he and his fraternity, Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE) were organizing because he wanted to raise money to help find a cure for breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I guess that's a good reason to stop me on my way to meet the man, um, my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better way to reach people his age than through music? I know this is not publicized as much, but men also have a chance of developing breast cancer. So Josh is hoping not to only reach young women, but guys of his generation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert featuring Your Best Friend, the Sixxis, Classic Addict, Promise Drive and the Cuffs is 6-11 p.m. Wednesday on the CSU intramural field off University Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to giggle when he told me the name of the foundation that the money goes to: Save the Ta-Tas Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, Josh got involved in breast cancer awareness issues because his grandmother died of breast cancer. So did his girlfriend's grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like he says, everyone has a family member who is a survivor or who has died of breast cancer, or knows someone. That's for darned sure. My own grandmother died of breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission is a $5 donation, but give more if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Josh at 706-302-5936.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-844456582024109265?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/844456582024109265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=844456582024109265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/844456582024109265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/844456582024109265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-ta-tas.html' title='Save the Ta-Tas'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6862931889513162515</id><published>2008-10-11T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:57:36.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lettermen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPgBLDCyBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/hMrCUJrnXCc/s1600-h/Lettermen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPgBLDCyBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/hMrCUJrnXCc/s400/Lettermen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256791500821547026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's kind of dark, but you can kind of see the Lettermen singing. The reason I took this photo is to send it to my friend Bill Rich, who owns RSL Theatrical. I think he should make a bid to build a proper stage for the Phenix City Amphitheatre. Not one that's made of plywood and cinder blocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, some girlfriends (Janet Roddy, Jan Crawford, Cindy Mohney and Phoebe Caldwell) and I got together for dinner for my belated birthday party. It's my fault. I just couldn't find an evening last month for us to meet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a great dinner at the Cannon Brewpub, Janet, Cindy and I went across the river to the Phenix City Amphitheatre for the concert by Gary Puckett and the Lettermen. We missed Puckett's performance, but the Lettermen were fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sang all their hits and more. They're really, really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tony Butala, the only original Letterman, said he'd been performing for 48 years. I have no idea how old he is, but he had the energy of a much younger man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the funniest things he said was during an audience participation portion of the concert. He invited people on stage to have their photos taken with them during "Up, Up and Away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When two little kids came on stage, he said, "I bet you thought you were coming to see David Letterman."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At another point, he said there were a lot of children who were probably wondering who they were. "Think of us as the Back Street Boys of the 1960s."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another great line: "We've performed in Columbus many times, but we've waited our whole careers to play Phenix City, Ala."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you're sorry you missed the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I went, and so were Janet and Cindy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6862931889513162515?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6862931889513162515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6862931889513162515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6862931889513162515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6862931889513162515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/lettermen.html' title='The Lettermen'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SPPgBLDCyBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/hMrCUJrnXCc/s72-c/Lettermen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8037999894795810285</id><published>2008-10-09T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:03:43.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Home Cooking School</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the Taste of Home Cooking School. Years and years ago, the Ledger-Enquirer sponsored the Southern Living Cooking School.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked every single one of those shows and had a wonderful time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was part of this one, too, and had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My colleague, Andrea Hernandez, who is a business writer, and I co-hosted the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, all we did was thank everyone for coming, introduced the culinary specialist, Michelle Roberts, and gave away door prizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point, a freshly-baked almond and caramel monkey bread came out of the oven. The first one was made to be given away to a lucky audience member. The second one was for us, those of us working backstage. Even though Andrea and I were technically not working backstage, we each took a piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were eating, Michelle, who was onstage, says she needs me and Andrea to give away a cookbook. Heather Williams, who was in charge of the show, yells, "They're eating!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle turns and asks, "Eating?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We run onstage to laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear it was really, really good. I'd never had monkey bread like this. Michelle put a dab of cream cheese in the middle of piece of dough. You've got to try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get the recipe tomorrow and post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, the cooking school was very, very successful. It was filled to capacity -- 800 people showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, when the school was here, Michelle said there were 200 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke to someone in the audience who said she came last year and there were no vendors. This year, local restaurants had samples of food. Many of them ran out of food by the first intermission. I know that Kevin Jones of the Villa Nova, ran out even before the show started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think everyone had a great time, except for those who waited too long to buy tickets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing sold out on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you were one of those folks who thought you could buy tickets at the door, I know you were turned away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year, buy a ticket when they first go on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you at next year's cooking school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8037999894795810285?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8037999894795810285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8037999894795810285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8037999894795810285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8037999894795810285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/taste-of-home-cooking-school.html' title='Taste of Home Cooking School'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8288124786003217535</id><published>2008-10-08T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:20:56.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Jerell is out</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerell was eliminated from "Project Runway." I really liked him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that leaves Korto, Kenley and Leanne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Korto wins. I really don't like the other two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8288124786003217535?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8288124786003217535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8288124786003217535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8288124786003217535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8288124786003217535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/jerell-is-out.html' title='Jerell is out'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6772949451464482008</id><published>2008-10-08T18:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:17:42.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Troy's directing another show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SO1oqO4Y3mI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1Gu7GNFM77M/s1600-h/Desiree+Brooks+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SO1oqO4Y3mI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1Gu7GNFM77M/s400/Desiree+Brooks+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254971414969638498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desiree Samone's (left) play will get its world premiere in Columbus' Liberty Theatre next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy Heard, the artistic director of the Chattahoochee Shakespeare Co., found a play called "A Love Supreme" by Desiree Samone. So he's producing the show in partnership with the Liberty Theatre. He'll be directing the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's set during the Civil Rights movement in New Orleans. "A Love Supreme" is about a young girl who comes of age when she discovers her talent as a jazz singer, much against her mother's wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions will be at 4 p.m. Oct. 12 and 7 p.m. Oct. 13, at the Liberty Theatre, 813 Eighth Ave. Yes, that's this Sunday and Monday. I didn't get the information until it was too late for To Do. We recently moved our deadline up and not everyone got the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The production will run Nov. 14 -22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy is looking for three women and one man: Chloe, 19-20, who narrates the play has to have a superior singing voice; Charlene, her mother, who is in her early 40s; Rita, Charlene's sister-in-law, who is in her late 30s and owns a nightclub; and Mr. Cook, a charming record producer in his late 40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in any of these roles, call Troy at 702-423-6366 or e-mail him at chattshakes@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always glad to see a theater doing new plays, and this one sounds like a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6772949451464482008?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6772949451464482008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6772949451464482008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6772949451464482008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6772949451464482008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/troys-directing-another-show.html' title='Troy&apos;s directing another show'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SO1oqO4Y3mI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1Gu7GNFM77M/s72-c/Desiree+Brooks+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6581567180840041832</id><published>2008-10-07T21:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:20:26.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS, Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank God they decided not to bring back Kim Kardashian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They decided not to eliminate anyone this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, if they had decided to let someone go, it would have been Rocco DiSpirito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he's going to have to work extra hard this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they made the right move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm watching the debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6581567180840041832?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6581567180840041832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6581567180840041832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6581567180840041832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6581567180840041832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dwts-week-3.html' title='DWTS, Week 3'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-6208001457195217610</id><published>2008-10-06T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:01:01.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With the Stars</title><content type='html'>OK. I still cannot believe that Brooke Burke is the front-runner. Brooke Burke!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got the first 10 of the season from Len Goodman. Len Goodman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misty May-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Treanor&lt;/span&gt; blew out her Achilles heel last Friday. They showed the X-ray and it's severed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother ruptured his Achilles heel while playing racquetball some years ago. It took a long time for it heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she's out for the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read online this afternoon that they were going to bring Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kardashian&lt;/span&gt; back. They didn't mention anything about that tonight. I'm glad that was just a rumor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pick for the season was Toni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm very wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sapp&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'll vote for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-6208001457195217610?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6208001457195217610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=6208001457195217610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6208001457195217610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/6208001457195217610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-with-stars.html' title='Dancing With the Stars'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-7214798849527859961</id><published>2008-10-03T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:10:42.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Deborah Singer</title><content type='html'>I wrote about former WXTX-TV 54 and WTVM 9 news anchor the other day. I said she and her fiance, Craig Stuart, are one of four couples who are trying to win an online wedding contest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I thought she said the contest was worth $8,000. Oh, no. It's worth $80,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a big difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, go to http://charlestonweddinggiveawaycom and vote for the couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-7214798849527859961?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7214798849527859961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=7214798849527859961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7214798849527859961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/7214798849527859961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/deborah-singer.html' title='Deborah Singer'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8797192681348191611</id><published>2008-10-01T23:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:23:17.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway</title><content type='html'>The challenge was to make an evening gown based on something from nature. So they went to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, where the remaining designers, Jerell Scott, Kenley Collins, Korto Momolu and Leanne Marshall, took photos of flowers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they purchased fabrics and made gorgeous gowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The judges said even though Jerell won the competition, they couldn't choose between the other three for the final three to compete to show during Fashion Week in Bryant Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all four will go home to create their runway shows for Fashion Week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the judges see all four collections, one of them will be eliminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I'm glad I didn't have to choose. Though if I did, I would definitely have chosen Korto and Jerell. I've always been annoyed with Leanne. But it's probably more about her voice than her talent. Kenley is just kind of disrespectful and defensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen what they did for the runway. (Go to bloggingprojectrunway.blogspot.com for previews of each designers' collections.) I still don't know which one will be eliminated next week. And of the collections, I truly don't know which one will win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've said all along, this season's designers are just not up to par to past seasons. I just don't know what it is. I've talked to friends who watch the show religiously and they agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we'll find out soon enough who wins this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8797192681348191611?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8797192681348191611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8797192681348191611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8797192681348191611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8797192681348191611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/project-runway.html' title='Project Runway'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91733254188092215.post-8446440864439066006</id><published>2008-10-01T14:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:56:44.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beverly Hills Chihuahua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SOPEBC0wHUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZA3-fLc8yFk/s1600-h/chihuahua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SOPEBC0wHUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZA3-fLc8yFk/s400/chihuahua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252257112661171522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Chloe in a scene from the Disney movie "Beverly Hills Chihuahua," which opens Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have an ill-tempered, hot-headed, mean-as-a-snake long-haired Chihuahua named Chipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name definitely belies his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is, however, a beautiful dog and when he's sweet, he is just a sweet dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he goes from sweet to mean in no time flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Chipper was snuggling next to me on the sofa. I moved slightly. He jumped up, whirled in my direction, bared his teeth, growled and bit me on my wrist. It happened in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me out in the next few days, ask and I'll show you the teeth marks. And the scratch on my forearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he's so bad, I can't help it. I still love the little bugger. He was the very first dog that was my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He weighed less than a pound and was so sweet. He was always wagging his tail and licking everyone. He was just a happy little dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually bought him for my mother.  She's always wanted a little long-haired Chihuahua. But at the time, her beloved Pomeranian, Cherry, was still alive. The first night, when she went to bed, she left Chipper with me. "Cherry doesn't like him," was what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left Chipper in his box in the living room. But I couldn't stand his whining and crying, so I brought him in to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know at the time that Chihuahuas will pick one person in the family and will bond with that person. That meant from that moment on, he was my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the sweet little, even-tempered dog until he was about 6-months-old. I don't know what happened. The woman I got him from simply said, "He's a Chihuahua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like that explains his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, I think he remembers that he's supposed to be my mother's dog and will go to sleep with her. That happens every six months or so or a night or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he's back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, I have Piiko, my gorgeous little Peke-a-poo, and sweet, lovable Pookie Belle. Pookie is Chipper and Piiko's offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of them sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to "Beverly Hills Chihuahua." I can't wait to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law, Cheryl, wants to see it, too. She has three Chihuahuas, and her Ginger (she's a couple of months older than Piiko) is ready to have puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91733254188092215-8446440864439066006?l=sokamoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8446440864439066006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91733254188092215&amp;postID=8446440864439066006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8446440864439066006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91733254188092215/posts/default/8446440864439066006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sokamoto.blogspot.com/2008/10/beverly-hills-chihuahua.html' title='Beverly Hills Chihuahua'/><author><name>Sandra Okamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807198713062790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SLW8TrXMo6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nZEtwr_fwDM/S220/0101:sandra+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIXCozw4vY8/SOPEBC0wHUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZA3-fLc8yFk/s72-c/chihuahua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
