I love that WordPress does this automatically every year, it saves me from doing it myself! Ha! Here’s the 2013 Year in Review for miffed67.com. HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone! 🙂 Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2013. If it were a cable… Continue reading 2013 in review
Thank goodness my mom retains her sense of humor. Actually, in a lot of ways she’s more childlike than ever. Not just because her mental capacity is shrinking, but because her world has much less stress, less anxiety, less worry. Her natural, fun loving, silly self is beginning to show through, a side I’ve rarely… Continue reading More Convos With My Mom
I’m a shopper….and I love it. I love looking at pretty things, even ones I can’t afford, from cars to jewelry to shoes. I love the stores, the lights, the clearance racks, finding a great bargain, checking out a new place and being pleasantly surprised. I love the sense of many possibilities I get when… Continue reading Dallas, A Shopper’s Delight
You know what happy people do? They sing in the rain. They smile in the face of adversity. They pick themselves up after a fall. They see the glass as half full, representing hope instead of the half emptiness of despair. They laugh. They make jokes during stressful moments. They pursue hobbies. They love. I’m… Continue reading Shiny, Happy People
I’m reblogging this from A Day In The Life of Lunchy. It’s SO heartwarming to see good, caring people out there. It restores my faith in humanity. Thanks to God that Cocoa got to spend her final days with someone who loved and cared for her, like every living being should. An Open Letter to… Continue reading Cocoa’s Last Day
It’s taken me quite some time to get to this place in life, and I mostly like the person I am. Sure, I have my moments, things get me down sometimes. Who doesn’t? Life is like that, I guess. Hard work, sweat, tears, blood. It hasn’t been all bad, of course. But when things were… Continue reading I’m Finally FREE!
She opens the door on an empty apartment, shaking off a sudden chill. Looking around, she takes in the billowing curtains. The white wicker sofa. The chair that belonged to her grandmother and which she intends to reupholster….one day. The kitchen is spotless; pans, pots, utensils all hanging in their proper places. She contemplates making… Continue reading Lonely (A Lesson in Futility, Part 3)