Yesterday, as I was trying to email myself this silly photo for this blog post, Gmail kindly told me I was out of luck because I had used my entire15 gigs of storage. It probably had something to do with those 38,000 emails in my account, dating all the way back to 2008. So, I started culling. I found a lot of emails about PTA stuff, many I’d…
I went to three different grocery stores this weekend to make sure I wasn’t in an apocalyptic dream, but in every store, shelves were bare, like I was in some impoverished, third world country. It was so very bizarre to see the freezer case empty at our local Trader Joes. Pavilions was even worse, their produce section was a ghost town where vegetables and fruit used to live.…
I think I might be becoming an actual Californian. It's only taken me 40 years.…
I took my first Zumba class this week at the YMCA where I’m trying to up my activity level with something fun because I’m determined to go from Pre-diabetic back to regular. I thought Zumba sounded like fun and I distinctly remember actually having some dance moves as a kid. But seeing me in Zumba class is like watching an episode of I Love Lucy where Lucy tries…
One of my son’s best friends growing up, was a girl named Sarah King. They were peas in a pod, both bright with a lot to say. Sarah is the child of two former actors, so it makes sense that she has the performance bug too. Lucky for those of us who still live in LA, she was performing a comedy skit at the Ice House in Pasadena.…
I cannot prove that my cookie baking has made my children, or nieces and nephews love me more, but it certainly hasn’t make them love me less. So, once again, as a public service to you moms out there who never seem to be able to do enough for your kids, I am giving you my favorite sugar cookie recipe. Gramma Ev’s Old Fashioned Sugar Cookies. Although they’re…
The silver lining is this: Anything that forces you to get healthier is a good thing, even if you have to be dragged into it by your hair.…
I started listening to a podcast last week called Dolly Parton’s America. My daughter was obsessed with it and knew I would love it. What she didn’t know was that I used to do a pretty mean imitation of Dolly before post nasal drip wreaked havoc on my vocal cords. I always liked Dolly, she was pretty, funny, and self deprecating. She was feminine, but not fragile –…
I am one of those annoying individuals who thinks a tree in my house at Christmas, just HAS to be a real pine tree. Trees have their way of seeking revenge against people like me though. I do it because I love the smell. As a child, I sat under the tree and played with the wise men, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, camels, angels, and sheep, while inhaling that…
It’s New Year’s Eve. I am snug on my couch in my flannel pajamas with my fuzzy, cream bathrobe on, keeping an eye on Topper, cozy in the corner. I am having a cocktail of Maker’s Mark whiskey and Canada Dry Ginger Ale with TWO cherries and am incredibly content. I’ve never been one to traipse around in high heels at New Year’s Eve parties. I always hated…