It's a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word. ~Andrew Jackson
Everyday is a spelling bee for me! I honestly thank God hourly for spellcheck. This is not a tool I take for granted.....
I have already discussed that my mother, with her masters in Reading Education, is a walking dictionary. Shamelessly, I can not spell worth a flip. It is this huge block I have. I have been praised for my intellect in all other areas. Soooooooo. How can a seemingly smart person not be able to communicate correctly via written material? Gotta love Google (which is "idiot speller" friendly!)......I found this article:
Post Magazine: Why Stevie Can't Spell
Steve Hendrix
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, February 22, 2005; 2:00 PM
Steve Hendrix is a voracious reader and a graceful writer. But for more than two decades as a professional journalist he has been mangling words. He's a travel writer who can't spell "itinerary," for heaven's sake. So he set out to find out why that might be. One thing he discovered is that bad spellers may be born, not made.
Continued,
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A34940-2005Feb18.html
Test of Time
There is a wonderful line to a song from the musical Avenue Q, "There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time."
I have some great friendships that I value more than I probably say. These are friends I truly love and carry a deep adoration for. They are people I do not have to talk to on a daily basis and do not know every single detail of their daily lives. But when we are around each other we pick right back up as if we had seen each other just earlier that day.
Then there are those people you are constantly around and the more you are around them, the less you want to be. "Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers." ~Mary Tyler Moore
I have some great friendships that I value more than I probably say. These are friends I truly love and carry a deep adoration for. They are people I do not have to talk to on a daily basis and do not know every single detail of their daily lives. But when we are around each other we pick right back up as if we had seen each other just earlier that day.
Then there are those people you are constantly around and the more you are around them, the less you want to be. "Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers." ~Mary Tyler Moore
Desperate [Fire]House Wife
In the words of Elizabeth Taylor, “I don't pretend to be an ordinary housewife.”
It is an atypical life I lead, being the wife of a firefighter. I am not the normal suburban housewife, that’s for sure.
In my world I am “married” 2/3 to 1/2, of the time depending on how many extra shifts my husband works. The rest of the time I am by my lonesome, left to lounge on my own. Independence is a must. But, for an only child, this is not such a bad set up. I have “my” time and the whole house, including a king size bed, to myself. Then other days I get to “play house!” Honestly, I would not know how to live any other way- I guess because as a married couple, we haven’t known any other way.
Military wives have different woes, not seeing their spouse for months at a time. I can only imagine the angst felt by that long separation. On the other hand, being the wife of a firefighter is an ongoing daily adjustment. One night they are there, the next they are not. Self-sufficiency is a necessity. Even if you are planning to have a “married day,” that phone call comes at any moment to tell you he is staying at the station. Insert self sufficiency here: He was supposed to by the dog food…..! If I could not load up a 40 pound bag of dog food myself, I would be out of luck with two hungry dogs!
Anyway, hubby was recently presented with the honor of "Firefighter of the Year." My initial thought: "That's so great!" My realistic reasoning: "If I am going to take the backseat to a dern firetruck, at least I know that he is excelling and showing such effort at the job he loves!"
It is an atypical life I lead, being the wife of a firefighter. I am not the normal suburban housewife, that’s for sure.
In my world I am “married” 2/3 to 1/2, of the time depending on how many extra shifts my husband works. The rest of the time I am by my lonesome, left to lounge on my own. Independence is a must. But, for an only child, this is not such a bad set up. I have “my” time and the whole house, including a king size bed, to myself. Then other days I get to “play house!” Honestly, I would not know how to live any other way- I guess because as a married couple, we haven’t known any other way.
Military wives have different woes, not seeing their spouse for months at a time. I can only imagine the angst felt by that long separation. On the other hand, being the wife of a firefighter is an ongoing daily adjustment. One night they are there, the next they are not. Self-sufficiency is a necessity. Even if you are planning to have a “married day,” that phone call comes at any moment to tell you he is staying at the station. Insert self sufficiency here: He was supposed to by the dog food…..! If I could not load up a 40 pound bag of dog food myself, I would be out of luck with two hungry dogs!
Anyway, hubby was recently presented with the honor of "Firefighter of the Year." My initial thought: "That's so great!" My realistic reasoning: "If I am going to take the backseat to a dern firetruck, at least I know that he is excelling and showing such effort at the job he loves!"
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