Stop. Give me a minute. Listen, I realize the topic is as boring as rock maintenance and lightbulb fragility, but you might learn something. Our old mattress was at the end of its long life. My back was achy every morning and the mattress had two body-impression scoops and a raised ridge down the middle. The great expense and pain in the neck of shopping … Continue reading The Importance of a Good Box Spring
Ah, Firefly Lane, I can’t. Or can I? No, I…. caaaaaaan’t. The review below is ALL SPOILER and written for those of you who feel the same as I do and feel the need to rant. Before I get into details, I’ll give my overall view. The fact is, the caaaaaan’t bit was in my mind for most of the show, but dammit all to … Continue reading Vexed by Firefly Lane
A trending, hot show on Netflix, I love me a period piece and thought, Oh Yeah, I’m saving this one for Christmas eve for my daughter, husband, and I to watch. After the prerequisite viewing of Die Hard, my son’s go-to Xmas movie, my son turned his nose up at Bridgerton and the rest of us gathered round the tv in front of the fire … Continue reading Bridgerton. My Review. Ooh La La.
I’d heard this Netflix show was cute, trending, and lighthearted. It sounded perfect for my mood and for what I’m trying to feed my fearsome soul. Not immune to the impulse to find out what the fuss is about, I often glance through the new shows being heavily pushed by whatever studio or distribution company is putting their big bucks behind what they believe in. … Continue reading Emily in Paris. My Review.
“What do you suppose that’s about,” I asked George in reference to my invitation to attend. “Is it like Let’s Make a Deal, and I’m supposed to load all kinds of weird stuff into my purse so I can cover the bingo spaces?” George didn’t look that interested, and in fact, took himself on his own local brewery crawl once I was safely out of … Continue reading Purse Bingo. Whaaat?
I’m sure everyone has neighbors on the spectrum of Wonderful to Oh My God. I do, too. Sadly, my next -door neighbor doesn’t land on the good side. Thankfully, they have no idea who I really am as a person or that I write a blog, so I can rant all I want here! Tee Hee! But for neighbors of mine who do follow me, … Continue reading My Neighbor Makes Me Crazy
I made this mistake the other day on a Facebook site. Sincerely looking for tips as to what mistakes people had made or regretted as they began blogging, I posted the question on a conversation stream and got crickets. My first reaction was sadness that no one on the stream responded. Then confusion. Then ahh, I wonder if they think I’m trying to get an … Continue reading Why You Shouldn’t Ask a Blogger for Tips
I always open my door to the young people in my neighborhood who are selling things for school, sports, or other causes. I’m not only interested in supporting their enterprise and entrepreneurial efforts, but use it as a pay-it-forward effort because my children were once knocking on doors, too. Every year, I can reasonably count on the Girl Scouts stopping by for the annual cookie … Continue reading True Boy Scout or Small, Misleading Youth?
I recently attended a performance of the Fab Four—a Beatles tribute band at the State Theater in Minneapolis and was horrified by the audience’s reaction. They just sat there. And stared lifeless as the cute boys with mop tops came out with their black suits and skinny ties on the mock Ed Sullivan stage and began rocking I Wanna Hold Your Hand. The backdrop played … Continue reading Okaaay, Minnesota. What’s up with you?
And possibly dying? Nooo. Please don’t die. I hover over this plant. It’s the only plant I ever talk to. I think about it way too much. It owns me. We’re in a useless, one-sided relationship and it makes me want to put both of us out of our misery and toss it out. It’s got yellowing leaves and somewhere along the line I recall … Continue reading My Money Tree is a Greedy Tramp