memoir – Page 142 – FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER!

Trip to the ER

November 28, 2018December 30, 2018 Posted in California, children, daughter, dogs, ER, feet, holiday weekend, Mama bear, memoir, pain, relationships, worst1 Comment

It was Labor Day weekend. We needed to get a handle on the mess in the garage. I asked my oldest to watch my youngest while we parents worked outside. She was nine, in 4th grade already for a week, and the baby was almost two and a half. Then a series of unfortunate events… Continue reading Trip to the ER

Thoughts on Hate

November 27, 2018December 30, 2018 Posted in attack, babies, California, Chelsea Clinton, daughter, dreams, Dukes of Hazzard, immigrants, memoir, racist, worstLeave a comment

The woman who works for me one day a week told me today that the Dukes of Hazzard TV show is coming back to TV. I never watched the show when it aired in the 70’s and 80’s, but I know that there was a confederate flag in the show. Will that flag be gone… Continue reading Thoughts on Hate

Daisy the Rescue Dog, Month # 12

November 26, 2018November 26, 2018 Posted in ARF, California, dog training, dogs, humor, Jack Russell terrier, labrador, memoir, relationships, rescue1 Comment

We’ve been through a lot together: chewed up leashes, broken chairs, too-small-harnesses, failing out of manners class, and me building a gate that you cannot jump. Daisy, you have cost me lots of money. You have been put in your place and punctured when you would not acquiesce to the bigger dog over a ball… Continue reading Daisy the Rescue Dog, Month # 12

Worst Boss Ever

November 25, 2018 Posted in boss, humor, Iowa, last, memoir, relationships, restaurant, summer, worstLeave a comment

Aside from the old-guy boss I had for ten days at the Iowa State Fair, who took one look at my giraffe legs in my short culottes jumper I’d made in sewing class and demanded that I bend over to see if my butt would show (it didn’t), George was the worst boss ever. George… Continue reading Worst Boss Ever

Tattoos for You

November 23, 2018December 30, 2018 Posted in athletes, best, butterflies, California, dancing, dogs, family, friends of friends, generation, humor, memoir, mom, music, relationships, skin, tattoos, worstLeave a comment

I look around and see athletes with tattoos, ex-military people with tattoos, mothers of small children with tattoos . . .

The Six Stages of Thanksgiving

November 22, 2018November 22, 2018 Posted in California, cleaning, dancing, dusting, exercise, food, friends, holidays, humor, live music, memoir, relationships, ThanksgivingLeave a comment

I am having Thanksgiving at my house today for nine or ten people. I say that because my brother in law may or may not show up. There is lots of football to be missed if he comes ninety minutes north to my house. It will be me, my three kids, my two sisters, my… Continue reading The Six Stages of Thanksgiving

Shop Till You Drop

November 21, 2018November 21, 2018 Posted in best, California, Carmel, cars, dressing room, firsts, friends, girl friends, lunch, memoir, relationships, restaurant, thrift store, vintageLeave a comment

We had already hit two thrift stores and were heading for a third. Then I remembered that Vickie wanted to go to the ones in Carmel. I turned onto Forest Avenue and took the winding highway 68 through the Monterey pines. It would lead to the new roundabout that would send the traffic north to… Continue reading Shop Till You Drop

Memories Light the Corners of my Mind

November 20, 2018December 30, 2018 Posted in coupons, dogs, firsts, humor, memoir, memory, MS, names, neurologist, sexiestLeave a comment

I used to be good at remembering people’s names and remembering to use coupons before they expired. Now I am lucky if I can find the coupon when I am at the store. Today, at CVS, I checked out and was given a long receipt with $6.00 of extra bucks on it. My new rule… Continue reading Memories Light the Corners of my Mind

The Politics of Dating

November 15, 2018November 14, 2018 Posted in aging, attitude, best, border wall, California, dating, dinner, food, honesty, humor, last, memoir, misogynist, politics, president, racist, relationshipsLeave a comment

(Dialogue on a first date between senior man and senior woman) “You look nice.” “Sorry I am late.” “Let me tell you about my third wife.” “I have two dogs.” “I used to work on defense missiles.” “You must like to play video games.” “I like you.” “I am not a Republican, but I bet… Continue reading The Politics of Dating