I recently discovered that I have seven different travel-neck pillows. I own two of a few of those (one for me, and one for hubby) which makes a grand total 10! Does that seem excessive? Debating the merits of each one, or attempting to justify this odd collection seems unnecessary, given the fact that I … Continue reading Pain in the Neck
With a huge sigh of relief, I shut and locked my front door. Whew, the little devils were gone. Hallelujah! I love my grandchildren, truly I do, but they are exhausting. It seemed as though my house had been invaded by poltergeists, the way the lights kept turning on and off, on and off. “Please … Continue reading Gremlins
They were cute when they first showed up. Two wild ducks, waddling around, side by side on the grass, quacking up a storm. Within a week they had coerced me into buying them their own bag of food, and a plastic kiddie pool. A few days later they began venturing from the grass onto the … Continue reading Odd Ducks
My daughter invited me to attend her bachelorette party. Forty-eight hours in Ensenada, Mexico. Me, and a dozen young women half my age, all of them ready for a fun weekend of dining, dancing and drinking. My goal was simply to survive. The trip started off on shaky ground. Just hours before our departure, … Continue reading 48 Hours in Mexico
I stood in the rain, my frustration mounting. I muttered to myself as horns honked and strangers offered advice. I gave the stroller a hard kick. It was another episode of, Grandma vs. Stroller. When my kids were little there was only one kind of stroller. It had a metal frame and a plastic … Continue reading Grandma v. Stroller
My kitchen stove doesn’t like me. I had high hopes and great expectations when the two of us met, but that was before the bullying began. I purchased a home that is equipped with the range of my dreams. It is a spectacular Wolf brand, professional grade cooktop and oven. It is said to be … Continue reading Wolf
Beautiful new business cards for my blog had arrived, just in time for an upcoming conference. I promised myself I would hand out at least one, every day. That shouldn’t be too tough, even for an introvert like me. Yet somehow I failed. Miserably. I was attending The Crochet Guild of America’s yearly convention. … Continue reading Can I Give You My Card?