Beth doesn’t look forward to school. She’s not afraid of the subjects or the work. She’s one of many of children who go to school afraid of the other kids.
I was one of those kids. I’ve been thinking about my school days a lot lately, with all the messages I’ve received about a high school reunion coming up this year. The small minded, vengeful little prick in me…
The Mac turned 25 this week. I’m one of the privileged few to have one all this time. I was twelve when my father came home from Ray’s Connecting Point with the first Mac. I didn’t buy my own Mac until my freshman year at UF – a sweet Mac Plus with a full MB of RAM, an external hard drive, and an ImageWriter II – a set up that only set me back a few grand of…
I want to point you to a couple of links you should check out. They’re both on the same topic, but they’re both worth your time. Here, and here.
I know what you’re thinking:
“He’s tried this trick before. There’s no way in hell he knows what I’m thinking.”
Fair enough.
If I were you, I might be thinking:
“I don’t do links. You’ve…
I had another conversation with Beth about bullies in school this evening. Once again I tried to explain why some kids are mean. Once again dad didn’t have all the answers.
“You know, I was a bit like you when I was in school. Kids thought I was a little different and they picked on me a lot too. You may get a little of that from me. I’m really sorry.”
“You…
It’s official: Cheryl’s having surgery on Feb 12th to fuse two of the vertebrae in her neck. The doctor had some encouraging news. The procedure he described requires less recovery time than some of the others we’ve heard about.
Of course, this isn’t necessarily a good thing, if he’s giving bad advise, or practicing bad medicine. But he comes highly recommended from…
I’m happy to report the blue post is still on the back-burner. The weekend was just too good. Well, it wasn’t great. It wasn’t even very good. But you know what? Every day doesn’t have to be great. They can’t, not for me anyway. I grade days on a curve. Folks cringe when I say I’m ok, but that’s the meat of my curve. What’s wrong with ok? I’ll…
I was going to write some terrible, self-pitying garbage this afternoon. I was really close after the nice lady with the “Jesus is the answer!” bumper sticker cut me off in traffic. Dude! Smiting is so old testiment!
Instead I’m going to talk about this exited feeling I can’t seem to shake..
One of my coworkers was back from her trip today and had some awesome pictures to…