Physical Therapy. Sounds like a good thing right? I mean it’s therapy. By definition therapy is “treatment designed to relieve or heal.” But I’m on to them now. Oh yes, I figured out their game. It’s PE in disguise. And I hated PE. This so-called therapy is all a facade to get you in the […]Read More My Legs Don’t Go That Way
It’s dark as pitch at 5:30 a.m. I know this because I walk my neighborhood every morning before work (ok, ok most mornings). Oh sure I carry a flashlight, but it does very little to dispel the darkness. Who knows what’s lurking in those shadows? As I step out my front door, my surveillance tactics are […]Read More What’s in the Shadows?
There are times when we try to “help” and we actually make things worse. Ever done that? I may have. Once. OK maybe twice. One morning on my drive to work, my car tells me the battery in my key fob is low. “Hmm,” I thought. “I better take the appropriate measures to resolve this […]Read More I’m Not Qualified for Key Fob Repair
When it comes to hurricane preparedness, my husband is a master. Having a master hurricane preparer has come in really handy this week as our family, along with the rest of the eastern U.S., braced for the arrival of Hurricane Matthew. My darling hubby has numerous detailed and specific disaster preparedness levels. Make no mistake…there’s […]Read More Are You Ready?
It took me nearly 2 hours to get home from work Friday night and I was in a great mood when I got home. My hubby was shocked. So was I. Just a few days ago this would have sent me spiraling. Ever been through one of those times when nothing… literally nothing… makes you […]Read More Thou Shalt Not Grumble
I’m not proud of the fact that when walking into the garage one night, I shoved my daughter into the path of an evil, demonic critter while running for my life. There’s one sure-fire way to send me into sheer terror and everyone close to me knows not to even say the word. In fact in our home, we spell […]Read More Where Does Your Help Come From?
Much to my husband’s dismay, I rarely put gas in my car until there is nothing short of a prayer left in the tank. I consider it efficient time management as I prioritize the tasks on my list. Getting gas becomes the top “to-do” when the warning light comes on. Until then, I have baseball […]Read More Running on Empty
You always hear people talking about what items they would grab from their home if there was ever a fire. With only minutes to get out of your house losing everything you own, what would you save? I’ve pondered this question numerous times over the years and assuming the family was all safe, I figured […]Read More A Fire, the Dog and a Basket of Junk Mail
Awhile back I developed a habit of checking my blackberry first thing every morning. It was also the last thing I did every night. I became addicted to answering every email within minutes as if it could not possibly wait even an hour much less until the next morning. Worse than me, my husband has […]Read More Did You Get My Text About Your Voice Mail?