So I’m walking out of the New York Bagel Deli with my warm, fresh bagels. It’s right here in Cary and sells freshly made chopped liver (I’ve been calling it pate’ at our soirees and they lick the plate clean), whitefish spread, bialys. They’re awesome. On the marquis above the door it says NYBD, a little play on initials. So I’m walking out and these two guys are walking in and I hear the one ask, “What does the BD stand for?”
Yep, we’re in the south. It may have the word north in it’s name but this is the south, people.
I’m soliciting names for my new, upcoming video keepsake business -- making photo montages and video keepsakes of special life events. It can be a tribute to someone (like for a bar mitzvah or retirement) or a video keepsake of a family trip, birth of a baby, wedding, graduation, military. Anything really.
Here are a few ideas:
“Pickle Videos – Preserving Memories One Photo At A Time”
“Montage Mahal – Video Keepsakes”
“Forget Me Not Video Albums”
So, feel free to jump right in. I need something catchy. Something clever. Something people can spell when searching it online. And if you have a set of photos from a recent event or something coming up, let’s talk!
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We’re back from Maine and Mass. What a fun trip! Both states are jam-packed with great food and wonderful sightseeing. It is definitely a trip for die-hard foodies. Too bad my pants don’t fit anymore. Maybe I need to get back in touch with Rigo at the gym. It’s time to start thinking about my CORE again. But first let me get a canoli and cappuccino and tell you about our trip. After four freakin' back and forth trips to the mountains I will be happy not to make that drive for another year. I'm not too upset that Olivia has decided to stick with day camp, either. That means next year we only have to make 2 trips. I’m just starting to get used to this and now it’s almost over. I slept in late. I got a little bit of work done. But then I’ve been obsessing over the photo websites where, in theory, you’re supposed to be able to see your campers having a grand time engaging in all kinds of enriching camp activities. I am hitting the refresh button so many times it’s starting to wear thin. I mean, throw me a bone. I’m going to have a talk with these camp photographers. Out of 300 some odd photos there is not a single one of my girl child. I think she’s bolted. She’s probably living off the land somewhere in the mountains. Sunday, July 1, 2007 – Driving home from the mountains |
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