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
Tag: humor
Gremlins
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
Odd Ducks
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
48 Hours in Mexico
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
Grandma v. Stroller
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
Wolf
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
Can I Give You My Card?
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?
The Adventures of Remo
It began as a simple, albeit stupid, mistake. That mistake quickly escalated into kidnapping, and threats of violence. And to make matters worse, the perpetrators of these threats were my own loving, kind, and slightly twisted parents. I had returned from a visit to Florida to see my family. As I unpacked my … Continue reading The Adventures of Remo
I Have Lost My Marbles
I have lost my marbles. Literally. Dozens of times, all over town and across several states. Even as far away as Ireland and Morocco! I have lost, and found, marbles over and over again. Why does this keep happening to me? I’m in “The Worlds Biggest Marble Hunt,” and it’s loads of fun. “The Worlds … Continue reading I Have Lost My Marbles
My Yarn is “slow”
I will attempt to say this as politely as possible. I do not want there to be any hurt feelings. I am pretty darn sure that my yarn is not (I will whisper now), as smart as other people’s yarn. My yarn simply cannot do what others peoples yarn does. In her book “The … Continue reading My Yarn is “slow”
Caminito Del Rey
I was standing on a three foot wide wooden walkway, the walkway was suspended from the side of a towering cliff. Gusts of wind blasted me, while I held my helmet to my head with my hand, and plaster my body against the canyon wall to stay upright. I was beginning to question my decision … Continue reading Caminito Del Rey
Yarngasm
I experienced a yarngasm... in public. I tried not to. Really I did, but some things simply cannot be stopped. With one look at that sensuous yarn, I was filled with an intense physical need to touch it, to feel the warm, soft, tenderness against my skin. Ahhh, Qiviut.
