So glad you stopped in. Feel free to look around. Please excuse the dust in the corners, it’s been awhile since we’ve cleaned over there. Oh, and you probably saw the sidebar hasn’t been updated in… um… well, let’s not go into that right now. The thing is, we deeply appreciate your visit here today… Read More Welcome to Our Little Blog
Mine’s so clean you can eat off it! But please, don’t eat off it, okay? I just mopped. (Use a table why don’t you?) The other day a coworker and I were discussing kitchen floors, as you do, and I told her something I’ve never told anyone before. That being, my method for cleaning said… Read More Bet My Kitchen Floor is Cleaner Than Your Kitchen Floor
Our school’s homecoming was this past weekend. To promote it, as they do every year, our Student Government ordered t-shirts and passed them out to Admin and other staff. Personally, I’m on the “thanksbutnothanks” list. Meaning I missed out on this one: The Homecoming theme was “Under the Sea”, so the front of the shirt… Read More Under the Sea and Over Their Heads
I was at Gammage the other night. That’s how we say it in Arizona: “I was at Gammage.” Old timers might say, “I was at Grady Gammage,” but most of us don’t bother with the full name. If a big Broadway show is coming to Phoenix, you can be sure it will be at Gammage… Read More When Girls Kiss at Gammage
Last week in an article in the New York Times, columnist Laura Collins Hughes referred to a recent performance of Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. No, not that performance. The one Hughes spoke of was at an all-girls high school. Not only were all the roles played by girls, the word “man” was changed to “girl” throughout… Read More On Philosophy, Pronouns, and Stoic Women
At work last week, one of the Attendance clerks was wearing the prettiest blue top you ever did see. But when I was in the Break room with her, before the school bell rang, she admitted something. The top was brand-new; she bought it at Ross. Brought it home, was cutting the tags off and…… Read More Girl Talk in the Break Room
When I was young, my mother had a standing appointment every Saturday with Linda the Hairdresser. I’d sit in one of the chairs, waiting, listening to the women chatter and complain about men. You know. The usual stuff. Occasionally Linda the Manicurist (everyone was named Linda back then) would do my nails. I think she… Read More Beauty Salons Make Me Nervous. Here’s Why.
As I was out and about this last weekend enjoying enduring the holiday shopping madness, I couldn’t help but notice the variety of winter sleepwear available to women. The reason I couldn’t help noticing is that Husband has an uncanny knack for parking by entrances leading straight into lingerie departments. It’s like some sort of… Read More A Guide to Women’s Sleepwear, Winter Edition