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This energetic statue is sitting in the entry way of our third floor.  Calling to my history-loving nature as well as the 1/4 artist in me, it never fails to catch my eye.  Created by renowned artist Frederic Remington in 1902, "Coming Through the Rye" beautifully captures the untamed, restless spirit of the American West, and is fitting, I think, for the innovative spririt of this company.  Except we no longer fire our guns in the air upon launching a new product.

If you like to keep in touch with the random, sometimes mundane, side of your friends and family, you must check out Twitter.com.  It's too much fun to log in from any internet-compatible device to find out someone is cutting their toenails, listening to George Michael, or standing in line at Starbucks.  Sounds silly, and, well, it is!  The wittier your friends, the better.

You can follow my random thoughts here (which is even more random than my blog, believe it or not), entries of which have multiplied 10 fold since my acquisition of an iTouch.  Makes a great diversionary tool when sitting through "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" for the 10th time, or patiently waiting for Steven to finish that one...last...potato chip from McAlister's Deli.

I've noticed that some business owners use it for announcements or trivia about their companies to their loyal fans.  I'm thinking they might be on to something... 

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As of last night, Steven weighs 42 pounds, and is 42 inches high.  I feel like I should be doing something extraordinary, because today, anything is possible. 

I believe Paul felt the same way, every day.

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I took this shot of Phil in action the other day.  No special reason, other than being profoundly jealous of his photography equipment.

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I was wondering the other day...if we strung all the speaker wire and cabling that exists within both our engineering facilities, would we be able to connect the two?

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A stones throw to the front-left of my desk, not that I would throw stones at her, sits our "Jillie," manager of marketing materials for the Energy and Mirage brands.  Not only does she have a lovely view of I-465, but she's also tucked back in a corner so when she plays tetris on her lunch hour, no one notices...except maybe the roofers.

Jill hails from Greenwood, and has been with Klipsch for over 6 years.  Before taking on the new brands, she spent many exhausting days organizing our trade shows, which is a lot more work than you can imagine.  Like a stereotypical red-head, Jill has a feisty streak and does not hesitate to speak her mind, but overall she's as sweet as the cinnamon rolls she requests from Pat-A Cakes on her birthdays and anniversaries.  We gladly oblige.

I went to a local high school graduation ceremony over the weekend.  Come to think of it, it was the first one I've been to since my own exactly 20 years ago this week.  Did I just type the number twenty?  Boy, I definitely didn't need to make that realization today.

Anyway, I was surpised at how emotional I felt, but it probably had less to do with the ceremony and more to do with me hearing Steven's name being read in the place of the actual graduates over and over in my head.  I fear 15 years will go entirely too fast, and there is no way I will be fully prepared for its arrival.  

Congrats to all the graduates this year; enjoy what lies ahead because you have a lot to be excited about...but do me a favor and don't forget the people who helped you get where you are.  And call your mother once in a while. 

An interesting side note for my faithful readers:  Steven got to go to the swimming pool with grandpa rather than putting him through the torture of sitting still for two hours staring at, well, nothing really.  When dad, who does not read my blog, told me all about their excursion, he said, "Steven is going to be exhausted... he must have gone up and down the slide 42 times."

No joke. 

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To preface this entry, heartfelt sympathies go out to my fellow Hoosiers who suffered damage or injury in this weekends storms, including dad, who lost an enormous tree in his front yard, clipping grandma's car during its descent.  Best wishes to all of you. 

Gotta love the midwest as the approaching summer heat begins to build.  It was just a few short months ago on a lovely, crisp fall day that I blogged about this tree located behind our engineering facility.  As of late Friday night, it has been reduced to kindling, but not before it took out a concrete picnic table and some wrought iron chairs.  

At the risk of sounding like a controversial actress, maybe it was karma for the tree being so mean and scary. 

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