Monthly Archives: December, 2011
Beyond Clean Underwear: Advice From Mom
Today is my mother’s 88th birthday, so I thought it would be appropriate to re-issue this post from August. BEYOND CLEAN UNDERWEAR: ADVICE FROM MOM My mother’s advice extended far beyond bus-proofing my unmentionables. My mother’s advice was wise, witty, and right. The first advice I remember her offering – (there were lots of ”don’t …
Adverbally Endowed
I waited impatiently all week for my husband to say something incredibly sweet or laughingly stupid, so I’d have a really good topic for my blog, but he stubbornly refused to be sufficiently amusing. So I had nothing. Except… I do have the overly adverbed sentence above. Yes, I confess. I am an adverb addict. …
Expiration Date
Well, it only took two days after I wrote about my mother’s vanity (Not Quite Fourteen) to find out I was wrong. I don’t need a full retraction, but a slight modification is certainly in order. Last night I discovered that there may actually be an expiration date on Vanity. It just might be that Vanity …
Not Quite Fourteen
Last week I heard someone say, “Oh no! I’ve become my mother!” Well, I HAVE become my mother. And I couldn’t be happier. Becoming my mother has always been my goal. She’s smart, sweet, pretty, and best of all, funny. And the more I’m like her, the more I like myself too. Except for one tiny …
Spam-a-lot
I try not to remember George W. Bush. But I do remember that he liked to call himself “The Decider.” I have my own “Decider”. It’s my spam filter. I’m not talking about my Blog spam filter. That filter has yet to make a mistake. Why just today, it blocked: “This is pointless, why am …
The Next Twenty
Remember – and even though you may old like me, you might remember, since it was JUST THIS WEEK – when I wrote all those sweet loving things about my husband in honor of our twentieth wedding anniversary? Well, I meant all those endearing words about his endearing charms. However. Friday I learned that I …
Calendar Girl
It’s December. That means it’s time to shop for a new calendar. The calendars above are my work calendars from the last four years. You may have noticed that there are six calendars. In four years. I am incredibly picky when it comes to calendars. If I buy one and it doesn’t work out, I …
