January 25, 2008 – 9:37 pm
I was in the town where Mom and Dad live and noticed these holiday decorations. It’s almost time to hang some hearts on them and call them Valentine decorations.
January 24, 2008 – 9:35 pm
This doll was Aunt E.’s. It has a chest of clothes that go with it. I’m not sure how old it is.
January 23, 2008 – 11:03 pm
When driving home today, Miss T. and I were talking about dinner. I told her that I was making spaghetti for dinner. She said that she likes most of the things that her mom (my sister) makes, especially “ravi-oily.”
It seems that ravi-oily is quite yummy. I was told that I should buy some because my [...]
January 23, 2008 – 6:59 pm
Today, a dollar I had said, “To you, from me,” with a heart at the end. If it wasn’t wrong to deface money, I’d have written, “Thanks, Shug,” on it.
I know… not a clear photo.
January 23, 2008 – 5:30 pm
Last week, I had a hangnail that hurt a lot. I had read somewhere about soaking a small cut in hydrogen peroxide to prevent infection, pain, etc., so I tried it. I soaked that fingertip (left ring finger) in hydrogen peroxide for quite a while. I used a shot glass that oldest [...]
January 22, 2008 – 9:38 pm
I was trying to get a photo of Sophie’s smile. I’m still working on that. When I lay on the floor to take photos, she and Smokey wind up on top of me.
When I looked through today’s photos, my favorite one was this one. I like the bookshelves in the background [...]
January 22, 2008 – 6:16 am
I’ve been reading some new-to-me blogs lately. A lot of these new blogs are about stepfamilies and the problems/solutions within them. It’s been a long time since I posted about my divorce.
Here’s my short-story:
I divorced XH (final in July 2001) after he cheated with his current wife when they were both stationed [...]
January 21, 2008 – 7:39 pm
Youngest DD spent some time with her cousin this weekend. I picked up DD tonight and snapped this photo.
January 20, 2008 – 7:53 pm
This is Callie, Mom and Dad’s cat.
January 19, 2008 – 7:48 pm
This is Dobby, our 3 year old cockatiel.
He likes to whistle “Pop Goes the Weasel,” but has not learned any other songs at this point.
