(re-run) She hated Friday, the 13th. She would turn the car around if a black cat crossed the street in front of her. And mirrors? She once yelled at me when I held my baby up to one in a German restaurant. “That’s bad luck before her first birthday!” My mother-in-law, may she rest in… Continue reading Superstitions
Category: mother-in-law
Superstitions
(re-run) She hated Friday the 13th. She’d turn the car around if a black cat crossed the street in front of her. And mirrors? She once yelled at me when I held my baby up to one in a German restaurant. “That’s bad luck before her first birthday!” My mother-in-law, may she rest in peace,… Continue reading Superstitions
Superstitions
(re-run) She hated Friday the 13th. She would turn the car around if a black cat crossed the street in front of her. And mirrors? She once yelled at me when I held my baby up to one in a German restaurant. “That’s bad luck before her first birthday!” My mother-in-law, may she rest in… Continue reading Superstitions
Mother-in-law and the Birth Control Device
Years ago, visiting my mother-in-law in Omaha with my husband and two (or three) kids, I faced a dilemma. What to do with my diaphragm as it air-dried after I washed it? There was no discreet place to put it, since we all shared the same bathroom. Instead, I elected to put it up in… Continue reading Mother-in-law and the Birth Control Device
More Crazy Real Estate Stuff
My little beach house sits on what was once a run-down looking street with oversized lots (for the town). I bought it with my ex when we were married. He didn’t love it, but I did. It was one level, no steps from the driveway to the back door, a big fenced front yard and… Continue reading More Crazy Real Estate Stuff
Superstitions
She hated Friday the 13th. She would turn the car around if a black cat crossed the street in front of her. And mirrors? She once yelled at me when I held my baby up to one in a German restaurant. “That’s bad luck before her first birthday!” My mother-in-law, may she rest in peace,… Continue reading Superstitions
Who Has the Bigger Butt
The family dog passed away last month at the age of eighteen and three quarters years’ old. My youngest asked for pictures of him, so I went through a dozen albums last night sorting photos. It was time for a clean-out of: Babies if I don’t know who they are. Sports coaches I don’t remember.… Continue reading Who Has the Bigger Butt
Not One Iota of Truth!
Being from the Midwest means I grew up with Iowa talk and Midwestern lingo. Some of it applies across the country, but none of it seems to have made it to California. Like the pioneers who had to discard their prized possessions alongside the trail as their tired oxen could no longer take the weight,… Continue reading Not One Iota of Truth!
