So, I told you it was coming, and sure enough, it did. No, I am not referring to Hurricane Irene. (Which, oddly enough, I did not predict.) I refer to my husband getting kicked out of rehab. Cardio rehab. They like to call it Graduation Day. We like to call it: all insurance will cover. …
AND a super exercise to help you do them! To all my faithful male readers: The blog post is ended. Go in peace. Thanks for stopping by, and I promise to try to never embarrass or throw you out like this again. (Actually, you’re welcome to stay if you like. This COULD happen to someone …
The man has the heart of a Bison, my husband does. He did GREAT!!! (On the stress test I told you he was going to have yesterday.) He’d want you to know all the facts and figures, because he is, as we all know, the hardest working Man in Rehab. About two weeks after heart …
The hardest working man in show business. Image from here. My dear husband, The Big Bison, is one hard working man. Yet, he’s spent three mornings a week, all summer long, NOT working on his job, which is writing and producing music. Instead, he’s been working on an even more important job: driving to …
See the happy couple? They look so happy, don’t they? Happy, happy, happy. You’d think they were happily celebrating their 24th wedding anniversary, wouldn’t you? On their way to a less than happy anniversary dinner. Well, they were. And they weren’t. I started the day by knocking the very full Aeropress Coffee press that was …
My daughter’s 7th grade art object collage: Bill Gates. This SHOULD have been his avatar. I guess he really IS made out of money. Will the REAL Bill Gates please give me a million dollars? I have installed a new commenting system thingy that many of you helped me play with yesterday. I think I’m …
This is a commercial for which my dear husband, The Big Bison, did the music. The true purpose of this post is to generate comments, so that I can see if the new thingy I installed works. Wanna help me out? Leave a comment. Yam right! What’s your favorite Thanksgiving side dish?
There’s a story that goes along with this: Don’t forget to click on these images, because, when they get bigger, they only get better. and this: Head on over to The Fun Girls, and hear their story.
Have you ever wondered how much Klout you have? Those who use Twitter will know exactly what I’m talking about, and if you don’t, I’ll try to sum this up succinctly, AND tell you a story in which you’ll get to laugh at my stupidity, and my vanity, all in one swell foop, as they …
We invited some wonderful friends over for dinner last night. After they arrived, the Big Bison’s hunting buddy asked him if he would show him the fateful spot where my husband was splitting wood the afternoon he had his heart attack. Deacon D. Dawg walked out to the wood pile with them, and, as is …
No time to post today, because (a) I just finished a huge post over at The Fun Girls with a FANTASTIC RECIPE, that will help your skin look better than ever, (remember, it’s skin care week over there) and (b) we’re having company tonight, and I’ve got to poach a wild turkey. (Thinking about what …
There are so many stories that this picture tells. Click for a closer look: maybe you’ll see them. This picture tells the story of an immense love shared by a young married couple: a love so deep that the young couple was willing to risk their very happy married-without-children lifestyle, to see what might happen …
The title of my post is meant to be sung to the tune of “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?” (At this moment, I’d love to embed a TV promo my husband wrote and produced for 615 Music, called, “Where in the World is Matt Lauer?“, but sadly, I’m unable to do that. Still, …
Let’s talk about teens – teens who need to get braces. In fact, I’m going to start with my own son’s need for braces. My son is a fantastic human being: very kind, very funny, very much his own person, very popular amongst his friends, and amazingly self-confident. Only, he doesn’t like his teeth, so …
When I visited Anne recently, we had a grand time going shopping together in the Carytown neighborhood of Richmond, Virginia. I loved the whole feel of the district: kind of historic, kind of hip, kind of funky. Carytown is full of vintage clothing stores, and Anne took me to one of her favorites, a Goodwill …