I had never heard of the Straight Edge movement so decided it would be good to share this new information (to me) with you. “Straight Edge is a subculture and subgenre of hardcore punk whose adherents refrain from using alcohol, tobacco, and other recreational drugs. The movement adopted the term from the song “Straight Edge” by the 1980s hardcore punk band, Minor Threat.” [courtesy National Day of Calendar] Continue reading “Straight Edge Movement”
It’s National Boss’s Day
Who is your boss
The person who owns the company you work for
Or the manager of a place owned by a conglomerate
Or the head of your department
I’m thinking…who is my boss
My husband because he works and I don’t
Perhaps my children, if I admit they run the house
or they used to anyway
and I still run when they call
Wait…Wait…
Who is it that gets me out of bed to let him out
Who sleeps in my chair while I sit on the couch
Who can open the screen door by himself, but waits for me
Who won’t eat out of his bowl if the bottom is showing
Who chases others of his kind off our property
Who makes me vacuum more often than I would like to
You guessed it….the CAT
He does indeed control a lot of my actions while I’m home
Thankfully he has no other employees to boss when we travel
Have you ever been to the emergency room? Probably. Think about your nurse a minute. I know, you are thinking about how long you spent there. Ignore that for now. My point is they have to be all around aware, ready for anything. There might be a bee sting allergic reaction in one room, a broken leg in another room, a heart attack in the next , and another patient that can’t breath for some unknown reason in the following. The ages of the people they care for is also all over the place. I’d say they deserve a major portion of respect and thanks just for dealing with the variables. If they can do it with a smile and show some empathy they get an extra couple of gold stars. I would add more accolades if they take the time to explain what they are doing or can answer questions in lay terms without seeming rushed. Continue reading “Thank You to the ER Nurses”
“Mom, I’m thinking of bringing home a girl.”
“What’s holding you back.”
“She has no idea we’re Jewish.”
“Haven’t you talked religion?”
“Only to the point we both admit we believe in God. She thinks I play poker on Friday nights, then sleep late on Saturday.”
“Isn’t that deceptive? What does she do?”
“Calls it her ‘girly night’ to go out drinking with friends “
“Why haven’t you told her you’re Jewish?”
“Because I wasn’t sure she would date me.”
“I don’t think religion is the big sticking point it used to be. What’s her name?”
“Debbie Wesson.”
“Wesson, as in Wesson Oil or Smith and Wesson?”
“Actually she’s a Smith and Wesson great-great-granddaughter.”
“Does her name come with money?”
“Mom!”
Pregnant pause. “Does she shoot?”
“Yes, and hunts, cleans and eats what she kills.”
“Why on earth would you even get to know….what would one call her, a redneck?”
“She’s not a redneck, she’s a realist. Refreshing compared to some of our idealistic cousins.”
“Son, our whole family is white collar.”
“She’s studying law just like I am.”
“It doesn’t sound like she thinks like us.”
“So you’ll accept a non-Jew only if she shares your political beliefs?”
“I’m sure your father will see it that way.”
“Please Mom, what you are not saying?”
“The problem is her background. We will not tolerate an NRA supporter in this house. I strongly suggest you tell her you are Jewish and use that as an excuse to stop seeing her.” Click!
I love the picture shown for this day of Do Something Nice. It depicts at what an early age a person enjoys an act of kindness. It is a little stereotypical in that the boy is doing something nice for the girl. Oh well. The kids are cute as can be. Continue reading “Show Some Love”
No this isn’t going to be a recollection about how I walked more than a mile to school, in the snow, uphill both ways…… I’m sure you have heard your grandparents or parents tell that tale a time or two. I lived seven miles from my school (K-12 all in the same sprawling building) and had to ride the bus every day. It was a treat for me when I would stay overnight with a friend in the town my school was in and we could walk home. I don’t remember the distance, but I do know it took of forever, not because it was so far, but because we were talking, looking at flowers, petting dogs, and goofing off. It was fun especially after sitting still all day in class. I never did that very well, still don’t. Continue reading “Enjoy the Fresh Air”
Sue Spitulnik 