I’m no pirate! No, I’m not getting ready to do a Captain Feathersword imitation. All these years since BR was a Wiggles Fan and Captain Feathersword is still the first pirate I think of.
Anyway, the patch is due to my scratched cornea and comes courtesy of the eye doctor I visited.
I’d like to tell you some fantastic story of how I suffered this injury. But the truth ain’t that fantastic.
Life is a Highway
I turn the car radio up. The sun has creeped out and the temperature has passed 50 degrees. Winter will end. Spring will arrive.
And Tom Cochrane’s “Life Is a Highway” is on the radio.
My children are in the backseat of our dinged-up 2005 Honda Accord. As I turn up the song, I call out to them, telling them that they know this song. Thanks to the movie Cars, which I loved by the way, every kid knows the song. I don’t wait for their responses and keep turning the volume higher.
With the car radio cranked up to 20 and me hitting 45 in a 35 mile per hour zone, I’m about as far on the edge as my middle-aged self can go.
But I want to hit the gas. I want to blast the radio higher.
Read more at The Mid: My Life is Actually Still a Highway
Pic is courtesy of Pixabay
BR is ready to graduate elementary school
My son will be graduating elementary school later this week. For many parents, this type of event is s a sure fire way of bringing on nostalgia. Maybe some baby pictures will be whipped out and a series of ‘remember when’ conversations will ensue. I get it. I’m there too.
Many parents will also wax on about how proud they are about their child on this momentous day. But is it really such an accomplishment? Does it warrant a parent feeling pride that their child has finished the 5th grade (or 6th grade – depending on the school). After all, education is compulsory till at least 16 in every state.
Well in my son’s case, the answer is simply, yes.
And it’s all because of third grade.
To read the rest of this post, visit HuffingtonPost/the-reason-ill-be-proud
BR&SJ enjoying Lego Pley
Do you have a favorite catalogue? You know the one which you actually are happy to see taking up space in your mailbox? It’s the catalogue where you flip through EVERY PAGE AND READ EVERY DESCRIPTION! If the SATs were based on the information found in that catalogue, you would have gotten into Harvard.
Okay, so you know what I mean now? My children, consumers that they are, have a favorite catalogue. Really, they fight over who gets to look at it, and the last edition was half torn before it disappeared into the recycling bin.