With Mother’s Day approaching, there’s an awful lot of sentimental, sometimes downright maudlin, stuff on the Internet and other places, concerning mothers and motherhood. That’s fine. Folks do get emotional when it comes to their mothers. No gripe here.
Once again, I am the villain. Odd how it works out that way.
I got a kick out of the story from The Netherlands, about a chimpanzee that destroyed a drone when its keepers sent one a-droning over the zoo exhibit where it lives.
I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass
I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass.
Back during all the icy weather, I said to someone that I’d rather sneeze than freeze. I meant it quite literally.
I recall the day, while I was toiling away in the second grade, when my fellow toilers and I were informed that, beginning immediately, we would use nothing but “real writin’” for all tests and anything else we did that required written communication.
After reading that a production of the play, “The Vagina Monologues” had been cancelled at Mt. Holyoke College in Massacheusetts, I was intrigued. The reason given was that it wasn’t inclusive enough, because trans-gender women were not included in the play. First let me say, that if it can be scheduled, it can be unscheduled. Totally their right. No outrage there. However, I began to get my feelings hurt a little after I thought about it, and realized that I couldn’t remember a single instance in which I’ve benefitted from political correctness. Obviously, the PC Police have been ignoring me, and that knowledge hurt my feelings even more. To that … Continued
I could hardly believe my ears when I heard that foul, four-letter word on TV: Snow.
I’m on record as being a fan of college football, and not caring that much about the NFL. I know I am in a minority. I don’t care.