(Photo found here.) OK, time for another grammar lesson kids. I know, it probably bugs the crap out of you when I do these posts, but it’s not often, so suck it up. Here’s the gist of it: I’m tired of seeing apostrophes used for plurals! Tired of it, I tell you! But I haven’t said much about it, except that I suspect that plurals don’t appreciate being used as possessives. It occurs to me that perhaps, some readers might make good use of more information. So, here goes. The correct uses of an apostrophe are: 1. To indicate the possessive form of a noun. For example, “Genevieve’s new bed…

Because it’s St. Patrick’s Day, so green is the “IT” color of the day, and because I saw this over at Beenzzz’s place, and couldn’t resist. Even if I am boring and reliable. I do like olive green, though. 😉 You Are Olive Green You are the most real of all the green shades. You’re always true to yourself. For you, authenticity and honesty are very important… both in others and yourself. You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you. People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know. What Color Green Are You?

One of the things I like about Maya’s middle school is Wednesday mornings.  In her elementary school, she used to get out of school at 1:00 on Wednesday afternoons, which was nice, but now instead of getting out early, they start late.  So, one day a week, we get to have a slower start to her day.  Maya sleeps in (and sometimes, like today, I do too).  Often we have time to sit down and eat breakfast together, as opposed to her eating eggo waffles while we walk to school (don’t worry, no messy syrup).  The morning just doesn’t have that same rushed feeling as the rest of the week…

Not only is it Friday, it’s a three day weekend!  Yay!  I’m kinda thinking I could use a long weekend right about now.  Seems like I’ve been busy busy busy lately. Last weekend, Maya and I attended a girls seminar held by Soroptomist International.  Maya took classes in Self Defense, Yoga, and Etiquette, and I took classes in Talking to your teen-aged daughter, and helping your teen to succeed.  Maya liked her classes, except the one on etiquette, which she didn’t like at all.  But the classes that she might have been more interested in were full, so that’s what she got.  But she did learn a few self defense…

There was a time, years ago, when I was practically never home alone.  Ted was working on his dissertation, Maya was in pre-school, and I was working across the street from her school.  I would get up and go to work in the morning, leaving Ted with Maya.  He would get her up and ready for school, and I would pick her up in the afternoon.  If I were home, either Ted or Maya were also here, usually both of them.  I remember once in awhile, envying Ted his quiet time at home, time alone to spend however he chose, though of course that wasn’t the reality of it…he was…

While we don’t believe in paying our child for getting good grades, we have been known to celebrate our successes in life. So when Maya came home on Friday with a report card that showed how hard she’s been working, Ted said we would celebrate, and she could pick what we have for dinner. Anywhere she wanted to go, or we could cook at home. Being an intelligent child, as it is the height of Dungeness Crab season, she said she wanted crab, at home. Yay! It just so happens that I had been eyeballing the crab at a local grocery a day or two before, and had decided that…

It’s probably a good thing that we have given up selling our little condo, because it looks like we live in a construction zone right about now. Some of what is going on is improvements, and some of it is repair type work, and some is just plain mud and mess due to rain, but gosh, if I were a prospective buyer, I wouldn’t even walk through the front door. Heck, even the front door is a mess. We live in a condo complex that is almost 30 years old, and the exterior is shingles, for that lovely ‘Tahoe look”, as they call it. 30 year old shingles start to…