BLAT

If you had an endless supply of perfectly ripe tomatoes that taste homegrown, an equally plentiful supply of fresh avocados, and easy access to wonderful bacon, all at a price easily 1/4 what prices are in the U.S., what would you do? The Line family has oficially made Monday night BLAT night (bacon lettuce avocado tomato). The first night we made them (after moving into the apartment) we had no mayo, so we used ranch salad dressing, it has become a standard now. Where did we get ranch salad dressing in Mexico City? At Walmart of course! Garity discovered that celery salt also imparts a really nice taste to them. I am convinced that if we use bleu cheese dressing instead of ranch the sandwhiches will be perfect. Our rule is simple - keep eating the sandwiches until the bacon is gone.

A website I recently read claims that the average American eats about 2 lbs. of avocados a year. Of course that made Garity and I start laughing hysterically. Garity and I will eat that much in a week. The good thing is, avocados are a very nutritious food. They are an excellent source of protein, and are high in fiber and antioxidants. Don't worry about the claims that they have "fat" in them. They contain monounsaturated fats which have been shown to actually boost good cholesterol. The fats they have are beneficial and about as likely to cause a heart attack as celery. The reason people think they can make you fat is because avocado goes really well with bacon, fried tortilla chips, and other delicious foods that are likely add those pounds (like BLATs!).

So while we are here, we are going to enjoy fresh inexpensive avocados. We have been getting them at the open air market right outside our house. A vendor from Michoacan specializes in selling just avocados along with guacamole freshly made in a molcajete (a bowl made from volcanic stone that the Aztecs used to use and that are still used in food preparation in Mexico today). For those who don't like avocados - so sorry, they are definitely one of nature's perfect foods.

Garity will be posting photos soon - I am not allowed to touch the camera except in very rare instances. ¡Buen provecho!

So How About Them Line Boys?

Weston had a rough start to the school year. His class seemed to be full of kids from wealthy Mexican families who were seriously lacking in parental discipline. He was bullied non stop, money stolen from him, money tricked out of him ("hey, the cafeteria ladies only speak Spanish so if you want me to help you order you'll have to pay me 20 pesos"... yea, the cafeteria ladies speak enough English to give out food). This was happening when we were in the hotel and packing good lunches was difficult so we had to send money sometimes.

Also he was the only native English speaker so he had a hard time making friends at all and when he would try to talk to him they'd answer in Spanish teasing him. Weston was a kid who loved going to school until we got here. Kris and I tried to help him learn some skills to deal with the bullies but he was just not having a good time and it wasn't doing any good to try and help him handle it.

I called the school several times. We finally got a phone call from one of the Deans who asked if it would be ok if Weston was switched into another class. We said 'absolutely' and he was in a new class the next day. While talking to the Dean I asked "what is going to be done about these kids who have been giving him such a bad time, especially the ones who stole money?" She said "In all honesty this is the only thing we can do because these are powerful parents from the top of Mexico City's society we are dealing with and they are worse than their kids, it is easier if we just take him out of the class". Wish I had some ideas to get back at these parents but it would just be a huge waste of my time.

His new class is a lot better. He comes home from school saying "I had the best day today!" He has many friends and both Kris and I are extremely relieved. Now, having said that, there is still quite a bit of drama going on. In his new class, there has been a rash of thefts; pencils, lunchboxes, notebooks, personal items. One girl brought a stuffed animal for show and tell and it was stolen and returned at the end of the day to her desk with its ears cut off. I sent out a note to all the parent's through e-mail telling them that the school may be trying to keep us in the dark about what is going on but I felt that all parent's needed to know about what was going on. That was sent out at 10pm. At 8am the next morning, Kris received a phone call from Principal Hunt who assured him that he was now aware of the situation and it would be dealt with. He went into the classroom and spoke to the kids. Later on that day a note was found on a child's desk, written in Spanish, that said "Ha Ha, I'm going to keep on stealing!". The teacher and principal have an idea of who it is but they aren't sure. I'm hoping that if they do find out who it is that this urchin is kicked out of the school. It's a private school for crying out loud and kids can be kicked out thank goodness.

All of that aside, Weston still looks forward to going to school everyday, learning Spanish, being with friends and he has found that the library is a fun place to hang out during recess with some other kids...(egads! He's definitely Kris' kid when it comes to that!) He bombards Kris, Braedon and I with countless facts about outer space, black holes, solar systems and the cosmos in general. He's enamored with the material makeup of each planet's core and all sorts of other info that, while I try to encourage him, really makes my eyes glaze over.



Braedon, I hope, isn't driving his teachers too crazy with his silly antics. He's made so many friends and has gotten them into trouble already because they spend a lot of time laughing at what he says. We've received a note or two.

We were walking into the JW Marriott (we were told they had a great dinner buffet) when Braedon saw one of his friends. He ran over to him and we caught up. Thanks to him, we have met a fantastic family that we were able to spend some time with yesterday. They are from Switzerland and here with Philip Morris (no, they don't smoke either). They are a family of 4 boys perfect ages to match up with ours. The kids were exhausted, Braedon and Jack made a play date for our house this coming Saturday and we think we'll be seeing a lot of them while we live here.

Braedon has also been tossed into the world of homework and hasn't quite grasped that it doesn't matter if you don't want to do it...you still have to do it. It's a never ending battle with him. He's picking up Spanish a lot faster than I expected and I know it's just a matter of time before he learns all sorts of naughty potty phrases. What is it with little boys and underwear jokes?

Nothing distracts the 'Zen Master', not even cops on Segways.





Jamison
is still the General. He can undo what I have done in half the time when it comes to beds that have been made, laundry that was folded or toilet paper rolls that have been re-rolled for the Xth time. His screech can stop traffic, he can reduce both brothers to tears over demolished Lego creations (yes, the General is THAT powerful!) and if he can fall off it, he will climb it.

He's lucky he's so charming the rest of the time, otherwise we'd stick him on the street to sell chiclets. He's a momma's boy 100% and will tolerate daddy if there are treats involved. We are currently getting him off the 'ungy' (say 'hungry' without the 'h' and 'r', it's been the Line family word for pacifier since Weston) and I believe a lot of his behavior is in retaliation to this.

Cute video of him "playing" guitar:

"Ahoy! Butt Naked!"

We are all in the car taking a "leisurely" drive through city traffic when the silence is broken by Braedon's loud yelling of "AHOY! BUTT NAKED!!!" We look in the direction he is pointing and sure enough, we see WAY too many wrinkled brown bottoms spinning and stomping to the sounds of drums. Not just men but women too. We find out this is the Movimiento de los 400 Pueblos who are protesting the seizure of their land (more to follow on this at the end). We are stuck in traffic right in front of them. Thank goodness our windows are blackened out otherwise I would have been mortified that Weston and Braedon had their faces pressed to the glass. As a mother I am caught in a bind...how do I explain this one? So I do what comes naturally and say "Crap! Do I have my camera?" as Weston and Braedon start chanting "Wugga Wugga Toot Toot" to the beat of the drums.

I figure the best way to handle it is downplay the whole thing, keep the lines of communication open and ask "So boys, what do you think about that?" Kris and I both seized the opportunity for a mini lesson on modesty and this ended up being a great ice breaker because it lead into Weston asking why people take pictures of naked people in magazines (unfortunately porn mags are there in the open for sale at every street corner...and we are told that the USA has morality issues!) We had a discussion on their level about pornography, what to do if someone tries to get them to look at it and while it may make them curious to see it, they have to be strong and avoid it. They can always come to us to ask questions if they aren't sure.



As for me taking pictures, I told the kids I had to blog about it of course and I was only taking pictures of the more modest ones (who covered their bits and pieces with pictures of Dante Delgado) and censored the women who thought it was a good idea to elevate themselves in all their National Geographic glory for all to see. So I'm probably now guilty of damaging my reader's sensibilities.



Kris and I decided early on that if any of the kids ever came to us with a question where our first impulse was to say "shhhh! That's bad! We don't talk about such topics!" instead we make sure the kids are coming to us with that stuff and that they feel comfortable doing so. We make sure they know that they can talk about those subjects with Kris or I but once we've discussed it, it stays within the family. They can ask about it all they want but it's important to let other parents explain things to their own kids and certain subjects are not ok to joke about or talk about unless it's to Kris or I. We have made it through just about all of the swear words when one of them has come and asked the meaning of a word they heard at school. We've also touched on several of the so called taboo subjects your usual 6 and 8 year old has questions about (we keep it all at their speed).

So, thanks to these protesters one more layer of innocence has been stripped away from my children. Democracy is alive and well in Mexico. Protesters can get away with just about anything. I have debated about whether to post about the nude protesters and really had to decide whether it was post worthy. I first have to mention that the first time I ever saw a naked guy was in Brazil when this nude guy would just randomly walk up and down the road. We would pass him while driving by. This experience didn't scar me for life or anything. I remember thinking nothing of him except to let out a few required giggles with my sisters while sitting in the back seat. It was more National Geographic than anything. One of those things that comes with living in a third world country (although we did have to have a basic porn discussion with the kids when we stayed overnight in Las Vegas on our way to St. George so the US is far from innocent as well).

So why are they in the nude?
These farmers have been protesting in the nude every day since 2002 in order to get the attention they needed for their cause. In 1992, Veracruz Mexico, farmers were pushed off land they believed to be theirs. It is a complex issue depending on your definition of what it means to be a squatter as it pertains to the theories of democratic communism practice of "ejido" land (land is for the use of the community as a whole). Land ownership in Mexico is different from how we know it in the US where land ownership is based on a democratic capitalist system (you have the deed, you own it). From what I understand, Dante Delgado, the interim governor of Veracruz in 1992, forced these farmers off the "ejido" land because they weren't using it in a way that benefited the community as a whole (in his view). I have no doubt there was quite a bit of corruption involved as he pushed them off the land in order to develop it the way he believed it should be for public use. Point is, these farmers never owned it, they were given the opportunity to use it but never held rights to it under the practice of 'ejido' land. In my view, both sides are in the wrong and it could have been handled better. So the farmers tried having their cause heard through normal channels but they were ignored. So to get more attention for their cause they do this. And they continue to be ignored. The only backer they really have right now is Obregon who lost this past election...he's a supporter of socialist ideals and of course trying hard to tarnish the current government. Following Mexican politics makes me so grateful that our political system is so much more civil and fair....seriously.

El Caminero

Jamison LOVES orange soda:








Welcome to El Caminero...our favorite taco spot so far.



Waiting for tacos...Braedon is not capable of taking a serious photo. I'm going to torment him someday because of it.





It's a very simple restaurant. You order the type of meat you want, add your extras like cheese, poblano peppers or onions. The pico de gallo is amazing, Kris and I can easily finish a whole bowl of it. (big surprise...but it's veggies so it's healthy)



We're so gringo that we actually stop at the 7-11 to pick up sour cream to go with our tacos on our way there. They don't serve sour cream but the pico de gallo can be really hot so we need some help cutting the heat...sour cream works wonders.



Biggest reason we go there...the kids LOVE it!

Oh, by the way...

That mommy bear brigade picture on the right there...yes, that would be one of my AR15's. It isn't Garity's, just one I built. I still need to build one for Jamison (every member of the family has their own). Just one thing that I do miss about being in the US. I encourage each reader here to go exercise their 2nd amendment rights as defined by the Constitution and US Supreme Court and buy one of these fine American made rifles (also known as EBR - evil black rifle), and do so before some politician tries to take that opportunity away. Not to mention, they are a kick in the pants to shoot and great for protecting food storage! Be sure to save a little money for magazines and ammo!

No, this is not a foreign country...

Now that I found my family a more comfortable cave, we decided to stock up on provisions. We set out in our wheeled cart. I found a bigger cave where we parked our wheeled cart. It had LOTS of large empty parking spaces. We found a smaller cart and went inside another cave. We smelled something familiar...what was it? Hot dog and a soda $1.50. Mustard, ketchup, onions and WHOAAAAA!!!! JALAPENOS??? Okay, they can have that instead of relish, but after that it was all the same. Same aisles, same food, same procedures. Yes, Costco was nice, nicer than the one in Fredericksburg, and the elitist Mexicans are even better to deal with than the Middle-easterners that frequent US Walmarts in VA. Prices good and we found everything we needed, even maple syrup for the boys' eggo waffles and 5 lb. blocks of cheddar cheese. The Mexican products were also there, especially the cheeses - manchego, oaxaca, bonus!

Back to the cave. The apartment we are in even has shopping carts to haul stuff up on the elevators. If we didn't know we were in the heart of Mexico, Garity and I would swear we were in the US. No culture shock here really, just learning the streets. After Caracas, we are very grateful that things just keep getting better. Fortunately, the adventure isn't ending though. There is alot of history here, and the people are very proud of it. It is going to be alot of fun. Friends and family - let us know when you want to visit. O yeah, the food is nothing short of incredible.

Carlos & Albert

When we were checking into the Sheraton next door to the embassy (our second hotel) the lobby had several statues the kids and I were immediately drawn to. They were so colorful and whimsical and one was a very large (6ft tall) frog doing a handstand on a sphere...we have a rather large collection of frog stuff so frogs always attract our attention.

The woman at the desk noticed the kids and I checking it out and she told us that we could buy statues from the artists in the gallery just out the front door of the hotel. The next day I was waiting for the kids' bus and luckily the bus stop was right in front of the gallery. The place was amazing. I wanted one of everything. How do I even describe the stuff? Colorful statues of all sizes, the statues of the whimsical animals is what I liked. They were funny, colorful, and imaginative. I'm not too into the other stuff like the suns or other things. But the animals were so fun.

When the boys got off the bus we went back into the gallery and really looked at everything. You couldn't help but smile at everything and it all just made you feel so happy to be near. I haven't ever had this kind of experience in an art or sculpture gallery before. So, you better believe I bought something...2 somethings actually. These stand about a foot for the frogs and a foot and a half for the crocodiles.





Everyday while waiting for the boys, Jamison and I would go into the gallery and look around. The boys would get off the bus and just about every day they would want to go into the gallery and look around too.

One of the statues outside:



One random day, the boys got off the bus and first thing they said while getting off the bus was "Can we go look at the animals?". So we did. As we were wandering through the gallery (the gallery changes once a week so there are always new things to look at) I notice the woman who worked there speaking to 2 men and looking over at us. She waved at me (we'd been in there enough times where she and I had spoken quite a bit, she sold me the 2 pieces I bought and she knew that we were huge fans of the place). She waved me over to the 2 men she was standing with and said "Mrs. Line, I would like to introduce you to Carlos Munoz and Albert Ickenroth, the artists".

Now I'm not one to be star struck but imagine me standing there unable to think of anything intelligent to say and all that comes out is "Oh my goodness! Really?" Yea, I know...stupid, stupid, stupid. I try to regain my composure and come up with something better to say than what just fell out of my mouth. I motion to Weston and Braedon to come over and introduce them to Carlos and Albert. They at least are cute when they say "Really?" then Braedon tells Albert "I have a question about this crocodile over here, how long did it take for you to make this?" so he and Braedon are having an intelligent conversation about molds and time spent waiting for paint to dry. Weston and Carlos are talking about their favorite animals to draw and paint and I'm standing there with Jamison thinking "just think of something to say, think of anything to say" but I stand there with a stupid grin on my face.

I remember my camera in the diaper bag and blurt out in star struck fashion "could I take your picture?" I'm a bumbling fool as I try and pose the kids around the crocodile Braedon was asking about. This is how dazed I was, I didn't even notice my camera wasn't in the right mode so the pictures aren't that great.





If you look on the black shelf against the wall you can see a mini version of the frog statue that originally caught our eye in the hotel lobby. It's the one doing a handstand on a sphere.

So I finally gain some control back. Albert was so nice and we ended up chatting for a while. Jamison was with me as Weston and Braedon were being shown around by Carlos. I told Albert that I was just in awe with their work, that I had never seen it before but I was just in love with all of the animal pieces. He said "Oh, I'm sure you have seen our stuff before this." I assured him we hadn't. He then said, have you ever been to Rainforest Cafe? I said "oh yes, way too many times, the food isn't that great but I love the atmosphere and all the animals" So he smiles and says "Those are OUR animals, Carlos and I designed them". So now I'm really star struck. Braedon and Weston come back and start talking to Albert. They ask if he and Carlos have a factory. Albert laughs and says that they do but it's called a studio, it's in Jalisco. So Braedon (bless his heart, he read my mind) says "can we come visit it and watch you paint?". Albert says "absolutely!" He takes out his card, writes his number on it and tells me to call him at that number before we come and either he or Carlos will take us through the studio. AHHHHHHHHHH! Ok, so I know they probably do this for several people but I was excited anyway.

Once we get into our home the boys and I are looking forward to displaying them. Jamison loves the crocodiles:

After All the Crap We Went Through There...We Have Been Vindicated!

Venezuela's Chavez says U.S. ambassador must leave
By Christopher Toothaker
ASSOCIATED PRESS

9:14 p.m. September 11, 2008

CARACAS, Venezuela – President Hugo Chavez ordered the U.S. ambassador to leave Venezuela within 72 hours on Thursday, accusing the diplomat of conspiring against his government and saying he would also withdraw his own envoy from Washington immediately.
Chavez made the move in solidarity with Bolivia after his Andean ally expelled the U.S. diplomat there, accusing him of aiding violent protests. He said a new American ambassador will not be welcome in Caracas “until there's a U.S. government that respects the people of Latin America,” suggesting that diplomatic relations will be scaled back until President Bush leaves the White House.

“They're trying to do here what they were doing in Bolivia,” Chavez said, accusing Washington of trying to oust him.
“That's enough ... from you, Yankees,” Chavez said, using an expletive. Waving his fists in the air, he added: “I hold the government of the United States responsible for being behind all the conspiracies against our nations!”

Holding up a watch to check the time, Chavez declared: “From this moment, the Yankee ambassador in Caracas has 72 hours to leave Venezuela!” He told his foreign minister to recall Venezuela's ambassador to Washington, Bernardo Alvarez, “before they kick him out of there.”

The U.S. Embassy said it was aware of Chavez's speech but had not received official notification. Embassy spokeswoman Robin Holzhauer said Ambassador Patrick Duddy is traveling in the United States this week.

The diplomatic spat brings relations between the two countries to a new low and raises questions about whether it could hurt trade. Venezuela is the fourth-largest oil supplier to the United States, and Chavez also threatened to cut off crude shipments “if there's any aggression against Venezuela.”

Chavez has threatened to stop selling oil to the United States on a number of occasions. But the U.S. is Venezuela's No. 1 oil client, and taking such an action would debilitate his government financially.

Duddy, who was posted in Venezuela just last year, irritated Chavez last month when he lamented that U.S. and Venezuelan officials have not been cooperating in fighting drug trafficking. Deteriorating relations were giving cocaine smugglers the upper hand, he said.

The socialist president responded by warning that Duddy could soon be “packing his bags.”

Simmering tensions between Venezuela and the U.S. began heating up even more this week after two Russian strategic bombers were deployed to the country at Chavez's invitation.

“The presence of those Russian planes in Venezuela is a warning,” Chavez said Thursday. “There's nothing better to keep yourself from being attacked than to dissuade.”

Hours before announcing the ambassador's expulsion, Chavez said his government had detained a group of alleged conspirators in a plot to overthrow him. He accused the group of active and former military officers of trying to assassinate him with backing from the United States.

Chavez has repeatedly accused Washington of backing plots to have him killed or ousted – and U.S. officials have repeatedly denied the allegations.

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Kris and I still have friends there in Caracas and he will be contacting them tomorrow to find out what the latest news is with the embassy employees. All I can say is that I am so grateful that we are not there. In spite of the nightmare with the home, Mexico City itself is amazing and already a lot of fun to live in. I can't say the same for Caracas. Also, Ambassador Duddy is an arrogant jerk and I hope Venezuelan customs seizes all of his household effects.

Casa De Azulejos

Since we have been here, we have eaten out A LOT. It has been a month of restaurants because we have no kitchen. One of my friends from Colorado had recommended a place here called Sanborn's. We went to a not so great one (kind of like there are some Denny's that are nicer and better than others). Well Sanborns is like the Mexican Denny's...decent comfort food at a really great price. Most Sanborn's that we have passed look like your typical cafeteria looking restaurant. The one we initially went to was pretty gross and we were not impressed. Christina then informed us that we didn't go to the right one and to try the one that was located inside a building called Casa de Azulejos (House of Tiles). So we went and were blown away by the building. This was so different from the other Sanborn's we had gone to, well the food still wasn't our favorite (Sorry Christina), it wasn't horrible but it wasn't good enough to go back. I guess you could compare it to the fact that some people adore Denny's, others won't go near it. We've found the same thing here with Sanborn's and the reaction of some of the locals to it.

What is so neat about this location is that it was built in the 16th century as a mansion home

-In 1737 the Count and Countess of Orizaba ordered the renovation of their home and the placement of the tiles.

-From 1881 it functioned as a private men's club.

-In 1917 it was converted into a drug store and soda fountain which eventually evolved into Sanborn's, a chain of restaurants and department stores, which is what it is today.

State Department Housing Office AKA Supercilious Dissolute Housing Office

Let me admit one thing right off the bat. I have finally realized I am not Foreign Service Spouse material. I cannot sit back, shut up and accept what is dished out to me by the State Department. Kris does not work for the State Department, he works for Department of Homeland Security and while overseas we basically get all of the cast offs from the State Department and ignored...but we depend on them for just about everything.

We are still living in a hotel. I have tried every day to get us into a furnished temporary apartment. We have been told twice that there are apartments available (mind you we can only live in State Department approved housing) in one of the few suites whose cost falls into our per diem rates. And twice have we been told a few days before "Sorry, we no longer have them available to you even though you have reserved them" Turns out, Dominion Apartments have an agreement with State Department that they take State people as priority. So we sit in this hotel room, into our second month.

Did I mention we moved out of the previous Sheraton hotel that was located in Centro Historico to the Sheraton Maria Isabelle that is right next door to the embassy. The reason for this was that the school bus would not go to Centro Historico to pick the kids up. So we are next door to the embassy now. Nice for Kris to walk to work and for me to visit for lunch.

In August, the State Department Housing Office recommended a home which the Inter Agency Housing Board voted on and assigned us. We come to find out that 2 weeks ago, after a rain storm, the house flooded with raw sewage...and it isn't the first time. How did we find this out? Well, because of Kris' unbelievable interrogation talent, he pulled it out of the housing manager and she was less than thrilled that he had done so. They weren't even going to tell us about this! She let it slip that they had to evacuate the family that was living there and it would be available for us to see...Kris asked "evacuated? " and before you know it she was guilt tripped into spilling the beans.

Kris tells her that we don't want this house, it shouldn't even be a consideration and to assign us another home. She says "well you can appeal it" which is a very long process. If I were Foreign Service Spouse material, I would do what I'm supposed to do and take the house without any lip. As it stands, Kris and I are refusing and so, the housing office has retaliated against us...supposedly this causes more work for them and they don't like people who tell them no.

So Kris went ahead and wrote a letter of declination refusing the home that is suceptable to flooding of raw sewage when it rains hard. Since we have challenged the home they have assigned us, we are now personas non grata. This means phone calls are ignored, the process is delayed on purpose and basically we are labeled with the scarlett letter "P" for Problem family.

We have been embraced by others who are not State Department employees. The FBI Legatt (highest ranking FBI guy) has been going through a similar nightmare. He is an SES grade (basically on the same level as Generals) with a family of 7. Two of that 7 are his elderly parents who are his dependents. He has been assigned a 3 bedroom home and was told to put his parents in the maids quarters. They happen to go to church with us so have had time to sort of team up. Kris' boss (also an SES grade) is flying into Mexico City tomorrow to specifically meet with the housing office and their attempts to force him into substandard housing. Meanwhile, there are homes available that are reserved for State Department employees. We are told this is the norm and to expect nothing different...unless we want to get PNG'd; thrown off post.

So I repeat, I am obviously not Foreign Service material and I see that now.

On another note. I will post lots of pictures and things that the boys have been doing...I know you are more interested in that kind of stuff anyway!

How many of me?

HowManyOfMe.com

There are 1 or fewer people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

A friend sent this to me and I had to laugh. She knows I sometimes get onto facebook and look for people who have the same first name as I do and yes I have actually contacted them...yes I am a dork. Right now I know of Garrity Bingham (her mother and my mother were good friends in Baker Oregon when I was a baby, she told my mom if she ever had a girl she was going to use the name...but she spelled it with 2 'R's...Garrity just finished serving a mission in California! Welcome home Garrity!) and I know of a Geraghty who lives in Orem, Utah and owns a Pizza & BBQ restaurant with her husband. My sister Darci introduced us. Other than those 2 I have found another Garity through facebook who also lives in Utah and she was shocked to find out someone else shares the name Garity (and spelled correctly too!). I know there are others out there, there has to be someone older than me, I've been hoping to run into an older Garity, Garrity or Geraghty but no such luck yet.

By the way here is the one for Kris:

HowManyOfMe.com

There are 1 or fewer people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Kris does have a domain name although he does not own it. Not work safe, but you won't have to talk to the Bishop either. Check it out here:

http://www.krisline.com/