I have been away from Michigan for a long time (40+ years), but my understanding was that “wintery mix” (or as my husband refers to it, “Michigan Mix”) in a weather forecast meant some rain, some snow – all mixed up.  Basically, sleet. Well, I don’t know what you call this stuff, but it sure…

I am a bit of a connoisseur of TV commercials.  I like to watch them and judge them as to their efficacy.  I believe the best commercials are ones that inform and entertain and you can discern the message with the sound off – because let’s face it, when the commercials start the TV goes…

Generally, I give great advice.  No doubt because I’ve lived so very long; and it helps that I sometimes even paid attention. But I have to tell you there is a sweet mix of pride in great advice given and feeling purely dumb shit stupid when I take my own advice – finally – and…

Some time ago, I posted about fun with trying to restore Barbie doll hair (including the long haired blond I affectionately referred to as “Rasta Barbie”). I explained that I was restoring some Barbies I had bought at bargain prices on eBay to model two dresses I had crocheted in my misspent youth – or…

I may not be ready for Easter, but guess who is!

Things not to do after midnight. Especially don’t do this now that computers want to “help” you. Me: I want the reservations for these dates Computer: Of course you do. Me: Goes on to remainder of info and books reservation. Computer: Wait, you really want to check in later today! Which means the 1 day…

My husband and I (and pretty much everybody else who has seen the show) are great fans of The Great British Baking Show. But we have both noticed one thing. What is up with the Brits and zest? (For those non-bakers, zest is made by grating the rind off of citrus fruit – orange zest,…

Berta sometimes likes to be held so that she is laying on her back so you can rub her belly while you hold her.  She has an amazingly soft plush belly and it is a joy to rub it and receive the resultant purrs aplenty. I know in this photo she looks thoroughly pissed, but…

27 years ago today, I landed in the smelt bucket (an excellent place to land according to our cats) and married my dear husband. My (used-to-be) friend Stephen told me (okay screamed at me over the phone) that it would never last. How long before that prediction can no longer come true? I’d say that…