Monday, November 17, 2014


I hate to bring up bodily functions, BUT it's a topic we all deal with, in one way or another, right? For the record, my husband and I have been known to plug up the toilet, now and then... as did our daughters, when they were growing up. But... we handily... took care of business, more times than not, with a simple plunger... instead of enlisting the help of a plumber, who would have broke the bank. So... imagine the big smile on my face when I saw this red plunger Christmas Tree at Big Lots. 

It really made my day. I feel you have to have a sense of humor in life. It's what gets you through, the good times and bad. I immediately rushed to the register with this quirky tree,  knowing it would be the perfect Christmas decoration for our hall bathroom, which is done up in a cabin motif. 

What do you think? Do humor and Christmas go together? 

Saturday, November 8, 2014


With this new cold spell hitting us... I have been thinking alot about winter. My closet and I... need a new pair of boots, for the snowy weather.  So I have been searching the internet for them. I wear a size 6w. They are hard to find.  But... finally I did. A pair of Tote's with faux fur lining. Not as high, on my leg, as I'd like... but they'll do the job, as long as we don't get two feet of snow. So I pushed the plunger and bought them. Anxious to get them home, I waited patiently for them to arrive. All of our mail comes to a PO Box, so I knew I would have to pick them up at the front vestibule in the Post Office, during business hours. There is no way this package would fit in our 6x6 inch Post Office Box. So a week passed. Nothing there. Then... one day, after the Post office had closed for the day, I went to pick up the mail. It was the only time I had available. I was stunned to see a package crammed tight in the Post Office Box. I found it hard to believe it was the boots. They'd be too big, wouldn't they?  A tight squeeze. So I struggled to pull the package out of the front of the box. It kept getting stuck. No one was there to help me, so I had to be persistent.  Eventually the package worked it's way out... with alot of patience and careful manipulation, on my part. And surprise, surprise... the package was indeed hiding the boots. I was excited to see them, but stunned they fit in that tiny space. The fact the boots were not shipped in a shoebox was the obvious reason why? That way... I had maneuvering room, when trying to break them free of the PO Box. Who does that? Not putting boots in a shoebox for delivery? Guess it worked in my favor, didn't it? I didn't have to wait to pick them up during regular Post Office business hours. Now I'm ready to face Old Man Winter. BRING ON THAT POLAR VORTEX. I'm prepared. Have you ever had something, somewhat mind boggling, happen to you?

Saturday, November 1, 2014


It was bound to happen sooner or later. I thought it would be later in the year. But I was wrong. This was the night it hit. A seasonal milestone of sorts. Winter is still weeks away. Autumn is in full swing. All day it rained. Then the winds picked up. Temperatures slowly plummeted. And what was first rain, then sleet, became snow. Yep... you heard me, SNOW. I watched in amazement as the first snowflakes of the season flew, before October exited, and November began. Just hope it doesn't accumulate too much.  Made me want to decorate the tree and sing Christmas carols. Any snow where you are?

Sunday, October 26, 2014


In the past, my house has been
all decked out for Halloween,
inside and out.

Skeletons are usually seated in my patio chairs.

And Dracula has always been 
standing by, to greet visitors at the front door. 
But not this year. 
Dracula is buried in the garage, 
along with the bones of Halloween past. 
So that is why my decor outside is so understated.

Only a scarecrow, some mums 
and a wreath are out there saying, 
to passerby's. 

Inside though...
is a different story.
decorations are everywhere.
The focus this year seems to be 
on witches & jack o' lanterns. 
They make me smile.

 Puts me in the mood... 
for the little 
Trick or Treaters 
that will be 
haunting the streets. 
Though I must admit... 
we seldom have more than a handful
stop by here for their treats. 
What about you? 
Do you get alot of 
ghosts and goblins 
knocking on your door at Halloween?

I'm still trying to decide what I'm going to be??? 

What do you think? 
I kind of like this old man,
don't you?

"Over the floor
and down the wall,
Like ghosts
the shadows
rise and fall."

edgar allan poe

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?