Yesterday a stranger asked me if I was pregnant because I was not drinking an alcoholic beverage. As Kevin said, that’s worse than if she’d stolen my tiara.
Is the web ready for my mother? Am I?
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?
Pride & prejudice: The Tuskegee Airmen
If you already read this on one of my other blogs, I apologize. But it’s a really great project, and I feel I must brag/promote it a bit. Search for information on the Tuskegee Airmen, and you’ll see the all-black fighter group — the only one of its kind in World War II — was… Continue reading Pride & prejudice: The Tuskegee Airmen
S’more, please
Last week when my brother and I went to my mother’s, Adam helped a neighbor burn a pile of brush and a tree that had been cut down. Adam had said he’d toast marshmallows, but when it came time to do the toasting, he was on the phone with his girlfriend and decidedly less excited… Continue reading S’more, please
The doctor is in
The doctor’s official diagnosis today: “You’re screwed up.” I know; I love her already.