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Tuesday Tips and Tricks

1 May

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Plant seeds in ice cream cone cups. Kids enjoy watching them grow, then plant in the ground.

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Keep bananas lasting a little longer, of course, you could always freeze and dip in chocolate.

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Very important!!! Always make sure you carry an extra house key even when going to the mailbox, taking out the garbage, or just getting the newspaper from the driveway.The puppy ( the size of a small pony) has jumped up on the door and has locked me out of the house on several occasions. Today, my husband was home to let me back in…thank goodness.

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Sentimental Saturday

21 Apr

To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life, and this is a softness that ends in bitterness. Flannery O’Connor

Yes, I’ll admit it, I’m extremely sentimental. There are certain treasures that mean the world to me. These treasures aren’t made of gold or encrusted with diamonds. Quite the contrary. My lower left-hand dresser drawer is jammed with small boxes filled with homemade jewelry and gifts made by tiny pre-school hands. Mixed in with the ancient playbills and old letters, I have a pair of tiny white baby shoes worn by my husband at his christening and by both my sons at theirs. On top of my dresser, I have photos of my family and friends, little knickknacks, and a silver jewelry box. Inside the box, I keep all the lucky pennies that I find. Tucked behind the jewelry box, I display a small stuffed animal that my son brought back for me from his trip to South Africa a few years ago. “These are a few of my favorite thing.” (Oops! Show tunes.)

I like to see my treasures every day, that’s why they are strategically placed on my dresser. So, you can imagine my horror when I saw Buck traipsing through the family room with my beloved lion cub. A piercing scream stopped him in his tracks, and I rescued the toy before it was damaged. I tucked it safely behind my back so I could continue reading my email. When the phone rang and I jumped up to answer it, I totally forgot my treasure. In my state of distraction, I never noticed that Buck snuck the toy outside with him when he scratched at the door for the fiftieth time. Some ten minutes later, I peeked out the window to check on the dogs, only to see Buck gnawing on the furry toy. This time, a blood-curdling scream heard round the world ensued. Still in my night gown, I chased him around the yard with a broom, yelling bloody murder. By the time I saved my precious lion, it was slimy and covered with mud. I raced to the sink, cursing, sobbing, and scrubbing the beige fur.

To make a long story longer, I cried like a baby. I’m not sure why I was so upset. All I know is, every time I saw that stuffed animal, I thought of my son and how he carried that special gift in his backpack all the way from South Africa just for his mom. So, I cried, and I cried, and I cried. Buck is just a puppy and probably doesn’t know better, but for now, he’s really in the dog house. I can’t stand to look at him. My cherished lion cub is disheveled and will never be the same, and neither will I.

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Friday Night Lights: “The Call of the Wild”

20 Apr

Our pup Buck was named after the lead character in Jack London’s classic novel, “The Call of the Wild.” Our Buck is not quite a year old, and the only thing he has in common with the novel’s heroic dog, is the word “wild.” He has chewed up everything in sight and gets into everything.

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I must admit, he is very talented, though. Buck lets himself in all the doors of the house by jumping on the door handles. He also helps himself to anything on the counters, tables, and dressers. He has turned off the TV while chewing the remote control, turned on the DVD player while stretching his long limbs, and I’m not sure yet, but he may have made a few long distance calls on my cell phone. The other day, he stole the flashlight and somehow managed to turn it on. I chased him all around the house trying to take it away from him. After about the fourth race around the family room, I started laughing uncontrollably and grabbed my camera. He probably thought it was too dark, and he had great fun having me chase him. Thus, the Friday night lights…

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“Come on, catch me if you can!”

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“Hey, can you see OK over there? Follow the light.”

β€œAt the first step upon the cold surface, Buck’s feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud. He sprang back with a snort. More of this white stuff was falling through the air. He shook himself, but more of it fell upon him. He sniffed it curiously, then licked some up on his tongue. It bit like fire, and the next instant was gone. This puzzled him. He tried it again, with the same result. The onlookers laughed uproariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew not why, for it was his first snow.”
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild

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“What’s this white fluffy stuff? Doesn’t taste like snow!”