Out of the Mouth of Buglets
What is a buglet, you ask? Â Well, when the Saminator was a newborn, one of my first nicknames for him was “Bugaboo Jones.” Â Don’t ask me why because I don’t know why. Â So, t...
Nothing — and I mean NOTHING –to Show
It is one of those unproductive days which drive me bonkers. Â It’s 3:15 in the afternoon, and the day has been a big ole bust up to this point. Â First of all, I woke up at 4 AM and then couldn...
Consistency
It’s hard to be consistent all the time, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Â I know that it sounds like a classic oxymoron. Â You’re right, it is. Â Alas, it is so true, at least for me. ...
Winter Doldrums?
Life is back in it s regular routine, which I must admit is so very refreshing, but I can feel the winter doldrums sneaking up on me. Â Shhh… If you are quiet, you can feel the vibrations too! Â...
TGIF
Why is it that even though I am not in the official “workforce” and haven’t been for several years now, I still look forward to Friday and the ensuing weekend with the same level of ...
The 70s in January?
What’s up with that? Â I’m not complaining because I just love warm, sunny weather, but it sure is strange stuff. Â We’ve been drinking it all in, going to the park the last three d...
"What This Is Called?"
The Saminator is picking up words and phrases right and left these days, often after only hearing then once, which is really amazing yet freaky! Â Is this Jack-in-the-Beanstalk toddler the same baby w...
Forgiving Is Hard to Do
Forgiveness is such a wonderful sounding word. Â However, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done — and refused to do, on too many occasions. Â At a wedding a few years ago, th...