Monthly Archives: March 2012

Day 56 It’s Saturday, March 31, 2012 … the last day of March and it’s currently 70 degrees outside. This is wild! When I was little I paid special attention to the old adage about March … in like a lion, … Continue reading →

Day 55 This morning I wrenched from my dog’s mouth a beanie baby. A little red bull that she was happily carrying around the house. It wasn’t until after I used the Jaws of Life to get the thing separated from … Continue reading →

Day 54 I have a thing for pantries. I do. I think it must stem from my childhood and staying with my mom’s parents for overnights and such. They had a walk-in pantry and it was fabulous. Now, to anyone … Continue reading →

Day 53 There is a forest fire burning in the mountains. And I use the term forest rather loosely as it is and has affected thousands of families in residence in that area (as there are homes and it’s just … Continue reading →

Day 52 Just when I was considering slicing a rotting cucumber to place on my puffy, swollen cried-out eyeballs … (stress from all that revolves around moving) and thinking about donning a party hat for my little pitty party I was … Continue reading →

Day 51 I am dog sitting. Sitting, sometimes literally, with dogs. Actually sitting with dogs on me. Meaning, really literally, ON me … as in lap dog. The only problem is that the lap dog that is on me is … Continue reading →

Day 50 When I turned 50 (many moons ago) my lovely friends drew a 3-sectioned poster of me in a convertible and put it in my yard. The girl on the poster was cuter (and younger) than I’ve ever been. … Continue reading →

Day 49 Today I did something I’ve never done before – ever. Chalk it up to doing too many things at one time or being rushed or not paying close enough attention. No, I didn’t rear end anyone or slam … Continue reading →

Day 48 Someday I’ll actually go through and use what I’ve been packing into these cartons. I’m moving … not across town but across the country … so, it will be expensive. However, there I was, last night, holding the (pretty) green … Continue reading →

Day 47 I wear glasses. Have done so since I was about 7.  As I’ve been told (because I do not remember) we were somewhere and my dad asked me to read a sign and I couldn’t see it. Not something a … Continue reading →