Thursday, October 16, 2014


As a child, I got twenty five cents a week for my allowance. This was a lot of money to me. I had to do chores around the house to claim it. The worst one was ironing.  It was tedious and boring. But I did it. Didn't want to lose my rights to that quarter. I would take my earnings down to the local Five and Dime Store and have a field day there. I didn't spend my hard earned money on candy or frivolous things. No sir-ee.  Each week I would buy another figurine to put on my dresser top. These weren't just any little statuettes.They were religious collectibles. This was influenced by the fact that I was determined to grow up and become a nun, like my name sake. That is until I discovered boys and they discovered me. But in the meantime my dresser was a shrine, adorned with praying hands, Mary and Jesus, angels, saints, and the like. It was the beginning of my foray into acquiring collectible treasures of all kinds. Throughout the years... cats, gnomes, seashells, christmas ornaments, cows, clowns, frogs, and books became the objects of my affection. But, a decade or so, ago... I got tired of accumulating things, it was costly, so I gave up the hobby, selling many of the things on eBay. Although I admit, I still enjoy a quick run through Goodwill and Thrift Stores to see how far a quarter will go, these days. What do you collect and did you start as a child like I did?

Monday, October 13, 2014


You know what they say about the best made plans. I'm here to tell you it's true. For quite some time now... I have been trying to find my way back to the East Coast to visit my parents. But... something always happens to change my itinerary, at the last minute. So this important trip hasn't materialized yet, and isn't going to be, for a while. This is making me quite frustrated. Especially since I want to see my parents and because I also wanted to see the trees changing colors in the mountains, this year... before the first snow flies. Let me tell you... a more beautiful, breathtaking sight, has never been seen. Those treetops come alive in the mountains, unlike anywhere else. They are ablaze and dazzle with vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows, that are literally transforming. Around here some of the trees are turning but nothing too spectacular, yet. How is the fall foliage where you are?

Monday, October 6, 2014


I have no private office, for yours truly, here in my house. My computer desk is right smack dab in the middle of the living room. I share the space with anyone who wanders in. This is where I sit surfing the web 24/7. In the wee hours of the morning strange things can happen. Full moon or not. And I'm here to tell you something did. It was so frightening it scared the hell out of me. I was typing away at my key board when I happened to look at my elbow, resting on the desk.  I screamed when I saw what I saw. I jumped at least six feet in the air, too. What I saw was creepy, crawly. It was very menacing, looking up at me with all eight eyes, two of them bulging. You guessed it. A spider. But not just any old itsy bitsy spider. NO sir. Sitting right there on my shirt sleeve was an enormous, (at least 3 or 4 inches across) WOLF SPIDER. When I tried to shake it off, it clung to the fabric, refusing to budge. The decibel level of my screams increased, though there was nobody home to rush to my rescue. (WHERE IS SPIDERMAN WHEN YOU NEED HIM?) So, suffice it to say, my FEAR drove me to do the only thing I could think of at the time. UNDRESS. I literally ripped that shirt off my body in two seconds, flat, throwing it to the floor. Would you believe, that darn spider was still attached to it, cradling the sleeve? I didn't want to squash it and get spider guts all over the place... because  I didn't know if that would wash out of my clothing? (I can't believe I was thinking rationally at this point?) But, foremost in my mind... was the fact... I didn't want that ominous creature to scurry away to parts unknown, so I could encounter it again, in say... my bare feet. So I tried to make a beeline to the front door, holding the shirt it was on, at an arm's length.  Unfortunately, the spider, in question, made a daring escape before I could get it outside. I should have probably used a tupperware container to capture it in. But I didn't. So now... my dear blog buddies... that scary, ugly WOLF spider is in hiding. It's lurking somewhere in my house, just waiting to pounce and surprise me again. I envision it biting me in the neck, crawling up my leg, nesting in my ponytail.  My nerves are shot worrying about where and when it might appear again. Have you ever been frightened half out of your wits by something like this? What's your story?

Monday, September 29, 2014


When The World Cup was televised, I couldn't wait for it to end. It seemed to go on forever and a day. I had never been to a soccer game in my whole life. And admitted to anyone who would listen I didn't like soccer. The reason being  I grew up with baseball and football.  But my granddaughter plays soccer. So last month I was invited to one of her games. They were to play on Field One, which is in close proximity to the parking lot, at a local elementary school. So that way... I didn't have to walk too far, to attend. Because at my age, my legs are no longer capable of taking me to the places I want to go, if too much walking is involved. I brought my fold up burgundy chair and plopped myself down on the sidelines, where others were positioning themselves to watch. Both of my daughters were there, (a wonderful treat for me) ...  and they insisted on mothering me... ( a tad bit irritating). They told me to hold an umbrella to shield myself from the sun. I thought that sounded silly. But it just so happened, it was 90 degrees out there, even in the shade... and I felt like I was melting. According to my youngest daughter who lived in Phoenix, Arizona for a while, everybody there carries an umbrella to shade themselves. So she wanted me to do it. She was worried I might have heatstroke. I have to admit, when I tried it,  it took the edge off the bright sunshine and made the outdoor venue a little more tolerable. The game started and I settled into the rhythm of the kids footwork as they ran up and down the field. Some of them looked bedraggled, after a while, because of the heat. So I was happy to see the coaches keeping the children, hydrated.  I don't understand the complexities of the sport. And I sometimes thought... the parents cheering on the kids, were a little too focused on scoring and winning. But I enjoyed the overall game and took a ton of pictures of my granddaughter doing her thing out there on the soccer field. Unfortunately I can't share them with you here because my older daughter doesn't want any pictures of her family posted online. And I have to respect her wishes. Such a shame, though. I'm a proud grandma who opened her mind to something new, soccer.  And found out I liked it. IMAGINE that? Have you ever found out you actually liked something you thought you didn't?

Thursday, September 18, 2014


AUtumn is in the air. I LOVE pumpkins. They are everywhere, right now. Real ones, fake ones... IN ONE FORM OR ANOTHER. Here are some of the SWEET ORANGE DELIGHTS I've seen out and about. Do you like pumpkins? DID YOU KNOW THEY ARE A FRUIT AND NOT A VEGETABLE?











(from Yankee Candle)




Friday, September 12, 2014


My Motorola Droid Global cell phone had a meltdown. It is five years old. Back in the day it was the best that money could buy. And I thought it would last forever.  Unfortunately though, it started to randomly make calls from my contact list without me lifting a finger. It seemed possessed going up and down through the list. Calling and hanging up before anybody answered. Then it went through my apps like a madman searching, searching, so the page kept scrolling without me doing a thing. It got so bad I couldn't even use the darn phone. It had a mind of it's own and didn't want to cooperate. I tried powering it down. That didn't work. Then I tried taking the battery out and putting it back in. That worked for a few minutes, then it went back to craziness. I took it to the Verizon store figuring they'd have a solution. They did. They wanted me to upgrade to a newer phone. A Samsung Galaxy 4. I resisted this because a) I didn't want to give up my qwerty keyboard and b)  I knew it was going to cost me money. First they told me those kind of keyboards were obsolete and I needed to get with the program. But then they said, there was good news. Because we had taken insurance out on the old Motorola phone and it malfunctioned... it would be upgraded to the Samsung Galaxy 4,  free of charge.  That's right, FREE. And it had so many new features it wasn't funny. Plus it was 4G. So I reluctantly accepted the deal. Though I worried about my ability to understand the newer technology. I am happy to report, two weeks later, I'm no longer scared of what I don't know and am instead thrilled by what I do. I love my new Galaxy 4 and feel in step with the millennial crowd. But according to my daughter I shouldn't. She says my phone is no big deal because she has a newer version, The Samsung Galaxy 5. And supposedly mine is nothing compared to that. Gosh makes me long for the days when I had a landline and a phone was just a phone. No bragging rights, required.

Thursday, September 11, 2014