I Should Have Chosen Red!!!

A few months ago I posted about the new washer and dryer we purchased after the lengthy love-hate relationship with the set I inherited from my Grandmother had come to an end. As with all big purchases (well, with one exception, details to come), I researched and

 

No Hope – And That Was The Night Before Christmas

I found that it’s difficult for me to write at times. It think it’s because I feel a pressure to be humorous to some extent. But life isn’t always humorous, and lately I (and those close to me) have been, dealt a few very difficult blows.

 

Where’s MY Mickey Mouse Pancake?!?

After slaving over a hot griddle in the midst of a Central Florida heat wave the last words I wanted to hear were, “Where’s MY Mickey Mouse pancake?!?”… “It’s on your plate.”. I was hoping to get away with it, after all

 

Greetings & Salutations

I’ve been thinking about how much things have changed when it comes to greeting people, both in person and in

 

Enter The “Sports Mom” – AKA “Not Her Again!”

Every team, troupe, group, band, basically, any gathering of children has one, she may go by another