Sticking Around at Springmingle

Amazing author, Jane Yolen, has written 300 books or more. 300. That's a lot of books.

But even amazing authors seem to take a shine to Cathy-on-a-Stick. And politely sign one of their books, even though COAS forgot to add that little sticky note so that the amazing author would know what to write.And just like that, I had an amazing idea! What if Cathy-on-a-Stick could post little notes on books? Like this note on the chapter "A Day with Joe and Bill," from the 1936 reader, Everyday Life.

And how's this for a name? The Sticky NoteBook. (Um, sorry.)

Three's a Crowd at CNN Radio

So there we were, me and Cathy-on-a-Stick, waiting to do a CNN Radio interview. (Yeah, you heard me. An interview. On CNN Radio. But that's not the story here...)



Do you have any idea the security over there at CNN? It's serious business. I'm not sure what the guy thought when he checked my bag and came across Cathy-on-a-Stick. But I put a tag on her, just to be on the safe side.



Then, out of the blue, Anderson Cooper showed up! He wasn't on a stick, but he was still looking mighty fine for a miniature cardboard guy. Pretty much perfect for Cathy-on-a-Stick.





And then, wouldn't you know it? Wolf showed up, horning in on the Situation Room. C'mon, Wolf, didn't anyone ever tell you?...Two's company. And three picture peeps are just ridiculous .

Over the Interstate, Through the Traffic, To Uncle Jimmy's House We Go

Cathy-on-a-Stick would not be happy till I took her picture with the Thanksgiving turkey.



Both of them.

(P.S. If a sis-in-law asks you to hold Cathy-on-a-Stick for a minute, you should probably refuse.)

If It's Monday, It Must Be Monks

So, Cathy-on-a-Stick hung out in the Julia Thompson Smith Chapel on the Agnes Scott College campus, watching the monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery do their thing. Namely, creating a sand painting (called a mandala). Those monks were so focused on the task at hand, they didn't even notice a pic-on-a-stick, sneaking in to take a look. But did I get a pic of the monks with your favorite pic-on-a-stick?

C'mon, people. There are some things even Cathy-on-a-Stick won't do. (But she thought about it.)

Here's a few photos of the monks, deep in sand and creation:
Visit their monastery, if you're in the Atlanta area. (Yes, the Atlanta area. Who knew? Now, you do! Tons of details at www.drepung.org)

Tales From the Pumpkin Patch

Once upon a time, there was a little cutie known as Cathy-on-a-Stick who wanted to spread a bit of Halloween cheer in the neighborhood. Namely, she wanted a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. But this particular little pic-on-a-stick had a bad, old back (and totally lacked in the opposable thumbs department). So, she was gonna need a hand (and thumbs and back and let's just throw in 20 bucks while we're at it).

"Who will help me get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch so that all the neighborhood kiddies will be delighted on Halloween and not throw eggs at my house?" she asked.

"Not I," said Oldest Junior Hall, dashing out the door to (possibly, but highly unlikely judging by the look on his face) work.

"If only I didn't have this camping thing!" said Juniorette Hall, peeling out of the neighborhood in the car formerly known as Cathy-on-a-Stick's car.

"Are you kidding?" said Juniorest Hall, who certainly did not need to shout over the phone when he added, "I'm not coming home from college just to get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch!"

"Wait. A. Minute." said Mr. Hall, looking around and noticing that he was the only one left. "Fer crying out loud," he sputtered (I'm paraphrasing here, for the sake of the kiddies).

And that is how Cathy-on-a-Stick got her pumpkins. Cathy-on-a-Stick also asked, "Who will help me carve the pumpkin?" But that's another story (with a not-so-happy ending).

She's the Birthday Girl-on-a-Stick!

Technically, those flowers are for me. But you know Cathy-on-a-Stick. She's a little stick-centered.

Some of Us Ran for a Good Cause. Some of Us, Not So Much

Look at all these young folk, just about to bust to run that 5k in the rain in the town the Dawgs built. It ALWAYS rains in Athens, Georgia. And, girl, don't they warn you. It pours, man, it pours. (That could be a song.)


I guess Cathy-on-a-Stick is more of a watcher than a runner. (That arch isn't very good at keeping pics-on-a-stick dry.)



(But thanks to all the runners who raised money for St. Jude's Children's Hospital!)