One minute you are a capable, intelligent person fully able to function in polite society. The next you have forgotten the recipe for ice cubes.
Other things may change us but we start, and end, with family.~ Anthony Brandt I find it sad as I age that I meet so many interesting people at funerals. Why is it that we all too often don’t take the measure of a person, or their unique attributes and place in this world, until […]
As I was scraping paint off our century-old porch posts and treating it as the proper-biohazard that it is due to the lead menace and all, I wondered what we are currently ignoring today that will be sure to kill us in the future. I don’t take lead lightly. Living in an old home means […]
It’s how you play the game You win some, you lose some, and sometimes you lose them all. We are old hats at recreational soccer. We are recently involved in competitive soccer which bears little to no resemblance to recreational soccer. Recreational soccer is about being active and having fun, competitive soccer is about honing […]
In the 14 years we have lived here, we have had a handful of bats fly in for a visit. PETA can picket me if they want, but not all of the little critters made it out alive. My rule has always been one of kindness and understanding, love for my fellow creature and a […]
I love my kids, I love my friends’ kids, and I would probably love YOUR kids. This does not mean I love ALL kids. I am full up to HERE with mean girls and bullies.
It is fairly well established that one should never discuss politics or religion in polite company. I think, however, that a third category of the taboo should be added: hobbies. Whether an interview or simply mingling and meeting new folks, there is always one question that makes me cringe. It has nothing to do with […]
“Honk if you love Jesus. Text while driving if you want to meet Him.” – Church sign. A car is a great way to get from point A to point B. A car operated while you are distracted by your cellular telephone is a weapon that may steal you — or someone else — from […]
My cousin and I started our “Two Trippin’ Moms Adventures” when our children were very young. Bidding the daddies goodbye, we buckled in a 2-year-old, two 4-year-olds, and a not-quite 7-year-old and headed out to see the sights. At the onset, “trippin’” was certainly less an explanation of intent and more exclamation of wonder, a.k.a. […]
We just spent a very confused moment staring at the caller ID that pops up on our TV screen and wondering how I could be calling us when I am sitting right here clearly NOT calling us. Turns out it was just my derriere dialing. Another attack of the butt dial. Butt-dialing is, of course, […]