You know, TBT (Throw-Back Thursday) is all the thing on social media. But every time I sit down to write for a Monday I often do a shoulder-raising inhale followed by a slump, so how about Big Sigh Monday as a new trend? I sit at my computer this Sunday evening. We just finished burgers…
Something you may not know about me –I despise summer heat. We only have a little AC unit in our window upstairs, so before bed I put box fans in the windows to pull in the evening cool air, and I close up the east side curtains. In the morning I frantically pull the fans…
It was a lovely Saturday morning, and my husband agreed emphatically that my mom and I should visit the farmer’s market where our friend’s BBQ trailer was set up. When Texans have had pork in the smoker all night, you get out your wallet. So after I executed a magnificent parallel parking job in the…
Every so often I get enough of a leisurely day to pull out the Fleischmann’s. I’m undisciplined in the kitchen (although I’m hoping to grow out of that), but I do love to make a good yeast bread. Cinnamon rolls, homemade tortillas, or cinnamon rolls. Bread is like a garden except 69 hours less work….
I knew I was in trouble yesterday about 10 minutes into class. Students are weather, and I could see they were a low pressure system. Low: An area where the atmospheric pressure is lower than that of surrounding locations. They looked like I felt, except I get a paycheck for being enthusiastic about working on…
It makes my husband crazy that I recycle. (Possibly related to the number of times he has tripped over empty milk jugs in the garage?) I think if it were not for me he would throw old mail and plastic containers in the garbage. You heard me right. So I do not have the nerve…
This from a student today: Finals might kill us. No. No one has ever died from taking a final, I said. But they might leave eternal emotional scars. Well, there is that. Having to prove you’ve learned something at the end of the year when you’re tired and the sun is shining –that is some…
For five years straight there was no women’s church program that was not titled “Bloom Where You’re Planted”. It was the 80’s. The canvas tote bag they handed out as a freebie had the picture of a plant on it. Gag me with a maggot. (Here I digress to take a poll. My husband says…
I’m going to have to admit to watching Undercover Boss, Australia in order to tell you this story. What is it about that accent? I was delighted at the words “bloke” and “keen”. So there was this Domino’s employee spilling his story to the undercover boss, and we hear that his 17-year-old relative committed suicide…
It’s twelve hours –around the lake and Flathead cherry orchards. Through Missoula where we lived in poverty for five months during early marriage –hate that town. An overnight in Bozeman and nabbing my girl from Montana State for a hotel slumber party. Turn at the oil refinery in Laurel. Grumble at the Welcome to Wonderful…
I snagged a glorious 20 minutes on the phone with a dear friend yesterday, while she chewed on a Costco dog and I inhaled a Subway flatbread pizza. The cuisine of busy working moms. We talked about our broken mommas –hers with more busted ribs than a person can count on one hand, thanks to…
I hadn’t showered or brushed my teeth, and the kitchen was an explosion of Caleb’s culinary arts project from the night before, so I sat down and watched a two-hour documentary this morning with my husband. (Do you see the reasoning that went on there?) The cameras followed over a dozen men and one woman,…
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