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We all knew them in school, the children who for whatever reason were constantly the butt-end of jokes, taunts and in some cases physical abuse.
They were either too heavy or thin or had too many pimples.
They wore entirely the wrong clothes, had entirely the wrong kind of footwear and hung out with entirely the wrong crowd — if they hung out with anyone at all.
Their grades were either too high or low, making them book nerds or “retards.” They were too short or tall, and if the latter, chastised for being too clumsy to play sports.

The gavel has fallen on another session of the General Assembly as we adjourned last week.  Although the issue of a shortfall in Kentucky’s Medicaid budget remains, we still passed nearly 100 pieces of legislation during the 2011 session.
 The two biggest bills we considered during the 2011 session were House Bill 305, dealing with a shortfall in Kentucky’s Medicaid budget, and House Bill 225, which sought to increase the dropout age from 16 to 18.

A big surprise is close at hand for Lucille and William White, but nobody wants them to know so mum’s the word.
The trouble is, Lucille has been asking everybody in her family what they are going to do for their 60th anniversary. “She’s driving us crazy,” said her daughter Donna.
It’s hard to keep a secret from her mom, but her mom and dad kept a secret when they first married.

I’m watching and listening as spring rolls closer.
I’m watching the wild onions, crocus and lilies pop up.  The green is growing.
Listening for the sounds of spring means new bird songs greet my day and the ever-wonderful tree frogs serenade my nights. Hoosier that I am, I liken it to the Indianapolis 500. The cars are rolling up to the line and the engines are roaring.
The trick with the gardening race is to remember it’s a marathon, not a sprint. That doesn’t mean we’re not supposed to peel out.