No tightly curled and coiffed red hair. No 50s tv actress one-shade-of-red lipstick. No pearls around my neck, or dress and heels for no discernable reason. Just me. But, I swear to goodness, sometimes I think I channel her. At least twice last week. 1) Nice, sunny...

Last week I asked you to take a quick quiz; thanks to all of you who did so. The idea came from a conversation Tad and I had when he told me he had bloggers figured out. “I bet most bloggers’ main love language is ‘words of affirmation’, and...

…but still, I know what I like, and the older I get, the less I’m tied to specific genres. You won’t find me listening to rockabilly, gansta rap or heavy metal, but other than that, I’m pretty open. The 90s are pretty much a blur,...

My week’s off to a good start. Since Monday’s are statistically the highest-rated day for heart attacks, I’ll take it with a smile. The boys had good sports weekends (Stephen scored five goals over the course of a weekend soccer tourney–two...

Some aspects about blogging are pretty cool, while at the same time, pretty Big Brother-ish. If you’ve read me for five minutes, you know I have quite an addiction to affection for coffee. And, if you just clicked that link, you know Dunkin’ Donuts is...

This is slap crazy enough for whichever side of the cat fence you’re on. It also serves as a post for today, while I go (eee-gads!) shopping with my children. The weather has turned a bit brisk and when they say they have nothing to wear…it’s a...

Okay, PLEASE take this quick test :). Click here and comment your results. I’m only interested in the top “quiz”, don’t worry about the bottom one. If you’re a blogger, even if you’ve never commented before, I’d love to...

If you haven’t already, go and read the comments from yesterday’s post. If they don’t tickle your funny bone, yours must be broken. PENSIEVE evidently was morphed into an episode of Comedy Central Does Verse. And, I’m very thankful to let...

I woke up at 2:43 this morning. At 4:10, it occurred to me it was probably because of the 470 calories of death (aka a caramel machiatto, including espresso) I had at 9:00 last night. Not the smartest of decisions, but it was a yummy punctuation to the...