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It’s not about courage; it’s about love. Read the rest of the story here.
Which one are you?
Look here and choose wisely; or be miserable and stay away from the rest of us (who have yet to perfect this ourselves).
Big Bird – Library of Congress, Living Legend Award, 2000 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I did most of my growing up in the 70′s. Sitting really close to the console t.v., gulping Hi-C (a kids health drink for sure) and not fighting over the remote.
Childhood was easy. I transitioned from Sesame Street to Zoom with no remote, no internet, no cell service, and no visual scars.
Big Bird taught me my ABC’s and 1,2,3′s. That’s important. But anyone can do that.
What I learned from Bernadette on Zoom? Well, that takes good old fashion talent. (Read as NO athletic ability at all>).
A timely repost...It's not only the children who grow~
I was in 4th grade when I was assigned my first male teacher, who shall remain nameless, Mr Northwood.
It wasn’t my best year; I earned a “D” in science and I credited him for the unfair grade.
He was just weird.
One of his requirements? I had to memorize the alphabet backwards with the premise, “It will boost your dictionary skills.” (I am certain that is not a common core standard).
In his defense… Mr. Northwood he had not yet heard of Google. It was 1974; and the alphabet itself wasn’t even that old yet. The abacus sat dust-free on his desk.
To Mr. Northwood’s his credit, at 9 years old I had acquired a life long skill. (Read as superhumanpartytrick).
I now possess a talent that amazes my kindergarten students. That doesn’t make me weird, but it does grab the attention of the class.
When you are a teacher, it’s not just grabbing the attention of the audience, it’s hooking them and holding them.
Working with 21 kiddos who have heard of Google and can not figure out how to power on an abacus, you need creative ideas like the one borrowed from the memory of writers like JM Randolph. 
Read this and peek at the abc’s of my science lesson for next week; it requires a banana.
“Know that everything is in perfect order whether you understand it or not.” ― Valery Satterwhite
I was never a bridesmaid.
I skipped the matrimonial prerequisite. It’s similar to skipping kindergarten and being promoted directly to first grade.
Being a bridesmaid is not mandatory.
Waiting ’til <you insert the age> to get married gives new meaning to vintage bride.
Waiting also provides more training for the starring role in the wedding.
Cue the music> ”Here comes the bride…”
I married young; skipped the stigma.
Cue the drama> “Always a bridesmaid…”
It worked out fine.
Waiting to get married is fine too.
What’s also puuurfectly fine?
Take a look here.
#8 is my favorite. Yours?
English: A bowl of Count Chocula cereal, shown with 2% milk in a clear plastic bowl. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My dog poops a lot.
Dr. OZ would say she’s very healthy.
Our backyard (and front yard and side yard) are full of evidence.
When I walk my dog, I always pick up the evidence.
But in my backyard? I don’t pick it up, my husband does. I’ve convinced him that he’s better at it.
I have no idea how I pulled that one off. I think he just got tired of stepping in it.
I’ve also convinced him that there are worse things than stepping in poop.
…like eating out of the wrong bowl.
Close your eyes and see the beauty. ~Author Unknown
