…Ratcatcher’s Day. I think I saw a mouse today when I took the trash out.This post is presented as a death tribute, ’cause its ON!No mercy. So, all you tree-hugging hippie types leave me alone. The capture, and eventual destruction of Mickey will not be humane, poison free or any other such nonsense. A brown paper bag and a snap…
As I ponder the upcoming month of Roctober.* I hear a faint ticking. No, no, no, it is not the oft mentioned biological clock; between The Bee and my weekly storyhours my quota for baby lovin’ is fulfilled.** The ticking that I hear comes from that ominous sense of foreboding as I realize that the older lady in my reflection…
A Lazy Facebook note-post. Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include the one who sent it to you. You can’t use the band the sender used. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Re-post as “my life according to…
In the myth of Sisyphis, the king, due to his arrogant, blatant disobeying of the Greek Gods, is forced to roll a rock up a hill. When he gets near to the top of the hill, the rock slips away from him and he must re-start the task again, for eternity. My Sisyphean task is cleaning. * My library has…
OMG.I rescind all anti-yoga statements. While I am not the wrap my leg around my body type just yet, I am certainly willing to practice to get there. Buffy and I have been working out together daily frequently on occasion, and she has convinced me to schlep along my abandoned mat and try Kimberly Fowler’s Yoga for Runners. As a…