I am addicted to Ugly Betty. Yes, I admitted that. It’s true. Several years ago, I watched the whole series, episode after episode. I’m repeating my Ugly habit. I identify with Betty. No, I don’t have braces and I don’t ever wear a poncho. I can’t make empanadas, and I
I went to Brogan today. Never been there? I’ve now been there, and I’m not sure I’ve been there! It’s a quick little stop in the road, with a strong emphasis on ‘QUICK!’ I had an appointment with a friend in Brogan, and, basically, I couldn’t find her house. Brogan
I’ve recently had one of those experiences that left me feeling inadequate. It probably shouldn’t have left me feeling that way, but I let my impressions of others, and what I thought they might think of me take center stage. My emotion wasn’t based on reality, just a perception that
My daughter is getting married. I’ve said the phrase, I’ve thought the phrase, I LIVE with the phrase since my days are filled with lists of wedding things to do. But typing the phrase, letting the phrase truly sink in, is a different story. When my sweet girl was a
The other morning I was up early, really early for me. I was very tired and knew I needed copious amounts of my delicious morning elixir. I filled my pink travel coffee mug, screwed the lid on and somewhat blindly headed out the door. I sipped and sipped from my cup
Hello! Let me introduce myself….. Since it’s been so long since blogging, I feel as if I need to clarify who I am! No, I haven’t changed and I haven’t been doing some secret makeover. I’ve had plenty to say, I’ve just been lazy. Yup, there you have it, the
Today is supposed to be “get on a plane” day. Not looking so good. Today is supposed to be the official start of my Sweetie and I’s escape to the East coast. Today is supposed to be one of those “WooHoo!” days. Right now, today is just today. Life is
It’s trash day. If you were to look around my neighborhood, it’s pretty obvious. When the truck comes down our street, it’s pretty obvious. Trash trucks are noisy; they are not sneaky in any way. I know he’s there even if he comes super early and I’m still in bed!
I believe I need to be honest. I need to just put it out there and admit to my situation. I have an Easter hangover. I said it. I confessed. It’s true you know, I have an Easter hangover. When the sun rose this morning, I thought I should be
It’s almost Easter. Something new hangs in my closet awaiting it’s Easter Morning Moment. Guests have been invited, the menu planned, the ham purchased. The church choir has been in rehearsals, together in the sanctuary and individually, alone in their cars, as they sing along with their rehearsal CDs. Tulips