Newman is always into trouble (shocking, I know). Well he is not supposed to be on the counters, and he knows this all too well. We have discussed this ad nauseam. He seemed to be listening, but who really knows with cats. We have a rolling cart in the middle of the kitchen that has a metal top and on the side a wood area with slots for … [Read more...]
I'm a shrimp. My parents were both short and they passed on the short genes to me - I stand about 5'2. Sometimes it makes my life harder by being so short, but there are also advantages. For one thing, I can easily walk under cabinets that people leave open in the kitchen! Another advantage is that if I fall, I don't have as far to go before … [Read more...]
I've explained in my past couple of Ball Park franks posts how men are easier fed than understood. I realize this more each and every day, as my husband so kindly compliments me after every homemade meal. I believe the way to their hearts are through their stomach (I guess it's a good thing I am an excellent cook - if I do say so … [Read more...]
My dear Newman loves to help me with just about everything. Whether he is knocking over the recycling bag in the kitchen (to make sure that everything in there IS in fact recyclable), or whether he is criss-crossing in front of me going down the stairs (you know, to make sure it is safe for my venture downstairs), he is always by my side … [Read more...]
A couple of years ago I had jury duty. Now you would think that since I am a police officer's wife, they would excuse me. Not so much. I showed up and spent two days being questioned by the defense attorney and prosecutor. And I mean REALLY grilled. They finally let me go after they mentally wore me down. I actually felt like I was living the … [Read more...]
Conversation gone wrong... The other night, we were going to pick up Mexican food for dinner. Here is how this conversation went: Me: "I'll drive to pick up dinner if you'll go in to get it" Him: "Okay, sweet!" Me (Five minutes before we left): "We'll leave in five minutes hon" Him: "Okay" Me (Five minutes later): "Okay … [Read more...]
Do you know someone who is color blind? My father and my son are color blind, and it makes for some interesting situations. The way I understand it is men are more likely to be color blind than women, and mother's typically pass it along to their sons, but not their daughters. My dad and his three brother's were all color blind, his two … [Read more...]
Have you ever dated somebody and their last name just...well just...yuck? Please don't think I'm petty here, because I really would have married my husband no matter what his last name was. Or I could have opted to keep my own last name, but I really didn't want to do that. I've often thought how cool it would be to find "the one" and they … [Read more...]
Have you ever tried to compose a text only to have it fill in a different word? And you erase it before you send, but when you try to type it again it gives you another ridiculous word? This just happened to me and I must have typed my word in about 5 times. My husband sent me a text with a picture of a kitty, and he said, "I made a friend!". … [Read more...]
Perks of reaching 50 (or being over 60 and heading towards 70!) Or in my case, anything after 40. 1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you. 2. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first. 3. No one expects you to run--anywhere. 4. People call at 9 pm and ask,"did I wake you?" 5. People no longer view you as a … [Read more...]
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