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This is an updated post from 2014. It keeps getting better and better!  I have to admit it. I can swear but I try to keep it a secret. I am a total fraud and Google knows it. I found that out after I wrote this article. Now I find out that Dame Judith Dench thinks my choice of words shows courage. Plus Rubber Shoes in Hell is not setting a good example for me. Wow! I know, the word cussing is old fashioned but just work with me here. Cussing is what we called it back in the day. In fact, cussed (cuss-said) was a swear word back then. We would call mean old men those cussed old guys or a dog that bit  that cussed dog . I didn't hear many really bad words in my day. My mother said dang once in a while. But I must have heard some bad words somewhere. My mother claimed I said dammit over and over while I jumped up and down on the bed. I was in trouble for jumping and cussing. It was not a good day in my world. Then I claimed that my Auntie Ardella said it all the time. My Aunti...

Life here at my house continues to be a little wonky! Nothing has changed...ever. That my lovelies is why I am NEVER surprised. See the thing is we just sold our Park Model and the money was passed to us this morning. We scheduled the event day before yesterday. That was the day that we received notice that our new electric fireplace would be delivered before 8:00 pm today. Money and a new fireplace can add up to some pretty ominous stuff. I should have felt the universe lining up all it's little balls and putting them in it's cannon. It knew something was up for sure. I woke this morning feeling so cozy and warm in my bed and could only think how wonderful a hot cup of coffee would be and wandered into the kitchen to get a cup. As I passed the thermostat I noticed that is was only 65 in the house. A bit chilly but if my husband forgot to turn the furnace up, perfectly normal. It is really cold in here,   I announced softly in my morning voice. No kidding he replied sarcastica...

Moose New Flash: Moose Eats 3 lb. Pork Roast Moose is a very big dog...counter height, extremely strong and sweet. He can do what he wants pretty much but the fact that he want to please his humans keeps him from getting in all the trouble could. They went rafting, I went for a drage behind Moose. The fact that he really is in control is something I know from personal experience. Last summer I did  "Moose Sitter" duty while my family went white water rafting. Moose and I were left in a park by the river where there were barbeques and lots of people. The restroom was far away. I wanted to use the restroom, Moose wanted to eat barbeque. It was a tough day for both of us. We were both relieved when his people came back.  So the news that Moose had eaten his family's dinner really came as no surprise. I knew from experience that his stomach can win out over reason. That is why he ate the roast the other night...3 lbs. of pork loin possibly in one gulp. There were no witnesses...

We moved a short distance from our park model in an RV resort. The park model had about 380n sq. ft. Our newer home has over 1000 sq. ft. Here are the pictures of the interior now. We love it.

It has come to me recently that what readers want is to be entertained...they really aren't so much interested in my sleep habits or even my health. They are usually very nice but care? I wonder. We sold our park model today...that made my husband and I very "do the happy dance" happy. We played golf with two very nice people, ate Mexican and drove home. Beautiful Tucson Winter! Tucson showed us that side of itself that makes us wonder why we ever  leave. The colors on the rocks over in Tucson Estates are as glorious as any we have see anywhere in the world. I shared on Swarm with a picture. So there you have it...I feel better because my day was perfect and I just wanted to tell you. But, the question is "Do you care?" We will see. b+

"No, I'm not interested in salvation... but  can I interest you in a glass of wine?" I know I am living in the real world. The Jehovah's Witness ladies came to call this morning...before I was even dressed. It has been so long since that has happened that I was surprised they still did that! We exchanged a very few words and we were done. It was kinda nice! See, I have lived in upscale condos, 55+ neighborhoods and even an RV resort with a guard. The Witness people don't usually visit in those places. Now we live in a middle class neighborhood with townhouses and people, young and old, that work hard. There are no gates or any upscale anything. It is just real people living in a real place. I like that a lot. The real world works for me...even when the Jehovah's Witness get me out of bed. I probably sleep too much anyway. Where do you live? b+

Being older has its perks, but I wish people would stop treating me like I’m two steps from a dirtnap. I’m only 55! This made me giggle. I remember thinking this same thing when I was 55. Now that I am older, I am not sure if anyone will notice when I am two steps from the dirt-nap. I think that sooner or later someone would wonder why I slept so much but it is not a given. The truth of the matter is I have faced that fact that I am old. Just because I don't feel old doesn't change a thing. In fact, I see it as my job to change the definition of "old" by example. We take our pictures from a distance now. What does old mean to you? Wrinkled Smart Experienced Elegant Retired Grandparent Traveler Useful Volunteer Sick Feeble Adventurer Wise Ready for the "Dirt Nap" I would mark out 3 of these things and wrinkled is NOT one of them. But then that is just me. You may have a different idea. Think about it and let me know...and please make me giggle. I need a good ...