The Ethnicity of Your Roaches

Awhile ago, I wrote a post about the infestation of my coffee pot and its sad demise. That was way back in August of 2017, over a year ago. Today, I am sad to announce that we have not fully extricated the German roaches. Apparently, they really are a strong, stubborn group. In fact, a ‘group’ of them is referred to as an ‘intrusion’. Could there be a more fitting description?

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Size Matters

Since my blog last week I’ve been thinking about clothing and sizes and I have been pondering a few things. I’d like to take a moment to talk about size…

I was a little girl. I know that’s true for about half of the population, but I mean it in the truest sense of the word. I was “little”. Think age 11, size 6 little girls clothing, in 6th grade, little. In my 7th grade sewing class, I was the only girl not using a Junior size pattern. My pattern was a Girl’s size 7. I was just grateful it wasn’t a size 6! I’ve changed a bit since then. I think sizes have, too.

And so I begin by asking a crucial question…

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What’s In Your Closet?

I am not a “fashionista”.

Give me comfy shoes, a pair of jeans, and a tee shirt and I’m a happy woman. If I’m home I prefer a pair of loose-fitting yoga capris and a tee shirt or my jammies. I do enjoy variety. There are reasons for my limited and minimally varied tastes, not the least of these being that the fashion world has, for the most part, shunned the shorter variety of women. But then, you have to have some empathy for a world that is as limited as a carousel ride and keeps reinventing certain fashions that were better left dead. A few come to mind, though the first one was kind of fun and not that bad…

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Oh, The Humanity…

What I’m about to say is not politically correct but then, most times, neither am I. Being ‘politically correct’ is not my moral compass. I also understand that this might cause some controversy. Again, I am not usually one to be controversial…

But…

We spanked our kids. There I said it. Actually, it was mostly me because my husband worked and we both felt, especially when they were little, that the punishment should be immediate so they knew what they were being punished for. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes it was frustrating, other times it was hysterical.

Most times discipline was administered with a ‘spanking spoon’. Not one I used for cooking, I didn’t want them to cringe every time I stirred my spaghetti sauce; but a wooden one that was in a place that I had to walk to. Discipline was never given when we were angry, so walking to the spoon was a chance to cool down. If I couldn’t cool down I sent the offending child to their room until I could.

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Where is Your Eternity?

Eternity. All of us will experience it in some form, and most of us are totally oblivious to its existence. We live our lives like this is all there is. But, is it?

I believe that within all of us there is an innate need to believe in something. There is a hole, an emptiness that we are all trying to fill. Randy Alcorn, on the back cover of his book, “In Light of Eternity,” states, “The deepest longing of your heart is for one person and one place. Jesus is that person. Heaven is that place.”

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Where Do You Think You’re Going?

When I was a teenager, this is a question my parents, particularly my Mom, used to ask me. When asked it sounded something like this, “Where do you think you’re going”? The inference was that either a.) I was not supposed to be going anywhere, b.) I was not wearing enough clothing deemed essential to leaving the house, or c.) I was trying to leave without finishing my chores. And, when that tone was used, I usually got the not so subliminal message that I wasn’t going anywhere.

But, there can be other meanings to this phrase and so I’d like to ask, when this life is over, my friends, “Where do you think you’re going?”

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Shadow, A Dog Story

I have a confession to make, though it seems impossible to believe I did not always love dogs. In fact, there was a time in my life that big dogs scared me…really, really badly! Just ask my best friend, Cheryl. Way back in the day, I can’t tell you which day because Cheryl is not fond of certain ‘numbers’. But, way back when little girls were sent out to risk their lives…I mean sell Girl Scout cookies…door-to-door; I was sure that the dogs would lay in wait to pop up at the window and bark at me. As I got older and taller (it helped that they were no longer eye level) I came to love big dogs and realized that, for the most part, they seemed to love me, too. All but one…

Once there was a dog named Shadow. She belonged to close family friends of ours. Ones that we visited…often. Shadow was a black dog, hence the name. She had a bobbed tail though it was unclear exactly why it was bobbed. She was a mutt, fairly good-sized but not huge. She was very protective of her family, and her food and she did not like people walking near her food dish. I forgot this a lot and was  barked at as a reminder. I did my best to make Shadow like me, but she would have none of it. The nicer I tried to talk to her, the more she barked at me. It soon became obvious that she hated me and I gave up trying to change that fact.

A little background…

We always drove on our visits to Ohio. It’s not really that far, just a very boring ride through Pennsylvania on Route 80, which I’m sure is still under construction. We drove in our little Nissan Sentra. A small, light blue, station-wagonish vehicle that scared the crumbs out of me one day when it asked me to, “Please turn off the lights”. I always loved how wide the windows were on that car, lots of viewing area, hardly any blind spots; nice, w-i-d-e windows.

On one of our visits to Ohio, after I’d stopped trying to make Shadow like me, I was unloading our things from the car. Shadow was on a chain in the front yard barking and pulling at her chain every time I walked out of the house. I finally told her, not very nicely I might add, to be quiet. I think the words I used were more along the lines of, “Shut UP!” She ignored me and kept barking and pulling. It was hard to tell if she was just trying to protect her home or if she really wanted to do me bodily harm. The answer was soon apparent.

I had just exited the house and was on my way towards the car. Shadow was barking, I was rolling my eyes at her, confident in my safe distance when we both heard it. The clinking sound of a chain that’s been broken. I stared at Shadow, Shadow stared at me and then we both ran. Shadow for me, me for the car. There was no time for the door, Shadow was not that old and plenty fast, so I dove. I dove like a great Olympian entering the water. I dove right through that w-i-d-e front passenger window, thanking God that it was down. I banged my shins trying to get my legs inside, but I made it. Shadow almost did too. I was on the drivers side, beeping the horn; Shadow was jumping up and down on the passenger side looking like she was out for blood. Cujo had nothing on this dog.

I was soon rescued and Shadow was brought inside. Once inside, she seemed more at ease, content to just bark whenever she saw me. I avoided her as best I could just in case. For all the years we visited, it was always the same between Shadow and me. Maybe she knew that she was the one dog I could never bring myself to like. Maybe she knew “what evil lurked in my heart and mind?” I’ve heard that “Shadow knows!” Then again, it’s really not that big a deal!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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