My big brother’s phone GPS is set to a British accent, which I think is pretty cool.
It’s also appropriate, since he’s quite well traveled due to his job—China, Puerto Rico, Switzerland, Great Britain, and more. Because of the well known company he represents, it’s important that he is culturally astute.
Naturally, that also includes the food that is put before you. This is where the manners our mother taught us comes into play, because Jim says there are three kinds of food: Normal, Risque, and Out There. Continue reading ““Recalibrating…””
One of my brothers works for a major pharmaceutical company and, as such, is a well-seasoned international traveler. At this writing, he has yet another business trip coming up, this time to a place where, unfortunately, he will have to get rent his own vehicle and drive to the company’s site himself. Not that that’s necessarily problematic; it’s just that the traffic laws in said country are more, um…suggestive, than in ours.
He’ll be careful. We’ll be prayerful.
Which makes me appreciate not only the little dotted and solid lines in our lanes here, but also the whole concept of why they’re important enough to be enforced: because people get really hurt otherwise. In my Continue reading “Drivers’ Ed…again”
Here’s something new. My bloggish buddy, The Excitement Plan, posted this poem with her own interpretation, which I thought was so very great that I asked if I could share her thoughts on my “Not My Poetry” place.
Not the Person I Thought~~
Continue reading “Not the person I thought…”
Bob keeps turning the lights off. I can always tell if he’s been through a room after me when I walk back in and the room is now dark. He’s even turned off the light with me still in the room, (conditioned response—“oops, sorry, honey!”)
Ostensibly, this is to save power, which means to save money, and my husband definitely loves to save money. Not that he’s not generous, some might say to a fault, but when it comes to getting the monthly bills, yeah, our house is pretty dark. One of our girls bought him this gift one year: Continue reading “Who turned off the light?”
I think I used to somewhat deceive myself that once my three children flew the coup, my house would be a more organized residence.
What a joke.
The reality I have had to face a long time ago (and Bob has patiently and lovingly embraced this with my other idiosyncrasies) is that I am a “messy girl”. Now, add our big, black dog to that mix, and my fur-covered carpet and floors just underscore that truth.
By contrast, everywhere my folks go, improves. Amazingly. They are both from the builder generation, and are themselves two of the most disciplined and selfless people you could hope to find. Continue reading “Where’s the broom and dust pan?”
Somebody once said that hindsight is 20/20. I don’t think so. I think we can still be blind as a bat without some well-fitted spectacles in the form of serious contemplative wisdom. I don’t know much (at all) about physics—that’s my brother the Purdue engineer’s department. But I’ve heard there’s something out there called Chaos Theory. I like that term. I sometimes feel I’m the embodiment of it. No need to take classes on that one, just come read my autobiography, which I haven’t written yet since I’m still living it. As I’ve said before, my life seemingly doesn’t come in “seasons”; it prefers to come in “spasms”.
Of which I will spare you the details… Continue reading “Hindsight is not always 20/20”
Oops, I picked this melon before its time:
In my defense, I didn’t know what it was when it was growing, since I didn’t actually “plant” it. Then when it starting sprouting, I uprooted it to give it a better chance in the garden, and as it grew, thought maybe it was some sort of squash or something. Lo and behold, as it began to mature, it’s a cantaloupe! Continue reading “Ripe pickins”
When Bob and I were engaged to be married, I decided to register for stoneware and stainless rather than fine china and silver. Some may have called that “common”; I prefer to call it practical. Even so, for years I would store my special dishes in the corner hutch and bring them out only for special occasions; c’mon, ladies, you know how we do.
Finally, after about 35+ years of collecting dust, I decided this was actually kinda dumb. Why not use the good stuff on a daily basis?! Are we not worth it? Good grief, it’s dishwasher safe anyway! (Unlike the fine china of the 70’s, I might add.)
SoooOO000ooo….not too long ago, out of the hutch and into the kitchen it came to be lovingly used along with the stainless Continue reading “No paper or plastic”
Everyone’s a movie critic, and I’m no exception. I have two beloved family members in “The Industry”, and when I’m around them I try to be a least a little discreet in my comments so I don’t look like a total dweeb. Or not.
(Then there’s our own bloggin’ bro, Mitch Teemley! Go check out his site, and watch for his wonderfully reviewed upcoming movie next year!! GO, MITCH!!)
Anyway, my movie prowess is not, how would you say, sophisticated. I cried at Bambie and Jungle Book…in college…even though I had seen them before and knew the story line. I’m okay with reversal of fortune, but still need that contrived, oh-there-you-are-again-how-did-that-happen Hallmark thing. And above all I have to have a happily-ever-after ending. I mean, I might even allow the glass slipper to have a few smudges and scratches and cracks, but it still basically fits her foot as they dance their way into the castle, roll credits. Continue reading “Adam vs. Zeus”
Hot, humid, it’s southern Missouri and the first official day of summer, so what else is new? I’m already a sweaty mess working in the yard, and the compost needs turning, so out comes the pitchfork (à la American Gothic) and the back muscles are put on notice.
It’s during this little exercise in semi-organic gardening that I observe a real surprise—two tomato plants growing, quite well I might add, to the side of my large, homemade compost bin, hidden between the garage and the fence line.
Huh?!? And they’re as large or larger than some of the ones I have growing now in my suped-up garden with my organic, sore-muscled compost mixed with expensive dirt that grows things “miraculously”, and is watered with our very, very expensive third-stage (whatever that is) city water! Continue reading “Hey, where’d YOU come from?!”