Whittling Down the Bucket List
Bucket List #483 Eat off of Food Cart I never really thought I would mark number 483 off of my bucket list, but I did and lived to tell the tale. I’ve wanted to try a food cart munchies for a long...
View ArticleThey’ll All be Cute Together
Anyone else feeling a little snackish? ask the cute kitten.
View ArticleBack to the Dusty Recipe Box
We’ll see what weirdness I can pull out today. Closing my eyes, pulling a volume, and opening to random page. Drum roll please … French Toasties I’m pretty sure this is not French nor do the French...
View ArticleMeeting Your Ex
He’s breathing on his own. Thank you for all of your prayers and good thoughts. It’s an amazing turn around. Just a few days ago the doctor was surprised he made it through the night and now he’s...
View ArticleThe Rule of Asses
After hours of shopping, I was trying on slacks in a brightly lit dressing room. Finally, I found a pair that fit perfectly. Tight enough in the right places and loose in others. When I stepped out...
View ArticleI Don’t Need You to Scare Me, I Scare Myself
I’ve been a bit under the weather. The doctor prescribed me a cough medicine with codeine. Wrapped in a warm blanket snuggle into the depths of the sofa, the darkness had settled and with it a drowsy...
View ArticleWhen Practical Jokes Turn … on Me
Every morning my obnoxious alarm goes off. Blinded by daylight, I slap it a couple of times and stumble to the kitchen. I stand in front of the open refrigerator door, drink milk straight from the...
View ArticleWhere Are My Jeans?!!?
I couldn’t find my jeans. I was in a hurry since I had a “meeting” and waited till the last minute to get ready. Story of my life. I raced to the laundry room, maybe my jeans were in there. My son was...
View ArticleComing Out of the Closet
Instead of writing, I’m writing a blog post about cleaning out the closet in my office. First thing, the closet is filled with empty containers. No wonder I don’t have room for anything in here. I...
View ArticleThe Haunting
I hate it when I’m working late at night. All’s quiet and dark, when my cursor starts moving across the screen like the pointer on a Ouija Board. It scares the crap out of me. I’m like, “Grandma?”
View ArticleWeaving Magic
When I was a kid, I had an idea that all worlds were a combination of science and magic. My idea was that magical teams were dispatched to worlds where the magic was out of balance. Only family...
View ArticleKids Say the Darnedest Things – Foreign Edition
I was with my sister and nephew on a beach in Spain. It wasn’t a nudist beach, but apparently sometimes stuff just happens. My nephew had just come to tell me, “Jesus walked on that water. I vomited...
View ArticleErotica and Peanuts Don’t Mix
Picture it, a dark, smoke filled bar. I hiked myself up on a black leather stool. The bartender slid a glass of soda water with lime in front of me. (I gave up alcohol two weeks ago and can’t for the...
View ArticleMeeting Games
I have been known to nod off in long meetings in which the topic has little to nothing to do with me. I’ve invented a game to stay awake, the one line game. Here’s a few from yesterday: I new insanity...
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