Monthly Archives: June 2012

Mean Old Girls

I have a lovely lady friend who is 92 years old.  Actually, she is not my friend (tho’ I adore her, as though she was), she is my maternal unit’s friend.  But, I have to be honest… I don’t know why.  In fact, there are times I wonder why they even speak to one another.  It isn’t that the 92 year old isn’t sweet as “pah-ee” (which is exactly how the word for her favorite dessert rolls off her southern tongue), ‘cause […]

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Samuel L. Jackson in an apron

When it comes to food, there are a few different personalities, such as: those who are bonafide Foodies hoping to eat only meals worthy of savoring, not just digesting; those who are gastronomically adventurous and like to eat as though they are filming a reality television show, climbing ever higher on the food chain; and those who eat, simply to survive.  I fall somewhere in between, depending on my mood and the day.  I love relishing the best of the […]

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“You can’t help that, we’re all mad here.” – Cheshire Cat

originally posted on March 13, 2010   A couple of weekends ago I took my cat to the emergency animal center after she became extremely ill on a Sunday.  History has shown that my entire family is wired to never take ill during banker’s hours (M-F 9-5 with a narrow window on Sat.) and apparently, the cat is no different.   The late night technician examined my cat and asked whether or not I brushed the cat’s teeth.  Hello, animal […]

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Well, here’s to you Mrs. Robinson…

*originally posted on June 15, 2011 Not too long ago, I received an email from a man I’d met that read: “Here’s the profile of a friend of mine, I thought you’d like him.  He’s me, but older.” Ouch. My response, read something like: “Thanks, baby boy.  But I can find men by my own pitiful old self, without your big, strong, young brain jumping in to help me discern the difference between what I can and cannot handle in […]

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Mean Old Girls

I have a lovely lady friend who is 92 years old.  Actually, she is not my friend (tho’ I adore her, as though she was), she is my maternal unit’s friend.  But, I have to be honest… I don’t know why.  In fact, there are times I wonder why they even speak to one another.  It isn’t that the 92 year old isn’t sweet as “pah-ee” (which is exactly how the word for her favorite dessert rolls off her southern […]

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In Case of Emergency

Today I dropped my teenaged daughter off at the international airport to wing her way to another continent with a different language and currency system.  Trying my darnedest not to cry on the hour drive, it was all I could do to make small talk and not fill her head with a 1,001 safety tips.  Biting my lip, I made sure that the bulk of my crying was going to be after I dropped her off.  In the spirit of […]

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