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Thursday, November 14, 2019

Have You Ever Been Haunted By A Dream?



When David was in elementary school, I had a dream. I was walking through David's day with him, but I was seeing it as he sees it. And it was amazing! My senses were on overload through it all - every light was so much brighter, every sound so much richer (or sharper, or discordant), colors were vivid in the extreme, smells assaulted me and the slightest movements caught my eye and brought me endless fascination.

Thursday, November 7, 2019

Me & Tea & My Facebook Memories



Every morning before I go to work, but after I shuttle my son out the door to catch the school bus, I have half an hour to myself.

This half-hour is precious. It's half an hour why nobody needs me to do anything--and believe me when you're the mother of a special needs child, having half an hour to yourself is a real treat and generally only comes at bedtime or in the car on my commute to and from work.

I've fallen into a pattern, and it's a nice one. I make myself a cup of tea (I've never been a coffee drinker), and I opened up Facebook to the "Memories" section. 

Friday, November 1, 2019

Cool Stuff That I Never Knew About But Want A LOT



That, my friends, is a toothpaste squeezer complete with a suction mount for your mirror. Brilliance. Sheer brilliance. I've amassed a collection of great stuff that I never knew existed, so without any further ado, I'll share my showcase.

This is a Norwegian shoe dryer.



Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Today You Can Call Me Miss Strawberry Sunshine



Yesterday while we were shopping, my son asked if we could buy some new shampoo. I told him to pick out what he wanted and to my surprise, he came back with a bottle of strawberry scented stuff. I don't really care if he wants to smell like strawberries. Honestly, it made me smile. I washed my hair with it last night, and even though it's not nearly as nice a quality is the stuff I usually use, I'm loving it today because it brings me back to a time when strawberry shampoo was one of the things that got me through a really rough point in my life.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Every Family Has Its Made-Up Words - What Are Yours?


I'm sure you have them too. Maybe they were based on a slip of the tongue that someone never lived down. Maybe they started out in the mouth of a child and then took on a life of their own.  Whichever it was, I've known plenty of families that had their own unique vocabulary.

In my ex-husband's family, the word was "Sabone." They were Philly-area Italian, and the word “Jabrone” was an active part of their vocabulary. It's a derogatory term meant for someone who's a general pain in the ass.  As a child, one of my in-laws mispronounced it as "Sabone," and it stuck.

It became not only a nickname for him, but completely supplanted Jabrone in their vocabulary. If you did something stupid in front of the group, if you were irritating everybody, you were a Sabone.

In my house, the word is “Hickleburp.” As in the sound you make when you hiccup really hard and it comes out like more of a burp. A combination of a hiccup and a burp is a Hickleburp. I got it from my mother, and carried it down. Eventually, maybe hundreds of years in the future, it will become part of the American lexicon. This is my contribution to humanity.
So that's our word. What's yours? And how did it come to be? 

Friday, September 27, 2019

A Post In Which I Discuss Grave Matters



Having survived a near-death experience, my outlook on the whole facing-my-demise thing has altered. Hey, we're all dying. All of us, and every day a little more. I'm taking care of myself, but I'd like to think that when I drop-kick that proverbial bucket, I'll leave a few people laughing.  Just like these folks did. Check 'em out!


How thoughtful!




Monday, September 16, 2019

Trying A New Thing - One "Thing" At A Time



I have been really beating myself up lately over how little I've been able to accomplish.

And yes, I am still partially disabled due to my stroke eighteen months ago. And I just had surgery last Monday to correct something called Posterior Interosseous Nerve (PIN) Syndrome in my good hand that took me down to two fingers of usefulness. So it's perfectly understandable if my writing career is languishing a bit and my house is less than pristine.

There's just so much I really need to do, it's overwhelming.