If you have seen ‘Julie & Julia,’ then you will know what I am talking about. If you have not seen it, then think of Meg Ryan, in the restaurant, in ‘When Harry Met Sally – Official Site – Now on DVD.’ Same thing!!
And, it is the same thing as taking that first bite of [...]
Archive for September, 2009
Families: Morgue vs Mayhem
Posted in Holidays for Sanity, My Weird Family, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged television, Grandma, piano, Holidays, XUP, growing up, household, aunts, sloppy kisses, Dairy Queen, loner on September 22, 2009 | 2 Comments »
XUP’s post *XUP* brought up another side of the large family debate. To recap, there was dad, mom, brother(10 years older) and me in our house. Quiet does not even begin to describe our house. If television had never been invented, we could have lived in a morgue.
I loved going to my sister’s house (she [...]
Must Have Family
Posted in Home Again in Indiana, My Weird Family, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged quiet, XUP, parents, noise, Must Have Dogs, families, vacations, boyfriends, debates on September 21, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I was watching “Must Have Dog” and thinking about how neat the protagonists’ large family was. Ah, blog idea, I thought and began this post, then let it sit and stew for a few days and sure enough, *XUP*, blogs about having a large family. Great minds or what?
There is a huge difference in people who grow [...]
Incredibly Biased Film Review – Julie – Julia
Posted in Blogging, Extremely Biased Film Reviews, It's Entertainment, Movies, tagged Meryl Streep, Blogger, cooking, Julia Child, Julie & Julia, eating, Paul Child, Stanley Tucci, Amy Adams, Julie Powell, recipes, Reelz on September 14, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I do not remember watching Julia Child. I think I presumed I would not like her, and that she was rather ’stuck-up.’ Never presume!
The Julia Child, played by Meryl Streep, that I saw on the screen is the most delightful woman who finds joy in everything. For this Julia, eating fish is an orgasmic experience. [...]
Etiquette for ladies – assuming there are theater tickets involved
Posted in Home Again in Indiana, My Weird Family, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged lady, etiquette, visit, theatre tickets on September 9, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Mom was raised to be a lady. You know, ladies don’t sweat, they don’t show their feet (Do not even ask!), they dress up for the doctor (Once, mom crawled up the basement stairs, washed and put on lipstick before calling the ambulance for a broken foot.) and they never arrive, for a visit, empty [...]
Irritating Little Chihuahua
Posted in Humor in Life, animals, tagged chihuahua, ferocious, recliner, sleep on September 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Irritating Little Chihuahua is still giving the recliner a wide birth but she is ferocious in her sleep!
OR NOT!
My Labor Day
Posted in Garden, Home Again in Indiana, Nature, animals, tagged fawn, fog, sleep on September 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I slept late and we are having a quiet day. This is what I woke up to at 9 a.m.
This was not night time. This was out my front door at 9 am and we don’t have fires to blame.
With the cool nights all summer in Indiana, the marigolds are about the only thing left, [...]
Changes with Disability
Posted in Home Again in Indiana, My Weird Family, Nowhere Like Home, tagged COPD, shampoo, WalMart, mowing, scents, medicine, Cpac, oxygen, spitting, obsession on September 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
When you have been married for twenty years to someone who has COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease), I rather think it is NOT like a normal marriage.
After all, nothing is normal. My home is totally scent free. I spend hours poking bottles of shampoo and conditioner under his nose to see if he wheezes. One [...]
When your childhood becomes someone elses
Posted in Home Again in Indiana, My Weird Family, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged Grandma, baby, childhood, sunburn, sand, weeping willow, lightening on September 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Letter to my daughter:
I want you to know that your childhood has now become my childhood. It is not my fault. I did not steal your childhood, even though it was far more exciting than mine was.
When grandma tells you the story of her taking me to the beach, as a baby, and not realizing [...]





