Monday, September 29, 2014

Why yes we DO have a new puppy at our house . . .

And I write about her here.

I'll get off my lazy rear and post some pictures tomorrow.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

An odd clothing-related moment

So, you see women wearing leggings and at the same time you hear things like LEGGINGS AREN'T PANTS which (obi) means there's a right way and a wrong way to approach the leggings situation.

Anyway, I recently bought some leggings from my Avon lady because who doesn't?  And I wore them to TKE the other night (I'm back on the schedule these days) with a longish shirt and yes.  Of course.  Shoes.

But suddenly I wondered if I'd gotten it wrong?  Did it look like I had forgotten something?  Like a skirt?  So I asked a customer if it looked like I was wearing clothes to her to her.

She said yes.

Which put both of our minds at ease.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

A few things I don't understand

1.  Why I still feel so busy even though all my kids are gone and I don't have three paper routes anymore--

2.  What the hell Mayor Becker had in mind when he did that crazy stuff on Third South.
"Progressive" does not have to equal "noodles for brains"--

3.  Who MSNBC thinks they're reaching with their youth-oriented programs (Ronan Farrow, The Cycle, etc.) in the middle of the day.  HEY, MSNBC!  ONLY OLD LADIES FOLDING LAUNDRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY ARE WATCHING!  LIKE ME!

Feel free to add to my grumpy list.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Football and tender times

I spent Saturday with the Coach and TRQ.  The Coach spoke at his best friend's funeral in Kaysville, and so it was all tender times.  His friend, btw, was the dentist we used to visit in San Leandro when I was a kid.  He and my dad met at USU where they played football and forged a friendship that lasted years and years.

Anyway, after the funeral my parents and I went to Paradise Bakery and ate squash soup, which suddenly made me feel the like the oldest person in the world.  Me.  Eating a little squash soup at 3:00 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon.  To keep my strength up.

We did a lot of remembering about DeVan (the dentist) who loved football even more than he loved teeth.  So then my parents and I talked about football--what's happening now and how much things have changed, which led to this exchange.

THE COACH:         I wonder if football will even be around fifty years from now.

ME:                          No football?  Well, I hope I'm dead by then.

THE COACH:         I'm pretty sure I will be.

Mortality, don't you know.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Louise and her iPad

Yesterday Louise Plummer and I had a serious talk about depression yesterday while eating Indian Food at Saffron Valley because apparently you're never too depressed to eat Tandoori chicken or vegetable korma.  When we were finished, Louise said, "Let's take a selfie with my iPad to show everyone what depressed writers look like."  So I said fine.

Here's the result.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

I did it!

I wrote a column about gray hair.

Thanks for your input!