Monthly Archives: January, 2012
How Funky Winkerbean Changed My Life
First, let me assure you that not all of my Life Philosophies are derived from the Sunday comics. That being said, I admit that Funky Winkerbean changed my life. Do you remember hapless Les back in the 70s? (By the way, I’ve never really understood the word ‘hapless’–why does poor Les have no hap?) Anyway, …
The Best Book I Ever Read
We haven’t had much snow this Winter (Autumn, however, was ridiculous). We had a little snow last weekend, and as I looked out over the slope of our backyard, I thought about sledding. And the image of sledding always reminds me of… Annette Funicello. When I was about ten, I became friends with a girl …
Again With Boots
If I appear slightly obsessed with boots… well…I guess I can live with that. But it’s not my fault. Boots just keep tromping into my life. To recap (yeah, that’s another post; everything converges), I bought these great boots, although I had to get them two sizes too big in order to zip them up …
Now Let’s Recap
It’s been a few weeks since I last marveled (a sweet word for it, huh?) at the differences between my husband and me. As a kid, my husband did not watch a lot of TV. Not that he didn’t watch any – “Hopalong Cassidy” was his favorite show. He sported cowboy attire on a regular …
Youth Yearning
There are at least 25 reasons I wouldn’t be 25 again. I’ll write about it someday… In fact, I’ll write about it several times, since I think I can squeeze at least five blogs out of the misery of youth, using an average of five bullet points per post. But there are definitely a few …
No Wonder
I heard the bad news on the radio. Wonder Bread has filed for bankruptcy. Again. It’s only been two years since Hostess Brands originally filed for bankruptcy. Apparently that wasn’t enough time to get the American public excited again about Twinkies and Ding Dongs. That surprises me, because a lot of Americans look like they …
Walking To School With Abraham Lincoln
Way back in the day, I trudged through eight-foot snowdrifts in my nine-mile commute to school. Okay, that was Abraham Lincoln. But I feel almost as old while I wait in the line of traffic following the school bus. It’s a cold day and there was a dusting of snow last night. But that doesn’t …
Starting Off On The Right Foot
I am happy to report significant progress in my third Zumba class. For those who (perhaps wisely) pay no attention to pop culture, Zumba is the latest fitness craze. It is like the aerobics classes that were hot in the eighties, except with more hip action and much cooler music. My first class didn’t really …
Not Quite Paris
I may live in – as my husband so delicately puts it – East Bumf**k, but I am one of the most sophisticated BumF**kers in town. I say this despite the fact that I missed the trend change from bootcut to skinny jeans. I was only a little late getting hip with the latest style. …
Rank And File
I have stunning powers of concentration. When I am engrossed in a book (or in my work, even though I much prefer a book), the entire world vanishes. You can walk into my office and when you start to speak, you have to scrape me off the ceiling. I once had a ecology-minded job where …
