A Year in the Life of a Blogger

Hard to believe I’ve been penning this blog since November, 2012. In case you suck at math, that’s 169 blog posts at once a week. That’s a lot of posts. Just between you and me, sometimes I wonder if I’ll run out of words. Although, as you’ve probably discovered, days when I have little to say hardly ever happen.

I don’t write about anything life changing or probably even interesting, mind you. It’s all mainly humorous observations about my life. That’s a quote from my About Me page, which you’d know had you read it. No worries.

I forgive you

If I’m being honest here, I have to admit I didn’t post a new entry every Sunday. And the reason I know this? Because I get a stat report at the end of each year from WordPress. You can’t believe the stuff they track. Don’t worry, nobody’s stalking how often you read my blog. That would just be creepy. I don’t actually know my readers’ identities unless they comment. (Hint, hint.) Continue reading

My Friend, Lady Tremaine

As you know from last week’s blog, I was in Texas helping my friend Sharon unpack hundreds of boxes from a recent move. You might be interested to know (or perhaps not) that I didn’t develop a Texan drawl. That’s because Sharon ensconced me in her home for 6 days so I never got the chance to develop a proper Southern twang.

Sharon's unpacking

Floor to ceiling throughout 3400 square feet

Now don’t get me wrong. Sharon didn’t exactly crack the whip. But close. Very, very close. Let’s just say she reminded me of Lady Tremaine (Cinderella’s wicked stepmom) but without poofy hair.

Cinderella

Sharon with her “To Do” list

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Deja Vu All Over Again

I hate to beat a dead horse. In fact I hate to beat anything, let alone a dead horse. What kind of a saying is that anyway? Now don’t get me wrong. Today I’m not writing about beating horses so you can just forget the opinion you’ve just formed that I’m a dead-animal-beater. I mean really, what’s wrong with you?

No, today’s blog is about how apropos my last blog was. You see, as I write this, I’m on a plane to Texas to meet my friend Sharon and help her unpack hundreds of boxes shipped from her and Jim’s previous home in Perth, Australia, to her current home outside Houston. Being the kind, considerate, thoughtful and giving person I am, I offered to help her unpack. Continue reading

When Gadgets Go On Strike

It’s no secret I’m inept when it comes to anything to do with technological gadgetry, like how things work, why they stop working and how to fix them when they do. That includes DVRs, cell phones, computers, TVs, microwaves. They all baffle me.

baffled

I once threw my iPhone across the room when it wouldn’t send emails. I know that’s a bit harsh. But let me just say it had a VERY secure cover and safely survived the toss. (Lucky for me.)

iphone cover

See? Indestructible

Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t advocate hurling your gadgets in frustration but I have to admit it was a tad satisfying. I’d say lately my gadgetry tolerance is being challenged. I’m dependent on them and now they’re falling apart. All in unison, I might add. I think they’re doing it on purpose, the hateful little bastards. Continue reading

Loving Every Minute

Everyone knows I have a slew of animals. Does seven make a slew?

Anyway, when I looked around the other day, I realized how much my pets impact my life, both good and bad. They’re my furry family. Yep, I have an animal house and I love every minute. Well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.

animal house

Four of my seven

Let’s just say I’ve had to make compromises for having dogs, Nellie, Callie and Skip and cats, Oliver, Savannah, Tippi and Jack. I can’t expect my nice things to stay nice, so my furniture is often covered like a winterized beach home. I have tables with embedded teeth marks and a backyard with a hole almost deep enough to bury a Mini Cooper, courtesy of Nellie. Continue reading