Does anyone else remember the Great Bagged Milk Fiasco of the early 90s? Surely, you do. If you were a part of it, you remember. Someone in the State Board of Education decided to thumb their nose at the waxed cardboard industry and copy our friendly neighbors to the North by providing bags of milk … Continue reading
{In an effort to not drown in a sea of dumpster fires, I’m trying to write (at least every other blog) about something light. I’ve found some prompts to get me going} Here’s today’s prompt: Write about your first job and what it taught you. I don’t remember much about my first interview at Villa … Continue reading
SATURDAY EVENING Alex: I haven’t seen Pamela today at all. I haven’t seen her all day. Beth: Did you check the bushes? A: Yeah. The bushes, the nesting box. Unless she’s hiding behind the shed, I think a cat must have gotten her or something. B: Okay, just wait. Let me check. Sometimes they’re hiding….Hmmm. … Continue reading
Trampolines are fun I can float like a seagull Sometimes I piddle I am so tired Every day, all of the time Why can’t I sleep in? We went on a run We all walked most of the time My knee is swollen I repeat myself. I will tell the same story … Continue reading
(If you just received a blog email update with a picture of baby legs and the word, “WHY?” in your inbox, you don’t need to read any further. You got the gist of it. That, and I don’t know how to use the WordPress App.) I haven’t gone running in about eight months, since The … Continue reading
All you need to know about doing your own photos
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(I wrote this last year but it never got posted last so I’m now sharing the saga and subsequent rescue out of the closet office.) I had a meeting a few weeks ago with my executive director (the big enchilada at our non-profit). It was about my office space at our satellite campus, where I just spend … Continue reading
To the beautiful women of DISC– I have a confession. I think I’m addicted to you. God planted you firmly in the soil of my heart quite some time ago, but every time I get to spend an afternoon with you, the roots of my love for you extend a little deeper. There is something … Continue reading
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