This week’s subject is… wait a minute… I forgot

I forgot. Two simple words that have the power to provide forgiveness for virtually anything. Everyone forgets something at some point, whether it’s a simple itty bitty oops (came home without the milk,) or a biggie (thought it was Christmas so I didn’t show up for work.)

Can’t be helped and truly, we should not beat ourselves up when stuff slips our mind.

Like so many other folks I constantly struggle with names. A younger, braver me would’ve taken a chance and called out the first name that came to mind, and I was often correct. Now…not so much.

In fact, it’s practically a guarantee that I will fail miserably, so I find it’s just so much easier to admit defeat. “Um, so sorry, but I just cannot remember what you call yourself—what the heck is your name anyway?” Continue reading →

Supergrams: The most super of all super heroes

There are tons of words in the English language that end in “gram.”

You’ve got your anagram, your cardiogram, a diagram or monogram or telegram.

The list goes on and on. I hereby propose a new addition to the “gram family,” and it involves, as luck would have it, family! The family of which I speak is the root of most families—the grammas and the grampas. It seems that this amazing group of elders has evolved into a new improved version of the grams and gramps of yesterday.

Grandparents of today have way more responsibility, and spend tons more time with the littles than what I recall. Continue reading →

If you’re Lucky—it’ll all come out in the wash

In my opinion, interviewers have the best job. One of my very favorite activities includes spontaneous questions randomly flung out to unsuspecting targets—oops, I mean men. This week’s topic revolved around a common household chore called laundry.

Unfortunately my training (or lack thereof) skills have not expanded to include my husband in this particular chore, until very recently.

He was completely unaware of the Four Step Process that results in his nice clean undies eventually landing in his happy little undie drawer.

So I had no choice in these busy summer months but to initiate a training seminar, therefore bidding adieu to the ever present Laundry Fairy with whom he has resided for almost thirty delightful years.

Our first session was not successful, to say the least. He managed to actuallyload his work duds into he washing machine, adding an appropriate cupful of Tide. Oh, how I praised him!!!   Continue reading →

An ode to the abilities of the green-thumbers

Mary Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Well, my name’s not Mary, but I’m willing to share how my garden grows with you.

Flowers are, in short, a miracle to me.

I did not come from  family with mad gardening skills so I’ve had to develop my own unique style over the years. And trust me, this was done with tons of donations from neighbors and friends. The generosity of these folks is unprecedented and so appreciated.

However, they all seem to possess what I clearly lack—the ability to plant a flower garden where the beauty of all the prettiness can be seen at a glance.

I’ve never met a greenhouse that I didn’t like—no, I mean LOVE. he folks that are capable of combining the bazillion types of heaven in pots, as well as in the ground, are so darn talented.  Continue reading →