As you all know, last year I threatened to move to Canada if Palin was elected. Well, maybe you did not know that, but the cat is out of the bag now. I even went so far as to find out that it is apparently quite easy to move to Canada.
If it was just not so darn cold [...]
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My life, South of the Border!
Posted in Home Again in Indiana, My Weird Family, Politics, What Was She Thinking, tagged bank, borders, Canada, civilization, economy, Gaffer, healthcare, moving, Rubbermaids, Sallie Mae, south of the border on November 8, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Teach a child to think and he learns for a lifetime!
Posted in Home Again in Indiana, My Weird Family, Politics, tagged education, history, learning, teachers, youngest boy on November 5, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Our youngest grandson/son/ward is still struggling in school. Having only been educated to a 2nd and 3rd grade level by the time he was 13, when he came to live with us, has been near impossible to make up. Even the two years of nearly private teachers in Jr. High, could not make up his being approximately [...]
I am sooooo excited!
Posted in Blogging, Humor in Life, My Weird Family, Twitter, tagged Anthony Bourdain, Braindebris, Cake Wrecks, crazy aunt purl, Master's Daughter, poop, rabbits, XUP on November 2, 2009 | 2 Comments »
My Master’s Daughter, yes XUP this is MY daughter, not some Master of Tai Kwan Do’s daughter, or Master Chef’s daughter. She is “MY” oldest daughter and she graduated with a straight A average for her Masters degree in education, so she is “my master’s daughter” and she is back to contributing to the blogosphere.
She [...]
We have been “smited” again.
Posted in Anybody Out There?, Home Again in Indiana, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged cars, Chrysler Voyager, crazy aunt purl on October 15, 2009 | 4 Comments »
One of my all time favorite blogs is Crazy Aunt Purl. Her new book is in the hands of her editor and all is well in her world; other than her roof has a waterfall coming through it. I cannot wait to read her new book and, I promise, I will buy my own copy this time and [...]
The side affect of eating better!
Posted in Anybody Out There?, Food-joy vs evil, Humor in Life, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged addictions, caffeine, cake, fat, frosting, sugar on October 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am convinced that everything is addicting: sugar, fat, caffeine, frosting. It is all addictive.
And, there is no substitute for frosting!
Occasionally, I dream about eating cake, with frosting of course.
Families: Morgue vs Mayhem
Posted in Holidays for Sanity, My Weird Family, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged aunts, Dairy Queen, Grandma, growing up, Holidays, household, loner, piano, sloppy kisses, television, XUP 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 boyfriends, debates, families, Must Have Dogs, noise, parents, quiet, vacations, XUP 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 [...]
Etiquette for ladies – assuming there are theater tickets involved
Posted in Home Again in Indiana, My Weird Family, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged etiquette, lady, theatre tickets, visit 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 [...]





