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One was the works of the great Pablo Picasso from 1881-1973, the other two were two individuals Picasso's in the works. Let me explain..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Picasso: My wife and I caught a short documentary on our public station here in Western Washington on the Picasso exhibit currently being shown at the Seattle Art Museum (SAM). As our interest was piqued, I went online to see ticket prices and such. Good deal for the opportunity to see his works, from what I understand the biggest collection ever exhibited in the United States. This collection was drawn from the Mussee National Picasso in Paris while they renovate. We both were amazed how much we enjoyed his earlier works versus the ones you see most of the time when Picasso is being spoken about, although odd at times, very enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seattleartmuseum.org/exhibit/exhibitDetail.asp?eventID=18788"&gt;http://www.seattleartmuseum.org/exhibit/exhibitDetail.asp?eventID=18788&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Picasso: Same day as the exhibit. A disgruntled former SAM employee stood outside of the museum very quiet holding a sign and fully uniformed with a close version of the uniform the SAM guards must wear. When I first went in I thought his sign said "SAM changed my life" thinking that wow here is a guy that appreciates what art has done in his life specifically the Seattle Art Museum. That wasn't what the sign read, it read "SAM ruined my life". Now my curiosity was on fire and had to find out this guy's story. He just happens to have a website and there he paints his own Picasso of how SAM has ruined his life, sent him into a mental state and has ruined his reputation. As any art piece everyone interprets a situation or scenery in their own way, this guy uses the sidewalk and Internet canvases. &lt;a href="http://www.samhatesme.com/"&gt;http://www.samhatesme.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third Picasso: This one I am still in awe and disbelief. My wife and I ventured out to Southcenter Mall, Westfield Shopping Center for those that haven't been in the area long, to Macys. We parked up on the top floor of the new garage and began our journey to the center of the Earth, OK just to ground level but it felt like the length of journey. If any of you have been in the garage and have experienced how tight it is, you will know the setting. As we are winding down, there is a pretty nice pickup truck in front of us and we can see that he has misinterpreted the right hand turn around the post. I am thinking this guy is going to have to to back up as you can clearly see he will not make the corner, not his plan at all. He decides now is the time for his own Picasso moment to come out, he continues through the corner. The right hand rear quarter panel scrapes the lime green painted concrete post and he just keeps going. After the show was complete the aftermath or "his Picasso" was a rippled sheet metal design with brilliant reds and greens with a hint of modern works. As my wife and I are shocked and laughing in disbelief he heads to the next corner. Thank goodness this was outside to give him plenty of negotiating room, the front makes it no problem but here comes that tail of the truck that is following him so closely behind, not scraping a pole but driving over the curb and flowerbed. 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I hope you have or had a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In the United States, Mother's Day experienced a series of false starts before eventually transitioning into the "Hallmark" holiday that we celebrate today. In 1858, Anna Reeves Jarvis was the first woman to hold an official celebration of mothers, when in her home state of West Virginia, she instituted Mothers' Work Day to raise awareness about local sanitation issues. During the Civil War, she expanded the scope of Mothers' Work Day to include sanitary conditions on both sides of the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Julia Ward Howe, author of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic," attempted to institute a national celebration of mothers that honored women's inclinations toward peace (rather than cleanliness). In 1872, she initiated and promoted a Mother's Day for Peace, to be held on June 2, which was celebrated the following year by women in 18 cities across America. The holiday continued to be honored by Bostonian women for another decade, but eventually phased out after Howe stopped underwriting the cost of the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1905, Anna Reeves Jarvis passed away and her daughter, Anna Jarvis, took up her mother's torch. Anna swore on her mother's gravesite that she would realize her lifelong dream of creating a national day to honor mothers. In 1907, Anna launched her campaign by handing out white carnations to congregants at her mother's church in Grafton, West Virginia. In 1908, her mother's church acquiesced to Anna's request to hold a special Sunday service in honor of mothers - a tradition that spread the very next year to churches in 46 states. In 1909, Anna left her job and dedicated herself to a full-time letter-writing campaign, imploring politicians, clergymen and civic leaders to institute a national day for mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1912, Jarvis' efforts met with success: Her home state of West Virginia adopted an official Mother's Day; two years later, the U.S. Congress passed a Joint Resolution, signed by President Wilson, establishing a national Mother's Day emphasizing the role of women in their families - and not, like Julia Ward Howe's campaign, in the public arena. Ever since, Mother's Day has been celebrated by Americans on the second Sunday in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the country's greatest proponent of motherhood, Anna Jarvis ironically never had children of her own. Yet that didn't stop her from making the celebration of Mother's Day her lifelong mission. In fact, as the holiday took on a life of its own, Jarvis expressed frequent dismay over its growing commercialization. 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He will beat that horse until you walk away frustrated beyond belief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He certainly keeps me on my toes and is the most kind hearted person I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today he endured shoe shopping with me and a 'quick' trip upstairs to the ladies department for a few try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;. He sat so patiently on the sofa by the waiting room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rewarded him with lunch out. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is wanting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt;, something we 'gave' him as a Father's day gift last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We never did get one when they came out with the new 3G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we stopped into the AT&amp;amp;T store to see if we could get him one, he's not eligible for the discounted price until 7/7/09. Bummer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we returned home I tried to work my magic over the phone with Norman, but he wasn't playing nice. 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