There was a boy, named Jack, who hung out with a group of friends from his neighborhood. They all did many things together, and Jack had a lot of fun doing them. For the most part, they did not do things to get into trouble, but that didn’t make them any less fun. His friends liked to kid each other, but it was something that they all did to each other, except Jack. He had always been kind…
I’ve just heard that Florida’s wonderful education system pays it’s new top education post more than any other state, and 33% more than the top Federal education post. Many state employees I know fantasize about being a federal employee, and the higher pay and better benefits that come with it. I guess our Education chief does not share those fantasies. Further, I’ve heard…
This week Cheryl and I actually agreed on a tentative date to go to New Orleans to visit my sister. We’ve been meaning to go for as long as Christy has been there, but you know what good intentions will get you; that and 32 cents won’t send a letter to tell someone you aren’t coming. I can already taste the greasy donuts, feel street refuse under my feet, and sense the mighty…
Did I mention last week that we were painting? Well, we are. Did I mention what we are painting? We are painting our living room, dining area and hallway. Did you hear what color we are using? We’re painting the living room a light shade of green, the hallway a darker shade of green, and the dining area blue. Well, Cheryl THINKS we are painting the dining area blue. I’m not to sure…
The upshot to all of this is that we may have saved some money repairing our microwave instead of buying new. The dang thing was only two years old, so we figured it ought to have more life left to it. Plus, repairing it only cost 1/2 the cost of a new one. I told Cheryl this when we were deciding whether to repair it. It was a verbal exchange that, to me, spoke volumes about our personalities.
I’ve been a busy beaver, and a tired one at that, but I’m not complaining. We’ve started a project at home: painting the living room. It turns out that one of Cheryl’s coworkers is a bad influence. Painting has always been something Cheryl wanted to do, but I’ve always been able to sidetrack her. Now, she spends all day with someone at work who has painted her house…