I often drool over tea pots.
But nothing can compare to my Brown Betty.
How I love her.

At one time, a box full of bees was the only thing that could save me.
But things change.

One morning in the second grade, I found a broken and empty cigarette lighter in front of the school bus. Before first recess, as we were getting on our coats in the hallway, I had it out and was rubbing it back and forth on the carpet listening to the noise it made, when Miss Hansen, the pinched looking first grade teacher, walked by with her ( Read more... )

I am capable of a childlike, annoying, bouncing off the walls type of energy. For some reason, I am ashamed of this.

If anyone is interested in seeing photos of yesterday's mushroom find and c.'s grubby hands, go here.

This is totally awesome. You must read it and then you must download the video! DO IT! DO IT!

People only stutter at the beginning of the word, they don’t say “stuttering-ing-ing-ing” because they’re not afraid when they get to the end of the word. There’s just regret.

I had to go find a nickel. hold it in my hand.
The California myotis weighs even less.

If you meet the Buddha at Pride, be grateful
By Bija Andrew Wright

I should like to learn to play an instrument one day. I always quit right as I start to get good. fear of success.

Cello and banjo are highest on the list. Concertina and piccolo. Dulcimer and violin.

But I am thinking once again of the violI had a crush on a boy many a few years ago that played viol. The last day I was able to look him in the ( Read more... )