Out of breath.
Locked in the closet hoping my husband has gone away.
Ear to the door I’m checking for any sound that might indicate his presence.
It’s been 5 minutes since I last checked. Surely he has given up.
Somewhere out there, he’s stalking around the house with a Jack Nicholson crazy eye and a completely loaded, ice-cold, water filled, SUPER SOAKER, waiting to exact his revenge.
He’s so over the top, all this because someone (maybe me, ok.. me) was shooting rubber bands at him while he tried to watch his college football.
These are the moments I love ❤️.
My blog is about sharing the educational, inspirational and funny moments of life. I enjoy sharing the funny moments most, and while I’ve already shared this story on Facebook, Snap chat, and at work, I feel like I’m leaving my readers out, and I must share.
Every dog lover knows that dogs like and NEED walks. Dogs like exploring, and they NEED to expend energy.
Pent up energy is what causes nervous habits for dogs, like chewing shoes, walls, door frames, excessive barking, etc.
While I know Lucky, my hundred pound Lab/bulldog mix, enjoyed and needed the walks, there were days that I just didn’t feel like I had the time or energy for a 30 min to hour long walk.
So, I decided on a quick fix. Use the bicycle to walk the dog. Continue reading
English is not mom’s first language and though she can speak English well, she sometimes gets her words mixed up.
When teaching people how to crochet, she will often point to a book and tell them to look at the diaphragm.
Sometimes she helps with groceries and buys paper toilet for the bathrooms and Fruit of the Loops for breakfast. Continue reading
My mom is easy to make happy. Brunch, dinner, shopping (window shopping), a movie or a new plant will usually make her day. Every now and then we make time some of this and have a mother/daughter date.
Her favorite thing to do is watch a good movie. You can count on her to go watch a movie with you when no one else wants to go. Especially if it’s 3-D. Continue reading
About 5 years before my mother retired she asked if she could live with me. It was important to her to spend time with me because she missed time with me growing up. The first year that she lived with me I kept constant watch on her, worried there might be a sudden decline in health or that she might go through depression. Continue reading