This Is Named “Rose,” Mr. Shakespeare
As many of you already know, the husband and I recently moved into a cozy . At the front of this are several s. And in one of these s, to my utter delight and surprise, I have discovered …
As many of you already know, the husband and I recently moved into a cozy . At the front of this are several s. And in one of these s, to my utter delight and surprise, I have discovered …
Delicious, yummy, delectable, scrumptious, or even scrum-dilly-umptious, if you will…
This is a rant. You’ve been warned. So, here in Oklahoma, we just had the hottest July on record. As of today — on which the official high was 108º, although, as you can see, my iPhone insists it was 111 — there’s a statewide burn ban. I’m not too broken up about that, …
Caveat emptor readtor: This post might mirror my life: jumbled, disorganized, exhausted, frantic. (And yet, there’s a tranquil part, too, because I am SO THRILLED TO BE LIVING IN A HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE 1996!!!) You’ve been warned. ; ) *ahem* Anyway, I’ve been thinking about the definition of “friend.” I really started …
So, in case you haven’t seen it yet on Facebook or Twitter, I have the dubious honor of immersing myself in a jury pool this week. I grew up in Germany and attended German schools, so I’ve had little to nil exposure to the ins and outs of the American judicial system. Thus, I learned things today! Let me show you them! 3 Lessons from Jury Duty…
1. The court selects its jury pool from DMV records — not from voter registration or homeowner records, as I thought it did.
2. In a room full of 200 strangers, it’s rather inappropriate to voice your opinion that “all Middle-Easterners are inbred, and we should just let them all kill each other.” (The voicer of said opinion was a 60-something white man who, I gathered from his conversation, hasn’t spent a whole lot of time observing any Easterners, Middle or otherwise.)
3. If you don’t speak English, they still won’t send you home. (Instead, you get to sit there with the rest of us until someone figures out whether or not you’re really a U.S. citizen.)
My dearest, most venerable inklings, Yesterday was Memorial Day. To celebrate this, the husband and I spent four days together with family members, installing hardwood flooring in the husband’s parents’ house. Here are a few moments that happened during that time: My brother-in-law practiced his baseball swing by hitting wood bees with a 2×4. For …
Since Ed and I moved here three-and-a-half years ago, we’ve had a tornado scare every spring. And without fail, every time there’s a tornado headed our way, it lifts somewhere west of us and passes us by. The same thing happened yesterday. We huddled in that basement for an hour, while the temperature rose, and the humidity increased…