A new comment on an old topic deserves more attention than it is getting, so I’m re-posting it here. I am posting this information any and everywhere I can. My brother was a Georgia Tann baby. The documents from the state of TN say that he was born Raymond Lewis Bradley on Sept. 14, 1947 […]
There is no “R” at the end of idea no matter how many times he gives a speech about conservation of letters. It is an IDEA and not an idear. That extra r is for me ROLLING my eyes.
Do you pronounce coupon as koo-pon or que-pon? It sounds like que-pon when I say it. Do pin and pen have different pronunciations? They sound the same when I say them. How do you pronounce Jenny? I don’t understand why, but apparently I say it wrong. I still maintain that I don’t have an accent… […]
SuperTween typed up a plan for the weekend. I have three thoughts on her plan: 1. She has no sense of time. 2. She seriously underestimates 7-y-o boys. 3. Knowing how grumpy she is after a sleep(less)over, two nights in a row of sleep(less)over is never going to happen. – – – – – – […]
It is no secret that I have a love/hate relationship with Pinterest. When an elementary school teacher sends out an email request that parents do the projects that she pins on her boards, I hate Pinterest. Pinterest is a fun place to see collections of interesting ideas. Trying to recreate the projects is frustrating and […]
Once upon a time, while exploring the woods behind my great grandmother‘s home in Natchez Trace Park, I came upon a broken piece of pottery. I scraped at the dirt and found several more chips and shards of jugs and bowls. Excited at my treasure, I ran to my grandmother‘s kitchen. My mother stood in […]
“It’s not moving. I think it’s dead.” – every small child that looks at our pet snake
I like the people currently serving on our School Board. I don’t have to agree with everything they say and do. I believe that their intention is to work with the limitations they are given to do what is in the best interests of students. My trust in them is not given blindly. There are […]
“The woman who cut my hair remembered cutting Sawyer’s hair.” Well, of course she did. How many seven-year-old boys sit back to have their hair shampooed, grin from earlobe to earlobe and say, “Ahhhhh” the entire shampoo? It was so loud that the other men getting their hair trimmed were giggling. Grown men giggling at […]