So, who wants to Roomba? I have finally found something that lives up to the hype, stays the course, and yet, doesn’t require constant praise after a job well done.
How is it possible, we know so little about our parents and grandparents and even great-grandparents? Here is the answer – we never asked that question.
Ahhh…..The Golden years, the years of relaxation, taking it easy, enjoying hobbies, and living the good but simple life. Wrong……. What happened in last 30 days? My friends, a new word has entered the dictionary and our daily language, COVID-19. The Golden years began...
Usually my blogs contain information or stories that relate to, well, just getting older, but a man died a few weeks ago who I conjured as a hero.
I love the billboards on the side of the highway that read, “Hey! Are you moving? Call us!”, and then the wonderfully warm and fuzzy names that come along with these priceless advertisements: My Sons Movers, My Four Sons and Mom, and a personal favorite, Hunky College Guys Movers.
The holidays are over, the presents are put away, and we are looking forward to Groundhog Day, Valentines Day, and of course, the tax season!
It seems the world has been full of bad news and there must be some way to make ourselves feel better, right? So, what do I do? I read the comic strips.
Another holiday faux pas—using family time to tell an aging parent that maybe they ought to give up their car keys.
What a show and what an example our “adult” parents are setting for their kids. Parents screaming at the umpires, screaming at their kids, yelling at other parents and generally just being obnoxious