Thursday, July 17, 2014


A few weeks ago I was introduced to a "college" drinking game. (Yes, I said "college". You may think I'm to old for college games, but at least I'm drinking age.) After a few rounds of playing I knew I had to have this game. The name of the game is Beersbee and it consists of a beer bottle on a post that you try to knock off with a frisbee. The most important rule of the game is that you must have a beer in one hand at all times. After several sleepless nights dreaming about how I was going to design/create the game, my husband and I took on the challenge of carving them to replicate beer bottles. We busted out the chainsaw, chisel and hammer, grinder, sander and a few Band-Aids to achieve our vision. I paid homage to a couple of my favorite beers that also happen to sport my favorite football team colors. This weekend I will get a chance to play Beersbee with my faithful teammate Laura. We are wicked competitors even though we have never won a game. (We can catch the hell out of the Frisbee, but we can't hit the bottle.) We really don't care, we just have a lot of fun letting the other team win.
Disclaimer: No beer was ingested while operating the power tools.




Thursday, July 10, 2014


I've self-diagnosed myself with ADWD. The first sign that I knew I had it was my procrastination to start the task at hand and then being distracted by everything. After an afternoon of trying to focus I only got half the task accomplished. I was like a dog running a squirrel up a tree or chasing it's tail. I was always busy but really not getting anything done. Are you asking yourself, "What the heck is ADWD?" ADWD is Attention Deficit Weeding Disorder. I believe I may have ADCD too ... Attention Deficit Cleaning Disorder. During my inattentiveness to do my weeding, I wandered around and took some pictures of things that were distracting me.


Tuesday, July 1, 2014


Last Wednesday a passenger in  a taxi heading for Times Square leaned over to ask the driver a question and gently tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate window.

For a few moments everything was silent in the cab. Then, the shaking driver said "Are you OK? I'm so sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me."

The badly shaken passenger apologized to the driver and said, "I didn't realize that a mere tap on the shoulder would startle someone so badly"

The driver replied, "No, no, I'm the one who is sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my very first day driving a cab.

I've been driving a hearse for the past 25 years."