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  • My best friend is finally a married woman

    Two months ago, my best friend decided to get married. On Saturday, her wedding day quickly arrived.

    Sometimes, I don't realize just how short of a time frame two months actually is. But, within those two months, my best friend, Leslie — with the assistance of family and friends — had everything ready for her wedding day. It was a busy two months of planning, buying decorations, flowers, a cake and a bazillion other things needed for a wedding. Through all the planning and preparation, I must say it culminated nicely Saturday.

  • Clean up welfare - start drug testing rules

    When I applied for a reporter job at The Kentucky Standard back in 1998, I went through the usual procedure. I turned in my resume, received a phone interview then went in for a face-to-face interview. Then I was offered the job ee on one condition. I first had to agree to take a drug test. If I passed then I would be hired. If I failed, it was simple — I wouldn’t get the job.

  • Times are tough, time to tighten our belts

    Daily, it seems as though our country is sinking deeper into a state of depression. News of financial institutions declaring bankruptcy is becoming more common. Partnered with the rising costs of commodities the outlook for Americans becomes sadder with little certainty of what the future will hold. Although I can speak most knowledgeably from my own perspective, as a young person just starting out, I can also infer that these events leave seniors and the lower class, especially, in dire straits as well.

  • Times are tough, time to tighten our belts

    Daily, it seems as though our country is sinking deeper into a state of depression. News of financial institutions declaring bankruptcy is becoming more common. Partnered with the rising costs of commodities the outlook for Americans becomes sadder with little certainty of what the future will hold. Although I can speak most knowledgeably from my own perspective, as a young person just starting out, I can also infer that these events leave seniors and the lower class, especially, in dire straits as well.

  • If you can't control it then don't fret over it

    Meteorology was my favorite class in college, which is odd considering I was an English major. The class, taught by a brilliant but stern and somewhat scary professor, was like a breath of fresh air compared to the four literature courses I was also taking that semester. Instead of plodding through all of Jane Austen’s books, I got to learn about the jet stream, tornadoes, thunderstorms and what causes the wind to blow. The information seemed refreshingly relevant compared to the British writers who dominated my last semester of college.

  • If you can't control it then don't fret over it

    Meteorology was my favorite class in college, which is odd considering I was an English major. The class, taught by a brilliant but stern and somewhat scary professor, was like a breath of fresh air compared to the four literature courses I was also taking that semester. Instead of plodding through all of Jane Austen's books, I got to learn about the jet stream, tornadoes, thunderstorms and what causes the wind to blow. The information seemed refreshingly relevant compared to the British writers who dominated my last semester of college.

  • If you can't take it with you, what should you do?

    Have you ever heard the expression, “You can’t take it with you”?

    It brings about an attitude of living life to the fullest and spending your fortune on what you want while you still can. As the saying implies, no matter how much money you save, you can’t take it with you when you die.

  • Chicken had one drumstick, but was all heart

    It was a strange funeral.

    Just me, my husband Bud and a one-legged chicken.

    I was blubbering like a baby; Bud was punching at the rock-hard ground with a pair of post hole diggers and the chicken, wrapped in a soft towel and sprayed with ammonia to keep the neighbor’s dog away, was going in the hole.

    My sweet little Crippie chicken died. She was daughter of Russell Crow — who also survived various maladies before being mauled by a passing opossum — layer of many large brown eggs and a good companion.

  • Week of reading is month's worth of mourning

    During the past week I have been simultaneously residing in two worlds. The first is the world in which I interact with the people around me. The other world, I was sucked into a little unwittingly. It is a fictional world of teenaged vampires and werewolves. It may sound silly, and in some ways I agree that it is. But these are not any ordinary vampires. They are non-human harming creatures.

    Reading the book “Twilight” has held my interest, invigorating me as the sights and sounds of the world fade, transforming me into a silent observer someplace else.

  • Music can impact our journeys through life

    One morning while I was exercising (asceticism is not dead!), someone on the radio was interviewing a man who had made a 9-minute musical piece directed to people to use while traveling.

    Abstracting from all his assumptions about the very short time needed to get from many Points A to B, his offering has evoked some thoughts about music and travel, whether for our daily journey or life's pilgrimage.