I have learned a lot about myself during the quarantine. I don’t need much to be happy. Strip me of my $7 coffee or tea, take the take-outs away, and I am still comfortable and content. The simpler life suits me just fine. Being at home with my husband, cooking every day, cleaning up together -declaring dishwashing part of his Physical Therapy, because he is still not allowed to lift anything that’s no heavier than a coffee cup. Continue reading
Some signs bring the worst out in readers or perhaps the best?
Today I decided to start Smart Ass Tuesday, just because I can. There is so much hilarious wisdom out there, waiting to be found or be reborn on one of our innocent, white blog pages. It might as well be mine! Continue reading
Nothing is more fun than celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in an Irish Pub. Just remember there are rules: Continue reading
What is the most fun thing you did in school?
Midnight parties! I went to a private school, a Catholic boarding school in Europe and midnight parties were an old tradition. Continue reading
Today’s one-word prompt is OBJECT. Gosh I
don’t like the new one-word prompts, they make me feel like a dog. They throw me a bone, instead of giving me a complete meal and I have to make the best out of it. Filling but not satisfying. Continue reading
Now that’s a Daily prompt that I haven’t seen before and I can’t resist to answer.
Less is more, that would be my advice, it I would have to nail it down to one advice only. Continue reading
Oh, this post made me laugh and it brought back memories. Years ago, at a BBQ in our house with lots of food, Beer and Margaritas, we had the brilliant idea to try parachuting. It didn’t sound right the next morning, but it was too late to back out. I can’t tell you anything about the jump, because I think I had my eyes shut all the time.
MJ at Mary J Melange recently posted the following photo with the question “is this true or not”? She challenged her readers to respond with their stories one way or the other.
I’m not sure about the *great* story part, but many of my life adventures were conceived over a martini and /or bottle of wine. These ideas were fleshed out and committed to before the sober light of day could cast doubt on their wisdom.
There’s the bottle of wine shared with friends over dinner one night that resulted in the decision that I too could be a triathlete – an Ironman to be exact. It was a decision that literally changed the life of this former non-cyclist and non-runner.
Then there was the evening with friends and several bottles of wine when the plan was hatched to climb Kilimanjaro. I subsequently tried to back out of this one when…
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Trying to be perfect is very tiring, it wears you out. I know, because I tried it for years. The girls in my generation were raised to be perfect. Perfect wives with a perfect home, perfect kids, perfect husband and these were only our part time goals, because most of us had a full time job as well. Continue reading