Aging Schmaging

While I was in Tibet my husband joked that he would not clean the house until the day before I returned. I have no idea how things actually transpired, but when I arrived back home the house and yard were well kept. I complimented him on his hard work. He sighed and said, “Thank you. Do you have any idea… Read More

This morning I was reading a Newsweek article about China’s plan to take advantage of the United States’ apathy in job creation. The statement that left me wondering the most was, “China, for instance, clearly has every intention of leading the world in job creation in the clean-energy sector, pleased that we are a sleeping giant.” -America’s Workers Get Stiffed Again… Read More

It was a gorgeous summer day…not too hot…not too humid. I put on a sleeveless tee shirt, jeans, and sandals and headed out to run my errands. I try to keep in decent shape by working out on weight machines three times a week, gardening, and whatnot. I also try to cut myself some slack for aging like a ripe… Read More

Ive been working on a college paper with a frenzy equal to chocolate cravings during my period. Its not pretty, and my husband has learned to keep a safe distance. During this paper-writing mania I have barely lifted a finger to clean the house. I hate a dirty house, but the cobwebs are actually rather decorative, and Halloween is only… Read More