If anyone knows why I’m laughing, sobbing and screaming simultaneously, give me a clue.
I suffered a mishap the other night.
I spent three days with my grandson Carter.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”~ Sun Tzu, Chinese general and author of “The Art of War.”
I have issues with the Easter Bunny.
A pox is upon our house. The flu, actually, but it might as well be bubonic plague. And it struck down not me, but my beloved.
Me and my teeth operate under an armed truce. I don’t like them, but I need them.
It was only a matter of time before somebody got a little crazy and pulled a stunt like this.
I am absolutely floored by TV commercials these days. How about you?
I took a ride to Myrtle Beach this past weekend. Thankfully, I didn’t have to drive. My colleague, Frank, handled those honors.
My name is Julie, and I have a condiment problem.
You can’t go home again, according to Thomas Wolfe. But you can drive past it on the interstate and wave (according to me.)
The year 2014 wasn’t an easy one at Crazy Acres. My husband, Widdle Baby, and I buried my mom, his mom and his step-father.
Other than Superman, Star Strek’s Mr. Spock was my favorite action hero growing up.
My best friend said if I smiled for 60 seconds it would be impossible to have a negative thought.
If you have a job in the tri-county area, the odds are good that you commute to work. (Unless your job is being a full-time wife and mother, in which case you don’t commute because YOUR WORK NEVER ENDS.)
Marriage counselors say there are two main causes of divorce: Sex and money. I nominate a third: the thermostat wars.
We are not projected to receive any ice this week.
I do an inward cringe every time I hear a grocery store or department store sales associate say, “One size fits all.”
I make lists. Every single day. Lists for chores, lists for appointments, lists for groceries, lists for goals, lists for errands, lists of places I want to see before I die, and lists of every possible clothing combination in my closets. (Which is how I realized that tube tops don’t go with ANYTHING, but I have eight outfits for a funeral. …
Our dog has cost us more than my college education. Granted, it was in-state tuition 35 years ago, but still.
Remember the theme song from the Mary Tyler Moore show, “Love is All Around”? Lately the title could be “Flu is All Around.” It’s hit our families, friends, neighbors and co-workers.
By the time you read this I will have finished my latest novel, “A Faerie’s Tear,” that is due for publication on Feb. 1, and will debut at the Berkeley Reads Tri-County literary celebration “Meet the Authors!” at Dean Hall at Cypress Gardens on Feb. 7.
Coyotes, like armadillos, are now apparently everywhere. And by “everywhere” I mean near my house.
For as long as I’ve been an adult, I’ve struggled with adult fashion. It’s just not practical.