Tuesday, April 18, 2017


Don't forget me. I'll be back sooner than you think.

Saturday, April 15, 2017


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Monday, April 10, 2017


My husband and I are playing musical chairs. One minute he’s sick, then the next I am. We’ve been passing whatever this is we have back and forth between us, since the 1st of the year. Sore throat, runny nose, cough, fever. Finally my hubby sought medical attention and went to the doctor. He has COPD so anything that exacerbates the condition requires a look-see by a medical professional.  He was immediately put on a series of prednisone and antibiotics to deal with it.  At that point I was symptom free. But the minute he started to improve, just a little, I caught it again. My throat was so bad this time, I wanted to cry. So I conceded I too needed to see the doctor.  I hope she’ll have something to take the edge off the sore throat. The rest I can handle but not that. Meantime, soup is our go to meal. And my hubby and I are trying to avoid contact to keep this BUG at BAY. Have you ever shared an illness with someone you love?  No fun is it?

Sunday, April 2, 2017


By and large, I tend to be somewhat conventional in my home décor with a boring color palette. But every now and then... something comes along, that tickles your fancy, and throws all caution to the wind. I saw these cute FISH potholders and thought they match nothing I own. But then... thought, I’ve got to have them. A LENTEN special. They were on sale. Just what I needed, an excuse to BUY them. I never have had FISH potholders before, have you? Time to change things up a bit. Do something different. The real choosing however, began when I had to decide which color dishcloths I would get to accompany them in my kitchen. Which color would you choose? I favored the yellow but ultimately went with the turquoise. Though none of them match my décor. I say sometimes you have to shake things up and have some fun. So I did.

Sunday, March 26, 2017



Purses are personal like men’s wallets. They have to fit your lifestyle. They come in an assortment of designers, colors, sizes and prices.  No matter how I have tried to use a smaller purse I always gravitate to the large ones. Bags that have lots of compartments to accommodate my needs.  I need a couple outside pockets, one for my phone and one for my keys. Inside I need a compartment for my wallet. One for my makeup. Another for my change purse. And journals, a book or my kindle. I do not like hobo bags where you just throw everything into a big hole and that’s that. You then spend the rest of your life digging through everything to find one thing. And that drives me bonkers. Trendy is not my thing either. I’m not into cutesy wootsy. As for designers. I consider them if the price is right. And the purse has what I need. But not just to be wearing a name only. If you shop THRIFTS you will find a wide variety of NOVELTY purses to compliment every style and budget. Here are a few I ran into in my travels that were fun to look at, but stayed put in the store. 










Between me and you, it’s really a personal preference to choose and buy a purse PREVIOUSLY used. I do not have a problem with it for the most part. I’ve picked up some real expensive pieces for only a few bucks… but it depends on the condition of the item. I think buying new if you scout out bargains is ok too. Purses are now going for over $200. It’s unbelievable, don’t you think? What kind of purses do you like? 

Saturday, March 18, 2017


Finding a ZEN moment can be difficult in this busy world. The noise of traffic is always close to hand here because I live near a busy hwy. The sound level can drive you bonkers. So I am constantly on the lookout for peace and quiet. Solace can be found in little nooks and crannies in the most unusual places. Waterfalls, stained glass and music can also set the scene. Where do you go to find your ZEN?

Sunday, March 12, 2017


I was going to go to the ST.PATRICK’S DAY parade here in town… but the temps outside were just too cold for my sensibilities. So instead... I went back in time with these archived parade photos. I thought I would share them here with you. They’ve never been posted before. I know you’d get a kick out of them. People just are crazy about wearing the green. Everybody is a bit IRISH on St. Patrick's Day, aren't they? Do you wear green? 


Sunday, March 5, 2017


Years ago… you could walk into a furniture store, buy something, and have it delivered the next week and they would put it in place for you... and you could use it, and that was that. Not anymore. Now you have to carry it home yourself. You get a box full of instructions and you have to put the furniture together, building it from a pile of pieces, inside the box. For older folks it can be a struggle. I do not know part A from part B. But carrying that HEAVY box can hurt your back or break your toes. I got tired of operating my computer from the floor because I couldn’t get up from there. So… three months ago we bought a desk. My husband and I lugged the thing home. That was no easy task.

Then… carefully he removed the pieces from the box, littering our living room floor with them… and one by one, he put them together. Halfway through the process… he discovered the company put the wrong pieces in the box and he couldn’t finish it. No drawers. There were supposed to be three. So he called the company and they assured him they would send him the parts as soon as they could. But they told him they were on backorder and there would be a small waiting period, of a month. He said that was ok. Then… he got the desk as put together as it could be, so I could temporarily use it. And we waited. And waited and waited for the other pieces, so he could finish it. No parts, no finished product, three months later. We’re still waiting. I do not know how much longer it will be. Like I said I’m using it. But it was only supposed to be temporary. There are holes everywhere over the desk surface because the piece I’m using for the top is actually the bottom. It’s the part the drawers attach to and then another piece of wood goes on top of that. Truth is my hubby still has a jigsaw puzzle to sort through, when the parts arrive. Such a chore. As much money as we paid for this desk… it should have come complete without this inconvenience. At one point, they offered our money back and my husband said yes. When he said surely you don’t expect us to return the desk as is? How would we transport it? They changed their mind and said the parts would be forthcoming. So we wait. But I think the next phone call will be about reimbursing us, period. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough for this project to be completed? On the other hand, it’s better than nothing, as is. Right?

my desk so far
minus the drawers

the way it's supposed to look complete.

Sunday, February 26, 2017


One of the places I’ve always wanted to visit has been New Orleans. But for one reason or another I have never been able to go. The last time I entertained the notion of a visit there, it got sideswiped by Hurricane Katrina and the trip never happened. Imagine Emeril cooking. Harry singing. The place has always held a special allure to me for so many reasons. Participating in CARNIVAL. Jazz. All that JAZZ. Voodoo magic, Musical sendoffs into the great beyond, fascinating cemeteries and as a FOODIE... delectable seafood dishes and pastries, to make your mouth water. I can only imagine eating like that every day. Such a thing it should happen to me. Here in the Midwest we’re lucky if we have CAJUN cooking once a year. Ingredients are hard to come by in these parts. So, in the past a local restaurant would break out the flashy beads, put on the zydeco music and fill up the buffet trays with crawfish, jambalaya, gumbo and delectable desserts, they had flown all the way here from Louisiana. But it got too expensive and they stopped the annual tradition. So… when Mardi Gras rolls around I’m usually a sad sack. No celebration. So imagine my surprise when I sauntered into a local bakery and saw a KING CAKE. I quickly regained my composure and claimed it as my own. Paczkis I see everywhere, but a KING CAKE never before in our neighborhood. Some WISE men (or women) made FAT TUESDAY a priority here this week. Imagine that. It’s the little things that mean a lot.


Saturday, February 18, 2017


I envy my husband. He has the ability to do something,
I can only dream about. He can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, while I struggle with bouts of insomnia. Nothing fazes him. Lights on or off... television blaring, radio playing, once he makes up his mind to rendezvous with the sandman, off to dreamland he goes! Eyes shut and he's out, just as simple as that. Week after week, night after night, I JEALOUSLY lay, wide-awake, listening while he snores. I toss and turn. I get up, lay back down. I get online. I read a book. I throw fake mice at the cats and play, drink a cup of cinnamon tea until it happens. When I manage to drift off, nothing aggravates me more, than being rudely ripped from sleep, once I finally manage to doze off! Yet it happens over and over again. Cats still think it’s playtime and interrupt my sleeping more often than not, in bed. So I post an imaginary DO NOT DISTURB SIGN on my bedroom door and telephone between 7-10 am. After racking up those countless, sleepless hours, at night... I can finally  catch my ZZZZZ's, retreating into a heavenly slumber while my husband keeps the cats busy chasing him around. Thank goodness. Survival of the species requires a certain amount of down time...so I take mine WHEN I can get it! Do you fall asleep easily? And do you stay asleep. 

Sunday, February 12, 2017


Romantic gestures aside... our Valentine’s Day gift to one another is... running water in the kitchen sink. Our plumbing to that spot... has been broken for about a week and a half... due to a leaky faucet... that stopped working altogether. Not to mention... it had been corroded for a while... on the outside spigot arch, making it UGLY too. (But in all fairness it was fifteen years old.) The inconvenience of NO WATER has been intolerable for the most part. Who doesn’t operate without their kitchen sink in working order?  My husband called the Price Pfister people to get instructions on how to fix it and they surprised him by offering to send out a new faucet, FREE OF CHARGE. Who can resist a deal like that? This product is warranted for life to be free of leaks, so they wanted a NEW one in place, not a repaired one. It was a $200 item replaced totally FREE. Imagine that? BRAND NEW and fancier than we had. A bargain for sure. Fixing it was one thing, but putting a new one in is quite another. The next problem was... my husband is no spring chicken, not agile in the least… so he worried about installation and getting in all the positions needed to connect it without hurting his back or making himself sick. (He has COPD and SPINAL STENOSIS) I finally convinced him now that his Social Security check came in, to call the plumber and see how cheaply he could do it for us and how quickly? I know hiring a professional cuts into the FREE part, but still we were given a gift.  So for the cost of a dozen roses, and box of chocolates… everything was back in working order with new hardware in place, in time for Valentine’s Day. Now... I’m feeling the love, aren’t you? 

Sunday, February 5, 2017


Remember the cartoon Dagwood and Blondie? It often made me smile. Poor misunderstood Dagwood. Seems no matter what he did he was always in the doghouse over something. I do not remember him buying flowers or cards, candy or jewelry to apologize? Do you? He just had lots of excuses why it happened and why it wouldn’t happen again. Truth is in real life when somebody does something to HURT you… whether intentional or not… do they owe you an apology and what kind? Sometimes the hurt runs so deep that mere words alone do not let somebody off the hook, do they? Or is something more needed? Particularly between husbands and wives?  If your spouse flippantly told you to buy yourself something at Jared or Kay after getting caught doing something naughty? What would you do? Is that enough of an effort put forth to erase the bad and allow you to forgive them? Do monetary gestures tackle the problem or make it worse in your opinion? The greeting card companies have hundreds of cards lining the store aisles that address the problem and say  I’m sorry for you. Have you honestly ever bought one? Or more importantly received one? Maybe a different approach works. Have you ever given somebody the SILENT treatment when they do not appear to capitulate in some form to acknowledge the trouble they caused and the hurt they inflicted?  To forgive is often easier said than done, isn’t it? But in the long run, when you love someone what choice do you have?  This too shall pass. Or does it? Do you hold a grudge? My husband seldom if ever says he’s sorry. Yet, I always do, for even minor infractions, guilty or not. Are we mismatched or what? How do you apologize? 

Monday, January 30, 2017


When I was growing up my Nana had a dresser top full of things I adored. Seemed every square inch was occupied with something. Most important to dress up the furniture, she had an elegant translucent white lace doily that covered the top. Remember doilies? In the center was a small pot of purple African violets. And then, off to the side, was an ornate very old lamp. When she passed away I was given the lamp. I treasured it with all my heart for many years. It was extremely fragile and delicate though, so I always took precautions to tread carefully around it. But one day while in a hurry to clean up, it fell out of my hands to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. I was devastated. That part of my grandmother was now gone. All I managed to salvage were the broken heads of the figural Victorian couple in it. Everything else was destroyed. I cried and cried. I was so mad at myself for letting this happen. Over time the hurt got easier to deal with and I moved on… by buying myself another antique lamp, similar but different to the one my Nana had on her dresser.  Have you ever had a beloved treasure or family heirloom leave you empty handed with a broken heart?

Sunday, January 22, 2017


A few years back… my mom and dad who live halfway across the country… bemoaned a plague worse than death… STINKBUGS. They were beside themselves because these ugly varmints were hugging one side of their house so that the color had changed from cream to brown. They were camped inside the window jams and basically were a pain in the butt. Eliminating them was near impossible according to one exterminator after another. And the most pressing issue was the smell they emanated when you killed them. It was by all accounts just HORRIBLE. We sympathized with my parents and wished them well. Eventually the bad bugs dissipated and that was the end of it… until here and now at our house.

We now have STINKBUGS and they are driving us crazy. They simply can NOT be ignored.  A dozen turned up throughout the house, and we squished them taking their crusty carcasses outside. We thought that was it. WRONG! The pesky things keep showing up everywhere. The bathroom, the family room. I plugged my cellphone in to charge it and there were two STINKBUGS. I popped a top on a cream soda, sat it on my desk to drink it… turned around and guess what,  there was one STINKBUG about to dive in. GROSS. Sitting on the couch we’ve had a handful fly into the carpet in front of us. They circle the lights attracted by the brightness at night. And just this afternoon we discovered yet another STINKBUG floating in a mug…. put in the kitchen sink. We’ve been told the same thing my parents have, these BUGS are practically invincible. Bug spray does no good. When you smash them, they emit an odor that attracts more of the bugs to the area. Our question is WHERE are they coming in from???? We’ve sealed every place we can think of to keep them out. If we could find that source perhaps we could eliminate part of the problem. These things look prehistoric. Their bodies are in the shape of a shield. Have any of you had SINKBUGS? Do you know what to do to discourage them or have a way to RID the premises of them? Enlighten us please. HELP! Meanwhile, I’m taking no chances.

LIDS cover everything and I carry a big FLYSWATTER.