I was reading a post at Tequila Mockingbird, about a friend of the author’s who took the time and trouble last weekend to hand out thank-you cards to the veterans who attended the dedication of the World War II monument in DC. A very simple gesture, yes, but it had to be overwhelming to those… Read More really, it was nothing…

I just now noticed that the Google/Blogger stuff at the top of my page now refers to things related to breast cancer treatment. And that’s fine with me. It’s definitely more important than, say, a Rubik’s Cube, or the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club, or Goode’s World Atlas, or Michael Doss, or Lasko Home Electronic products, or… Read More and another thing…

Hm. Yahoo likes me just fine.

1) Before my self-imposed hiatus, I wrote a heartfelt post about the Komen Race for the Cure in Columbus, my mom’s breast cancer scares, my own dealings with little bumpy things on my skin. I meant every word. Except, apparently, the part about participating in the race. See, it was pretty cold and rainy in… Read More dates comma up

Remember how excited I was to find that Uncle Crappy had been listed on Google? Imagine what a bummer it was to find out, JUST NOW, that my listing has been removed. I suppose it could have something to do with not posting an update for nearly three weeks. It had been so long since… Read More ain’t that a bite in the ass…

I typically don’t do much for Mother’s Day. I send a card every year, and I make sure I call, if Mom happens to be in the country at the time. She seems happy with that arrangement; mostly, she just likes that I’m thinking of her. There is one thing I try to do every… Read More pretty in anything but pink