Water-ski Fail

(re-run) It’s funny how writing a daily blog can jog memories of long ago. Today, while taking a hot bath, I remembered this one. It was1984.  My Omaha girlfriends were four younger women, one of them a sorority sister from Iowa State. Joan’s parents had a place at Lake Okoboji, and she invited us to… Continue reading Water-ski Fail

Date with a Cad

(re-run) Against her better judgment Svetlana met up with a man from Match.com and….drum roll….he met her expectations of the Cad. A cad is a man who is aware of the codes of conduct, which separate a gentleman from a ruffian, but finds himself unable to live up to them. Cads are capable of disguising themselves as… Continue reading Date with a Cad

The Dogs Have Met their Match

(re-run) When you are of a certain age, and your two young dogs wear you out on a regular basis, it can be a delight to have a ten-year-old girl for the weekend while her mom works for you. The dogs have finally met their match. The ten-year-old wakes up at dawn to go to… Continue reading The Dogs Have Met their Match

Sometimes It’s Good to Be Clueless

Today I ran a bunch of errands, including the thrift store, grocery store, bank and pet store, in that order. The thrift store parking lot gets crazy at noon since there are many restaurants next to it, so I went there before noon to get a spot. The older volunteer at the thrift store was… Continue reading Sometimes It’s Good to Be Clueless

The Busted Nut

(re-run) A decade ago, my boyfriend (at the time) and I took a driving vacation from my mom’s place in Iowa, up to Sioux Falls, and across South Dakota to Rapid City, Mount Rushmore, and Crazy Horse.  I’d never seen the Badlands or the Black Hills. I heard the story of Mount Rushmore, USA government… Continue reading The Busted Nut

Thoughts on Leftovers

(re-run) Since this blog is called First Date Worst Date Ever, you might think I’m talking about sloppy seconds as in second choice for a date, but I’m not. I’m talking about food in the fridge in a cute little round or rectangular Tupperware container. My ex wouldn’t touch a leftover with a ten-foot pole. … Continue reading Thoughts on Leftovers

Daisy Strikes Again

(re-run) After a five mile hike, my legs ached, and I wanted to go to bed. I turned off the news at 10:15, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then headed down the hall to the main bathroom with the doggy door. Both dogs were outside barking. I turned around and went to the… Continue reading Daisy Strikes Again