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That's a typical lunch in Kentucky. Ok, just kidding. It's what I had for lunch one day. Little miss health food here. Gosh, it was good.
Ale 8 One is the local soft drink, created, made and bottled in Winchester, my hometown. In fact, I'm staying in the founder's son's first wife's home, so there's plenty of Ale 8 around! All sugar and caffeine, we were raised on it. Not by my parents – they forbade its consumption. As little kids, we only got Ale 8 . . . → Read More About BBQ Chips, Ale 8 One, two Oreos and a Twinkie
Both my mother and my dog were in the hospital this past weekend. That kinda thing makes it pretty stressful around here. To tell you the truth, I was more worried about my dog.
Why was Nana (my mother) in the hospital? Because she TOOK TOO MANY TYLENOL. This tells me two things:
#1 The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and
#2 Apparently my mother doesn't read my blog.
She took all that acetaminophen because her hip was hurting her and her doctor said, "Take . . . → Read More About Copycats
When we first moved here, of all the people we thought might come to visit wild and woolly Costa Rica, Mam, Hal's mom, would be the very last. Not just because she had never shown particular interest in traveling to foreign lands, but because she had been quite ill during the preceding year. She was a shadow of her former self, a mere slip of a girl at 79 years old, quite frail, frequently needing oxygen.
Eh, those minor details didn't . . . → Read More About Mam
She came, she conquered, she threw herself – body and soul – at Costa Rica living, then she left. I’ll get the most obvious problem out of the way first: me. Me ‘n her. If my mom and I were the same age and not related, we’d be best friends. Along with Gayle, her actual best friend who I also adore. The three of us would tear it up.
But we aren’t the same age, and she . . . → Read More About The Mommy Chronicle
It is 2am and I am up far too late… but I had to take a look at a YouTube link sent a couple of days ago from my friend, Jan. OH MY GOD: thank you, Jan!!!! It’s almost not even funny, it brings tears to my eyes, it’s so true. SO SO nice I’m not the only one who says this stuff!! And apparently she’s a pastor’s wife! Praise the Lord.
So Mom takes off to do a little exploring. She’s been dying to see Ciudad Colon [see-ooo-DAHD co-LONE... only she says see-YOU-dahd... makes me nuts]. She drives over there, looks around, loves it (she loves everything) and heads back. You have to drive through Santa Ana*on the way to Ciudad Colon, and back.
On the way back, she’s not exactly sure she’s headed to Santa Ana. She pulls over to a bus stop and asks the old man sitting there, "Santa Ana?" and points vigorously with her finger in the assumed direction.
The old man brightens up and says, . . . → Read More About Do You Know The Way To Santa Ana?
"I’ve worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty." - Groucho Marx in Monkey Business
Somewhere over the rainbow, there is no place like La Carpio. No place at all. My visit last Wednesday was so overwhelming, I’m having a hard time putting everything into words coherently. You know, like I usually do.
. . . → Read More About La Carpio
Compared to the hundreds of people who lost their homes and histories to the recent floods in the U.S. and to Dean in the Caribbean, Mom’s adventure in Mexico was a snap. Not that the overpriced hellhole run by moronic cretins is off the hook. But some of the fire is gone. Compared to recent victims of Mother Nature, Mom is in excellent shape. For her, there is no lasting damage.
We got home late last night. She’s fine, she loved having me there… even pissed, I’m fun. She, however, spent most of everyday in bed, recovering, sleeping. . . . → Read More About Home Again
Mexico, that is. Mayan Palace is no Ugly Duckling. Darn it.
Big time. And the cretins who run the place are immune to Whoop Ass. So far, I am left with name-calling. But I’m not done scheming for a bit of tasy revenge. I don’t need much. Just $520 worth. Not even including the $50 for the bus ticket they told her to buy that she could not use. Not including the $200 for my plane ticket to come rescue her. Not including anything for her pain, stress and suffering which was plenty and plenty unnecessary. Nope: just $520 worth.
Because $520 is the amount mom had to spend seeking . . . → Read More About Mayan Palace Sucks
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