Leave this blog where you found it!
Oh! Much frustration and gnashing of teeth! Once again I have reached for an item of mine and found that my hand has closed on... NOTHING! This time it was a nifty little mister that I use to encourage my hair to curl-- it is the most labor-intensive action I am...
A question for YOU.
A few days ago, when I was exhausted from scampering hither and yon and feeling just a mite bit, um, stretched, I came across a blog that made everything better. More than better-- FABulous. One that encompassed two things that I love so much and yet, had never...
The family that runs together…
I have to say, I am continually amazed by what things seem to be handled down via DNA. I'm not talking about hair color or the shape of one's mouth or even musical ability. I'm thinking here of more intangible things, odd personality quirks that have to be encoded...
I can think of yummier things.
Well, hobo month is over. It ended with a whimper. June 30th, I looked at my nice, ripe bank balance and then sat down to pay bills. Now we’re broke. Crud. How terribly anti-climatic. When I go through a long and somewhat difficult process, I want there to be a big...
Of course, it would be shoes….
Fair is fair. If I'm going to tattle about my husband's Hobo month indiscretions, I probably should be upfront about my own. Friday, feeling a little spiritually battered, I decided to run a few errands after work...get a few movies from the library, that sort of...
and I’m for a little nosh, go figure…
Maybe it's just the rain, but I'm feeling a little introspective. So bear with me, is all I'm saying. You see, I've noticed what feels like an upsurge in the tendency to define ourselves in opposition to something. Does that make any sense? My youngest has this in...
Getting more fabulous by the minute!
I absolutely have to share with you my new favorite website. I have wasted literally hours looking at this thing. ( I of course have no idea about proper website sharing etiquette, my apologies if I've mucked it up.) I FORBID you to go one more minute without checking...
vanity, thy name is… Me!
Hobo month has claimed it's first victim. Sadly, it's my hair. Let me just note that I have a lot of hair. A LOT. Summers, once the humidity hits, it doesn't need to be trimmed as much as subdued. And it's been raining here. Raining A LOT. But haircuts aren't...
Someone is not on the program.
Hobo month is experiencing a slight snag. One that goes by the name of MY HUSBAND. When I proposed that we reset our spending habits by taking a shopping hiatus, kind of like a grapefruit sorbet palate cleanser but for your wallet, he was all like, "Yes. Of course....
Baseball+Liquor=Genius!
I hate sports. I hate our stupid baseball schedule. I super hate whoever is supposed to be in charge of canceling games in our super stupid league. But... I love my son-- --which is how I ended up spending my afternoon in a downpour, watching two bedraggled teams of...
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