Swing'n On A Star and All That Jazz

That statement drives me nuts and is sooooooooo not true. You catch a cold from germs not from being cold. You're more likely to die of hypothermia if you go out in cold weather without your coat before you would catch a cold. So, when a co-worker calls in sick and then returns saying they caught a cold from not wearing warm clothing when they went outside in 30 degree weather, they're totally full of shit. It probably makes no difference to those of you who don't hold 8 to 5 jobs, but it is amazing the excuses people use to call in sick. I'd guess that 90% of those people calling in sick are faking it. Case in point. It's Tuesday and one of your co-workers is 'skipping to my Lou' all day long; just having a great day and feeling what some old folks would call, 'hunky doory .' The next day they call in sick with a horrible stomach flu, and return the following day to work with nary a sign of this debilitating condition. In fact, they are humming alo

I've always been fond of words; something I get from my mother. I like to write, play scrabble, do crossword puzzles - well you get the picture. A few years ago I volunteered for a literacy program in California where I lived at the time. My first students were two Korean ladies. They had lived in Orange County for more than a decade and had a good grasp of the language, but lived in a Korean neighborhood so they rarely got the chance to speak English. What I learned was that English is a super complicated language. Imagine trying to get someone to understand why the O sound in to and go are pronounced differently. Or what's the difference between to , too and two , or there , their and they're . Grasping sarcastic humor is an altogether different challenge. Last night on Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader, a question was which of these words was a palindrome: jumbo shrimp, cuckoo, race car. For those of you who don't know or can't remember the ans

First of all let me start off by saying, "there ARE dumb questions." It's a matter of who's asking. My friend Jackie told me to start my own blog. She says it's because she knows I write and would have good stories to tell. Personally I think it's because I'm full of shit. People who are full of shit are good at playing the game, Balderdash. Anyway, a little bit a bout me. I'm married and live in Arizona with my husband and 3 dogs; 2 Wiener dogs and a Chihuahua mix. Before we got the Chihuahua we had 3 wiener dogs, so I used to tell everyone I live with 4 wieners. My husband's name is Frank. How ironic or phallic is that? All my dogs are male. Now that we have the Chihuahua I tell everyone I live with 3 wieners and a chili pepper. Chili peppers in a way remind me of doggy dicks so in a sense I still live with 4 wieners. Those who know me, know that I'm nuts about my dogs. Yes. I am a nutty dog lady. And I can safely state that