Category: Target

The Missing GPS Gene

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(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in, which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in, which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornado

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornadoLeave a comment

(re-run) The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

Mass Hysteria and the Coronavirus

Posted in aerobics, California, Coronavirus, Costco, CVS, grocery store, memoir, quarantine, TargetLeave a comment

Today’s aerobics teacher was telling us how Costco looked like Black Friday when she went there on Saturday.  The TV news station reported similar hysteria at a Hayward Target store. Apparently, people were buying toilet paper and paper towels this weekend, for Armageddon. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, especially if they have… Continue reading Mass Hysteria and the Coronavirus

The Missing GPS Gene

Posted in basement, caveman, directions, dyslexic, evolution, GPS, humor, memoir, relationships, San Diego, Target, tornado3 Comments

The women in my family are spatially challenged, as in which way is south? West ? North? East? I remembered that the northwest corner of the basement was supposed to be the safest place in case of a tornado, but I had no idea which corner that would be. Now that I live near the… Continue reading The Missing GPS Gene

V is for Veritable Quandary

Posted in allowance, beer, books, college, food, Google, humor, Jimmy Fallon, restaurant, rhyming, sorority, Target, toothpaste, typewriters, White Out, WikipediaLeave a comment

When thinking of a post that starts with v, the most obvious choices would be vacation or victory. I haven’t had either in quite a while, so I had to dig deeper– way back, in fact, to my college days. I went to school in Ames, Iowa, and long about my junior year, a new… Continue reading V is for Veritable Quandary