You got a dream? Well dreams cost… But more importantly, scroll down for a very cute clip below.
Sure, I have dreams. Since you ask, Maria. And I work on making them happen. (Not as much as I should or could, but still…)
But what if your dream requires such singled-minded determination as to leave no room for anything else? Is that dedication? Just what it takes?
Debbie Allen as Lydia Grant laid out the deal thus: You’ve got big dreams? You want fame? Well, fame costs. And right here is where you start paying … in sweat.
Fair enough. But I hope – I believe – that you can get to walk the dog and still splash in the puddles. (That’s why this clip is here, but you have to click on the quote to see Fame.)
I hope I’m right. This Continue reading
Beautiful snoring – it’s not an oxymoron.
Think of the gentle lowing of cows at pasture. Or the regular faint sighing of a sleeping baby.
Or a hummingbird perched – snoozing and wheezing – like this cute little fella…
One, two, three…. Aaaaaa.
The Continue reading
Some invitations are more welcome than others.
One lump or two?
Some of these may be familiar.
* Just step forward sir and raise your arms out either side Continue reading
Got a nine-year-old? Know any? Then watch out. They’re not to be messed with.
They have reach, power and influence beyond what you’d ever imagine.
Check these two out.
1. Nine-year-old Martha Payne from Argyll in western Scotland. Her school dinners aren’t great. Not very tasty, not very healthy, not very much. So she started taking photos like this…
and posting them on her blog www.NeverSeconds.blogspot.com . Just one totey wee little blog that no one will ever notice.
Oh really? After almost no time at all, the local council (which runs the school catering) and the Scottish government are having to defend themselves to every media organisation. And defend themselves with a rictus grin. Because it doesn’t do to be cross or dismissive with a nine-year-old girl who just wanted to do an interesting writing project. (At least, not in public.)
Somewhere in Argyll there’s a teacher who gave permission for Martha to bring her camera into Lochgilphead primary school who’s either hugging him/herself with glee, or else worried about future employment prospects Continue reading
Weird weather we’re having at the moment.
Raining cats and dogs? Cloudy with meatballs?
It’s been raining rabbits here.
We found Continue reading
It’s the truth isn’t it?
Seeing is believing.
You really do have the head of a dog. (Still, better than the head of a divine winged being.)
You’ve heard that dogs and their owners grow to look alike? Well this pair have actually merged Continue reading
Every year the normally sober sensible law-abiding Swiss go a bit crazy. They risk life and property by dragging huge flaming pyres through narrow streets. That’s for starters.
Then they converge on the city of Basel (or Basle in French) for a 0400 kick off. Yes, that’s four in the morning. It’s called the Morgestraich. At that moment all lights, including streetlights, are shut off. Then band after band of bizarre, grotesque, odd and even cute creatures begin three days of Continue reading
I’m all for innovation. Finding ways round problems. Flexibility. Work rounds. Not being defeated by seemingly insurmountable problems. So I should approve of what they’ve done on the island of Fuerteventura. Continue reading