Category Archives: Memories
They’re Practically Twins!
Considering how much I adored my father, it was astonishing to me that I fell in love with and married a man who was so different from my dad. Take Sports, for example. My father was a true sports fan. Football, basketball, baseball, golf. Though I am a horrible athlete, I know a lot about …
Buy Me Flowers
I’m currently working on a very special (and adult-oriented) blog, but Easter weekend needs something more wholesome, so here is a reprise of my Easter post from two years ago. BUY ME FLOWERS Lest you think that my fashion-plateness (platedom, platability?) is a recent avocation, let me present to you little Nancy – Easter Sunday, …
My Favorite Things (Part 2)
My housecleaning diversion this weekend: What five possessions would I save if my house were on fire? (Assuming my husband, my kitties and my family photos were all safe, of course.) In my last post, I revealed my one big item – one thing that I could enlist my husband to help carry: My antique …
These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things (Part One)
We’ve all had the discussion. Sometimes spurred by a TV show, or an article in a magazine. Most likely, though, after several beers at the local bar. What would you save if your house was on fire? First let’s eliminate the obvious. OF COURSE, I would save my little pets. And my family photo albums. …
I Am So Ready
I’m taking a little time off, but I don’t want to take a chance that you’d forget me, so here is a repeat from three years ago. But it’s still true – except for the 61 part. Now I’m 64. And more than ready. I’M FINALLY READY In the winter of my junior year …
Inappropriate
I read the other day about a person having an inappropriate case of the giggles. And oh my, a memory jumped up and yelled, “You despicable person, you!” You – in this case – meaning: Me. Do you remember the old Mary Tyler Moore episode about Chuckles the Clown? The station’s resident clown was the …
I Should Have Kept The Receipt
Last week, I wrote my husband’s inability to find the shaving cream. Although it wasn’t exactly hidden. And several people commented. Many said that they absolutely could have written this, since it appears we all have exactly the same spouse. But quite a few also commented that it’s not only men who can’t find anything. …
Beginner’s Luck
I hate Beginner’s Luck. Beginner’s Luck is the way the universe makes raspberries at your ego. I didn’t have beginner’s luck as a kid. I didn’t have any kind of luck. I was the type of kid who never drew an ace in a game of War, but I could count on getting the Old …
I Don’t Care
I love it when I remember something I didn’t even know I remembered. Yesterday a crazy memory bubbled up from somewhere in my addled storage facility. Years ago I took an evening art class – Watercolor Painting. (Sometimes I wish I were British so I could type Watercolour. Isn’t that classy? And I’d say “Whilst” …
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