Monthly Archives: January 2018

Before I delve into the disgust, I want you to know it’s taken 40 years to stop picking my nails. Occasionally I could grow them, but they were so thin and weak, they’d instantly split. Thanks to Gel polish, I … Continue reading →

The other day someone asked me who Ronald McDonald was. Dumbfounded, I said, “you know, from Burger King.”

If it weren’t for my kid receiving my “CNN Alerts” via hubby- or for my Mahjongg mates- I would never know what’s happening in the world. Actually… I should add FB- sometimes while scrolling for random ads to see who’s … Continue reading →

I rarely watch TV. It’s important to say this because the ONE time I was in the kitchen and  cleaning up from the previous night’s massacre, I put on ABC. Keep in mind, its weekday television and I was hoping … Continue reading →

It seems that any time my worrier is with me, something will happen to exacerbate the fears. For example, when I took my child to come with me to get my nails done, she sat at the table next to me. … Continue reading →

I used to get my news from The View- but those days are long over. There are times however, as of late, that I will read the articles that appear on the right hand screen of my FB page. Sometimes … Continue reading →

The other morning I made myself two pieces of toast for me whilst making the children their breakfast. When I went to take a bite, I noticed someone already had. Two things happened at that moment: I realized that by the shape … Continue reading →

Hubby is a frequent traveler- so when I called him to ask what my daughter and I should do regarding the 400 person line that was forming prior to our train being called, he said, “it’s early; have a seat … Continue reading →

I carry what I feel are essentials in my purse- for one never knows what I could be asked for in an emergency. A few days back, my eldest and I were en route via Amtrak to the city. We … Continue reading →

I asked hubby to pick up Brussel sprouts for dinner while he was at the market. When he unpacked the bags, I saw the 3 ft. stalk that I was supposed to dissect. Twenty five minutes later, I had removed … Continue reading →