Oh yeah. I finally stopped talking about it and did it.I stopped thinking about it and made it so.I took a took a deep breath, stopped worrying about what I might miss and what I might not be able to do and I have registered for school. Yay me! When I graduated high school way back when (actual date redacted;…
Last Spring I was introduced to Hilaire Belloc through a book of poems requested by a patron. After feeling equally shocked and titillated by his poems, I showed the following to The Bee who was just as horrified and enchanted with the tale of a little girl whose lies causes her death.And to think, children were told these tales before…
The American Society of Poets have a great FAQ about April as National Poetry Month. Click here for information about the month. Anyhoodle, off to the poems! When The Bee was about 3, she became obsessed with Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats after watching a PBS special called “Broadway’s Lost Treasures” (I think) which aired during the weekly, quarterly begging fundraising….
While I can attest that The Bee loves her school and I love my job, there are days that beg to be played hooky, days that are just Mental Health* Days and days that the lure of the mattress is too strong to resist. Sigh! Here is one that speaks to anyone who feels like calling in. Sick by Shel…
Golly, The Simpsons have been on since I was in high school! That’s a pretty darn long time ago! Anyhoozie, the very first Halloween episode, Treehouse of Horror, featured Bart and Lisa telling spooky stories. The first is a parody of the Amytiville Horror, the second is a Twilight Zone spoof (It’s a cookbook!) the final is Lisa reading “The…