Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
I want my mother to start a blog. But I also don’t want my mother to start a blog. Oh, and my mother knows nothing about this blog idea. Mom is a very knowledgable animal person. Between antics and problem-solving with the dogs, I think she could have a successful blog. And that she would… Continue reading Is the web ready for my mother? Am I?
I am not a delicate flower. I was reminded of this last week when my brother came back to Missouri to surprise my mother for her birthday. She was surprised — it was probably the biggest and most successful surprise we’ve been able to pull off, especially considering he had to travel across seven states… Continue reading Declaration of independence
This Sunday is Father’s Day. Last week, my father finished paying child support. My parents divorced 25 years ago. Eric (we’re not close; I haven’t talked to him in at least 10 years) was supposed to help support me, my brother and my sister financially. I haven’t read the divorce decree for several years, but… Continue reading Happy Father’s Day, Mom
I haven’t blogged here much since my aunt tried to blackmail me. Good times. See, the last time the family got together to try to clean out my grandmother’s house, I found a diary my great-grandmother had kept when my grandfather was born. It’s still at my grandmother’s house. For Christmas I wanted to get… Continue reading Free doughnuts on Inauguration Day!
There are some Thanksgiving-related traditions that I just don’t understand. The main one: Putting food inside the turkey to cook it. Turducken? Why? Turbaconducken? Why? Even in-the-bird stuffing — why? (I’m one of those people who doesn’t really like her food to touch on her plate, either.) Other Thanksgiving traditions I do not like: Bickering… Continue reading 2 tablespoons floor