More thoughts on names . . . . Have you ever wondered why we don’t wait to name our children and our pets until after they’ve been around a while? After we’ve gotten to know them a little bit? Started to get a feel for their personalities? We all know people who don’t fit their names. I, for one, chose to change my name slightly … Continue reading What’s in a name?
Somewhere along the (life) line I have become absolutely terrible at remembering names. I guess I was no better or worse than average for most of my life, but I am now embarrassingly bad at it. For instance, my nice neighbors, Monty and Mary Jo, babysit for their two adorable grandsons during the week while the boys’ parents are at work. When the older boy … Continue reading Sorry, but the name escapes me
Today I decided to invite Rachel from Card Services to lunch. Although she calls and leaves messages for me several times a week, we hadn’t had the opportunity to meet yet. I thought it was about time. Now, I’m not stupid. I know she calls you and everyone else in America several times a week, as well. She’s busy. I get that. She told me … Continue reading Lunch with Rachel from Card Services
My son Chris was very young when his father and I divorced – just a season past his fourth birthday. Jeff was good about staying in touch with Chris and paying child support, but as it happens, we never lived near each other again. For a while we were as close as Cleveland and Pittsburgh, but for a number of years we were more like … Continue reading Sentimental journey
I wrote this essay nearly a year ago and never heard a word until last night. It has just been published online on “This I Believe,” I am surprised and pleased to report! http://thisibelieve.org/essay/103195/ Today, Chris is working on his PhD in Marketing at Queensland University of Technology in Brisbane, Australia. I still think it’s terrible when companies are so callous to the eager people … Continue reading My essay finally showed up on “This I Believe”
Laundry day is Mick Jagger’s favorite day of the week. Why is that? Because like all dogs, his sense of smell is his keenest sense and there’s nothing he likes better than SMELLY smells. As I pull sheets, towels and various articles of clothing from the laundry chute, I toss them in piles of lights and darks. Mick will happily snuffle around in the stack … Continue reading What smells good is subjective, says Mick
I don’t really understand why people take the time to search for stock photos and sayings to post on Facebook. The pictures may be cute or funny or majestic or whatever. And yes, the sayings are certainly clever or moving or funny or entertaining. I’m not saying they aren’t good in and of themselves. But I don’t understand why people go looking for all this … Continue reading I’m the nerdy girl with her nose in a book
I’m considering changing Mick’s name to Joe. Joe Camel. No, my dog hasn’t taken up smoking, but apparently he has a bladder like a camel’s. Having returned from vacation (totally awesome; or how about rad or bitchin’ while I’m sounding like a teenager?) to find that Mick had made great strides toward housebreaking with our trainer while I was gone. The trick, they said, was … Continue reading The proof is in the piddling
I’ve been experimenting with my camera and Windows Live Movie Maker. I really want to film places and people on my upcoming trip, but decided to practice with Mick, the rock star dachshund, first. The video is really lame. But – the great news is I learned how incredibly easy it is to edit (in a very basic fashion, of course) whatever I film in … Continue reading Almost more about Mick, but then not so much
Well, not THE Mick Jagger, but I have decided to name my new dog Mick Jagger. Mick is coming home with me tomorrow afternoon and I am so excited! Spent a fortune at PetSmart yesterday. Favorite purchase: leash with skull and cross bone motif. I thought that was appropriate for a dog named Mick Jagger, although it would have been more so had I named … Continue reading Mick Jagger coming to stay
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