Yep, you read that right!
I get press releases from all over the nation covering everything imaginable. Sometimes I just think people have too much time on their hands.
Last week I got a release about the top best cities and the worse cities for naked gardening.
Phone technology has changed so much since I was a youngster that it’s unbelievable.
I grew up in an era when we had telephone operators that would say, “number please.” And we also had party lines, which meant you shared a line with another person. You weren’t supposed to listen in to another person’s conversation, but....... sometimes you just couldn’t help it.
As I write this on Tuesday, the forecast for the predicted storms headed our way sound pretty serious. High winds, hail, thunderstorms, hail and possibly tornadoes are all in the watch. The storms are supposed to hit later this afternoon.
I love storms. I always have, even as a child.
Now that the eclipse is over, everyone can return to their normal routine, whatever that may be.
It was fun, exciting, and as I read this morning, or those who were in places where the eclipse was total, there were four minutes of silence. In some areas the eclipse lasted about four minutes.
People either flew or drove hundreds, maybe thousands of miles just to see this once in a lifetime event. I saw on the news that one man flew in from Africa just to see it.
April is here and we’re all anticipating lots of sunshine and warmer temperatures. But first there must be rain. Even though I’m writing this on Monday, rain is in the forecast for the next couple of days.
April 1 is usually a day of fun and April Fool’s Day shenanigans, tricks, and pranks. However, historians just aren’t sure how April Fool’s Day originally started. But what they do know is the custom goes back centuries. I’m sure many remember playing the best April Fool’s joke on someone or being the target of one such joke.
The “Soundtrack of Spotlight” was a huge success last weekend at the Nelson Ice Center in Springfield.
It was everything and more! The costumes were beautiful, the music was fantastic and the ice skaters were awesome. And they were right; you couldn’t help but tap your feet and wiggling with the rythmn. There’s just something about “Jailhouse Rock,” “Yellow Submarine,” and of course, “Dancing Queen” that stirs up a lot of happy memories of days gone by. It definitely was a fun show.
It’s that time of year again and I am excited!
It’s the annual ice skating show at the Nelson Center in Springfield---and my granddaughter, Nea, is in several numbers.
Nea started ice skating when she was 4.5. She is on the autustic spectrum, so her parents wanted to find something that she would be comfortable in, yet would excel in at her own pace.
Through a lot of therapy and trying different activities, Nea has made amazing strides in her life. She will be 14 March 29.
Let’s face it! We are having beautiful, but freaky weather for this time of year. Yes, we love the sunshine and 70+ degrees outside. Add to that the time change (something I dislike, but many prefer it) which gives us more daylight hours in the evening.
February and March have many times in the past been our worse winter months. Warm days, cold nights, thunderstorms, ice storms, tornadoes, blizzards, you name it. The weather is pretty unstable during these two momths. Then in April, it tries to balance itself out.
“Hi there, I am a little bat. I do not suck your blood and I definitely don’t want to get stuck in your hair. That’s just gross! If I should accidentally fly into your house, please don’t hit me with cricket bats and brooms, it really hurts and I am so scared! It was an accident. I didn’t mean to scare you! I am just as scared as you are. I am fighting for my life and you are just scared. It is not a fair fight.
Here I am, humbly eating my crow. Yep, I did it again!
Last week I wrote a column about a mysterious electric toothbrush that had been living at my house for a few weeks. Checking all my sources, I decided it belong to my grandson, Mason. Mason and Tarra were here a couple of weeks ago and I reminded Mason to take it home. That’s when he announced to me that it wasn’t his.