A Budding Blog…

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Well, it is with a fair amount of fear and trepidation that I’d like to make an announcement.
Before your mind starts to wander too far, I am not pregnant. That would cause mind-boggling fear and trepidation, and would, in fact, be a miracle.
This is “Not That Big a Deal” which is also the name of my new blog. Yes, friends I have “bitten the bullet, jumped in with both feet, leaped into the breach” and it scares the crumbs out of me. But, I enjoy making people smile and laugh and forget, even if just for a little while, their troubles. I think it’s something we all need now and then. I really do believe that “a good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.” So, here I go…
My blog link will be posted on facebook and twitter tomorrow and, hopefully, every Friday after that. I hope it does its job. I hope it makes you smile. 


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“Thick and Tired Of It”

“Thick and Tired Of It” ~ This is a quote by Mary Tyler Moore who, I think it is safe to say, was probably never “thick” a day in her life. Being “thick” is a common feeling for those of us in Middle Age…that unmagical place that is nothing like Middle Earth…being ‘thick’ is not necessarily something that automatically happens but, for me anyway, there is a reason and so I confess…

My name is Roxanne and I am a foodie.

I am not the kind of foodie that writes reviews, I am the kind of foodie that loves food…all food…except for spam and liver. I like to blame my love of food on my Italian roots. Italians are known for their food, both the food they make and the food they eat. But then again, I am also Irish. The Irish are not known for their food. Nobody has ever said, I feel like having a nice Irish meal tonight, unless of course it’s St. Patrick’s Day when we consume copious amounts of Corned Beef and Cabbage as a nation, whether we’re Irish or not. Washing it down with Guinness seems to make it that much more enjoyable and helps us to be oblivious to the fact that “corned beef and cabbage” is not really an Irish meal, but that’s another story for another time.

There comes a moment in every foodies life when we have over-indulged, the thickness  has caught up with us, and we decide it’s time to do the “E” word…exercise. My first clue that this was the case for me was when I was teaching my high school students about adjectives. I decided to make the lesson interactive. Students had to pick a name of someone in the class and give two nice adjectives describing them. The clincher was each adjective could only be used once. I’m still not sure why I included my name, but I did. It was chosen by one of the boys. His first adjective, was “funny.” His second adjective was “squatty.” How that fell into the realm of “nice adjectives” is still a mystery, but I quickly decided that “squatty” was not how I wanted to be described. This presented another problem. I do not like exercise. I’ve made the decision to exercise many times. In my younger days I exercised fairly consistently. My children have vivid memories of sitting on the couch when they woke up watching Mommy finish doing her thing so they could have breakfast. My exercise of choice was either Reebok Step Aerobics or Charlene Prickett on It Figures. I will  even say I think I must have almost enjoyed it back then.

Now, whenever I plan to exercise, if I even think about exercise, I’ve noticed an automatic response from my body…I get sick. When things make us sick, or give us a bad reaction, we rightly conclude that we are allergic. And so, I have come to the logical conclusion…I am allergic to exercise. That being said, and wanting, nay needing to start exercising again and not wanting to be sick, I came up with a brilliant plan. I meandered through the possibilities available on YouTube, and told myself, exercise“Maybe someday I’ll  exercise again.” Then, I woke up yesterday morning and just did it. I pulled up YouTube, found my old Reebok Step Aerobics, and started stepping.  It’s a bit harder than I remember. It’s also a lot longer. I got halfway through the 45 minutes and deemed my plan a success. Day two I decided to find something shorter. I found a video just as old, the instructor is a man with a mullet, but it’s only 23.5 minutes long AND I can do the whole thing! So far, I’ve got 2 days under my belt, we’ll see if I can keep it up. If not well, maybe being “squatty” is really not that big a deal!



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Adventures in Babysitting…

In the latter part of the 20th century, I was a babysitter. Back then we weren’t called “nannies” just “babysitters.” While consistently watching 2 extra babies and, occasionally, 4 extra babies, added to the 3 that were mine; I rarely did much “sitting” but, “babyrunner” sounds like something illegal.

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Phoebe, The Odd Dog

“I just need one more dog, Babe. I need my last dog to be one that I’ve chosen for myself, not one that we’ve inherited from our kids.”

For the eleven years before these words were spoken by me, we had two dogs; Haven, a beautiful white boxer that I’d affectionately called my Big Beluga, because she was 75lbs. and it seemed like a fitting moniker; and Stella, a white chihuahua, who quickly became Haven’s best friend. We had inherited both from our daughters, both for the same reason…they were too big. One was too big for the house, the other was too big for her purse. Since we have a big house and I had no intention of putting a dog in my purse, we kept them and I loved them both. Haven is no longer with us. Stella refuses to die, little dogs are like that. Personally, I have always preferred big dogs.

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Adventures With Little Chins and Elusive Sightings…

Life through the eyes of a child is magical. Life through the eyes of two little boys is engrossing, with the emphasis, at times, on ‘gross’. Days filled with repeated backseat shouts of BOOYAH! Hikes highlighted by finds of their very-most-favorite-thing…animal scat. Laughter at anything to do with burping, gas, or things that are done in the bathroom.

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Adventures With Chins and Conestoga Wagons…

“Guess what I found?”

Coming from one of my grandsons, this statement would be frightening. Coming from my 64 year old husband, it was intriguing. My husband is a great planner of vacations and this one was no exception. He was researching a fun place to stay as we journeyed through Utah on our way to Montana. What he’d found was “glamping.”

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Adventures With Chins

Though you may think I am referring to the multiple chins that may or may not reside on the bottom of my face, I am not. What I am referring to is the recent trip we made as the Chins, all of us together, my husband and I, our son and his wife, and their two boys, our grandsons…Chins, one and all! It was a magnificent trip that started with a bang…quite literally for some of us…

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Return of the Fairy Blog Mother…European Style!

This week, Cliff and I are on vacation with our son and his family. We are traveling to Yellowstone…one of my all time favorite places in the whole wide world…there will be adventures, which will become posts, and lots of pictures!

In the meantime, my Fairy-Blog-Mother went to Europe and had an adventure of her own! You can read about it here…it will make you smile!

Europe Part 7 – Fun in France, or, I’d Rather Be Called a Pig in Paris than Anywhere Else in the World

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