I met British Prime Minister Gordon Brown.
I suppose this should be prefaced by saying I studied in England at Harlaxton College for four months in the spring of 2008. Though Harlaxton College is the University of Evansville’s British Campus, universities across the States send students and faculty to study and teach abroad. The program, designed so students can travel and experience Europe, has classes four days a week, leaving the other three days for travel. I took complete advantage of this opportunity.

The question is this: Will the newspaper Web site eventually replace the daily printed product? It is proven fact that the Internet can be timely, give us the flexibility to provide video enhancements to our news and the advantage of posting breaking news.

I suppose some news days are slower than others.
With two wars going on, an economy in the toilet and a power grab going on in our nation’s capital, it is not surprising most of the nation turned its eyes to the sky last week for some truly hard news.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. So, I want to share some things that breast cancer patients and really, all cancer patients and those who love them need to know. We’ll call it a wish-list.

I had a dream last night that President Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize.
Actually no, I got a text message early this morning about it, and I couldn’t believe it.
I thought, “Now? This year? No way.”

He weighed 8 pounds when he was born. I know, I was there.
He had blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I know, I was there.
I’m the grandmother of that little bundle of joy. He looked around the delivery room at Daviess Community Hospital and didn’t cry, but gave everyone a hard look including his mother and me.

I remember a Sunday drive home from my grandparents after lunch. I was about 14 years old and a bit sarcastic. I poked fun at Grandma’s ways and asked my mother why Grandma would bother to save the wax paper out of the cracker boxes. She had a drawer full of cracker wrappers, foil papers from snacks, and pieces of string rerolled into balls. Was Grandma so tight that she couldn’t buy wax paper, foil and string, I asked?

I spent two entire weeks thinking about what to write in this week’s column. As soon as the schedule came out and I learned what the “column” was, I felt pressure. I’m the new girl. And this is my first column. Because of that, there are expectations. This will give readers their first glimpse into my life and thoughts. I’m making my first impression.

I’ve become very envious of my boys. Okay, I guess that’s a given in one way. They’re five years old and free of the trials and tribulations of everyday adult life. They don’t have to worry about the recession or paying monthly bills. Dad and mom take care of the serious stuff while they watch cartoons, go to preschool and generally enjoy life without a care in the world.