Friday, April 18, 2014


In search of the perfect bunny 
I started looking...
This last one was my personal favorite.
Not too big. Not too small.
Perfect to sit inside a pretty basket.

Thursday, April 10, 2014


Spring has finally sprung. It's going to be in the upper 60's for the next four days. And it is a welcome change from all that colder weather we had. But the residual effects of the harsh winter are still everywhere around us. I'm talking about potholes. You have to be so careful driving, for fear your car will hit a one, and get damaged. Up in Michigan gigantic sinkholes are appearing and swallowing cars. The roads are in terrible shape from the thawing and freezing cycles. Not to mention all the salt used to melt the snow. And water main breaks haven't helped. Do you have problems with potholes where you live???

Friday, April 4, 2014


When I was a little girl I had a pet goldfish. It lived in a small glass bowl, the kind you get in a five and dime. It had gravel on the bottom and a tall plastic plant inside it. The bowl was on a shelf that bordered the living room and dining room. I remember feeding the tiny fish every single day. It just took a  sprinkle of food in the top of the bowl. I used to enjoy seeing the little fella come to the surface to gobble it up.  But at my tender age I was a tad bit curious. I wanted to know what fish food tasted like, so I also remember trying a spoonful. It wasn't too bad, as I recall. This was my first exposure to having a pet and I LOVED it. The only problem was the fish didn't like captivity. It refused to stay in the bowl. It kept jumping out and landing on the floor with a big wet splat. Needless to say the goldfish didn't survive these antics. So... we were always replacing it, with a new one. After a while this got ridiculous and my parents decided a dog was a better bet. At the time... I thought so too. Though, I admit to growing up and owning an aquarium at one point in my life with exotic fish. Do you like fish as pets or do you prefer to eat them for dinner?

Monday, March 31, 2014


With emails and texting all the rage, the art of letter writing has become passe. Yet, I adhere to it. Every week I sit down with pen in hand... and write handwritten letters to my best friend. She lives across the state, miles away, and we seldom if ever get to see each other. However, we keep in touch by all means at our disposal. And letter writing, via USPS, with stamped envelopes, is one of our main ways of communicating. It has gotten a little pricey I know. But, nothing thrills me more than to get an old fashioned letter, or to send one. Since I do not have a mailbox outside my residence, I have to go downtown to pick up my mail. I do this once a week. But when I send a letter I usually do it from Meijer's. They have a mailbox there. It's much closer to where I live than the post office, and they pick up twice a day at Meijer's. Whereas... the downtown branch of the post office only has one pickup time daily. And since I'm seldom there, but once a week, it's a tad bit inconvenient, if I want my letters to get to my girlfriend in a timely fashion. So I opt for convenience. Do you write letters? Or prefer emails and texting?

Wednesday, March 26, 2014


At our house we didn't fill in brackets or turn on the tv for the NCAA Men's Basketball Championship.  If anything we were disappointed that the network pre-empted our soap opera because of it. I do not have anything against basketball. I fondly remember my youth, when basketball was a part of my life. My dad rigged up a basketball net inside the garage... and my little brother and I... passed the hours away... shooting hoops. Those were good times and I enjoyed them. But... as I got older the sport was lost to me, and I never gave it much thought, anymore. At least not until this year. Nowadays, March Madness is everywhere, and you can't help but pay attention to all the hype. Especially when Warren Buffet offers a billion dollars to someone with a perfect bracket. So, I wasn't really surprised... when I was out shopping, and came across an indoor basketball game... set up in a store, complete with a small hoop and a couple balls. On a whim, with nobody watching but the security cameras... I decided to try my luck.  What fun it was trying to get a basket. I felt like a kid again. And even though I wasn't betting on the big games, I got to participate in March Madness in my own way. Did you?

Saturday, March 22, 2014


A couple years ago... I was eating a PAYDAY candy bar and thought I was going to die. My throat closed up and I had trouble breathing. The only thing the doctor could come up with at the time was I must be allergic to the peanuts in the candy. I found this hard to believe because I grew up eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But seeing the kind of reaction I had to the candy bar... I decided to steer clear of anything with peanuts. And I did for a few years. Over time, however... I forgot about it... and was back to smearing peanut butter on my toast, with no problems. The other night my hubby and I placed a carryout order for a couple sandwiches. And low and behold, there in the restaurant... was a big box of peanuts, with a sign encouraging customers to dig in while they waited for their orders. Not giving it a second thought, we got a tray, piled it with peanuts and started eating. They were delicious. Apparently my food allergy is a thing of the past. Did you ever have an adverse reaction to something you ate?

Tuesday, March 18, 2014


We were driving by the old Dairy Queen, over the weekend, and were surprised to see it open for the season. Usually they wait until a few days after spring arrives to reopen. Needless to say, we were shocked because temperatures outside were in the lower teens and there was a bitter wind blowing. It was freezing.  But surprise, surprise... there standing in line for ice cream were at least a dozen people. I shouted, "STOP!" to my husband who was behind the wheel. When we managed to turn the car around, to try to get a picture, of all these people decked out in their hats, coats and gloves waiting in line... they had been waited on, and were gone. So I have no proof they were there, but believe me, they were. What do you think? Is it ever too cold for an ice cream treat?