Thank God no one writes Holiday Letters anymore and Happy New Year!

So, did you receive a record number of personalized Christmas cards this year? I’m referring to the ones featuring photos of toddlers meeting Goofy at Disney World, dogs sporting headbands with antlers, or maybe newlyweds pretending to hold up the Leaning Tower of Pisa? Yeah? Me, too. If it sounds like I’m going to poke fun at the assortment of clever templates provided by online … Continue reading Thank God no one writes Holiday Letters anymore and Happy New Year!

At least seven shades of gray or why I didn’t go to the Y today. Again.

When “Fifty Shades of Gray” first came out I was under the impression it was about nasty, steamy senior citizen sex. When I heard it was about some guy seducing a college girl (I think that’s it, right?) and also heard that while inventive, it was very poorly written, I decided to give it a pass. Nothing like starting a blog post off topic, eh? … Continue reading At least seven shades of gray or why I didn’t go to the Y today. Again.

How to avoid catching contagious diseases

According to Chicken Little, the sky is falling in Northeastern Ohio. No, I am not making light of something as scary as the Ebola virus. Well, maybe I am. Just a little. There’s just so much misinformation and drama, it’s making me feel irreverent. Want to know more about this virus? Read this transcript from Public Radio International’s The World program called “Here’s everything you … Continue reading How to avoid catching contagious diseases

Leave a message, or – I’m just a girl who can’t say no

Probably smarter people with caller ID have been doing this all along, but I am writing today to tell one and all that I am no longer answering the phone if I don’t recognize the number. Please. Leave a message. If I am home, I will call you back immediately. If I am not at home or if the power is out (again), I will … Continue reading Leave a message, or – I’m just a girl who can’t say no

You know you might be a redneck when . . .

In hindsight, I realize that last night the boys – Mick Jagger the rock star, long-haired dachshund, and Little Richard, the neurotic terrier – were spending an inordinate amount of time in the back yard.  But since the doggie door in the kitchen allows them to go out to the fenced in backyard whenever they choose, I really wasn’t paying much attention. Docile and mesmerized … Continue reading You know you might be a redneck when . . .