Car Door

This happened in 1999 when my daughter was about fifteen or sixteen years old. I'm still driving that Camry!

While I was upstairs dealing with the puppy, which must not hear well since she doesn’t mind at all, My Daughter backed out of the garage without closing the rear passenger door. Ugh! Major damage to my car, but didn’t hurt the garage. I drove around town the next day with the door partly open. It was closed at the bottom enough to catch, but the top was warped so badly it left a gap. People blew their horns at me while sitting at red lights, and yelled to me that my back door was open, so I taped a note to it that read, “We know – teenage driving hazard.” Today it looked like rain so we tied it shut with an electrical cord, and used duct tape to close the gap. If there are two things I can’t live without, it would be WD-40 and duct tape. WD-40 if it’s stuck; duct tape if it’s flapping - keeps many marriages and households running smoothly.

I can’t really fuss at My Daughter too much about her accident. I backed out of the garage without raising the door a few years ago. We not only had car damage, but house damage too! Mentioning damage, Annie is growing fast and she is strong as an ox! I wish she would leave the blind dog alone. Indi can’t defend herself against such a goof ball as Annie.

Wild Dog

Let me preface this by saying that this occurred in 1999. I do not have a new puppy right now in 2009, so in lieu of sympathy cards, cash donations may be sent to my bank account. Call me if you need the address.

We have a new puppy named Annie. She is an 11-week-old Weimaraner. We could not pass by Pass Pets. I daily question my sanity. Someone told me recently that my life sounded like a soap opera. I reminded them that they are a playing a lead role. So the drama continues on Wacho Woman’s Wild World. My life doesn’t seem all that unusual to me. What is normal anyway? I had my hair colored this week. It is very red, somewhat orange with golden blonde highlights. It reminds me of a stick of Fruit Stripes chewing gum. It took 3 hours to do the color change and 11 hours of my paycheck, but I love it. One guy walked by me yesterday and stopped suddenly. “Red light!”, he said. Then he walked on laughing. Well, my hairdresser said my hair could stop traffic.

My Daughter is still working at Kroger, K-Rogers as she calls it. Now that she has a job, she also has a checking account, or should I say a bouncing account. But at least she gets mail each week from her friends at the bank. They want $40 to cover for two bounced checks. I guess my daughter doesn’t quite have the hang of how an account works.

The Midas Touch?

Almost every young woman I love is pregnant right now. Four of my daughters and a good friend of mine are all expecting this year. My cousin's daughter is also expecting.

Yesterday, I had some friends over for lunch. I had a hunch about one gal and her new hubby so I said to them, "Now that you've been within ten feet of me, and you have been in my house, you may as well stop by the store on the way home and get a pregnancy test kit. I seem to have a magic touch and everyone who gets in my energy field is pregnant."

They had that deer-in-the-headlights look and didn't say anything. They might have thought I was kidding, but I really wasn't.

Later, my friend told me that on the way to my house she had told her husband that she felt strange and hadn't had a period this month. He had suggested they stop on the way home to get a home pregnancy kit.

So, while I await their good news, and watch the dough rise in the other ovens, I'll share this very appropriate photo.

You're Home Early!

I am making baby slings for the five (maybe six) pregnant women in my life. I was trying one on to see if it was going to work. I needed a baby to put in it, but since the babies aren't here yet, I found a Cabbage Patch doll in the closet that my daughter used to play with. I tucked Cabbie into the sling and was wearing the baby when my husband walked in from work.

"Whoa!" he said. "Have a rough day, Honey?"


This photo cracked me up when someone sent it to me in an email. It was perfect for celebrating my Cabbage Patch moment in the sling.