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Arias and Pistorius: cell mates? PDF Print
Saturday, February 23, 2013 2:10 AM

I don’t know how closely you have been following a couple of cases but my husband and I have found Jodi Arias fascinating. She looks like the girl next door. However, don’t be fooled. She stabbed her ex-boyfriend 30 times, shot him in the face and slit his throat.

She lied twice, saying at first she wasn’t there, then ninjas did it and then she claimed self-defense.
Ninjas? Really?
No. Not really.

I have watched her try to explain why all the lies if it was self-defense and even saw a new “friend” say anyone who is scared lies. Really?
No. Not really.

I’ve heard her describe their relationship and say she feared for her life even though they were broken up at the time and he allegedly planned to take another woman to Mexico.

My bucket list: one item shorter PDF Print
Saturday, February 16, 2013 3:22 AM

Somewhere on my bucket list was a cruise. It was penciled in because I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to go on a big boat and hang out in the ocean. I’ve heard good and bad. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to be “tied” to a ship on vacation. I sometimes have issues with that.

After the Carnival Triumph story of an engine fire, malfunctioning bathrooms, lack of food and the smells, I think I’ll just erase that line on my list.

The ship was “dead” in the water for five days. It has been said passengers were fighting over food, urinating in showers, doing the other in plastic bags and sleeping on the top deck because it was too hot and stinky anywhere else. One report said there were 5 working toilets for 4,200 people.

It was also believed there was no electricity or air conditioning on board. That means no ventilation. No air moving. No way to move smells out of cabins and off decks.


Yeah, that’s my idea of a vacation.

Carnival is saying conditions were exaggerated. I’m not sure if I care. Even if a tenth of what passengers were saying happened did occur, I’m still outta there. And why would passengers make those reports up. If I’m talking to someone or texting a family member, I’m just going to tell it like it is. If anything, I may try to make it sound a little better than it is so they don’t worry.

I think this incident just goes to show that no matter what you plan, you are at the mercy of someone or something else. You can plan to fly somewhere and flights can be delayed and canceled for a variety of reasons. You can plan to drive and your car can break down or there may be an accident. You can decide to stay home and some other happenstance can cause the plans to go awry.

I guess how you determine if you still have a good time is the degree of uncomfortableness and if you can rise above the hardship.

I’m not sure that was going to happen on the Triumph. Things just went too far. Things were just too much. There was stuff in plastic bags, for God’s sake. Oh my goodness!

Anyway, now I have room for something else on my list. I’m not sure what it will be right off-hand but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I just know what it won’t be — a cruise.

The best of intentions ... PDF Print
Monday, February 11, 2013 10:10 AM


Here it is halfway through February already.

There are still several things that went on my to-do list earlier in the year yet to be checked off.

As I write this, I am surrounded by paper. It’s on my left, on my right, all around me. Arrrg!

I cleared out a file drawer last January and had the best intentions of cleaning up some but now all I see are bigger piles of agendas and the like. Yikes! I better get busy.

Time just seems to slip away. I start working on something and I tell myself I’ll get to the filing when I’m done and then something else comes up and then the phone rings and then someone asks me a question and the next thing I know, I’m jetting out the door and it didn’t get done.

It’s probably going to take a Saturday or Sunday afternoon to accomplish this task. I’ll just pencil that right in. I make a list, sometimes daily, with the most important things I want to accomplish at the top. Well, my messy desk doesn’t seem to make it anywhere on that list. Maybe I’ll have a few minutes after I get this column done to tuck a few things away in a file. Then again, probably not.

Let’s check that list for Monday. Hmmm. I don’t believe I see filing on there at all. How odd. It needs done. Why isn’t it on the list?

Things seem to go that way at home, too. For example: I have two drawers at home with old paid bills, letters, cards, etc. I finally got that all-important “Round-tuit” and cleaned one out. I sorted and filed and filled shoe boxes and shredded — and repeat. Now it is home to my pajamas and where they were is now where my purses are and where they were is Christmas stuff I don’t want in the basement. Whew.

The second drawer? Don’t ask.

There was a sign on my mother’s desk at the Marathon station and subsequently at the garage on Pierce Street. It read, “Don’t touch my mess! I know where everything is.”

For the most part, the same is true of my desk at work. I can usually lay my hands on something in pretty short order. Sometimes, not so much.

Hey. Where did that list go?


Last Updated on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:19 PM
Why did you come a callin? PDF Print
Monday, February 04, 2013 11:13 AM


This is so not how this was supposed to be. I quit smoking and my lungs were supposed to clear and I was adding years to my life and getting sick less.

Reality? Coughing, coughing, coughing. I thought perhaps it was my lungs purging more than 30 years of cigarette smoke but I don’t think so.

Throat hurts. Chest hurts. Head hurts. Probably got a fever. Yuck!

Flu bug, why did you have to visit me?

It was inevitable. You can’t hide from it. It gets us all - eventually.

But I was supposed to get a free pass this year because I quit smoking. It’s not fair.

So now I have to get this written, share my misery with you and go to bed. Is it cold enough out there for ya? I love walking the dog and having my nostrils freeze together. I’m just lucky this one is almost as cold as I am because he doesn’t have much fur. Sadie could stick it out for a while with her triple coat.

I’m ready for the heat wave today and I won’t even mind a little snow. I’m hoping to sleep in a bit and wake up to a white wonderland. It will look lovely while I snivel and cough.

I wonder if Buckeye Chuck and Punxsutawney Phil will agree today. I think it would be cool to have my own ground hog and hold a party each Groundhog Day and let everyone come over and see if my little guys sees his shadow – or not. So which will it be? Six more weeks of winter or an early spring? I’ll tell you a secret. Groundhog Day is about six weeks from the first day of spring. Coincidence? I don’t know, you tell me.

It would still be neat to have my own groundhog.

I’ve have been sleeping better since I quit smoking and that’s no laughing matter. I appreciate sleep and there’s nothing better than good sleep.

Things are starting to taste better, too. I didn’t think things tasted bad before so this could get interesting – and dangerous. There’s this thing about quitting smoking: it’s really hard and you find yourself trying to replace it with something and it’s usually food. I think Popsicles may be my saving grace.

There is one thing I hope I don’t do after officially becoming an ex-smoker. That would be to get down on people who still smoke. If anyone knows how hard it is, I do. It was a big decision to put it out there in a column and let everyone know.

When smokers talk about it, it’s kind of like a club. We all know how it is. We all know how much they control us and when one of us tries to quit and doesn’t make it, well, we all know that it’s hard and it may take more than one try. When we see someone smoking who said they were going to try and quit, we feel their pain. There’s no judging. We’re bummed because we thought maybe if they could do it, we could too.

So remember that. Not necessarily for me but for all those trying to shake the nicotine monkey off their back.

Last Updated on Thursday, June 26, 2014 8:59 AM
A little budgeting doesn’t hurt too much PDF Print
Monday, January 28, 2013 10:51 AM

While going through drawers, I came across a ledger my mother had kept the household budget in for years. The first entry dates back to 1956. She meticulously recorded every household expense from groceries, to doctor visits, to repairs.

Some are amusing to read. My brother got stitches removed for $2 and some odd cents in one particular week’s entry. Another notes that my mother bought material to make my sister two pairs of pajamas for $1.26.


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