Love the photos as always! I also have something I cherish, tho it wouldn't mean anything to anyone else--my dear friend, dead these 22 years, wrote out all the two letter Scrabble words on paper for easy reference when we would have these marathon Scrabble days.I framed them and they are precious to me, to see her handwriting and coffee spots on the edges.
I enjoyed reading about your days in NYC and as always--your writing takes me right to that place and time. For goodness sake, keep taking those trips and if Ed won't go, then you must make those treks yourself.
Okay, jerm; sounds like you may have a case of manic depression. Just a thought.But typical symptoms are days of hyper activity, followed by a slump--a cycle if you will.
Oh boy; you must have a fire proof mouth--those chipotle peppers will scorch your brains! Never cared for nopalitos myself-but then I like okra and some folks don't.
Men despair over "man boobs" but what's really horrible is when women acquire man traits like growing lip and facial hair (as they get older.) Hmmm, gave me an idea for a blog--thanks!
I bet that woman to whom you gave 70 pesos handed it over to that no good alcoholic, and he went out and had a bender.The woman has no self respect or self esteem or she would shoot that lout. Enjoyed your writing very much.
Sorry about that bad day, but the way you wrote about it was funny--enjoyed that!
I admire your "pioneer woman" spirit--improvising and making do with whatever nature throws at ya!
The first day of warm weather, the mosquitos emerged on cue-- the only thing about the impending near freeing temps expected here on Monday night is maybe it'll kill off the little boogers.
How enjoyable your Saturday night sounded! Envy here!
Those teenagers need to have their butts whipped--and the parents sent to jail with them.Here in Mississippi it is illegal to buy alcohol until you're 21. But I also think teenagers, at the most irresponsible age of their lives, shouldn't be allowed to drive, period. Maybe not till they're 21.
You thang!!
You know there's an old country song "All the women look good at closing time." Your blog reminded me of that..
Hi sol; your daughter sounds like a good person--living her husband's dream. That "the Lord will provide" line makes me want to barf. My daughter's husband thinks like that, and my dau. has been brain washed into thinking like him. I want to shake her."God" isn't gonna drop riches into their lap.
Every state must be on the #1 lists for something--yours is polluting; ours is EVERYTHING else. The fattest, the poorest, the lowest salaries--yep, Mississippi is #1 in every way.
I also have something I cherish, tho it wouldn't mean anything to
anyone else--my dear friend, dead these 22 years, wrote out all the
two letter Scrabble words on paper for easy reference when we would
have these marathon Scrabble days.I framed them and they are precious
to me, to see her handwriting and coffee spots on the edges.