According to a wise cat named Tizzie. Who climbs up high above the other cat who can't. So she can get a view of the world below at the cat who looks up to her. Tizzie knows how to find the best napping spots available, of course, nothing less than the best for her. Snug… Continue reading Why it’s best to nap when the sun is out
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
Hair grooming lessons from 1961 – yes, I said 1961
Gone are the days where we teach our teens how-to-do homemaking techniques via a textbook. Most people nowadays just Google things they want to learn. How about stepping into the past for giggles? Here's a little history lesson from 1961 for those who happenstance upon this post about "hair grooming." I was raised by likely… Continue reading Hair grooming lessons from 1961 – yes, I said 1961
Out with the old sponge, in with the new
I'm smiling because I finally opened up the new sponge I got from Santa Claus. But for the life of me, I wish I could remember which blogger recommended the Scrub Daddy sponge so I could share the joy with that blogger. SO if you're that blogger, please step up and chime in. - Thank… Continue reading Out with the old sponge, in with the new
Thoughts on being a 55-year-old woman
Many aspects of being a 55-year-old woman drive me crazy. Let's list them shall we: Lack of sleep Wild dreams - consisting of me wearing a bathrobe to an office meeting, sitting down at the conference table and pulling a beer out of my pocket, opening it and taking a sip before I give my presentation… Continue reading Thoughts on being a 55-year-old woman
Blogging advice from my 830th post
If you're on the fence about your blogging efforts, read on, trust me you're not alone. Whew...here is my 830th blog post. Last year, January 10th, I posted my 540th post. Apparently, I've been busy blogging. For me, 830 posts mean my efforts to become a Budda Blogging Master are a 'success'. When I look… Continue reading Blogging advice from my 830th post
My hygge view from Wisconsin
At this time of year, from our special spot of the world, all I see is white when I look outside. White in the morning. White at night. White on the sides of trees after a storm. White snow branches and glistening frost on the ground. And I'm often on the fence on if I… Continue reading My hygge view from Wisconsin