I cannot get over how bad the mosquitoes are at the moment. I’m guessing it probably has something to do with the warmth that we’ve been experiencing earlier this month, but still, it’s madness!
When we were growing up, my siblings and parents and I would often spend a meal time going through a tiny little book called The Book of Questions.
I stopped by the radio station today to talk about CVAS. There are so many great radio stations and businesses that help us out on a regular basis, and I appreciate every one of them.
So, I’m getting old. It’s possible the use of the word “getting” isn’t right, either. I should probably just leave it out of the sentence altogether.
In recent weeks (before the horrible humidity hit – am I getting old or is this heat just getting worse?), I attempted to take walks around the shelter at the end of the day.
It never ceases to amaze me how stress can affect people – both physically and emotionally. I usually get it right between my shoulder blades. When I’m having a stressful day or week (sometimes I can actually stretch it to a month), I’ll feel a knot begin in my upper back.
One wonderful aspect about summer, in my opinion, is vacations. Despite the fact that, at times, the heat can be absolutely overwhelming and the mosquitoes can make you itch until you’re crazy, every time the weather turns warm, I get excited and think about heading to a beach or somewhere fun.
When I was a kid, my mom and I used to love to read the book, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” It basically chronicles the tale of an elementary school student who, from the moment he wakes, his day is crap.
Every once in a while, when I notice it, I’m shown how incredibly human our four-legged friends can actually be. Their mannerisms and expressions sometimes make me wonder if they’re picking up the signals we’re giving them and deliberately trying to be more like us.
I must admit I did not watch anything from the royal wedding. I’ve seen photos and the odd headline here and there, but I didn’t take even a little peek.
One of our animal care technicians said to me just the other day that all of our foster homes are full. She said we really need new foster homes so that when the litters of kittens come in – and oh, how that has already begun – we will have places for them to go.
So I get a bit of a kick out of science fiction-type genres. I enjoy shows and movies that talk about supernatural phenomenon. Don’t even get me started on my obsession with the Winchester brothers. I also like the X-Men. The idea of humans being imbued with special abilities I think would b…
I’ve been considering a theory for a while now and it really jumped into the forefront of my noggin yesterday. It may have some rather worrisome consequences, but see what you think:
When I was little, I had a truly romantic notion of the “Wild West.” I used to enjoy shows like “The Young Riders” and I liked reading the western novels.
I heard a story a while ago about someone who had adopted two large breed dogs from a rescue organization only to return them a few days later because the dogs were “too big for the house.”
Every once in a while, I get a little bit of the winter blues. The days are short and it’s cold out, and although I enjoy snuggling in a warm blanket with my cats around me, I sometimes get down.
Things have been kind of funny around here recently. Mom’s been putting a lot of stuff in boxes and dad’s been moving the furniture – not to another room, either, he’s taking it out of the house.
Is it true that one way you can tell you’re getting older is that cold affects you more? I kind of want you to say no, but then I think I might already know the answer.
I turn 45 this year. Yowza. How in the world did that happen? Surely the math is somehow wrong. It has to be. Didn’t I just graduate? Wasn’t the ceremony just the other day? With the cap and the gown and the pomp and the circumstance?