Today is Mother’s Day! And as i was once again totally showed up by my brother in the gift-giving department, (he gave her a day off with sunshine, a bbq and even a PUPPY. i gave her a coffee mug.) It made me think about this tradition of giving a gift to your mom on […]
Read More →The question of whether or not i had chicken pox as a child seems to get more important the older i get. i am asked that a lot, and i remember having something LIKE chicken pox. Or maybe it was my brothers who had it and then i was quarantined with them in order to […]
Read More →“Yep. That there is your propane tank,” Bruce the Propane Guy states matter of factly, pointing to what looks like a very small, abandoned, submarine – dry-docked and hidden behind some wild rhododendrons. “Huh.” i say, not quite convinced. “i somehow thought it would be….bigger.” And maybe not so covered in rust. And maybe like […]
Read More →Log cabin living is something i grew up with. But not actually, like, LIVING in one. Or, knowing anyone who lived in one. Or knowing anyone who knew anyone who lived in one. But tv was my religion, and i raptly watched episodes of Grizzly Adams and Little House on the Prairie with an intensity […]
Read More →The sign on the bumper sticker said, “Honk if You Love Jesus”. Now, i’ve seen that sticker around, and it got me to thinking about Jesus, and bumper stickers and honking in general. i mean, i think Jesus is a right-on guy. He practiced non-violence, loved everyone regardless of who they were or the stupid […]
Read More →Last night i dreamt about Marie Osmond, the Bling Queen of Country-Pop and Doll Designer Extraordinaire. Which is weird in itself, seeing as how i am truly NOT a Marie fan – being more of an 80’s “buttrock” kinda girl and not an 80’s (70’s?) “airbrushed-pop-look-at-how-sparkly-i-am!!” kinda girl but nevertheless, Marie made an appearance in […]
Read More →Living the life of a hitchhiker having been picked up by a car full of clowns – i find myself in a lot of crazy stories. In fact, i would say that my life is kinda like swinging on monkey bars if the “bars” were wacko, hard-to-believe scenarios that i keep grabbing on for dear […]
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