Blogiversary

Jan 032013
 

I never thought that I’d see this day.  Actually, I’m quite surprised.  Many times I’ve thought “Why the hell am I doing this?  Nobody wants to read about the crap that goes on in my life.”

But surprisingly (and perhaps rather frighteningly), people do.

Dang, you guys are weird.

I didn’t know how to create a blog and I certainly was no writer (as evidenced by the badly phrased sentence), but I thought that I’d throw some stuff out there that was clogging up my brain so I could make room for more useless drivel to swirl around.

What started out as a need to chase away Winter boredom and utilize the domain that Rick had acquired for me many years earlier has turned into a play-by-play reality-thon of my life.

For the last 2 years I’ve shared with you my love/hate relationship with the squirrels, shown the many antics of Thor and observed how close we really are to the local bear population.

You’ve had front row seats to my Daughter’s wedding and also provided your support when I was dealing with a negative reaction to one of my posts.

I’ve brought you into my garden and cried on your shoulder when I lost some of my crops to the critters that live in the area.

As of today, I have shared 476 stories of my life on this blog.  When I saw that number I almost fainted.  Did I really have that much to write about that people would want to read?

Maybe it’s not the “content” of the blog but perhaps the comment section that you find so entertaining.  It’s like a virtual community get-together.  And when my family chimes in with their own 2 cents it’s an all out party!

I love audience participation.

And I love each and every one of you for sticking with me all this time.  Your comments and emails put a smile on my face and happiness in my heart.

A special shout-out to my tech support and web-hoster Rick.  Without you, none of this would have been possible.

 

Karma: It’s What Comes Around

Jan 022013
 

It is days like today that it is totally obvious that we live in a male dominated society.  Because it is clear on so many levels that a man does not have to go through the level of pain that a woman does to look good.  (Or presentable enough as to not have the people she comes into contact with running and screaming in terror.)

Today was the day that I had to do something that I hate.  Loathe, even.

I had to pluck my eyebrows.  Every woman who just read that is shaking their head in agreement.

Now you would think that after all these years my skin would toughen up enough that when I pull those miniscule hairs that it wouldn’t be such a painful experience.  Riigghhhhttttttt.  That would be like saying to someone who has just delivered her fifth child “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? ”

I supposed I could take the easy route and just have some gal in a beauty salon wax my eyebrows, and in fact I have done that exactly once in my life.  Here again, there is still that level of pain that must be endured.

Once more, must have been thought up by a man.  I can just picture a couple of guys throwing back some beers and to liven up the conversation one pipes up “What if we put some boiling hot wax on the eyelid, put a piece of paper over it and ripped the hair out!  That would certainly quicken the process and then my wife can have more time to cook me dinner/wash my clothes/rotate the tires on the car.”

The man probably won a Pulitzer Prize.

One day a few years ago I was in the bathroom doing this dastardly deed and my husband walked into the room.  He stood there for a couple of minutes and watched me.  I turned to look at him and he had this strange look of pain on his face.  I thought he was going to be sick.

I think of that moment every time he has to tackle his nose hairs.

I just love Karma.

 

Quoting My Father

Dec 292012
 

I have been lazy, lazy, LAZY the last couple of days.  So lazy in fact, that I haven’t even wanted to think about writing or reading any blogs.  Heck, the TV is only on as quiet noise in the background, nothing more.

I am on vacation, after all.

Instead I have been engraving my backside in the comfy recliner in the living room, soaking up the warmth of the fireplace, occasionally becoming a comfy pillow for Thor, and reading books off my Kindle.

It has been bliss.

However, my subconscious decided to pay me a visit and every-so-kindly reminded me that I forgot to send birthday greetings to 2 very important people in my life.

Oh contraire, subconscious, this is simply not the case.  To quote my Father “I did not forget, I am just late.”

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Happy Birthday Nichole & Brady!

xoxo

10 Things I Learned This Christmas

Dec 262012
 

1.  The older your kids get, the longer Christmas lasts.  This year it lasted 4 days and came in 2 waves.  Everyone survived.

Alexis

2.  Watching young ones open presents is the best experience in the world.

Rick

3.  It is critical to have someone on wrapping paper collection duties.  This year it was Rick’s turn and he did a fantastic job.

4.  I do not have enough forks.

5.  I do not have enough plates.

6.  My dishwasher was run so often that it is threatening to go on strike.

7.  A ten-year-old playing computer games will have a bladder of steel.

Chris & Erik

8.  Watching the reactions of adult children opening their gifts… priceless.

Nichole2

9.  A Christmas stocking from when your child was little can bring the biggest smile of all.

10.  The real gift of the holiday are not the presents, but the people you spend it with and the memories that are created.

 

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