A Short Post — Life on the Lighter Side

Hello My Friends ~ Cliff and I are getting our “nerd” on in Washington, D.C. this weekend, so I’m sharing a post written by one of the funniest ladies I know. Nobody can use a play on words like she can. After reading this post, I’m sure you’ll agree! See you next week!

When this is published there will be 38 days until the first day of Autumn. Contrary to excessive advertising bombarding us with all things fall, and considering there are 3 months or approximately 90 days in each of the 4 seasons, I do not think that summer is almost over. Need calendar proof? If you’d […]

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A Legacy of Lizards

At this moment we have a house guest. His name is Louie and he is currently residing underneath our refrigerator. In case you’re wondering, Louie is a lizard. We would not normally invite house guests to stay under the refrigerator, it’s very dark and dusty; but Louie doesn’t seem to mind the dust. In fact, he has probably found enough food under there to last him a lizard lifetime. He came in through the back slider. Lizards do that down here.

Having lived in Florida for 21 years now, we are fairly used to the comings and goings of lizards in our home. Sometimes they come in on their own like Louie and sometimes they are brought in against their will. Our dog Phoebe has a fondness for lizards. She either hunts them and trees them, baying at them like the Treeing Walker Coonhound  that she is; or, if she catches them she eats them, I don’t know why, and then comes inside to throw them up. Of course, they don’t look the same in their regurgitated state. She has also tried to capture some of those that have entered at their own risk. Once she grabbed one by the tail. The tail came off and wiggled around on the floor. While Phoebe was mesmerized by the bloody wiggling tail, the rest of the lizard ran into our living room and hid. We allowed him to live there for the rest of his little lizard days. I figured it was the least we could do. Eventually, I found his almost tailless corpse (their tails do grow back) and buried him in a paper towel in our outside garbage can. Thus, fulfilling my debt to the poor little guy.


Looking back on my life, I can see how God, in all of His wisdom, was preparing me for life in Florida, though we had no idea that we’d be living here. We have three children and all three of them owned lizards while we were still living in New Jersey. They lived in an aquarium in our dining room and had cute names like Fred and Ethel, Bo, Jewel, and Pinkerton. The highlight of lizard ownership was when we fed them mealy worms and crickets. I have to admit, I liked watching them chase and devour the little bugs. It was kind of cool and, even better, it alleviated the need to keep live mealy worms in my fridge.

I remember the first time one of the lizards escaped one of my children’s hands. Normally, I would put a cup over the thing and save it for my husband to collect, but our German-Beagle, Ralph, was in the house and on the hunt. It was up to me and may I say, I almost did really well. I did catch it and was feeling a little bit proud of myself for a second.  Notice those last two words…a second, because that was all the time needed for the thing to break away from its tail and leave the squirmy thing in my hand. I did not know that their tails come off when they are grabbed providing the lizard a means of escape. I did not know that and I may have screamed a little and thrown the thing when I saw its squirming tail between my fingers. The lizard was safely captured, I think by my son, and returned to the aquarium. Lesson learned.  I never tried to catch one by the tail and was no longer surprised by that death-defying feat ever again.


When our son Eric was a little boy, his life-long dream was to own a gecko. Essentially, a gecko is the Arnold Schwarzenegger of small lizards. They are bigger and meatier and they too can drop their tails. I’m thinking it’s a lot messier than when their smaller, skinnier cousins do it.  With that in mind, and the fact that they are very expensive, our poor son was deprived of the gecko he always wanted.


Fortunately, Eric has two sons and the younger of the two also loves geckos. When someone in their school co-op could no longer keep theirs, they gave it to Sawyer. And so, I give you Sawyer, the cute little boy, and his bigger, meatier, lizard buddy, Sol. Sol lives in an aquarium in Sawyer’s house. The lizard legacy continues. I’m thinking, at least in our family, that as long as there are little boys, there will be lizard pets. I’ll have to warn them about the tail thing. But, overall, and in the grand scheme of things, it’s really not that big a deal!




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Boyfriend Jeans?

Admittedly, I am not the most fashion conscious woman. I buy most of my clothing at Costco, on Amazon, or at our local Consignment Shop and most of what I buy are jeans. I love jeans…almost all jeans, except the really skinny jeans which aren’t exactly conducive to us low to the ground and sturdy types. My 14 year old granddaughter does her best to make me look presentable, but considering what she has to work with, well, let’s just say, it’s difficult at best. I do try to pair my jeans with nice tops and sweaters, but still, dressing Nana can be a challenge.

Recently, I’ve been thinking about “boyfriend jeans”.  “Boyfriend jeans” are intriguing to me and so in a moment of curiosity I turned to everyone’s favorite place for information, Google. And there I asked…

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It’s Really Not My Fault

Just this past week while at my parent’s house, there was a knock on their front door. It was a college student selling books. She was a very sweet young lady from Estonia. Though I wasn’t interested in what she was selling, educational books for young children; she seemed very interested in where I was from. She pulled out a map showing me where Estonia was and pointing to Great Britain asked, “Is your family from here?”

Thinking back over the years, this has happened more than once. I think it’s the red hair. It’s assumed that we all must be from that Great Island in the sea.

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It Was For Science…Really!

Almost half my life ago, when our three children were still small and I was with them 24/7, home-schooling, and babysitting two other small children while living in a two-story, kind-of-two-family house with my sister-in-law, her husband, and their six children one or two of  which were usually in our portion of the house with all of us and the dog; way back then, I was easily bored. I had more energy then. Anyway, in the midst of my boredom, my best friend, Cheryl, decided it would be a good idea for us to be “Product Testers”.

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“If You Can’t Make it Better…

Last week began as most weeks this summer, with visits to the “Ologists” for one or both of my parents. Normally, appointments are not that much of an issue, but this summer has been more than a little bit eventful and this week has been the topper. It went like this…

Monday and Tuesday there were appointments for Mom. Wednesday was an appointment for Dad. Wednesday Dad went to ICU. Thursday Mom went to ICU. Same hospital. One room apart. They’ve been married for 60 years. They like to do things together; though, as a friend of mine said, this was a bit over the top.

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“Don’t Widen the Plate”

I hate to hit you all with the “When I was a kid” line, but I’m going to…

When I was a kid, you didn’t get awards at school unless you earned them. We learned that hard work and diligence paid off.

When I was a kid, if your team lost at an athletic event, you didn’t get a trophy. It was hard sometimes to not win, but it taught us that that’s the way life is sometimes and we learned to deal with disappointment.

In the past two years we’ve sat through our grandson’s graduation from one grade to the next. The ceremonies were very nice, but I noticed that every single child got an award. It was nice, but it made me wonder…What are we teaching our children?

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