Do you read the instruction manuals for all of your household items? If not, you should. Not necessarily because they may enlighten you on how to properly use whatever it is that they came with . . .though they might; but rather because they are often a great source of entertainment and hysterical laughter. The following is from such a manual. “11. Do not touch the parts that are not intended for manipulation.” I kid you not. Any guesses as…
How is it that two dogs, one neutered and one spayed, and two cats, also one neutered and one spayed, can spawn litters of offspring all over the house? And how can they do so at the same rate as rabbits? Oh, wait. those aren’t whole puppies and kittens; it is just huge balls of fur shed by the aforementioned spayed and neutered dogs and cats that have collected in every corner. What a relief. No more mouths to feed….
Today is my four-legged boy’s seventh birthday. “The Birthday Boy” “The Birthday Boy almost 7 years ago” If you subscribe to the belief that a dog year is roughly seven human years, then Adidas is forty-nine. That means that for the next fifty six days he and I are the same age. I thought it might be interesting to see how much age 49 in a dog and age 49 in a human actually have in common. We are both…
For some reason, I seem to be exhausted by the end of the school week. It’s not like I am over-extending myself. In fact, there are several things that I want and need to do that just haven’t gotten done because I run out of steam by the time I have accomplished all the things that have to be done. Despite being tired and wishing for a day that didn’t start before 10 am, we decided to go to the…
I have written before about how I believe it really is the small things in life that are the most important. I am not talking necessarily about things that we might take for granted, but more about things we just don’t think about on a daily basis – like your thyroid gland. How many of you have thought about your thyroid gland today? This week? This month? This year? I hadn’t either until about a month or so ago….
Time flies when you’re having fun, at least that is what “they” (whoever “they” is) say. The reality here is that time flies whether you are having fun or not. I have had a crazy start to the school year – lots of little things that have kept me just enough off-balance that writing here has not happened. I have written a little for other things and I want to share that here. Earlier in the summer I came across…
Despite the fact that it is still 107 degrees and we are a month away from the autumnal equinox, for those of us who work in education, summer is officially over. School is starting either in earnest with children arriving on Monday morning or with preparations for college classes that begin the following week. As is always the case, the ten or so weeks that we had off over the summer went quickly; looking back it is hard to account…
On August 3 Steve Blow, columnists with the Dallas Morning News, wrote a column titled, “Free at Last from the Grasp of Bad TV.” This is a nice thought.If only it was true. Steve Blow was rejoicing in the fact that The Bachelorette and all of its drama are finally over. I second his “Hallelujah” to that. Unfortunately, I am sure that there is more bad TV out there. In fact, a quick trip through the TV guide reveals that…
When I was redesigned my blog, I debated with myself as to whether I should change the description of what I do here from “musing on the life of a teacher, mother, writer, knitter, human being.” My role as a mother has changed since I began writing my blog, but I am still a mother. Fortunately for my children, they have moved on to college and beyond and no longer serve as an unending source of material for posts. Though…
Despite the fact that my grandfather was a doctor and I loved him dearly, medical doctors are not my favorite breed of human beings. Many of them are pretentious. Most of them think that their time is more valuable than mine or yours. And, a good many of them would rather be at the country club playing golf that listening to their patients enumerate their ills. The truth is that I don’t respect doctors any more or any less than…