OK, first I'll apologize because it has been so long since I've written a blog. I have lots of special sections and projects going on at work these days - no spare time for fun stuff like blogging.
The board of the Liberty County Development Authority met Friday to discuss terms for refinancing three short-term bank notes it has with SunTrust Bank that total $25,177,965.38.
Liberty County planning-workshop participants listened to presentations Thursday morning on three topics: poverty, transportation and water issues.
The city of Hinesville on Wednesday honored its employees of the year, new employees and retirees. Awards also were distributed to workers who had logged between five and 35 years of service with the city.
Standardized testing is a rite of spring in schools around the country. Liberty County students will take the Criterion-Referenced Competency Tests next week. Liberty County School System Superintendent Dr. Judy Scherer recently shared with the Courier her top five test-preparation tips for students and parents:
Isn't it weird how one little event can trigger a flood of memories, taking you back years - or even decades? This happened to me recently as I was flipping channels on Sunday afternoon, trying to avoid what I should have been doing, which, of course, was cleaning the house.
Hinesville's Suzie Q's, a group of local residents committed to finding a cure for breast cancer, participated in a flash mob dance Friday evening in front of Walmart on Highway 84. Ladies, gentleman and children decked out in pink clothing boogied down to the Cupid Shuffle as onlookers cheered. Suzie Q's founder Deidre Howell said the event was designed to raise awareness for the fight against cancer. "There is not a cure for breast cancer, only treatments and they don't always work," she said. Next up, the group will participate in Savannah's Susan G. Komen ...
There are always going to be people in certain professions who no one wants to deal with, such as IRS workers, DMV employees and, apparently, journalists. But I'm here to remind you that the people with those jobs are still living, breathing human beings!
Liberty Regional Medical Center on Wednesday unveiled its new logos during a chamber of commerce Business After Hours event.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I think of my pets as people. I have a dog, Abbie, and a cat, Halloween. (The cat's name is an amusing story, which I'll get to in a moment.)
A bee collects pollen and nectar from a camellia Monday afternoon in Bradwell Park.
Cara Carter slips a pink hat on her great-granddaughter, 18-month-old Jahaliyah Sandiford, as the two enjoy beautiful weather Monday in downtown Hinesville's Bradwell Park.
Early spring traditionally is a busy time for gardeners, plant enthusiasts and lawn-care aficionados. There are a variety of ways to get your yard ready for warm weather and Robert Bell, Liberty County Extension Service county coordinator, recently shared with the Courier a few of his best tips:
Army Chief of Staff Gen. George W. Casey Jr. awarded five Flying Cross medals and seven Purple Hearts to 3rd ID soldiers Monday afternoon during a visit to Fort Stewart.
Liberty County love birds celebrated Valentine's Day early by cutting a rug Friday night beneath the new tin roof of the Dorchester Village Civic Center in Midway.
When it comes to parenting, there's a fine line between active participation and overinvolvement. That said, I am of the believe that moms and dads should take an interest in what their children are doing, from infancy into adulthood.
My daughter takes after her father in nearly every respect, especially when it comes to the traits and characteristics my husband exhibited as a child. From her sandy blonde hair to her blue eyes and left-handedness, Reese and Noell are two peas in a pod. I'd even go so far as to say she gets her fiery temperament from her dad, although I'm sure he'd say it's from me.
My daughter got her first dose of culture last week when my family took advantage of Super Museum Sunday to expand our horizons and learn a bit about regional history.
My 21-month-old daughter, Reese, is sweet, gentle and trusting. My husband and I have gone to great lengths to teach her not to express her emotions through toddler-like acts of violence - hitting, kicking and biting. As a result, she's mild-mannered and happy-go-lucky. So, it's easy to understand why I'd be particularly aggravated at the fact another child at Reese's day care seems to be working hard to undo all of our teachings.
The next big milestone on my parenting horizon isn't really something that's fun to talk about, let alone figure out how to handle. It's not a dinner-table conversation topic, but it certainly is a necessity - potty training.
Awhile back, I worked with a woman who was vocal about her belief that potential parents should have to pass a strict screening before welcoming children into the world. Although, from a purely scientific standpoint, there was no way to enforce my coworker's slightly far-fetched proposal, she maintained all human beings should be stripped of their fertility at birth and should have their ability to procreate returned to them in their mid-to-late 20s only if they meet certain criteria.
For months now, I've heard complaints about the current state of the U.S. health-care system, but until recently, I had no specific reason to be dissatisfied. Then, I started my search for a new pediatrician for my daughter and "got a taste of some bad medicine."
Recently, a co-worker who is fairly new to our staff here at the Courier made a comment that sent a wave of various emotions crashing over me.
My house just became a much more positive place. My husband and I usually do watch what we say when my daughter is around, but now I have iron-clad proof that she is always listening, watching and, more importantly, mimicking. Now that we know this, exclaiming, "Oh, fiddlesticks!" is about the only thing that is still permissible in our family.
I often think about how nice it would be to have a break from all my familial responsibilities for just one night. I dream of a quiet evening alone - no dinner to cook, no lunches to pack, no dishes to wash, no whiny pets to walk and feed, no toddler to bathe and put to bed, and no intermittent wakeups throughout the night to soothe said toddler, supply milk and coax her back to bed.
My daughter, Reese, started at a new day care two months ago. My husband and I had been pleased with her former day care until they went through several leadership changes, and the resulting policy alterations were disconcerting. The facility's lunch menu, which had been pretty healthy when we first enrolled Reese, took a turn for the worse - lots of processed, preservative-laden food; fruit drowning in sugary, heavy syrup; and snacks full of sodium and food dyes. No thanks!
My attempts at making more mom friends still are failing miserably. At this point, I'd probably try an online "matchmaking" site for women with children who are looking to befriend other women with children. Sort of like eHarmony, but with sippy cups and strollers. Actually, that sounds like a great idea because then I'd get to be very picky with my criteria, thus reducing the chances I'd get "matched up" with another mom I have absolutely nothing in common with, which has kind of been my problem so far.
Before I had a child, there were a few things I noticed parents doing that really annoyed me, and I swore I would never do those things if and when I became a mother. For the most part, I've been diligent about sticking to my guns.
The Internet is bad for me. I'm an obsessive worrier, and I've only gotten worse since the advent of search engines. I often think that if someone got a hold of my web-search queries, I'd end up an international laughing stock. Among the best last week: "Can you become addicted to nasal spray?" "Affects of eating slightly brown guacamole," "Can Tums cause kidney stones?" and "My cat ate cellophane."
I'm an apologetic person. Maybe it's Catholic guilt. Maybe it's just in my nature. But I do love to apologize - mostly for things that aren't my fault. My mother has always said I'd apologize for World War II if given the opportunity. She's right; I am sorry for that horrible global conflict, but not because I think I had anything to do with it. In general, I'm just sorry it happened. It's an empathetic type of apology.