Category Archives: kvetching
Life is funny sometimes. Other times, it tries to give me a heart attack.
Our ’03 Ford Ranger (the kids named it Bart, as an acronym for Big Red Truck) needs a new rear end. We thought it just needed a new differential bearing(s?) and had it sitting in the garage since the beginning … Continue reading
You did what?
For several days I had been planning to share a photo of my beloved son, who decided on Sunday that come hell or high water, he was going to learn to ride his bike without the infernal training wheels. He … Continue reading
Sometimes I wonder
I wonder what is wrong with people. Are they really as lazy as they appear, or are they just unbearably oblivious to how their actions might come across to others. Maybe they really have no understanding about how to do … Continue reading
On the one hand, I’m feeling very happy. Mr Deplume and I are going away for the weekend with friends. It should be a lot of fun. We’ll take pictures and shop and eat and have a great time. The … Continue reading
This isn’t funny, Mother Nature.
It’s March 29. Last night, after a horrible gloomy day of rain, we got snow. Five inches of wet snow. Just like that, all my hope for spring is dashed. I awoke this morning to find that we are back … Continue reading
I hate Directv right now. A lot.
Directv emailed me a couple of months ago, telling me that I needed a new dish and receiver, because they were switching satellites. I made an appointment for today between 12 and 4. I was pleasantly surprised when the guy … Continue reading
Slump
I’ve attempted to bake bread about 4 times this month, and it has gone poorly each time, for different reasons. I used to be good at it. I’ve tried two different yeast recipes (one is my old standby) and banana … Continue reading
brrrrr!
Last night I went to bed, knowing that we were in the midst of a wind storm, and that the first bone fide frost was on its way. I awoke a couple of times in the night thinking, “it sure … Continue reading
Note to self:
Dear Norm, You have small, uncooperative veins. When you mention to the phlebotomist at the church’s blood drive that you are difficult to stick, and she looks at you with a little bit of fear in her eyes and says, … Continue reading