- The Sunday paper featured an ad for sassy, sweet, tomato dipping sauce. In the olden days–say last week or so–we called that stuff ketchup. Or catsup. But never sassy, sweet, tomato dipping sauce.
- This spring the male eastern cicadas are emerging from their below ground man caves, an event that happens every 17 years. Apparently, the sex-starved fellas will wiggle their abdomens, at a decibel level irresistible to the females of their species, but maddeningly loud to the rest of creation. Sure sounds like the plot to a Star Trek movie to me.
- Speaking of Star Trek movies, I’m a big fan of Benedict Cumberbatch. Except I forget his name a lot and remember it as Bartholomew Cumberbund. No wonder he didn’t invite me to the movie’s premier.
What do you call sassy, sweet, tomato dipping sauce? Ketchup? Catsup? Or Bartholomew Cumberbund?
- Though my parents were not of royal birth, princess was at the top of my what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up list when I was a kid.
- People with childhood vocational aspirations similar to mine don’t understand the protests against the Barbie Dream House Mansion in Germany. If someone could explain it, we’d be most grateful.
- If you’re still trying to think of the perfect Mother’s Day gift, how about buying your mom a tiara and treating her like a princess all day long? That would totally work for me!
So what’s on your Mother’s Day shopping or wish list? Leave a comment!
- Back in junior high, I read a biography of the ballerina Maria Tallchief, who I figured had to be at least 80 years old since she was retired. Imagine my surprise at the news of her death at age 88 last week!
- As Mom’s representative payee, I am required to complete a detailed, multipage report to account for her tiny Civil Service pension, a somewhat detailed one page report about her much larger Social Security pension, and absolutely nothing about her equally large state employee pension. Can anyone explain the logic behind that?
- Since the oatmeal and whole wheat flour I put in chocolate chip cookies makes them twice as good for a person, that means they’re four times as good for me if I eat twice as many of them as usual, right?
What faulty math’s been plaguing you this week? Leave a comment.
Sis, me, Cousin Nell, and Bro (partially hidden) a few years before the Remsen Pool days
- I heard Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I Got Love in My Tummy on the radio yesterday. It took me straight back to childhood, dancing to the tune with my sibs and cousins in the Remsen pool in the 60s. Suddenly, I felt young again.
- But the Remsen pool is gone now, along with most pools from my childhood–the Le Mars Public Pool, the pool in our junior high school, and the one at church camp. Suddenly, I felt very, very old.
- But then, the radio announcer said yesterday was the coldest first day of spring since 1965. So much for the good old days and the present. I’m gonna’ look forward to the future and warmer days ahead!
What are you looking forward to today? Leave a comment.
- First, the forecast was for 12 inches of snow, and we got 3. Next, it was for 2 inches of snow, and we got 6. It was good week to not be a weather person in Iowa.
- On the other hand, it was a wonderful week to be a writer who works from home and doesn’t need to worry about the weather or road conditions.
- This week is a good one to remember C. Everett Koop who died Monday at age 96. He’s best remembered as former Surgeon General of the United States, but at our house he’s remembered as the pediatric surgeon whose pioneering work made the difference between life and death for our firstborn.
How’s this week been good for you? Leave a comment.
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- According to two characters in the mystery, Bleeding Hearts, cold weather causes Februaryitis. It’s defined as “thinking about how awful everything’s gotten and how everybody’s attitude is all wrong.” So that’s what’s wrong with me!
- Reading a captivating, complicated, and humorous murder mystery cured my Februaryitis.
- If you’re suffering Februaryitis, consider reading Bleeding Hearts by Jane Haddam. The Armenian neighborhood in Philadelphia is the perfect place to visit while waiting for March and spring to arrive.
Are you suffering from Februaryitis? How do you recommend curing it?