I’m a little late, I had other blogging posts scheduled, but each year I try to write a birthday related post. Well this was a big one. 5-0. Fifty years. Or as one fellow 50 said, “I can’t believe we’re half a century year old.” That I wasn’t ready for. But overall, I’m ready for…
Last year my sister purchased a cricut machine and through her I’m learning all the amazing thngs you can do with it. She joked that it was going to be a “Cricut Christmas” and as I look at my customized water bottle, I’ve been also thinking about possible shirts she could make for me. One…
One of the things my husband admitted he took into consideration was how youthful my mom looked. He thought perhaps if mom was that young, maybe I had those genes. My reaction? “Those aren’t good genes. It’s Clairol!” Mom turned gray at age 16, and I found my first strand at age 25. The year…