21-23 October, 2011
A perfect weekend indeed. A beautiful drive down interstates 77 and 81 southbound, through West Virginia, Virginia, and, finally, into Tennessee, my destination. It had finally arrived - my "Exploring the Depths of Tai Chi for Arthritis" weekend in Knoxville, TN. I'd been looking forward to this weekend since June.
Two days of living, eating, and breathing Tai Chi. Tired muscles, tired brain, but energized spirit.
From left to right: Dr. Paul Lam (founder of the Tai Chi for Health program), me, Shelia Rae (my TCA master trainer)
What made it a perfect weekend? So many things! Delicious dinner with a friend, all the tai chi (of course), Panera, Barnes and Noble. How could I have asked for more.
"The time has come," the walrus said,"to talk of many things:of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."
Friday, November 4, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Spell Check was Invented for a Reason
Okay, so I'll admit it. When it comes to spelling I'm a bit obsessive. If you send me an email and there are spelling errors, I'll overlook it. Maybe you're not as obsessive as I am. However, when I spot spelling errors on business signs or school signs, I want to just scream out loud!
This sign was spotted in front of West Greenbrier Middle School. "Chior?" What in the world is a chior? I've looked for it in the dictionary and it's not there. Could they possibly mean "choir?"
I am both a product of West Virginia Schools and a former WV teacher, so I feel that I'm entitled to rant and rave. Seeing this kind of thing just makes me want to either fight or hang my head in shame. How can we possibly expect our students to spell correctly when our teachers can't?
Then I wonder, too, how many teachers have given this sign more than a cursory glance as they drive by. Did they care enough to report the misspelling? Care enough to actually get out there and change the sign?
Good luck WGMS students on the upcoming Westest. You're going to need it.
This sign was spotted in front of West Greenbrier Middle School. "Chior?" What in the world is a chior? I've looked for it in the dictionary and it's not there. Could they possibly mean "choir?"
I am both a product of West Virginia Schools and a former WV teacher, so I feel that I'm entitled to rant and rave. Seeing this kind of thing just makes me want to either fight or hang my head in shame. How can we possibly expect our students to spell correctly when our teachers can't?
Then I wonder, too, how many teachers have given this sign more than a cursory glance as they drive by. Did they care enough to report the misspelling? Care enough to actually get out there and change the sign?
Good luck WGMS students on the upcoming Westest. You're going to need it.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Things That Make You Go "Hmmm......"
This business was spotted in Wytheville, VA. There are thousands and thousands of flowers. Look at them all! Incredibly enough, they bloomed all winter long, even when it was 10 degrees and everything else was snowed under. This woman definitely has a green thumb (or maybe an "artificial" one).
Monday, April 4, 2011
Happy Birthday, Tai and Chai!
Formal portrait, taken pre-party. |
Chai, post party. |
Tai, post party |
Chai - catching water drips |
Tai hates push pins and tries to capture everyone of them. |
Quilting? Huh! These are my pillows! |
Chai is invisible. |
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
FEET
Feet. We all have them, but have you ever taken a good look at them? Although a podophile would disagree, feet are U*G*L*Y. Look at your own feet. Do you have short stubby toes or are they the long ones that would need their own zipcode? Nail fungus? Ingrown toenails? Athlete's foot? Calluses? Corns? Plantar's warts?
Let's face it. Our feet take a beating. We cram them into shoes that are too small or don't give us room to wiggle our toes (one of my favorite things to do, by the way, although I'm sure you probably didn't need to know that). Women even wear stiletto heels, which must be torture.
<<------ And dancer's feet! Have you ever seen them? I mean, look at these little tootsies. My pedicurist would cry and definitely book two hours to work on these.
And these, ------------- > > > >
these are my feet. Compared to the dancer's feet above, I guess they don't look too bad although there was a while back in another life when I was ashamed of them and would uncover them only at the beach or the pool. I've realized, however, that my feet have done a pretty good job of carrying me around for these many years and it's time to let the foot out of the shoe. Yes, my footsies had a few traumatic experiences, like a broken toe or two and let's not forget that wonderful medical procedure that had me getting blue dye injected between each toe and then a nice incision made on the top of the foot followed by the insertion of a wonderfully tiny little catheter.
It's almost sandal wearing season, so something had to be done about the condition of my feet. Buff away the calluses, clean out the toe jam, put on a bright coat of polish and greet the spring.
Yes, I still have funny looking toes, as has been pointed out to me by more than one person, but they'll do. They still carry me here and there and back again and I try not to put them in my mouth too often, although it happens now and again.
Let's face it. Our feet take a beating. We cram them into shoes that are too small or don't give us room to wiggle our toes (one of my favorite things to do, by the way, although I'm sure you probably didn't need to know that). Women even wear stiletto heels, which must be torture.
<<------ And dancer's feet! Have you ever seen them? I mean, look at these little tootsies. My pedicurist would cry and definitely book two hours to work on these.
And these, ------------- > > > >
these are my feet. Compared to the dancer's feet above, I guess they don't look too bad although there was a while back in another life when I was ashamed of them and would uncover them only at the beach or the pool. I've realized, however, that my feet have done a pretty good job of carrying me around for these many years and it's time to let the foot out of the shoe. Yes, my footsies had a few traumatic experiences, like a broken toe or two and let's not forget that wonderful medical procedure that had me getting blue dye injected between each toe and then a nice incision made on the top of the foot followed by the insertion of a wonderfully tiny little catheter.
It's almost sandal wearing season, so something had to be done about the condition of my feet. Buff away the calluses, clean out the toe jam, put on a bright coat of polish and greet the spring.
Yes, I still have funny looking toes, as has been pointed out to me by more than one person, but they'll do. They still carry me here and there and back again and I try not to put them in my mouth too often, although it happens now and again.
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