– In case you were unable to gather it from yesterday’s post, Guinness is a big deal in Ireland. Okay, calm down. Yes, I realize there is far more to Ireland than Guinness (trust me, I GET IT). I’m not trying to upset anyone. I don’t mean to overgeneralize or to come off as a…
– I’ve just returned from California. I spent several days spent in the company of my family, which is always a fascinating experience. Nothing makes me question reality more. I’ve tried explaining to my friends that my relations see things differently than the rest of the world, but my point is often lost. “All families…
– Usually, my WTF Wednesdays are not serious. They have to do with the many odd things I’ve encountered while traveling: inscrutable showers, another passenger’s toes in my personal space, more inscrutable showers … you know, the usual things that make my forehead wrinkle in confusion, then laugh. This was not the case with the…
Sometimes my mother will say or do something so strange or utterly clueless, that all I can do is pull her onto my lap (for my mother is very wee and weighs nothing, and the genes that cause that are apparently recessive, damn it), gently take her face into my hands and whisper, “You would…
I am well aware that I owe you guys tons of posts. I need to tell you all about Ireland, and Northern Ireland (yes, the two are different. Don’t for a second think that they aren’t very, very different), and I have gobs to tell you about Milwaukee. Because, man, did I love Milwaukee (it is a…
I’m pretty sure Lisa gave me the hat as a joke. Actually, I’m certain that she did. Lisa and I, we seem to have this running gag that’s sprung up between us about hats. It all started with this one, which I bought in Lisa’s company on a chilly but sunny day when we got…
– Growing up, we had a cat. You know what? That statement isn’t quite accurate. We actually had several cats. But there was one cat that sort of stood out from the rest. A spry little calico with markings that I still remember by heart: one eye was rimmed in black, the other in orange,…
My pal (and fellow blogger) Deanna recently sent this photo to me: –
I’ve never understood the need for personal space.
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