Saturday, March 23, 2013


As a child, my room was covered in Winnie the Pooh characters. My mother's boyfriend was an artist. He was a generous man with his time and talents.

He painted a mural over the sink so my mother had a view while doing dishes. (Even though he did them, too.) He sketched Winnie the Pooh characters in my furniture and painted them. He made a painting as big as my three year old self with all the Winnie the Pooh characters.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

What You See and What You Don't

Everyone you meet has hidden depths. Some have more challenges than you will ever guess. They disguise them. They ignore them. They live with them.

I'm one of those people.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Dating Profiles

I know a single guy who is moving to another city. While he's fairly social, he's been in the same place and near family for a while. Moving somewhere new will mean meeting new people. Some of them female people. I have it on good authority that he's not always great at noticing when women are interested in him*. So, I've suggested on-line dating but there is the problem of creating dating profiles....

*There's a story that his married friends have to tell him when he's being hit on in bars. Clearly this is a man who needs a little help! Given that I'm handy with words, I offered to make him up a few profiles.

(Advance warning - this is an odd entry and may be unsuitable for small children)

Monday, March 11, 2013

The Rules

My ex likes to joke that I live my life based on so many rules, I have no freedom. He's wrong about this (and many other things). I live by rules but very few:

- Try to treat others as you would be treated
- If you can't carry your own baggage, you've got too much
- At the party, know where you want to be when the "fun" breaks out
- Follow through with what you say you'll do (always)
- No recipe should ever have more than 5 ingredients (spices don't count)

Sunday, March 3, 2013


"You have good taste in....". It usually translates to compatible taste. It's actually a judgement on your taste. I tend to be more accepting. Your taste is yours - no better or worse than mine. It's simply yours. And I accept it as such.