My sister, who lives in Alaska, has spent the last week visiting our mother and her dog, Annie in northern California. Annie is an Australian Shepherd. Highly intelligent, extremely protective, and very energetic. She has the short tail, regal demeanor, and herding abilities the breed is known for. And, along with her master, she loves her toys.
She also attaches to, and protects them…they’re her buddies. While my sister has been visiting, she has taken on the task of doing some minor surgery on a few of Annie’s favorite toys that have fallen prey to tug-of-war games, or toss-and-flop tussles.
While a good full-mouth tooth grab, a proper low-down front leg stance and vigorous head shaking in a tug-of-war game are clearly intended to ensure a win, the toys are often the innocent victims of the sharp teeth and push-pull pressure. Hence, the required surgery.
Words could describe what is clearly worry about what’s happening to one of her “buddies” during the surgical intervention depicted below. Words could also be used to tell about her relief, joy, and gratitude when the surgery’s completed. Pictures, however, as they say, are worth a thousand words:
Here it is, Friday again. There seems to be no lack of great Twitter Friday Follows…that I have followed right along with to gain greater knowledge, fun and frolic. There also seems to be no lack of follies on the national and international scene.
This Friday Follies isn’t going to focus so much on my follies…lack of understanding, good sense of foresight…(though I’ve certainly committed my share) as on one that has gained the attention of nearly every person in America as well as globally…the Gulf oil crisis.
What happened? To condense it to my perception of the short version: Someone (BP employee or contractor) didn’t properly check the plumbing during the drilling process. The proper method or product wasn’t used or failed. Then, someone else (another insignificant ordinary worker) noticed that something didn’t seem quite right and reported it. However, the project was well behind schedule, and delays were already costing “big bucks.” The person to whom the potential error was reported “decided” it was insignificant, and convinced enough others to ignore it that the drilling proceeded until…kaboom! Continue reading
Once again the headlines tout cheerleading as highly dangerous…for girls.
And once again, this will bring a volley of criticism and alarm for the young women and their instructors who happen to like cheerleading….just as it is, thank you very much…and are willing to accept the associated risks.
Yes, cheerleading is a sport. Gynmastics is a sport…and oh, by the way, so is football. Yes, they all have an element of danger…of risk.
But how much do we hear about how dangerous football is for the young men who participate in this dangerous sport? Continue reading
I like to start this by letting new readers know that Friday Follies is a title that I patterned from Twitter’s Friday Follows.
It’s a left-handed sort of compliment. I liked the sound of Friday Follows, and the crowd it attracted. I thought it might be fun to collect my own crowd…people who had an odd sense of humor. Or, people who, like me, sometimes just liked to know about other people’s trivial trials, passionate pursuits, green greed, or other optional oddities that might glean a giggle or tweak a twinkle.
Since Mother’s Day is right around the corner, today’s Friday Follies seemed the perfect time to share a few things about my mom, stories about others’ moms, about being a mom, and other things sort of “mommish.” Continue reading
Did you ever think you’d really get to do something really creative with your life? Something that let you be you, made you feel happy and fulfilled, and really served a purpose .
It would be really interesting to know what percentage of people…in the U. S. and globally…would answer honestly…”Yes, I knew by the time I was 10…or 12…or 15…that I would get to do something creative with my life…exactly what I wanted to do…and I did it?” Continue reading
Ah…here it is again…Friday. My day to take myself less seriously, and…in addition to Twitter Friday Follows, add a little twitter…of nonsense about myself…with Friday Follies.
Maybe some of you have read the “The Cat Who…” mystery series by Lillian Jackson Braun. I was attracted to them because two of the main characters are cats. The books are light reading and good for those occasional afternoon or evenings when nothing else will do but an escape into a little fun and fantasy. Continue reading
I haven’t done a Friday Follies on my blog for awhile, and just thought I’d share a recent humorous experience. A quick story, I promise.
Friday Follies, for those of you who aren’t yet regular followers, is my take off from Twitter’s Friday Follows. We all have our follies…or I think we all do…and I certainly prefer that I’m not alone when I fall off the cliff, or mistakenly enter the wrong restroom…little things that I’ve learned to laugh at. About myself, of course. Continue reading
I have a habit…maybe even a good habit…of keeping track of the books I’ve read, and when I read them.
I have it all on a spreadsheet, and whenever I finish a book, I stack it on the corner of my desk to be added to the appropriate Book List — Fiction or Non-Fiction, before I put it away.
And…once the stack gets to the point of tipping over, I update my spreadsheets. Then, I begin looking for places to store these books for “the next read.”
Now comes the “foible” that is the subject of today’s Friday’s Follies. I’ve got books crammed into every available bookshelf in the house…and I have quite a few…books and bookshelves. I also have a few locations…so far mostly out of the way locations…where I have books stacked because there’s no more room in the book shelves.
I believe I’ve mentioned before that I’m a “collector”…of “stuff.” Books certainly fall into that category…and I am certainly a book “collector.” However, in my defense, I am also very much a book lover. I read my books more than once, and I bookmark places in books, both fiction and non-fiction that have a particularly interesting quote, or a meaningful phrase that I don’t want to forget.
Unfortunately, there are so many books, with so many bookmarks that I can’t remember which book to look in when something in particular comes to mind and I just know that I read something about it in one of my books…if only I could remember which one. Continue reading
OK, so who could miss today’s headlines, including, no less, The Wall Street Journal, about the drama being played out on the debate stages across the country…. To Jump while Cheerleading…or Not?
Since today’s the day for Friday Follies, when I talk about my foibles, this is a great headliner to “tell all” about my penchant for “little things” that pull the rebel from my backbone; make me stand up straight, stick my chin out, and march directly for the Principal’s office with my protest sign…regardless of the consequences! Continue reading
It’s time again for Friday Follies. That day that I acknowledge others’ cleverness and wisdom on Twitter Friday Follows, and acknowledge my own foolishness and foibles on Friday Follies. Fun this Friday…with one of my favorite topics!
Notoriously limp and lovable, Ragdolls are exactly that…rag (deliciously soft, well-worn comfortable) and… well…dolls!
The Ragdolls that live here, however, and for whom my husband and I are “Staffers” are much more convinced, I am certain, that they are Royalty, rather than Dolls. Ragdoll Royalty if you Please.
And believe me, we do aim to please. The Ragdoll Prance…at 3 AM, 6 AM, 9 AM, Noon, 3 PM, 6 PM and 9 PM. And…whenever in between we are summoned!
Princess and Hope…who volunteered to help me write today’s article…thought you might like to hear the Ragdoll Royalty perspective on Staffing. Continue reading