MY NEW BLOG!
|Posted by Val Enders on November 22, 2012 at 1:35 PM|
This morning, as usual, my first stop was the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for the day ahead. I stared into the mirror, but what I saw was not me looking back, but my mother! I knew that someday it would happen. Occasionally, Mom would announce in a loving voice that someday I would be just like her, because she was turning into her mother. When I was younger, people would comment on how much I looked like my Mom. I was sixteen, she was forty six, and I was unh...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on November 22, 2012 at 1:30 PM|
Hubby and I were out shopping the other day, and we noticed that although Halloween is on the doorstep, retailers are trucking out the Christmas goodies. I have to go to the dollar store on the way home,” I announced. “Do you mind stopping?” “I hate that store. For one thing, there is hardly anything in there that costs just a dollar. Everything is a dollar fifty or more. Why do they entice people by saying it’s a “Dollar store”?...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on November 22, 2012 at 1:25 PM|
I think I need new glasses. I say this for a number of reasons, but mainly because Hubby says I need new ones, and I have to agree. The other day while we were driving I said to him “For Pete’s sake, look at that! I’ve never seen a Nun on a bicycle taking a dog for a run before.” He just shook his head and laughed. “What’s so funny? I said. “That’s not a Nun,” hubby replied. “It’s a man with a backpack, an...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on November 22, 2012 at 1:00 PM|
"North To Alaska"
I know that you can probably guess from the title, where we are going on our long awaited vacation. As if we haven’t had enough of snow and ice last winter, we have booked a cruise to Alaska. A Disney cruise. With the kids, and grandkids, no less. We like to live on the edge, Hubby and I, and this trip will either prove that we still have true grit, or have totally lost our minds. I ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on November 22, 2012 at 12:55 PM|
"It's All Greek to Me!"
I was always under the impression that I knew how to speak, and could communicate fairly well with the other members of my species. Sadly, it seems I have been deluding myself. Not only can I not understand people who have moved here from Newfoundland, but I have found out recently that I can’t decipher rap songs, or some toddler-eez (the language of the ankle biters). I got to thinking about dictionaries,...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on November 22, 2012 at 12:50 PM|
"How the Heck Did I Get Here?"
Those of us who are computer savvy, and by that I mean people who can at least turn on the machine, occasionally need to avail ourselves of the search engine in order to help us answer a question or two. Searching on the Internet is really an art form, and for the lazy person such as myself, that is way out of my league. Sure I can type a query into Google, or Ask. Com, and us...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on August 26, 2012 at 6:40 PM|
Clueless in the Sixties..
. Today is my daughter’s birthday. Finally, I can let a little of the responsibility and worry go. She is old enough to make good decisions, and if not well, she will have to live with the consequences. But I’m not worried. I don’t know how it happened, but Hubby and I have managed to raise two kids, who turned out to be responsible, caring, and productive individu...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on August 26, 2012 at 6:35 PM|
Mow, Mow, Mow your Lawn
Apparently putting sixty pounds of fertilizer on your lawn between the first arrival of grass and August, causes an extraordinary amount of grass to grow. Well, Duh! Since our lawn was looking a little sad in May compared to the neighbors, I decided that it would be a good idea to put some added nutrients into the grass to give it a little boost. Since we were fortunate, or unfortuna...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Val Enders on August 26, 2012 at 6:30 PM|
Out in the shed I am met with an angry horde of starving mosquitoes. After all this rain and heat they are voracious, and it looks like I am the only chunk of meat on the menu. Grabbing “Rusty’s” handle with one hand, and the weed wacker with the other, I manage to escape, but once again I scrape my skull on the top of the door. Why oh why, couldn’t the company who made this shed realize that not every one is a Hobbit???
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|Posted by Val Enders on August 26, 2012 at 6:20 PM|
My Garden of Weeden
Weeding is very cathartic. Now hold on ... don’t start tossing tomatoes at me yet! It may surprise you to know that some people actually like to weed, and I guess I fall into that group. Of course there are “closet” weeders, people who deny that they enjoy getting out in the flower beds to weed, but I know they secretly take pleasure in rooting out the invaders. ( pun i...Read Full Post »