Before returning to work I had to shed some serious poundage. Remember I’d eaten cake and ice cream every night…
Codswallop
Slang for load of rubbish. My life as an erstwhile homeschooler and the subsequent written musings thereof may verge on codswallop at times. Mostly my day to day musings on life as a boomer exploring happenstances as they come my way are treasures worth recording.
Hovering….
Nobody told me that children are a health hazard once they are sprung from the safety of the womb. Our…
Who Forgets Natural…?
So here I am with children. No experience, just beating the clock before it beats me. I, or rather my…
Barbie Is The New Cute…
As I was preparing to key in my code and program the speed I may want to achieve the next time I…
Exchange Of Information…
My guide this particular afternoon was a personal trainer. Instinctively I knew we had something in common, my body! I…
Let’s Go To The Y.M.C.A.
As I would never fall into any of the above-mentioned categories, well, perhaps the gross ones at some point in…
Slides are Clips are Slippers…
Now that I am a mother and a homeschooling one at that, I have to keep up appearances. I know…
Dig a Hole…
Molly’s tumor grew. After a year she could hardly open her mouth. Yawning looked painful and her meow had been…
Gaping Holes and Massive Dents
Then he died. Moby passed while he was still at the top of his game. He didn’t get old…
Moby, the Great White…
Molly’s disappearance into my son’s bedroom was to become the biggest hissy fit in McNeny history. It coincided with the…