Every summer when my brother and I were young, we'd spend a week at my grandparents' house while mom and dad took a vacation. I never knew why it was that we couldn't go along with them, but it was the deal we had and there wasn't much to argue about. We'd sit quietly in… Continue reading A memory drive through Menomonie, WI
How you know I have a foot fetish
Every morning, when I walk into my closet to get dressed for the day, I think of my daughter and a conversation we had when she helped me clear out my closet. First, I remember that I still have work to do. Secondly, that I love the result of our clutter clearing project. Thirdly, that… Continue reading How you know I have a foot fetish
Hunting me some curves, ya baby
If only birds could be caught by the smell of a small dog's nose, this pup would be a world-class-award-winning bird dog. Don't let the yawn fool you, he's just pretending to be bored. He's a clever one. At the sound of birds squawking through the open window, Copper can go from sleeping comfortably at… Continue reading Hunting me some curves, ya baby
How I’m choosing happiness
I'm still smiling from my discovery of this little book about Hygge. Not so much that I've finished the book, because, I'm still reading it. Nor is it that I'm a complete convert since starting to read it, but it's more so the idea that there is a country where over 96% of the population… Continue reading How I’m choosing happiness
How to revive spontaneity in an empty nest life
Settling into an empty nest is easy when you realize the spontaneity you had when you were first married, can be revived. Remembering that you're not planning around kid's schedules and that you're back to just the two of you, helps. And as long as it is mutual, it's a pleasant surprise to allow moments… Continue reading How to revive spontaneity in an empty nest life
Where cats, ants, and sex cross paths
The one thing I imagined I'd look forward to with an empty nest is that our house would always be clean and tidy. There wouldn't be shoes and clothes strewn about. There wouldn't be messes on the floors, and stuff left behind the doors. There wouldn't be piles of papers on the counters. There wouldn't be… Continue reading Where cats, ants, and sex cross paths