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Surviving the Burning Season
Years ago, the hubs and I were in Yellowstone National Park during a burning season. I remember thinking that everything I knew and loved, everything familiar about the Park, was just gone. But Nature is smarter than that. Often smarter than us. Since then I’ve learned that a burning season can lead to renewed life.…
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When Your Day Doesn’t Go As Planned…
There are days when you start out with a Plan. You feel good (rare for me without enough Diet Dr. Pepper). You’re ready to rock it. You might even know what you’re getting into. And still get caught off guard. Life happens. It happens a lot. Sometimes it happens too much. But… …there are always…
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Being a Grownup…
Do you ever get tired of being a grownup? I actually found myself envying the grand babies. They cry or pucker up to cry and we all go, “Ahhhh, look how cute!” I am not cute when I pucker up or cry. In fact, the cute train passed my station a long time ago (though…
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What If Future Scientists Judged Us by our Sp@m?
Yeah, this is a blog about spam. I suspect that most bloggers never plan not to talk about it, but almost everyone eventually gives in and writes a blog about spam. It’s either write about it or cry about it. And I just missed the waaa-mbulance. Don’t get me wrong, without spam I’d never have…
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3 Tips for Getting through the Middle of Crap, er, Stuff.
Last week I promised a girdle analogy and I try to keep my promises. And in an odd twist, it was a girdle that prompted this mini-series of blog posts on starting, middles, and (hopefully ) finishing next week. Because, yeah, I struggle with getting through the middles almost as much as I struggle with…
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Mighty Mud Dasher asks: Am I Having Fun Yet?
Sometimes the scenic route can be interesting, as the hubs found out when he went to a Mighty Mud Dash here in Houston. I wonder if the tush kicking feels worse when you paid to get it? Do the benefits of a good roll in the mud outweigh the obstacles, do you think? (Check out…
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Because Everyone Needs a Little (Melo)Drama
Tie her to the track, bubba! Cue the music. The curtain rises. We hear an evil laugh and the mustache-twirling villain strides onto the stage to a chorus of boos from the audience. The melodrama had begun. And–confession incoming–I loved every lame, over-the-top moment. Once a summer, for our founder’s day, my little hometown would…
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Pauline’s Scenic Route: Epic Fail or Score?
If you visit this blog at all, you know I like to showcase the hubs work on Wednesdays. This is a slight departure, though still a “scenic route.” Here’s the story behind the photograph: We were in Austin where our son was receiving his Masters degree. Trouble finding a place to eat in a city…
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Pauline Baird Jones: A Random Act of Blogging…ness.
Since I ramped up my blogging efforts, I examine all elements of my life for possible inclusion in a blog post. Well, not everything. I do shut some mental doors. I’ve discovered that some ideas are…not bad, they just aren’t sufficient unto the day for a whole blog post. So I was mulling what to…
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Pauline Baird Jones: Barbarians and Tap Dancing?
When I noticed on Pinterest that a lot of bare-chested guys were getting re-pinned, I asked the hubs if he could help me out. And he did. Isn’t he great? LOL Okay, now that I’ve got your attention, I’ll get to what this blog is really about. Tap dancing. And ballet and tumbling. But mostly…
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Because Everyone Needs a Little (Melo)Drama
Tie her to the track, bubba! Cue the music. The curtain rises. We hear an evil laugh and the mustache-twirling villain strides onto the stage to a chorus of boos from the audience. The melodrama had begun. And–confession incoming–I loved every lame, over-the-top moment. Once a summer, for our founder’s day, my little hometown would…