Happy Mama’s Day, ladies
I read something a few years ago that had two effects on me: first, it made me laugh. Second, it stuck with me. Ready?
“Raising children is like being pecked to death by a chicken.”
I read something a few years ago that had two effects on me: first, it made me laugh. Second, it stuck with me. Ready?
“Raising children is like being pecked to death by a chicken.”
(Not So) Common Sense… There are a lot of ways to say it. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” “Monkey see, monkey do.”
I saw a funny video the other day, and in it, a little girl (maybe 4 years old) was asking her dad about Easter and
My husband and I just returned from a trip to Tennessee, to see family. My family, to be specific; my sister, brother-in-law, nieces and their children live there. As always, we had a lovely time and as always, we left feeling that we wish we lived closer to them.
The mall is one of my least favorite places on earth. I dislike crowds. Mall teens in groups usually annoy me. And there’s a whole lot more merchandise under that one roof than I have money to buy. I just don’t see the point of it all.
Are you good at multi-tasking? Are you one of those people who can rise at or before dawn, work a full day, handle family business and finances during lunch or on the road, return phone calls during a grueling commute every evening, then attend or host one or two meetings a week – then get up and do it all over again the next day?
I’m a dog person. That one short sentence says an awful lot about somebody, but it’s true. I’m a dog person through and through. Don’t get me wrong; I love all animals (even cats, only because I think somehow I’m commanded to), but dogs just melt my heart. They are everything that’s good, and nothing that’s bad, in our natures.
Thanksgiving is in the rear view mirror, and as I heard a woman remark the other day as I ran into the supermarket to pick up a few things, “the race is on.” Oh my, just hearing those words makes me get all knotted up inside, because the woman was referring to the Christmas season. That’s the race that’s on.
Today, I went to vote. I saw young people, some sporting piercings and tattoos, others wielding briefcases and braving high heels. I saw older Americans, many walking to stand in the voting line, stooped over and moving only with the aid of a cane.
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