First the doorbell rang


And I was quite annoyed since whoever it was probably wasn’t heeding my semi-miraculous “No soliciting” sign. (Miraculous when it works.)

Since I still haven’t managed to train my puppies not to run at bark at the doorbell, they called, “There’s someone here, Mom!” as though I didn’t already know from the doorbell.

So much for hiding until they leave.

“Is it someone you know?” I always ask them.

“No,” they said.

At that point, since only a deaf person would believe no one was home, I peeked out the window. I’ve been known to brazenly ignore salesmen even when I know full well they know we’re home. I even walked openly past the window once, until the dude, after several rings, finally took the hint and left.

Not my finest moment.

Or was it?

But when I peeked this time, I knew I had to open the door. There was a cop, with the cop car in the driveway just to confirm.


Hellooooooooooo, officer! (Sorry, hon. Couldn’t resist.)

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Heard one night over the neighbor’s fence


My husband was in the back yard one evening watering the fruit trees. Over the fence, he could see and hear that the neighbor’s trampoline was being put through its paces. Then he recognized the voice of our neighbor down the street, the father of two young boys.


Picture it like this only at night and with real children. And a surrounding net because their parents aren’t barbarians. [Pic from]

“Boys! What are you doing over here? You’re supposed to be in bed! Get back inside quickly before your mother gets home!” Read the rest of this entry

Potty humor


You’ve been warned. Now how many of you clicked this specifically because of the title, hmm??

So, the hubs and I were playing our new favorite game, Bananagrams, when one of the girls tooted nearby. (She did not do so with her mouth, if you know what I mean.) A few minutes later, it happened again.


Toot-toot-adootle-doot. Toot! Toot! [Image from

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So this happened…


There’s a camel farm up a twisty mountain path about an hour from us. The place offers camel rides and an exotic bird show. Who can pass that up? It’s not often one gets a chance to ride a camel around here. And so…


I mean, why not, right?


There go my other two daughters.

There were only two exotic birds. The woman was a bird trainer for the San Diego Safari Park. She put on their bird shows. We watched the toucan catch pieces of papaya she threw to him.


And the cockatiel said hello, sang, danced, and did an impression of someone watching a car race by zooming his head to the side several times as though a car had just whizzed by. It was quite darling. Read the rest of this entry

This is who I came from


Today my Facebook memory brought up this picture of my mom and me at a wedding four years ago. I labeled it, “Having a drink with the woman who taught me how.”


I should HOPE you can guess which of us is which. Now that I see myself with those glasses, are they too big for my face or what? My mom, always a ham, said just before this, “Wait, are you sure I’m in the shot?”

My mom happened to call today and tell me about tripping on the front porch stairs and landing on her hand. My dad brought her ice to help with the swelling. When that melted she asked for more. He informed her, “If I give you more ice, there won’t be enough for your gin and tonic.”

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Momma kitty


My youngest loves cats and kittens. A recent visit to the library netted her this book, which became our bedtime “story.”


Ridiculously cute, am I right?

For kicks and giggles, I was subtly adding words in my “reading voice.”

For instance (not a direct quote from the book): “Cats are fun and playful just like Momma.”

“Cats are beautiful and smart just like Momma.”

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I’ve never claimed to be a good cook


Usually my husband makes the tuna melts. In fact, if I’ve started on my own, he’ll take the spatula from my hand with a smile, and a “I’ve got this, hon.”

But one night he was working late, so I got to make them myself. I didn’t get what the big deal was. The buttered bread slices were happily sizzling while I loaded up the cheese and the tuna mixed with mayo. (I skimped on the pickles, but no one seemed to notice.)


Doesn’t this look delicious? And absolutely nothing like mine. (Image from

Then it was time to flip them.

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