Friday, February 10, 2017
Monday, February 06, 2017
Friday, January 20, 2017
Seizure Alert Service Dog
Since being in a car crash a year and a half ago I haven't been able to return to work at Little Angels as a Service Dog Trainer.
I was able to help out by making this video for them. It's about a great young man and his extraordinary seizure alert service dog, Addison.
I was able to help out by making this video for them. It's about a great young man and his extraordinary seizure alert service dog, Addison.
Saturday, November 19, 2016
NCIS:Wookie
Monday, November 14, 2016
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Bob Dole and Confetti
20 years ago at the1996 Republican National Convention I was in the rafters with several secret service agents while Bob
Dole gave his acceptance speech. This was big time.
In the middle of his speech, a single piece of confetti fell from on high. It gently floated down, like a leaf off an autumn tree. The small piece of paper was one of millions which would fall down at the end of Dole's speech. Millions of red, white and blue confetti looks awesome on camera; One, not so much. From my perch I was able to watch it make the long journey down, down, down, twisting and turning all the way down to its final resting place which was not the floor but on to Senator Dole's left shoulder.
My parents watching at home were rumored to look at each other and knew right away their youngest daughter had signal handily ruined Dole's chance for the White House.
This was before Snap chat, selfie sticks and iPhone.
This was when a person's word was their proof.
Besides, who would admit that anyway?!
I would.
Me.
My name is Judy McDonald and I was the Assistant to the Production Manager and although I usually ruin Christmas, that night I ruined the election.
It was also the night when I realized that with my attention span and lacking the organ that stops thoughts from going directly out of my mouth and never stopping at my brain; I better get my butt in front of the camera instead of hanging out in the rafters.
So, thank you Bob Dole; you made me who I am today...and sorry about the confetti but an agent dared me to do it.
In the middle of his speech, a single piece of confetti fell from on high. It gently floated down, like a leaf off an autumn tree. The small piece of paper was one of millions which would fall down at the end of Dole's speech. Millions of red, white and blue confetti looks awesome on camera; One, not so much. From my perch I was able to watch it make the long journey down, down, down, twisting and turning all the way down to its final resting place which was not the floor but on to Senator Dole's left shoulder.
My parents watching at home were rumored to look at each other and knew right away their youngest daughter had signal handily ruined Dole's chance for the White House.
This was before Snap chat, selfie sticks and iPhone.
This was when a person's word was their proof.
Besides, who would admit that anyway?!
I would.
Me.
My name is Judy McDonald and I was the Assistant to the Production Manager and although I usually ruin Christmas, that night I ruined the election.
It was also the night when I realized that with my attention span and lacking the organ that stops thoughts from going directly out of my mouth and never stopping at my brain; I better get my butt in front of the camera instead of hanging out in the rafters.
So, thank you Bob Dole; you made me who I am today...and sorry about the confetti but an agent dared me to do it.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Friday, June 10, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Tuesday, March 01, 2016
New Website!
After almost 16 years of the same website I finally got smart and asked Daisy to revamp it.
Check it out!
Check it out!
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Monday, January 11, 2016
Friday, December 25, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Who the What?
Damn you social media! For you are the reason this blog is so neglected. I am so 'busy' trying to post things in 140 characters or less that this long blank page is very intimidating.
I remember the good ol days when I would write down my thoughts, longer than a sentence. Writing. Typing. I don't even remember how to use a pen on anything longer than signing my name! Longhand? Sounds like too much commitment.
While writing that last sentence I've left the computer over 10 times because other projects caught my eye. Those projects only held my attention for several minutes and I now have several piles of projects strewn around my living room. I want to do it all at once! Then I start and I remembered 4 hours ago I just went to look up a recipe on the interweb and here it is...11:36AM.
Squirrel!
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