Babies, babies, babies!

Since I have baby fever and a very real yearning to give my nephew a cousin, today I’m celebrating Baby Day!  Rather than tributing truffles, that look like herpes and smell like feet or downing a box of chocolate truffles with more calories and sugar than I’m allowed to have, I’d rather reach out and grab a squishy, little, soft bundle of baby. Celebrate today by either making or playing with a baby, your choice.   Have loads of fun and…



Law and Flowers

It’s officially May 1st and today is an actual holiday, passed by Congress, not one made up by greeting card companies or a group with a sincere affinity for chocolate covered cashews. It’s Law Day!   Law Day was introduced by President Eisenhower in 1958 to remind Americans to honor the role of the Law in creating the United States.  Law Day was also a retaliation holiday against May Day, which, at the time, was seen by some Americans as a communist holiday.

soapbox3Papa Soap Box syas, “It’s very interesting that LAW DAY was created in the 50’s when so many rights were being violated.  And if you look at the protest that took place today, it’s obvious that there are still a lot of problems left to solve and some that one might say still violate Core Democratic Values. Law must still have a long way to go.”


flowers-1575264_640Poor May Day was also considered a pagan holiday (flowers just can’t catch a break) connected to celebrating the Roman goddess of flowers, vegetation, and fertility, Flora.  I found an article that said Americans traditionally used to celebrate May Day by leaving baskets of flowers on the doorsteps of random strangers, ringing the doorbell, then running away.  Reminds me of a different ding and ditch game that does not involve flowers.  There’s already enough poo in the world, so I suggest we celebrate May Day by bringing back the random flowers ding and ditch. I’m off to pick flowers.



Sorry, I Goofed!

Turns out, I thought today was May first.  Newsflash, it isn’t.  So, I’ve been off for 2 days. That means when you were Looking Up, you should have been celebrating Bulldogs or Blueberry Pies and yesterday was Astronomy Day and today is Honesty Day.  If you were honest yesterday, I would commend you except you should be honest every day and I stand by what I wrote.  But, I stand by it for today, not yesterday, because today is really the day.  I feel bad for jipping the Bulldogs.  Oh well, tomorrow is another holiday.

Brace Yourself

Some of you are going to fail today from the jump.  It’s National Honesty Day!  M. Hirsh Goldberg, the former press secretary of Maryland, created National Honesty Day in the 1990’s.   I’m not certain of his motives since he traveled in political circles, but I do think honesty is the best policy.

Honesty is hard for most people, although, not all the time.   I think lying is childish (unless you’re hiding a great surprise or a funny joke). Otherwise, why get so caught up about what other people think that you choose to lie?  So, today, battle your fear of judgment and BE HONEST even if you can only hold out until midnight.

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If this is the only way you can keep lies from falling out of your mouth, so be it. Stay indoors and just focus on not lying to yourself.  Say it True and…


Look Up!

I know I’m late, but it is still fitting.  It’s International Astronomy Day!  Of course, the best time to celebrate is at night, looking up at the stars with the ones you love, or your Yorkie named Morris.  I’m sure this guy has the best seat in the house, but I’m not ready to be one of the millionaires blowing my money on trips to Mars.  Number one, I think it’s silly and a little dangerous, number 2, I’m not a millionaire.

I enjoy looking at the stars and imagining my loved one looking down at me.  Yes, I know that’s not exactly how it works, but nevertheless, that’s what I do.  What do you imagine when you look up at the evening sky?  I hope you don’t imagine owning a piece of the moon, but if you do, here’s  a link to a guy selling it off by the acre – Lunar Land. Most purchases are made sight unseen.  Packages are as low as $29.99 and as valid as Rumpelstiltskin saying you owe him a bag of gold.  To each his own.  I won’t judge you, but I’ll silently be questioning your relationship with reality.  Still, enjoy the evening, look up, and…

Holiday on my Friends!


One time at band camp…

It’s Tell a Story Day!  For clarification, today is different than Tell a Lie Day. The stories you tell today, whether fact or fictitious, are solely for entertainment purposes, not to deceive or deflect blame for something stupid you did or did not do.  Today is the day to share your wisdom with an age-appropriate story from your past or your favorite fairytale, fable or short story.  Celebrate it with friends, children you like or in a lonely room talking to yourself.

I went to school in the UK for about a year and studied at the University of Plymouth. I’d never been there before, I didn’t know anyone, and there were a lot of new things I had to adjust to, culturally.  I was minimally prepped before I left with a handout from my host school.  But, since I was going to another English speaking country, I wasn’t as nervous as I would have been had I chosen the program in Spain.

On my first night out, I decided to go to a club called The Walkabout.  I thought it was an odd name.  And, at the time, I had no idea what a walkabout was.  I looked at the flyer that said fancy dress and thought it would be a fun night.  So, I put on a cute dress and left my flat ready to experience Plymouth nightlife.   After entering and exiting my cab from the wrong side of the street, I made my way inside The Walkabout.  It looked like a rave.  It was pitch black and as I entered, I followed this fluorescent tunnel to the main dance floor, where it just got darker.  If it weren’t for the fluorescent hot pink, neon green, and yellow lights flashing every second, I wouldn’t have been able to see a thing.  As my eyes adjusted, I looked around.  That’s when I first thought I was seeing things.  Fog and smoke rose in the air from machines somewhere in the corners of the venue.  And, although I knew I hadn’t taken anything, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.  As I looked around, I saw a man dressed like Peter Pan in the corner, and a sexy bunny awkwardly dancing with Superman on the dance floor.  “Is it Halloween?” I thought to myself, truly thinking it was possible they celebrated it on a different day.  It was early September, not that far off, I guessed.   I decided I needed a drink, so I made my way to the bar and the Grimm Reaper served me a whiskey sour.   My lack of accent gave me away, “Are you American?” the Grimm Reaper questioned. 

“Yes,” I replied.  

“I love America!”  I’d later learn that’s a common response, well at the time it was. 

“Why is everyone in a costume?” I asked. “Is this a theme party?”

“No, it’s fancy dress tonight.”  

Fancy? I thought to myself.  I looked at my cute LBD and suspiciously thought “fancy” must mean something else here.  With the Wicked Witch and Dorthy chatting on my right and Chewbacca on my left, I leaned over to the Grimm Reaper, “Does fancy mean costume?” Laughing, he said, “Yes, it does,” and disappeared.  He returned a few minutes later with a cape and a mask.  I thanked him, bought us shots and my LBD turned into Phantom of the Opera for the rest of the night.  Good times.  





Whether you like them straight up, twisted, salted or sweet, these pub treats have been around since before the eleven-hundreds.   It’s Pretzel Day!

theravada-buddhism-1802873_640Although these snacks have ended up on bar tops, they had a more heavenly start in life.  If you’re a fan of pretzels in any form, you should thank a monk.  Modeled after the crossed arms of young monks praying, the original soft pretzel was distributed as treats when the young boys said their prayers correctly.

Well, of course, you mention young boys and the Catholics get on board.  Next thing you know history is documenting soft pretzels being distributed by Catholics with the explanation that the three holes and twisted design represent the Holy Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.  Also, during Lent, flour, water, and salt didn’t compromise spiritual sacrifices.   From here pretzels took off, being associated with good luck, prosperity, long life, and spirituality.  They were given to the poor as literal spiritual sustenance, the Swiss used them in weddings as a spiritual “tying of the knot,” and Germans wore them around their necks for good luck.  Have you ever considered wearing a pretzel?


Well, if your Sherlock Holms hasn’t kicked in yet, the soft definitely preceded the hard pretzel.   The first deliberately made hard pretzels were made in 1861, invented by Julius Sturgis in his Pennsylvania shop.  Bakers realized they could make more money from a product that lasted longer in an airtight environment because they could be distributed further from the shop and be available to more customers.  Cha-ching!!! By 1935 Reading Pretzel Machinery Company became the first pretzel manufacturing company in the U.S. and still produces 80% of pretzels in the states.

All of this history is great but let’s get into the real debate, savory or sweet?!  

I’m sweet all the way!  But these days the list of pretzel snacks is daunting from cupcakes to crab pretzels.  Who’s on board?  Celebrate by going over!  I have a cousin who used to truly believe she was addicted to pretzel.  An intervention was staged and I don’t know if she has even smelled a pretzel since, for fear of relapsing.  Today, she may have to just reminice.  I don’t want to be blamed for a relapse.  As for the rest of you whether salty, savory, or sweet, get twisted and HOLIDAY ON MY FRIENDS!