Addendum to the Update:Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes....

thought I would provide some photographic evidence of the process discussed here and here:

getting finger printed

just a tiny portion of the judicial history of Allegheny County

Waiting for the Honorable Judge to arrive

after it is all said and done

UPDATE: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes....

She waited a long time, I told her before I would even think about the process legally - she needed to sit with it for a year. It was difficult at first, some didn't understand why she would make that choice, or how I could let her make that choice. She endured confusion by her teachers, who were only going by the system loaded class list they were given, she tolerated friends and family occasionally stumbling over the name change. She accepted that she might have to explain the situation time and time again. Lastly she was patient with me and getting my butt in gear and having some extra funds to get the ball rolling to make it official.... and then just like that in less time than it takes to boil an egg - the judge decreed that going forward she would now legally be known as Lincoln Huntyr Griffin.

I couldn't be prouder of her. She has grown into one amazing, intelligent, compassionate and beautiful young lady.

surviving online life sans FB

really! and it's okay. 

who knew...

airport love, a photo by foto fledgling on Flickr.

... six yrs. ago (nearly to the day) when this photo was taken on our way home from a wedding here in Western PA that we would be living in the hub of Western PA three years on.

I certainly didn't; but I wouldn't change it for all the world.

joy #btwdpgh @bikepgh

The first year we lived in Pittsburgh it was all still too new for me to brave riding my bike; besides the commute was easily over 20 miles round trip (not my cup of tea EVER). I'm not sure what kept me from doing it the second year... but regardless I didn't participate. So I gotta admit I feel pretty pleased with myself for riding in to work on Bike to Work Day this year.

I LOVE riding my bicycle, when I was a kid growing up in the hills of Manitou I rode everywhere with this old 10-speed (what I wouldn't give to have that bike again). I commuted with some inconsistent consistency in Seattle over the last 12 years of my life there. Rode on the weekends along the popular Burke-Gilman trail. I even managed to participate in the STP (Seattle to Portland) Ride one year (THE HARDEST PHYSICAL activity I have ever undertaken. I would rather be pregnant before I would do that again, TRUTH). 

Anyhooo... point being I am fond of cycling, and the cycling community has oft provided new friends, and connections. I almost didn't ride this morning, I've had a nagging cough for weeks now and this week had run me a bit ragged... but I decided if not today then when. So I put on my attire, packed my pack, had my honey install a recently purchased iPhone mounting contraption on my handlebars (he even carried the bike up and out when he was done), and headed out. Even though I had trouble finding the advocacy/ swag tent, and I realized about a block from work that I fergot my bike lock... it was the best thing that happened all week. 

I must remember to do that more often. 

from A to B and back again

swag.... SOCKS! AWESOME SOCKS!

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