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I don't know about your husband but in the rare event that my hubby cooks, everything is cooked on high! He seems to be unaware that any other settings exist on our stove.  Although, I have informed him of the existence of both medium and low settings, he continues to cook on high. This has lead to a few pans being destroyed and/or toxic fumes from the Teflon coating being released.  No need to mention the food burnt on the outside and raw inside...I have Pizza Hut's phone number memorized...just in case.  

Sometimes our sweet baby girls grow up into scary young women!   I once laughingly said that around the age of 9-10, both of my girls, went through a PPMS stage, or a Practicing PMS stage. Both have now advanced to what I unsmilingly refer to as PRe-PMS...also known around here as  Psychotic-Reactions-PMS.  Having never suffered from any form of PMS, it has certainly been a learning experience.  Hopefully, what I have learned will help others whose daughters grow up to be scary too.   1) Do NOT look at them.  

Home Remodeling/My Jobs

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Remodeling is a never ending series of starts and stops around here.  One cabinet in the kitchen, which was "finished" 5 years ago, still needs polyurethane.  The deck, finished 2 years ago, is still missing side rails.  The den is still without baseboards and, well, there's more but I'll stop there.  Seems we start out with some money, big plans and much energy. All of which quickly wanes.

Did I tell you that my husband is mean to me?   One Thursday morning, I was getting a cup of coffee when for some reason that darned "HOT NOW" doughnut sign at Krispy Kreme flashed into my mind in all of its red neon glory.   I quickly went into the den and related this to my husband.   "Don't you think it's a revelation or something?" I asked.   "No." he said.  

Skinny-dipping

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I last purchased a new bathing suit a few years back. It was around the time that "distressed" clothes were quite popular.  I think I may have inadvertently purchased a distressed bathing suit because whenever I put it on I hear crying!  I find this quite annoying and tell myself to quit whining but I don't listen.  A friend suggested that skinny-dipping would put an end to the annoying whining.... Thus here is my Doctor Seuss inspired reply to my friend: No skinny-dipping.  Not for me. 55 is frightening, you see. Not in a lake, near wooded park.

Old Fashioned Advice

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It is a good thing that I wasn't born into the generation before mine! Years ago I was wandering through an antiques store when I came across a book that offered advice on how to be the perfect wife. This book was published in 1953...the year I was born.  I literally laughed out loud as I scanned some of the chapters.  And in my head I was writing my own version*. For example: The book said: 1) "Dinner should always be on the table when your husband arrives home."

Rhetorical Questions?

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Some days it doesn't pay to answer a question! For example: One night my teen daughter, Jaime, was on the phone to a friend. As I entered the room that she was in, she said, "Mom, Donnie says that I'm a pain in the butt. What does that make him?" I ventured a guess, "Smart?" "You are NOT funny, mom!" she said rather hatefully. Darn...here I thought I was blessed with a good sense of humor. But, what the hell do I know?

Greased Laundry

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I suppose I should explain how "Greased Laundry" was chosen for the title of my blog. To do this I'll have to take you back to January of 2005:

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