I’m not sure what is up with the frisbee… I have a feeling Coulee put it there.
I’m not sure what is up with the frisbee… I have a feeling Coulee put it there.
When I was six, my mother enrolled me in my first dance class. I enjoyed it, I had fun, I got to wear cute little sailor costumes and get up on stage and tunelessly tap my feet.
The teacher always arranged us in two rows, and this being the early 80s before everyone had to get equal play, she arranged us not by height but by talent. The precocious dancers with the big smiles and the good rhythm were front and center, and those who tripped on their shoelaces or danced with the angry pounding feet of someone trying to stomp out the last burning embers of an old campfire found themselves perpetually in the back.
My dad has a lot of pictures of half of my body hidden behind the other girls.
Had I been desperate to improve my lot in life as a dancer, I imagine my parents might have encouraged me to spend more time honing my craft. I have learned in life that training trumps talent almost every time. However, I didn’t mind the back row, and they didn’t mind, so they let me be in between dance classes to pursue what really floated my boat: palaeontology.
I read every book I could get my hands on, gaping in horrified intrigue at the artist’s rendition of a Tyrannosaurus gorging on a defeated looking hadrosaur. It was riveting. I spent my allowance in the craft store and would rush home every day to put together my little wooden skeleton models. I had them all.
It never occurred to me that I shouldn’t be interested in science or that my time would be better spent improving my jazz technique than reconstructing extinct fossils. At night, we’d gather around the TV and watch Nova, or Cosmos- the original Carl Sagan version.
My mother, who is herself very Victorian and feminine, never made me or my sister feel like we weren’t girly enough, even when I was plastering the walls with Garbage Pail Kid stickers and cackling at the, ahem, crude humor. We were who we were, and in my case, that was a sci-fi loving anti-fashion science geek.
I worry sometimes, raising a daughter, that things are different now and there’s more pressure to conform along certain stereotypical lines. I don’t ever recall seeing shirts like this for sale when I was a kid:
I saw this shirt in Children’s Place, shortly before it got pulled, and promptly went next door to Peek where I found that amazing Jane Goodall children’s shirt I posted earlier this year. These messages we send to kids matter. They do.
Shortly before that T-shirt incident my daughter said to me, “I guess I’m just not good at math mom,” in response to a poor score on a math test she didn’t feel like studying for. Needless to say that didn’t fly; she may not care for it, it may not come naturally to her, but I wanted her to know she could overcome that. And with the help of a good tutor, she did. “I never,” I said, “ever, want you to think you’re not smart.”
She’s always been an artistic kid, and while I encouraged her to pursue those confidence building theater experiences I wanted her to know it didn’t have to be the only thing that defined her. You can be an actor and a writer and a mathematician and a dancer and an athlete. You can be in the front row of any show you want and are willing to work for.
I can only hope that in the face of many conflicting messages, she will remember this.
We’ve been watching Cosmos as a family the last month or so, because Neil deGrasse Tyson is amazing and the show just makes me happy. My son plopped down instantly to get his science fix, and a few moments later after realizing we weren’t going to be watching American Idol, my daughter sat beside him. A day later, they were discussing time travel in the car on the way to school and my nerdy heart soared. “When’s the next episode coming out?” they asked breathlessly.
That afternoon, my daughter took a break from recording and re-recording herself singing “Let It Go” over and over, sitting at the table earnestly scribbling away on a piece of paper. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Writing a fan letter,” she said. “Can you help me mail it?”
I paused. I wrote my first fan letter when I was eight. I remember it well. Ricky Schroeder. I even sent him a Polaroid selfie, 80s style. He never wrote back and I was devastated.
So who was it going to be for my daughter? Harry Styles? She and her friends were just getting into One Direction and I wondered if she was about to ask me to subscribe to TeenBop or Tiger Beat. Maybe I’d luck out and find out she was thanking Idina Menzel for belting out such a catchy power ballad. “It’s not to Justin Beiber, is it?” I asked nervously.
She scowled. “Eeew Mom. Come on.” She handed me to letter. It began, “Dear Doctor DeGrasse Tyson: I really love your show.”
The kid’s gonna be all right.
SORRIDI, DIO TI AMA…DIFFONDI IL VERBO. (LEGGIMI! NON MUORI!!!) Buonanotte a tutti! In questo video racconterò una storia molto particolare, di cui molti…
The Robert Abady Dog Food Co., LLC is recalling select boxes of Abady Highest Quality Maintenance & Growth Formula for Cats. The recall is due the risk of salmonella. The products are described in the FDA recall statement. “The product comes in a 2 lb, 5 lb & 15 lb, corrugated boxes with plastic liners marked with lot # 14029/21 stamped on the right side top of the box.”
There have not been any illnesses reported so far. The official FDA statement can be found here.
Over the course of the next three weeks I’ll be road testing some new technologies to incorporate and use to maximize interactivity with Walk 2: The West Coast.
This is our walk, all of our walk, and we’ll broadcast it to as many and as loudly we can…
Check out these treat images:
Trick or Treat! … Or Trap?
Image by Bricknave
This is why you don’t go Trick-or-Treating alone.
Kaiyodo Yamaguchi Revoltech Rodimus Series No.047
Now I’ve never really done the Halloween thing, but how appropriate was it for my most orange Transformer toy to be ‘scheduled’ for today’s 365 project photo (On Black)…
It’s a Treat.
You’re In For A Real Treat
Image by pennuja
A fundamental rule of house training a puppy successfully and quickly is that you should know at all times exactly where your puppy is – which isn’t difficult, since there are really only three places the puppy should ever be during the house-training period. First, she can be in her crate (resting after playing or waiting for you to take her out). Second, she can be outside with you relieving herself. Third, she might be eating (Halo Spot’s Stew for Puppies is tip top!) – while you watch, waiting to take her right outside when she finishes.
The best way to know the puppy’s whereabouts at all times is to plan to keep her with you. The “house rule” needs to be that when the puppy is out of her crate, she cannot be left unattended. Not even for a second.. Keep the puppy’s leash tied to your belt or loop it around your wrist. You go to the bathroom, she goes with you. You sit down to eat or read the paper, she’s right there on her leash beside your chair— and when she’s not with you, she’s in her crate.
There has to be a basic, inviolate rule about how to utilize the crate for house-training: the puppy NEVER roams free in the house. No Exceptions. None. She is in that crate unless your full attention is on her, and full attention means just that—a totally focused “quality time” of playing, grooming, feeding and/or taking her for a walk. In humans, we are critical of that kind of helicopter parenting, but with puppies it is a necessary element of succssful housetraining.
Here’s the perspective: anytime she is not under your direct control and she eliminates in the house, she has practiced (and therefore reinforced) that behavior. You have set back your house-training progress. This cannot happen if the puppy is in her crate or under close supervision. It’s cruel to a puppy to be inconsistent – you are setting her up for failure by giving her a freedom she can’t yet handle. By keeping her right at your side you remove the opportunity to pee anywhere, and you have gone a long way to developing house-training habits.
Take the pup out to her potty area frequently and give her generous praise and an especially delicious treat immediately after she has relieved herself. A puppy’s accomplishment in relieving herself outdoors should be the cause of celebration and congratulatory treats. Halo’s Liv-a-Little freeze-dried protein treats fall into the category of Super Dooper “high value” treats and should be part of your toolbox in raising the best puppy you possibly can.
Tracie Hotchner is the author of THE DOG BIBLE: Everything Your Dog Wants You to Know and THE CAT BIBLE: Everything Your Cat Expects You to Know. She is also a renowned pet radio host and producer, having spent 7 years on the Martha Stewart Channel of Sirius/XM with CAT CHAT® and even longer with her award-winning NPR radio show DOG TALK® (and Kitties, Too!) that continues to broadcast in the Hamptons and the Berkshires. Her most recent accomplishment is the pet talk radio network she has created on the Internet called The Radio Pet Lady Network.
Want to know a secret? I haven’t worn a pair of jeans since before I got pregnant (which was over a year ago), aside from one pair of maternity jeans that I wore less times than I can count on one hand. Maybe I’m being a little dramatic in calling it a secret, but really, it’s kind of odd that something that was once a wardrobe staple for me has become nonexistent in my closet. These days you can usually find me in either a dress or an oversized tee and leggings. (I may have gotten just a little too comfortable in the leggings uniform during the pregnancy, as it’s sort of stuck.) I had a couple of pairs of trusty skinnies that I wore constantly before getting pregnant, but alas, they just don’t fit me the same now that I’ve had a baby. So jean-less I have become.
Now that spring is here, I’m feeling an urge to get back into a good pair. I’m envisioning a soft white tee, layered necklaces, loads of rings on my fingers, a brown floppy hat or grey beanie, some simple strappy sandals, and a great pair of denim jeans. I have it in my head and I’m determined to make it happen. So I’ve set out on a search for the pair that will become my go-to’s. The styles you see above are my favorite finds so far. The cuts, fits, washes are different (as are the price points), but they each have the potential to become my new wardrobe staple pair, perfect for springtime. I’m especially a fan of #1 from True Religion Brand Jeans and #6 from J.Crew. Both are equal parts casual and chic, and perfect for springtime.
Do you have a favorite pair of jeans for spring (or any time of the year)? Which of the pairs above do you think I should get?
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Jeannie is an adult female Siberian Husky who is in the care of Husky House in Bridgewater, NJ. Jeannie is a loving, gentle dog and was surrendered when her previous owner found that she is diabetic….
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