Sold.. my lake-life in a garage sale
“Mom.. I need my trailer back, I can take all your lake stuff to the auction mart if you want.” That was my son, all
a blog for my third life
“Mom.. I need my trailer back, I can take all your lake stuff to the auction mart if you want.” That was my son, all
Nana Does Paris, please send money.. *August 1th 2019 If you had told me three weeks ago I would be going to Morocco and Portugal
“I just want you to know I raised 7 kids.. and I don’t plan on raising anymore.” Well I prettied it up some.. what she
Lisbon, Portugal, Morocco, Casablanca .. meet me at the Casbah! That is soooo romantic and I have a chance to actually be a part of
I am folding laundry at my sons house, only because I am washing my clothes here (and I am on babysitting duty). My dryer broke
Am I a writer I wonder? I dunno .. writers have proper grammar and punctuation and know how to spell. They agonize over stuff like
I don’t get scared much anymore (the spider kind of scared, still happens) disappointed, yes sometimes. As we put the years behind us we look
Wow… you have beautiful eyelashes, I tell the pretty young girl giving me a pedicure. Well they are extensions she informs me and I wonder
A close friend I met for coffee, texted me later on to say “remember to take a few days to make yourself a happy person.”
What makes a good employee you may wonder? Well the only thing I can contribute is this.. its certainly not me! Why can’t I just