the World of Webmistress Ming

Ducking, I'm still singed by last week's blast from a "Young Christian Mommie" who saw fit to go ballistic on me when I requested that she remove unauthorized copies of my copyrighted articles from her little MSN site. Why is it that those who are most in-your-face about their faith identity are the least worthy represtentatives of that faith?

This discount diva has decided: just say "No!" to party-plan sales firms!

Up until a month ago, I was a party-plan virgin--I'd always been able to weasel out of the Tupperware party or Discovery Toys shower. But in the last month, I've had an unusual spate of party-plan contacts. I attended my first (and last) Pampered Chef "bridal shower", then I went online to try to buy some small-size scrapbook albums and page protectors from scrapbooking firm Close to my Heart.

Well, if the Wall Street Journal can be trusted, that's just what Delta Airlines thinks I am: target customer for their new entry in the low-fare carrier market: Song. Thing is, will what they have in mind have the slightest appeal for this online-savvy leisure traveler?

Talk about a geek-fest? For total immersion shock therapy, I recommend moving house, Webmaster style.

This week, I moved all my Web site Web sites to a new server. Grandmother or no, it's clear I've learned a few things along the way, particularly when you consider that 5 years ago, I couldn't spell HTML, and now I frequently dream in it.

Even to my going-deaf ears, dawn in Hawaii is the most complex "white noise" ever heard. Waves roll and crash, birds raise a cacophony of strident song, and a breeze whispers high above all sounds.

Late last night, the call came: "Mom, it's Ryan. Liz is having contractions 5 minutes apart!" My first grandchild, little Brenyn Gregory, is on the way!

I feel like I'm holding hands between the past and the future. Yesterday, I was scrapping photos of my grandmother holding me at three weeks of age. Later today (I hope, I hope!) I'll see photos of the face of my own grandchild.