Sunday, October 23, 2016

Smacksy Sunday Links

How not to be a spasmodic Hercules.

Science says lasting relationships come down to - you guessed it - kindness and generosity.

The Japanese practice of forest bathing.

Artist tightly winds newspaper to create highly realistic animal sculptures.

And a koala getting tummy rubs.

Happy Sunday.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Oh, Hi

Our house is on the very small side. Still, there are 864 square feet available. Teddy prefers to share one of those square feet with the back of my neck. He's not really a guy with a sense of personal space. Or maybe he is and he just wants me to be inside of his personal space.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


"Mom, that one guy in the blue shirt in the scrimmage kept cleating me in the feet on purpose."


"Remember how you were telling me about we have to have a filter between your emotions and your reactions?"

"I do."

"Yeah, that guy had no filter for his cleats."

Monday, October 17, 2016

Howdy, Neighbor

When Mr. Rosenberg pulled into the driveway from work this evening, I opened the door and Teddy slipped out to say hi. A man came around the corner walking his dog. Teddy ran up to the little dog and the little dog started barking. We grabbed Teddy and were taking him inside when the man stood on the sidewalk in front of our house and started yelling obscenities at us. "Stupid, f***ing ugly Americans!" and "F*** you!" he shouted over and over in a German accent. Bob could hear it from inside. The whole neighborhood could hear it.

I get that Teddy startled the guy. I totally get that he didn't know that Teddy was friendly. I take responsibility for my mistake letting Teddy get out of the door. This guy's reaction was unhinged and frightening. (And I'm not sure what us being American had to do with it.)

How did we react to this guy? (He did not seem open to a polite apology. Ahem.) We grabbed our dog and went into the house quickly, leaving him outside yelling. He continued yelling as he finally left and walked down the street. We didn't go at it with him. There's no point in trying to reason with crazy.

I can't remember the last time I had someone screaming at me. Maybe that time I worked for Michael Bay?

The evening can only get more relaxing from here.