Mommy’s Day Revisted
Families are those who make you feel warm and safe and loved and who know you best!
From Lemons to Arnold Palmers
Because when Life gives me lemons, I don’t make lemonade, dammit, I make Arnold Palmers!
Furry Fury
This had not been the first disagreement Dr. Davis and I had had in class. This was, however, the first time I hadn’t backed down.
Question, Answer, Score
“Could it be that Jesus Christ was schizophrenic?” Dr. Lear queried at the beginning of tonight’s class.
Vacation, My Ass
I’m currently sitting in Room 313 at the Holiday Inn Express in McComb, Mississippi. My son is sleeping, my husband is out working on his latest claim, and I’ve been mulling over what “vacation” truly means.
“You Are Cordially Invited…”
I had to laugh when I opened my email this morning. I received an invitation to an upcoming event hosted by the company I worked for this past spring. Mine was a short employment. Also, we didn’t part amicably. Their invitation was the last thing I expected.
Wayward Sparkles – aka Infidels ‘R Us
I will continue to blog. Hopefully. But if all of a sudden I just seem to have fallen off of the radar, so to speak, it may be that I’m taking an unexpected vacation in Guantanamo − courtesy of our federal government.
Camp Roughing It
Long story short, the a/c guy told us last Tuesday that it would take five to seven business days for him to get the necessary parts and authorization from the insurance company in order to come back out and fix it. Five to seven business days? We’d be without our upstairs air for a full week? Couldn’t he just come back − tomorrow?