I love my work from home gig. For oh so many reasons, but these are my top three…
1. The coffee pot is always filled with fresh coffee.
2. My dog can come to work with me every day. So can my cat but this is not always productive (see image)
If I sit ON the keyboard do you think she will notice me…?
3. The coffee pot is always filled with fresh coffee.
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Oh how I love thee. Let me count the ways…
1. I get the ice cream container all to myself.
2. I listen to the chorus of the crickets and katydids. They are so loud it’s no wonder they keep their ears on their elbows.
3. i chat with the moon. She listens. I swear to God.
4. I wish on a shooting star (which might be a plane, or even a satellite….but since no one is there to correct me, I know my wish will come true.)
5. I’m the first one to see the sun rise.
The days after a bout of insomnia can be pretty tricky. Symptoms of Insomnia can include:
Sleepiness during the day. (Imagine!)
Irritability (Mostly for other people, as I rarely lose my sparkling personality.)
What I experience is that simple decisions are difficult. The brain is slower. Reflexes are slower. And, occasionally, I flood the guest bathroom because I leave the hot water running and then go to bed thinking I might actually be able to sleep. It’s only until I hear another member of the household yelling about the deluge do I realize through my fog that I forgot to turn off the tap.
Oh well – I might as well mop up since I can’t sleep anyway. The good news is, the flood went through the bathroom floor (upstairs) and leaked down through the kitchen ceiling so I have enough to work on until breakfast, when I most likely will fall asleep.
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Malala speaks in front of the UN. If you have not heard her speak yet – don’t miss it.
“On the ninth of October, 2012, the Taliban shot me on the left side of my forehead. They shot my friends too. They thought the bullet would silence us. But they failed. Out of that silence came thousands of voices….Weakness, fear, and hopelessness died. Strength, fervor, and courage was born.”
I’d say so.
“One child, one teacher, one book and one pen can change the world.”
See and hear her speak here:
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Happy Summer everyone! The longest day of the year!! Today is the day! Woooooo hooo!
Though I am grateful for the longest day of the year, this is not really what is on my mind because at 6:30pm this evening I am supposed to be somewhere doing something with someone but because I have a the handwriting of a Neurosurgeon, I can’t read what the heck I wrote on my calendar.
SLIFDGAUR it says. 6:30pm.
I have no idea what SLIFDGAUR means or what I meant when I wrote it. there is no unintelligible phone number scribbled alongside the unintelligible scribble so I couldn’t even not call the person i am supposed to SLIFDGAUR with.
Is it you, Dear Reader? Am I supposed to meet you for coffee? Do I have a dance lesson this afternoon? (God knows I could use one!), has someone named a new dinosaur after me? SLIFDGAUR- A -SAURUS…
I am at a loss… Clearly I am supposed to be somewhere. It was important enough that I took the time to write the information hastily on the calendar. Or, maybe someone is coming here? In that case, I need to clean the house and take a shower. (Do I have any clean laundry?)
If I could just remember what SLIFDGAUR means… When i do a Google search it offers me “lifeguard” and stores where I can buy lifeguard suits. This beauty below is offered at SEARS.
This suit is more likely to cause an emergency situation than prevent one.
Anyhoo, if anyone out there knows where I am supposed to be at 6:30pm and what I am supposed to be doing, please call me at: &^& – 99#- 3%%3. Thanks.
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When I decided to get a Newfoundland dog, I researched everything about them. I already knew I loved them because I had one growing up. His name was “Grand Noir”. Yep. Big Black. What we lacked in naming skills he more than made up for in charm and personality.
Big Black was the nicest, funniest, shediest, cuddliest, most amazing beast I ever knew. A true Gentle Giant. Happy to hang out with my pre-teen self even if I was just laying on the floor reading. Big Black read with me.
Back then we had no idea of how to raise a pup so it was good he figured out how to be a good dog all on his own.
I always knew I would get my own Newf. I researched for three years to find the right breeder, the right foods to feed him, the best training styles for a Newfy’s gentle temperament.
To keep him safe and sound, I fenced in over two acres of land so he would have room to roam. He would be safe! A big dog requires big room! Right?
I have had Digory for 9 years and he has never been more than this far away from me.
I can get closer if you need me to!
I could have saved big money on the fence.
Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!
This is as far as I have ever been from my dog…
And only because I walked away from him.
It’s easy to take him for a walk as when I move from living room to kitchen, he accompanies me. Kitchen to family room, with me. Family room to laundry room? On it!
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Good morning readers.
Taking the opportunity on this grey and rainy day to let you know about a great blog that I found through a friend. The blog, “Good Morning Gloucester” is helmed by Joey C. (don’t ask me to spell his last name or it will take up all the space I have for this post.) You don’t have to be from Gloucester to enjoy the blog. It is written with wit, humor, love, and a large dose of community involvement. This is a blog with a heart and soul.
Soft inner liner saves the day and your privates!
My friend Steph, has a fledgling company, Coastal Dog Apparel, which makes anti-chafing swim suits for boys and men… That’s right fellas, you don’t have to do the penguin walk off the beach anymore and pretend you aren’t chafed beyond repair! And parents, you don’t have to bring your son to the pediatrician to figure out what to do about that rash he has in that place of all places!
*Note to pediatricians: you may want to leave the prescription pad at home and prescribe a Coastal Dog suit! (see photo)
I digress… My friend Paul over at Ohana restaurant (Good food. Good people), recommended I connect with Good Morning Gloucester as he thought GMG could highlight the Coastal Dog Apparel company and the photo shoot we did on a local beach in Gloucester, MA. (For those not from Massachusetts it is pronounced “Glosta.”)
We sent Joey an email, and he was kind enough to include our post, which led to new business and since all profits from Coastal Dog sales go to help children in need, new business is important!
Good morning Gloucester is the best place to get the latest info on what’s happening when in Gloucester and the surrounding community. The coverage is comprehensive, often hilarious, and always informative. My particular favorites are the beautiful photos included and the coverage of local bands and hot spots.
Good Morning Gloucester – a blog from a Lover of All Things Gloucester – and it shows.
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They are running thirty two minutes late.
“Please be on time for your appointment” the message tells me. “This time has been reserved especially for you.” They call and leave a reminder message the day before the appointment and remind me to Be On Time.
This time is My Time. They Reserved This Time For Me.
They are running thirty two minutes late – into and over My Special Time. My special reserved time that I made sure I was on time for. Early, actually.
They call me into the room but don’t pronounce my name right. Please. It’s phonetic. Say it as it is spelled. Use the pronunciation rules of the English language. You make me wait 32 minutes and now you call me by a name that isn’t mine. I have been coming here for years. Making me wait a half hour and then mangling my name makes me feel special and happy to be at your place of business.
If you are running late you have my cell phone number, my home number, my social security and license plate number. Call me. Text me. I give you every single form of finding me when I fill out those damn forms (in triplicate) just to get in the door to see you. You have my blood type, and my mother’s maiden name. You can find me. Let me know you are running late.
Let me know that My Special Reserved Time is not when you thought it would be and is moved thirty-two minutes later. I’d be better able to manage the time I have. I could adjust a few things in my day.
I don’t want to sit in your office and read People Magazine. (Do people really still read People? )
Had I known my appointment was going to take three times as long, I would have brought a book. Or Mad Libs.
Or, the new episodes of Arrested Development. LOVE Jason Bateman. LOVE Arrested Development. I could have streamed two episodes during this enforced Me Time.
Anyhoo– They have called my name – well, something approximating my name. Gotta go so I can be rushed through my appointment so they can get home in time to have special reserved time with their families.
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