I smell like a goat. Or maybe smelling like a goat would be an upgrade. I smell more like a goat if it was eaten by a horse and then shit out days later, spread across a pig pasture, rolled in for weeks, and then deposited on the floor of a barn during a heatwave.
A Recipe for Memories
For me, it is not the food but the hug that I will miss the most. Walt towered over me so when greeted, it was enveloping, instantly muffling my ears so that I could barely hear him ask, “How have you been?” I’ve been alright, Chef, but I sure wish I’d had a chance to see you one last time.
Mother’s Day Review
Preamble: I did get a late start on this blog, so apologies for any unseen typos. I got a late start because I had to empty the dishwasher. More on that later. I’m almost positive that last year I pledged in this very forum to switch up Mother’s Day this year. Or maybe the forgotten … Continue reading Mother’s Day Review
Junior Prom: A Note to My Son
Well, we’re here. Junior Prom. How is that even possible? And is there any chance at all of prepping the child who is currently experiencing a case of the Terrible-Seventeens? Probably not, but I did give it a go.
But why cruise?
One of the most common things I hear from people when I tell them we are cruising (again) is, “Oh, I could never do that … “ I always volley back with, “Oh, but you could and you should and go sign up immediately because you will still have two years to hem and haw.”
Bless My Heart, I’m On Vacation: Round Deux
Me: “Oh, I’m going on vacation in a few weeks/days” Random People: “Yeah, but you’re like always on vacation now, right?
The Good WiFi
If your child is experiencing their terrible-seventeens ... you might want to upgrade that vacation WiFi package.
TV Wars. Or is it Streaming?
I know I am of a different generation than my children, but there are still topics on which I refuse to accept side-eyes that scream, “Ok, Boomer.” Take my favorite past time.
The benefits of a work hiatus? More free time. The "maybe this isn't a benefit?" More free space! Welcome to my brain.
The Quietest Place on Earth
A tale of how I closed my eyes and jumped in feet first, fears be damned. Did I have to jump into the clear waters of the Carribean? Maybe not. But I sure won’t tell my family that.