Minutes and Seconds



It is truly amazing what a person will do to try to save a bit of time or effort. There have been some great inventions dreamed up in the interest of saving time and energy, so you can’t knock it, but sometimes a great amount of effort can be put forth to save time, just for the person to find that the effort wasn’t worth the effort.

I’m a prime example, in that I’ve been trying to grow my hair out long enough to put it up in barrettes or a pony tail. I have a ways to go, and I seriously...
I know, it isn't really my style to print stuff other than what pops out of my own little brain, but for some reason these amused me. It is a fine bunch of examples of creative writing when it comes to employment ads.
Sit back, read, relax and giggle...


Wanted: Evil genius seeks minions to sacrifice their lives in world domination attempt.  Must be prepared to work 24-7 for fascist psychopath for close to no pay. Messy death inevitable, but costumes and laser death rays provided. Call 1-...


“Where are you?” a voice asked.

“I’m with Dad. I’m fishing,” I replied.

“I’m hungry,” the voice said.

“Make your own lunch. I’m fishing,” I answered.

Big sigh, then the sound of a kid hanging up the phone. Don’t feel too sorry for him – this conversation took place several years ago, when my youngest son was about 17 years old. He had just come home from work for a quick lunch and decided there was nothing good to eat. The funny thing (to me, anyway) is he worked for a grocery store at...



I did some quick mental calculations the other day and came up with a sum of two. Yes, I said it was quick.

Two is the number of times I was able to go fishing in 2012. Some people might be OK with that, but I’m not one of them. I really like to fish, especially ice fishing in our permanent house, also known as Eric’s fort.

Between a grandbaby on the way, a lack of ice and busy schedules, we didn’t get much of a chance to fish last winter, so we made a point to head out to Lake Shetek this...
It is customary to make resolutions for a coming new year, but I know me. We've met. My will power is right up there with my ability to work geometric equations. In other words... nada, zilch, I got nothing.
I could make vows to eat healthier, but then there's chocolate and potato chips and beer. Nope - I have earned the right to have popcorn for supper and poptarts for breakfast. Is pop rocks for lunch going too far? Probably.
I could try really hard to vacuum more or put clothes away after I...
In my previous job, I had a different blog called "Dirty Laundry," and I had quite a few readers. When I left my position earlier than anticipated, a bunch of loyal fans were sad, because they wouldn't get to read about my daughter's wedding.
They had been following the progress of my preparations to marry a kid off in my back yard, which seemed like a good idea when she suggested. By the time the wedding came around, I had become part of the Radio Works staff. I promised three people I would...


As an empty nester couple, my husband and I are adapting easily (a little too easily?) to the quiet that reigns in our household. Sure, there’s usually music playing, and we chat constantly with the dog, but it is very different from the constant hustle and bustle of having a bunch of kids in the house. And then a holiday rolls around and the craziness comes with it.

We had our usual whirlwind Christmas chaos, with a quick trip to Forest Lake for a Parenteau family gathering on Saturday,...



Every time I think I’m done Christmas shopping for my granddaughter Layla, I find something else she absolutely has to have. I hear it is a common problem among grandmothers, so I’m not panicking over it too badly.

My latest purchase was one of the recordable storybooks. I thought if she had a book that speaks in Grandpa and Grandma’s voices, she’d be pleased. So I picked one up, then went home and told my husband Eric we had a project to work on for the baby.

“OK,” he said, not even...
Yesterday was a day of tragedy. A day of sadness. And yes, a day of anger.
I started my day at the scene of a fatal car crash, and knowing that two families would be grieving shortly made my heart hurt. And then word started filtering out about the school shooting in Connecticut, about small children killed by a man with a gun, and I didn't really know what to feel.
Knowing so many people, mostly children, were shot and killed makes us angry. I think it is human nature to be appalled, and just...


A mouse is holding my mixer hostage. It’s an issue.

First, let me tell you that I hate being a squishy female when it comes to mice. I don’t mind spiders and critters and creatures that crawl, but mice give me the heebie-jeebies. I think it’s probably because they look furtive.

Think about it. A mouse doesn’t walk into a room and announce his presence with authority. He sneaks around, wiggling in and out of tiny holes, stopping every now and then to rub his little front paws together while...