"Mama, why do they have Christmas stuff out already?"
There's been so much disturbing news lately that I thought I'd share a couple of different "bits." They both came from forwarded emails, so perhaps you have seen them, but they bear repeating.
Last Saturday while the Bulldog nation sweated out a 35-32 victory over the Tennessee Volunteers that should not have been as hard as our scholar-athletes made it, former head football coach and athletic director Vince Dooley's first team at UGA was recognized on the occasion of its 50th anniversary. As nice as that was, more - much more - needs to be done to honor the legendary Hall of Fame coach.
"I love you more" has been an ongoing thing between my son and me.
If I am being honest, there's more times than I count that things don't go my way.
According to Mama, I am not a grown up yet. I do not have a full appreciation of country music and until I do, I cannot be deemed a grown up.
September is not only the full-fledged beginning of the new school year, it is also start-up time for organization activities that have filled many planning hours during the "dormant" days of July and August.
It seems like summer is slowly beginning to turn to fall. Some vegetable gardens may still be producing well, but others are beginning to wind down for the season. For those of us whose gardens have given up, consider planting a cover crop this fall to improve your vegetable garden next summer.
I am not sure what started the discussion but I was in trouble - big, big trouble.
Part of the joys of homeschooling is seeing my child's face light up during our discussions, the animated way he gets excited and can sit and talk about certain subjects for 45 minutes - which he said he didn't have the opportunity to do before. The heartbreak is hearing my child's fears of failure.
In college statistics, I realized the Evan Esar's quote that "statistics is the science of producing unreliable facts from reliable figures" was true. They taught my class how to go to extremes with the science of figures. The point was to understand that everything has a counter point.
When you live in a small town, people know you. When you have the privilege of living in a small town in the mountains, people know your dogs, too.
Not many people nowadays are familiar with whole milk, in which the richest part does indeed rise to the top of the container.
I never thought I would be one to homeschool my child.
Marriage has got some pretty bad statistics associated with it. I read something that said the divorce rate percentages were now closer to 60/40 split instead of 50/50.
Early March can be one of the blandest times in the landscape.
"Mama, is it bad that I am happy?"
I just finished sending out congratulatory messages across the globe to various women I have worked with through the decades.
Now is the time to start preparing your garden for potato plantings.
"So, how are Mama and Uncle Bobby doing without Granny?" my friend Renee asked as she took a seat across the table from me.
It must be open season on people who are overweight.
With all of the recent winter weather, a summer lawn may be the last thing on your mind. However, now is the time to start thinking about controlling summer annual weeds, such as crabgrass.
I sometimes think people have lost all sense of boundaries and personal decorum.
The winter storm of the past week has led to many shrubs and trees damaged in home landscapes.
I have often marveled how teachers could do it. Not just the keeping a classroom of children occupied or trying to keep track of how many kids have gone to the restroom, either. I have always been in awe of those good teachers who really inspire their students to learn.
I am not by any means a jewelry girl.
My "here" is quite different from what it was at the beginning of 2015.
No one listens to me.
Winter doesn't seem like a good time for insect control in your home orchard or landscape, does it? The frigid temperatures of February aren't conducive to much insect activity. However, right now insects are hiding out on your trees and shrubs waiting for the warm temperatures of spring to pop out and mess with your plants.
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