I was working on my youngest daughter’s Tot to Teen photo album the other day. It’s basically a summary of the different events as she grew up.
This week’s news and notes feature a correction as well as a number of different fundraising events happening around town.
Celebrate Veterans at the 19th annual ceremony Friday, Nov. 11 starting at 11 a.m.
While our fears might be different, we all get scared sometimes. Vacuums, dogs and even cucumbers make my hair stand on end. Perhaps for you it’s spiders, the dark or the thought of monsters under your bed.
Reporter Ana Karen Perez Guzman dives in and reviews the new released movie as well as the book.
I wasn’t going to write about Halloween today, because, frankly, I’m over it. Or rather my kids are over it. They are essentially adults (though they are not adults in my eyes until I say they are), and not having trick or treated for a few years, they are off doing their own thing. But I’m writing about it because the thought of them on their own kind of stresses me out.
No matter how still we stand, or if we’re in Scotland, Malaysia or the United States,we are always spinning. Our Earth spins at a constant, very fast speed as we makea trip around the sun.
Not sure what to make as the weather outside gets colder?
No matter how still we stand, or if we’re in Scotland, Malaysia or the United States, we are always spinning. Our Earth spins at a constant, very fast speed as we make a trip around the sun.
No matter how still we stand, or if we’re in Scotland, Malaysia or the United States, we are always spinning. Our Earth spins at a constant, very fast speed as we make a trip around the sun.
If you have followed my column at all, you already know how much I hate housework. I mostly despise cleaning alone. I don’t mess it up by myself, so I shouldn’t have to clean it by myself. My daughters, though they’ve never had scheduled weekly chores, are more than willing to pitch in when I ask. They might not take initiative to clean something on their own – really, if I ask them to empty the dishwasher, they will, but won’t put in dirty dishes from the sink – however, they never complain about the state of anything. If they do, they will inherit the chore and it becomes their responsibility until they move out. It’s why my oldest daughter has to clean the bird cage. Needless to say, I encourage them to point out when I’ve dropped the tidy ball, but it doesn’t happen often. Go figure.
If you have followed my column at all, you already know how much I hate housework. I mostly despise cleaning alone. I don’t mess it up by myself, so I shouldn’t have to clean it by myself. My daughters, though they’ve never had scheduled weekly chores, are more than willing to pitch in when I ask.
How do we remember stuff?
Now that my children are technically grown, I’ve had to find other things to occupy the space in my head that yells at them to do homework. I’ve recently lost a lot of weight, so I have more energy and have begun to consider that I could actually get something done in the evenings. The problem is that my husband likes to hang out in my office, watching TV, and surfing the internet for car parts he doesn’t need.
Last Friday I had great intentions to accomplish a lot. I don’t know why they got derailed. It could have been the hurricane in Florida. My gardening friend and her family were in the path, but I had already checked in with her and she was not even in an evacuation zone. Maybe it was my heartfelt sorrow for the people of Haiti. At least most people in the U.S. have insurance and some sort of shelter, fresh water and food. But those people in Haiti have no other resources.
In less than a year, three of my friends got married and had babies. My friend and I, let’s call her Jessica, whom I’ve known since I was 5, like to visit the babies as much as possible. One weekend when we were visiting one of our friends and their baby in Vancouver, Wash., we came to the realization of how strange life can be, how everyone has such a different life path. Here we had friends that had a house, were married and had a baby. We were still single, living in the city and doing whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. We spent all of our free time together with our other two friends, Aubrey and Damian, doing whatever. We spent most of our free time together, going on trips, having girls nights that involved giggle fests and scary movies. The best part about our friend group was that we didn’t have significant others or kids to worry about. We could make plans at any time without having to ask a significant other or worry about babysitters for a kid.
Dear Dr. Universe: How do spiders make silk? Also, sometimes spiders hang down from the ceiling, when they climb back up, where does the silk go? –Johnny, 8, Pullman, WA
I write a lot about my angst over my daughters because I compare them to what I read on Facebook. It’s a mistake, because Facebook is the best 5 percent of everyone’s lives. So we compare 100 percent of our lives to 5 percent of others’ best. It’s a 21st century self-confidence problem, to be sure.
For more than a year now, The Reporter has been busy cooking up recipes to share with the community.
Why do leaves change color? –Lucy, 5, Seattle, WA
