Well, the day finally arrived. Hubs made it home for his mini-vacation, and he's already driving me bonkers.
Clearly it's wintertime when The Kid starts getting the sniffles. After a few days of that, it turns into the snuffles. A couple of days later, he's up for a Golden Globe for Best Dramatic Interpretation of a Cold.
A new year is upon us, as fast and furious as guns being shipped south of the border. Lawsy! And of course, being that it's a time to think about changes to be made in the coming year, or upgrades or better living or what have you, that knock I was anticipating sure enough came to my door.
In trying to broaden my horizon somewhat, and in an effort to keep what little brain cells I still have working, I've enrolled in a course that requires me to have a medical dictionary.
"Oh there's no place like hooome for the holidays ... and no matter how far a-way you are ... if you want to be happy in a million ways ... for the holidays you can't beat going home ...."
How very sad is it that President Obama was selected - yet again - as Time's "Person of the Year"?
It's 7:30 a.m. and I've just dropped off my juvie at school. It's been quite a week, lemme tell ya!
Now, I hope I haven't done this every year, but my somewhat aging brain tells me I haven't so I will forge ahead and go with the flow and write about my mother in honor of what would have been her 79th birthday. Sounds so young, doesn't it?
I'm not usually the type of person who goes public when it comes to saying things I'm grateful for or thankful for. It's between me and my good buddy Jesus and his old man. They always get a chest thump and "peace out" from me.
Now that I'm living back in the same town as my ma in-law, it has become more-or-less routine for me to take her out on a Tuesday.
Don't bother knockin'. 'Cause we're dancing like it's 1999. Or better yet, we're dancing till the Mayan calendar ends. Which was officially November 6, 2012.
You know that old saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure"? Well, that could be said in just about any circumstance, but in particular with houses.
There's nothing in the world quite like meeting new neighbors. The folks who live next door and across the street are new to us, and I've chummed up with the fella next door right quick. I could tell with one glance that he's former military, and he did not disappoint. He spent six years in the Navy and is soon going to be celebrating his 86th birthday.
Kind hearts and gentle people. You know what the worst part about moving is? It's when you start opening drawers and closets and cabinets and finding all these strange little odds and ends that you can't place or figure out what they once were attached to. I find the odd little washer or nut on the floor and think, "What is going to fall apart now because this isn't attached to ...
As we are in the process of making our 15th move in 13 years, it's come under my "to-do" list to find suitable accommodations for Hubs, who will remain in the current locale whilst The Kid and I hasten away to our humble new abode.