Following Rules — Or Not

Following Rules — Or Not.When I was a little girl I was a serious rule-follower. Something as small as a disappointed glance from an authority figure was enough to make my stomach churn. So when my first grade teacher got tired of wasted art supplies and made a rule that the kids needed to stop breaking crayons just for fun, you’d think I would easily fall in line.

But something got into me that day, and when I picked up my perfect red crayon to draw I suddenly had an urge I just couldn’t resist. When Mrs. Robbins wasn’t looking, I held my crayon in two hands and broke it easily with a satisfying snap.

Later that night, my mom just couldn’t understand why I was too sick to eat dinner and went to bed with a tummy ache.

I finally confessed, but the tummy ache lasted into the weekend, until my dad ran into Mrs. Robbins at the grocery store, told my story, and she said all was forgiven.

As an adult I looked back and realized the grocery store meeting was very likely a merciful fantasy fabricated by my dad just to make me feel better. But it worked!

(thanks MissouriQuiltCo.com)

Every child should have wonderful memories of long ago days

One of the most important things about childhood is that you should always know someone who lets you play in their jewelry box. My favorite aunt let my sisters and try on all her jewelry, which we often took advantage of on a slow Sunday afternoon.

She had a mesmerizing pink pearl ring, lots of very long necklaces, and even a ring with a special, tiny storage compartment you could pop open. (We used that one to pretend to be a very elegant spy who put sleeping powder into villains’ drinks!)

And then there was her butterfly ring. It was a very delicate, thin metal band topped with one tiny butterfly done in metal and red stone.

I loved it. My aunt must have known, because many years later she gave me her butterfly ring for my birthday, and wearing it brings me back to my days as a little girl playing pretend.

So what memories of childhood do you cherish?

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Still More Facts About Cats

* The oldest known cat was Creme Puff, who lived to be 38 years old.

* Here’s another reason to spay/neuter: it increases life expectancy! Neutered male cats live twice as long, and spayed females live 62% longer than their intact peers.

* Studies show that ethologically, pet owners may serve as a sort of surrogate for a cat’s mother – yes, you literally are a cat mom/dad!

* The first cat video on YouTube was uploaded in 2005 but cats have starred in films as early as the 1800s! A 1901 film, The Sick Kitten, features two children pretending to be doctors who are nursing a kitten back to health (the kitten wasn’t actually sick and they were just giving it milk).

* Unlike horses, cows, dogs and other domestic animals, cats were never domesticated. They chose to live with us. Imagine! If they had it to do over again, think they’d make the same decision?

Adorable, Expensive Baby Pandas

Pandas are adorable, but are they worth a million bucks?

Zoos that want a panda have to pay about a million dollars a year to the Chinese government for the privilege of hosting just one panda. And that’s before the costs of a habitat, food, and care.

And if you want a baby panda (and who doesn’t?) then that’s another million for a second panda plus if everything goes well and a little bundle of panda joy does come along, the Chinese government gets a $400,000 baby tax!

Sheesh! It’s a good thing they’re so darn cute!

(thanks MissouriQuiltCo.com)

Solstice and Sunflowers

A short time ago was the Summer Solstice (the first official day of summer and the longest day of the year) and I’m channeling sunflowers.
Sunflowers are so inspiring. I love the fact that their heads move throughout the day to follow the path of the sun, so their faces always follow the light. They grow up to twelve feet tall, stretching their proud yellow crowns up towards the sky. This summer I’m going for a more sunflower-y attitude.

May we always seek out the light and stand up tall and confident!

(Received in an email and had to pass along!)

Human Octopus

How many times have you thought in exasperation “I only have two hands.” Take heart, those of you who truly need more than those two hands because your time has come. T

he YouBionic company now makes a pair of two prosthetic hands that you operate with one hand, so with two prosthetics you could potentially be using four hands at the same time, two per arm! In theory, you could brush or comb your hair, feed the dog, pour cereal for your kids’ and frost that wedding cake you promised a friend and never got around to producing. But think hard before you place your order for those wonderful prosthetic hands because some things are better done with the care and attention that a pair of just two hands can give.

And, if that doesn’t give you pause, remember that when we wish for something and then actually get it, we all too often change our wish to become a wish for more of the same because what we got just didn’t seem like quite enough.

So consider — at what point would four hands not be enough and you’d want eight? Or sixteen? And so on. Octopus, anyone?

(thanks MissouriQuiltCo.com)

𝓐𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓭

𝓐𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼. 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓲𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓽. 𝓘𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂, 𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓳𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮’𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝔃𝓮𝓵 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭. 𝓤𝓰𝓱! 𝓘𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰? 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓒𝓸.𝓬𝓸𝓶

The Apocalypse Begins!

Recently my daughter decided that she could and would magically become organized – something she’s never been good at — if she had a giant whiteboard to write everything on. So, soon, an enormous whiteboard was delivered to our place and the very next day, armed with a drill and a stud finder, she mounted the humongous thing on the wall. Tried to mount it on the wall. Started to mount it on the wall.

But —  Returning home from a shopping trip, expecting to find it on the wall and covered with important information, I found it, instead, leaning against the wall. Not on it. Against it. Hmmmmm —

Upon closer inspection, I noticed several screw-holes and screws on the wall. The stud-finder had gone rogue. It told him there were studs where there weren’t and also said there were none where there should be.

In short, it lied. Intentionally? Deliberately? Has the apocalypse begun?

Have our faithful helpers in life finally turned against us? Should we run for the hills? Or Mars? Or somewhere farther away where we will be safe from uber intelligent, malevolent machines that believe we mistreated them in some previous life?

I don’t know about you but I’m stocking up on food and weapons and getting in line for the first space ship away from here! Because rouge stud-finders are just the beginning. Trust me on this.

(thanks MissouriQuiltCo.com)

Buttoning women’s clothes. Not as simple as you’d think.

Have you ever noticed that buttons and zippers are one side on men’s clothing, but the other side on women’s clothing? It’s true! Apparently the reason for the difference is that historically, wealthy women had such complicated clothing that they often had servants dress them, while wealthy men still usually dressed themselves. If I suddenly turn into a millionaire one day, somehow I still don’t think I’ll have the urge to hire someone to button up my shirt for me. (thanks MissouriQuiltCo.com)