BYOB’s New Meaning

Plastic bags are outlawed in the town where I shop. You either bring your own bag, or buy a paper one for 5 cents. Five cents is no big deal.  It's just irritating. So I've been accumulating an assortment of my own... some for free, some cost a buck or two.  And I'm doing pretty good …

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Maxwell the Turkey

I just couldn’t post this before Thanksgiving.  I’m sure you’ll understand why.  And besides, Maxwell is a Christmas story.  And there’s still time to forget this by then. Long ago and far away in Alaska, my husband decided we would raise our own turkey for the holidays.  It would be a good lesson, he said, …

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Still Moving….. slowly

Major life changes reveal a lot. Packing and moving a household shows I save more stuff than I realize.  I can't blame it all on Doug.... but I will try, of course. So far I've packed the easy stuff.  Actually, not easy, just accessible.  It's stuff I know must go - - like a cabinet full of china, bedding and …

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Family Fashion Sense

Perhaps I've been a little hard on Doug in past posts... especially about his white jeans and sunburn dilemma on a cruise from a few years back.  But honestly, he gives me so much great material to work with.  I can't help myself. That said, as a family we have a history of fashion oddities beyond the white …

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Mayhem…. he’s a friend of mine

Things have been quiet at my house. I mentioned a few weeks back a yard sale was in the works ... but there was some question if it would happen. It hasn't.  It isn't....not even a remote possibility. While I was out-of-town last month, Doug hurt his knee.  We wait for a surgery date. Each evening as …

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How Boys Play and a Couple Cookies

I know how boys play.... it's almost always messy and rarely quiet.  Living room cushions and blankets become forts.  Their appreciated but sweaty hugs smell of wet grass and mud.... as do their bedrooms....on a good day.  We won't talk about the other days. One son could sit in the middle of a room ...no toy or book …

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How I Broke My Snow Hatin’ Daddy’s Nose

During my overly imaginative childhood, I had dreams.  I planned to sing and dance my way to stardom.  If that didn't work I'd be a world-famous accordionist.  This was most likely influenced by watching too many Lawrence Welk shows ...required viewing in my parents' home. My folks thought the accordion was the safest "dream of the week" so Dad rented one and made sure I got to my weekly lesson.  Mom made …

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