After years of my friends and family encouraging me to write, and many suggesting I blog (or a blog…or to blog. Ugh, whatever), I decided I would. I kept joking about not really knowing what a blog is. Is it a noun? A verb? Both? Should it be capitalized? Where did the word come from? Considering I had no idea what I was doing, this … Continue reading 1994. Are you kidding me?
Snapchat pisses me off. But I recognize true genius when I’m slapped in the bunny-face with it. My first thought was, “I’m over 40 (okay, technically I’m over 50, but this applies to the over-40 crowd, so I feel justified using that description. Although I suppose I just shot myself in the old foot. But I digress…) so I have no business playing with this … Continue reading Fauxtography
Finding the right birthday card for a friend in prison is problematic. I stopped into Hallmark. It’s like a church (chock-full of Jesus), and there is God-music playing. It’s about 87 degrees inside (they keep the heat on year ‘round), and I’m standing in front of miles of cards. Before I can start reading, the saleslady (who is also about 87) approaches and asks … Continue reading Maximum Hallmark
My office kitty likes to sit on my desk and “make biscuits” on my arm. Unfortunately, that’s the same arm with my new tattoo. I decided a good idea would be to put “Soft Claws” on her not-so-soft claws. I successfully put ONE soft-claw on MamaKitty. I successfully freaked her out. I also successfully superglued three of my fingers together. Continue reading Sticky Fingers
My office is on a busy street with no stop sign, so speeding cars are the norm. Out of the corner of my eye, and through a side window, I spied a small, white, fluffy dog running up the street with no owner in sight. Being an animal lover, and knowing that quite a few of my residents own dogs matching this description, I abandoned … Continue reading A Dog Named Target
One of my happy places is sitting in front of Delilah while she prettifies my nails. My “old lady” hands (veiny, age spotted, arthritic) are a lost cause, so it’s the salon equivalent of putting ornaments on a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. But her hands are magic, her smile is genuine, and her humor is spot-on, so I always come out of her doors feeling … Continue reading Mood Fingers
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