Knowing nothing

You ever get the feeling that you know nothing?

I get the feeling I know nothing about anything the older I get.

Maybe it’s because I live with a teenager who knows everything…😉

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The fork in the road of life

I was thinking about something LA said this morning in her blog. It led me to contemplate the proverbial fork in the road.

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End of day balancing of books

Typically, when someone speaks of balancing the books, the meaning evokes a statement about finances, or economics. It’s an accounting term.

The other day, a friend used this phrase in a completely different context.

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Emerging from the comfort zone: part 2

This post is part of a series. You can read part 1 here.

The other day was the Super Bowl in America. This is probably the only time I watch American Football up here in my little corner of southern Canada. Not so much for the sport, but for all the hoopla. You know, the commercials (fun), the halftime show (meh), the ridiculous amount of fan fare over some players (ugh)… it’s entertaining to me.

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Emerging from the comfort zone: part 1

Fear.

I live in constant, crippling fear of the what ifs. Do you know this about me?

Some people do.

Here’s the thing.

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How one child learned to apply her tried and true study methods

Years ago I taught my very young child how to memorize something for school. I said:

Repetition is key. Write it down over and over again until you feel comfortable.

After some resistance and push back, she tried it out. Little girls, it seemed, were attracted to doodling with colorful markers.

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A container of food for the little old lady

The other day I went over to take Molly, the Schnoodle pup who just celebrated her 12th birthday, for a walk and then on to my house for a change of scenery.

(Scroll down and check out my Instragram feed of Molly’s head on my leg, preventing me from getting up and doing just about anything that day…)

Her female human is recuperating from a lengthy medical procedure and appreciated my offer to sit the pooch. The male human was at work.

As I entered the house, we exchanged some chit chat while simultaneously paying attention to a very barky Molly. Then, on my way out the door, my friend handed me a Tupperware container full of food.

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