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Observations

Saturday, May 11, 2013

In an effort to have some quality mother/daughter time with my teen (and much to her chagrin), I recently experienced a moment of temporary insanity and signed us up for the Dirty Girl Mud Run, a 5K run and obstacle course with lots and lots of mud. A portion of the proceeds aids in the battle against breast cancer.

At first it seemed like a really fun idea despite my daughter's intentions to ditch me early on and run with her friend, quickly putting a halt to the quality mother/daughter time for which I had hoped.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

While watching the horrific video footage of the Boston Marathon bombings and the subsequent aftermath, one thing has truly made a lasting impression in my mind; the heroes.

Amid the shock and confusion and the terrified runners and spectators fleeing in every direction, there were those who, almost instinctively, ran toward the destruction rather than away from it to help the wounded with little (if any) regard for their own personal safety.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

As I was busy working at my computer the other day, I took a moment to give my eyes a rest from the screen and looked out my office window just in time to watch a kid throw his partially full soda can to the ground.

I thought for sure his mother would make him pick it up (as I am sure most of us would) or at least pick it up herself and place it in the trash receptacle that was about 10 feet away.

Instead, she completely ignored his behavior as well as the litter, walked over to her car and left.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

"Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another." Napoleon Hill

Words are part of our everyday life. Whether written or spoken, words carry great power.

When my youngest child was a baby, her father and I engaged in fierce competition while trying to teach her to speak her first words. We decided that whoever's name she spoke first would indicate whom she loved the most.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

By SHERI RYAN

tneditor@tnonline.com

Last Friday, I decided to take advantage of some comp time I had accrued at work to drive down to visit with my daughter and granddaughter. My plan was to leave at noon to maximize the time I would get to spend with them; however, my work load simply would not permit it.

I became more and more frustrated with every phone call, email or walk-in that was cutting into my time with "my" baby.

Monday, March 11, 2013

As I mentioned last week, I am not a fan of cold temperatures and opt to spend more time indoors than out over the winter months.

This decision has had a negative impact on my dog, Spencer, who has been forced to spend most of his time indoors as well, depriving him of the joy of long and leisurely walks through town.

In retaliation, he has taken his frustrations out on us by eating pillows, shoes, socks, blankets and anything else he could get his hands, or rather, paws on.

He has also begun barking for no reason, even after all of his needs have seemingly been met.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Here comes the sun

It was 6 a.m. I knew this because there was a loud, obnoxious sound coming from about two feet away from me. I swatted aimlessly and violently at the alarm clock hoping to make contact with the snooze button or to smash it entirely in order to stop the dreadful noise that disturbed my slumber.

As a person who struggles with insomnia, the sound of the alarm clock often arouses me to feelings of sadness, anger and sometimes wrath; especially in the winter when it is dark and cold in the early morning hours.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

I could have sworn John Quinones was in Lehighton a couple of weeks ago.

You know who I mean. He is the host/anchor for the ABC television show "What would you do?"

In the show, actors play out different ethical scenarios in public places laden with hidden cameras to see how, if at all, other people will respond or if anyone will step up to intervene.

Scenarios often broach the issues of honesty/dishonesty, racism, homosexuality, bullying and general right versus wrong.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

I used to really look forward to Valentine's Day in my younger years.

When I was a child, I carefully selected each valentine to give to my friends. I was so excited to open all of the little envelopes that we each received in class and couldn't wait to run home and show my mother. As a teen, I was thrilled to receive candy or a flower from a boy that I liked or even more so from a secret admirer.

As a young woman, I was a sucker for candle-lit dinners, a bottle of wine and heart-shaped, sparkling jewelry.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Now that I am middle aged (GASP!), my mind is not as sharp as it once was. I often find myself forgetting things, while other times, random memories from long ago just pop into my head things I haven't thought about for decades.

Recently, one brief moment from my teen years surfaced and provided me with the enlightenment I should have garnered from the original experience long ago.

Since I was a teenager, one of my favorite past times has been to go somewhere and people watch. Not in a creepy, stalker kind of way, but just to observe.