I just don't understand boredom. Even retired, I don't seem to have enough hours in my day. I am never, and have never been, bored. As far as I am concerned boredom is a choice. As I child, I was the kid who knew how to entertain myself. Though I usually had a single good … Continue reading Don’t Ever Tell Me You’re Bored
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Just When She Thought The Bitchiness Was Waning
It had been rather calm in the bitch's life as of late. Some people may even call it boring, although this bitch is never bored. Personally, she considered herself very content because her house was back to normal after a year of insurance claims and repairs. She didn't mind that this calm state didn't produce … Continue reading Just When She Thought The Bitchiness Was Waning
In Need Of A Car That Talks
The bitchy ditz has once again reared her unfocused head. It is as if her brain has gone on vacation. I have covered this topic before and admitted to a full range of ditzy moments in a blog written last April. If you are interested, you can read about that here. Focus is a big … Continue reading In Need Of A Car That Talks
When The Infamous Mr. C Arrives
There wasn’t a word or a sign in over three years, but finally the infamous Mr. C arrived at your door just over a week ago. He decided it was your turn. Like the mafia Mr. C is stealthy, sneaking up on you and catching you unaware; delivering those two purple lines to let you … Continue reading When The Infamous Mr. C Arrives
That Last Day
We've all heard or read the quote, "Live this day as if it's your last." None of us know exactly where or when we first heard or read it. Nor do we know who originated it. I figure it was created by some self-appointed sage who now creates memes for Facebook with the constant goal … Continue reading That Last Day
Going It On My Own
No I am not leaving my husband. The Doc has put up with me this long, so now he is stuck with me. Plus he sometimes cooks for me, something I have always enjoyed. Instead I have left my yoga instructor, which is a bit like leaving your hair dresser. There is loyalty and guilt … Continue reading Going It On My Own