I know I did it to my kids…and now I’m watching my daughter do it to hers. Those little white lies that don’t really seem to harm anything. I suppose we could get into an ethical debate about whether lying is ever acceptable, but sometimes the things I would tell my kids would cause hours of endless amusement – at least for me. The lifelong damage I did to them is fair game for what my parents (and grand parents) did to me. Pay it forward, right?
My folks are great and they’ve reached that charming age when pretty much everything they say is funny - and they don’t even realize it.
Recently my daughter got married. It was a quiet affair with only close family members in attendance. They picked a Japanese steakhouse where we would go to for small celebratory dinner. And that is when the fun began.
And why wouldn't I? She's AWESOME! Dogs like this aren't going to be found in any puppy mill or behind the glass box of a pet store. She doesn't have fancy papers or a snooty name. I found her at H.A.R.T.
The Bucket List. These days everyone has one….or sung about one …or watched a movie about one. I don’t so much have a Bucket List as an Anti-Bucket List. There are the things I’ve decided I never ever have to do again – and you can’t make me.
Paint is cheap. This was the advice from a friend of mine in the 80's when I was considering which shade of white to paint my bedroom. After she scoffed at my choice of a non-color, she said if I was going to take the time, money and effort to make a change that I should put COLOR on the wall...if you hate it, change it - paint is cheap. Hmmm, I don't know...that could be risky...and it's just not done...color? As in "not white, cream, off-white or vanilla"?
I have the opportunity to sit in real estate continuing education classes and the message to the Realtors seems to be the same in all of them: Newspapers are dead. Period.
Case in point: One Realtor instructor told us how he, at the behest of his Seller, placed a one inch classified ad for an open house in the Star Tribune…and he got NO visitors to his open house. Conclusion: That was a waste of his money and newspapers don’t work. Everyone in the class nodded appropriately – I cringed.
It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words. Oh dear...what, exactly, is my drivers license saying? Looking at the license that just expired I've decided it should be screaming "Did you LOOK in the mirror this morning? "or "What were you thinking with that hair cut?" Seriously, I'm glad there isn't a website devoted to bad drivers license photos. (There's not, is there?)
"Time flies WAY to fast. Charlie is 1 and learning so much by the day and Jaden will be 3 in just a few short months. It's starting to get fun to watch them play and interact together, but time needs to slow down."
Probably for the same reason every other critter in the county crosses them. Over the past week I've seen no fewer than 3 dead skunks on the road I drive to work. Although I feel bad for the dead animals, I've always wondered how, exactly, does one manage to hit a skunk?