The Gray Muskrat

The other day Husband drove 45 minutes to get his hair cut. If you’re thinking red-and-white barber pole, think again. Nope. The place he goes serves Scotch while you get your hair cut. He’s what you might call hoity-toity when it comes to his drinks–and his hair.  But that’s...

Faking it

Sometimes I feel like a big old fake. I’m chugging along, acting like I at least sort of have it all together. I mean, I shower daily, I put on clean clothes each day and I at least present the facade of knowing what I’m doing. But here’s a...

Falling off the weight-loss wagon

It was a dark and stormy night…and our protagonist (that’s me) got up to let out her dogs, who apparently didn’t care that it was raining and blowing outside and still insisted they had to go to the bathroom. Now our protagonist is up and at ’em and it’s...

Happy National Crappy Dog Day

So yesterday was National Dog Day or some variation of that title. Scrolling through Facebook, I was bombarded with pictures of my friends’ cute, furry, well-mannered pups. You may have posted a photo of your own dog or gaggle of dogs. And to that I say, “Good for you!”...

The little things

Most of the time, the little things are really the big things in disguise. This is something that’s becoming more and more apparent to me the older I get. And something I need to be more cognizant of in my everyday interactions with others. Because you never know when...

To sleep, perchance to dream

I can't have nice relaxing dreams about floating on the lake or listening to the waves of the ocean crash gently against the shore. Instead I have to create dreams where even non-stressful events become anxiety-producing productions. ...

Better vs. Worse in my old age

Apparently "Sleep" is something I should just leave off my to-do list. It's just not happening. I'm also noticing many of my neighbors are just getting home at 2 a.m. They must lead WAY more exciting lives than I do. (And that's a-okay with me.)So this morning I am...

Being a mom is hard

Friends, I’ve been up since 1 a.m. after going to bed at 10:30. If you have to ask, yes, it was those damn dogs again. This time it involved a LOUD Otto who had to go out and then proceeded to bark incessantly at what I can only hope...