My Son Is a Twitter Follower
I received a notification the other day about a new follower on twitter and the name brought me up short. Not because it was weird,...
Flexibility in Messing
I had plans last night. Another adventure. Mid-week Messing. It was an oddity for us since we’re usually so busy during the week, but...
End of the Day Conversation
“How was your day?” It’s a normal question at the end of every work day across dinner tables all over the world. Sometimes, it happens...
Still Messing Around
If you read my last post, and really you should have to keep from hurting my feelings, then you know that Messing is my Aunt’s term for...
Our Thursday Night Messing
That’s what my Aunt Laura calls it. Messing. It’s when you get in the car and just go. You may have a general idea where you’re going...
I Blame the Smart Phone
There’s a reason I never went for an office job. I have a low tolerance for office politics and what seems to me to be corporate...
Will You Just Go?
I used to love driving, which worked out pretty well since for twenty-eight years, my two main jobs involved delivery. I was either...
Busy with the Absent
My house is usually overloaded with estrogen and all that goes with it. Currently, there are two males and four females in the house and...
My Juggling Act
My dad can juggle better than anyone I know and I used to be amazed at how he kept the balls rotating in the air. A former friend of...
Cussword
I’m not a big sports fan. I know that comes as quite a surprise to people and many wish to revoke my Man Card, but it’s true. I wasn’t...
