It’s that time of year again, when we lose the ever so precious hour, yet gain an hour at the end of the day. Funny how there are times when we simply can’t tell spring is on the way, regardless of the date. Being the research junkie that I am, I turned to the internet […]
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As surely as a rose reveals velvet soft petals and heavenly fragrance, Shirley reminded me of it’s rather nasty thorns. In the world of surely, Shirley held her ground with solid stance and determination, unyielding to the ideas of others. Meaning me. Surely, I knew Shirley was annoyed and probably hated me by the time
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It is, of course, unnecessary to point out that we are buried in snow, not only here in the Pacific Northwest, but apparently everywhere there’s a news station. So, while we’re drowning in the stuff, I’d like to point out the obvious, just for the sake of whining, and share a few facts I’ve never
Prescription drugs. Can’t sleep with them – can’t live without them. Sleep aids aside, that’s the conclusion I’ve arrived at after minutes of intense research into the question of why we no longer sleep through the night. The “we” I am referring to is the mature population of our country. The sixty and over crowd.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said, “Oh, how I would love to be a fly on the wall.” Or, “wouldn’t it be great to be a fly on the wall for that conversation!” And then there’s, “Oh-My-Gosh! I need to be a fly on the wall!” Fly’s are filthy. They carry a
Tiz the season for naughty and nice. For some reason, naughty often wins during the holiday season, preying upon exhausted, over-extended parents, and sugared-to-the-moon, kids. Yet, this year, let nice prevail! Never mind how Jeremiah shovels in the food with his mouth wide open, or how Aunt Mable expels gas at the dinner table. Don’t