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I can feel the cold. It surrounds my house; seeping in through the crappy windows installed when we built knew more than a decade ago. Isn’t it amazing how a window company stays in business for decades when they manufacture crap windows, have crap retail service and send out crap installers to put in their windows? I don’t know how they pull it off. Anyway, my rant today isn’t about crap windows;… Read More

Where did it go? My children began their summer break from school 11 weeks ago. Days were filled with family, friends, sunshine and accomplishment. Highlights include time spent at Lake Michigan, local parks, the zoo and a gracious friend’s pool. Now, 8 days remain until the 2013-2014 school year begins. That checklist of school-prep action items is now taking center stage.

It’s been a while. My hiatus wasn’t even intended. But, then I looked. My most recent blog post is dated  July 26. I compare this blog community faux pas to those ancient days when I failed miserably as a snail-mail pen pal. While I like writing, I am just not a letter-writer. So, that’s my first excuse for being such a lousy summer blog pal. The next five are … 1. Katniss… Read More

Hot summer fun limited me to a mere post this week. My apologies. In honor of members from my big, beautiful family gathering —  at a beautiful lake in the middle of Michigan — to eat, drink, and party. He shoot Coca Cola He say I know you, you know me One thing I can tell you is You got to be free Come together, right now Over me — Paul McCartney and… Read More

Purple Haze was in my brain, lately things don’t seem the same, actin’ funny but I don’t know why ‘scuse me while I kiss the sky. — Jimi Hendrix I don’t know about you. But, for me, summer just wouldn’t sound the same without listening to legendary guitar riffs from Jimi Hendrix. His lyrics and melodies always make it easier to wait for some delicious ribs to smoke up all hot and… Read More

Issa, Riff and I sprinted through Week 1 of summer break. It was a streak of hot, warped-speed fun, which included … pancake mornings, swim suit afternoons, and scorching-hot evenings that called for grilling out whenever possible. After-hours indulgences include ice-cold Bell’s Oberon long-necks, Hard Luck Candy Rootbeer Flavored Vodka on the rocks, Cherry ICEEs and Rock of Ages. critter camp at Burgess-Shadbush Nature Center. Issa continued her exploration of reptiles, amphibians, insects… Read More

My timing is way off. Plus, I owe you an apology for not writing my Bonus Post in honor of Lyric Status Friday last week. But, the lyrics playing in my head tonight are synonymous with all the young minds that are now free from the confines of school for a couple months. I can identify no matter how old I am and how distant those days seem to be. No more… Read More

Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love My love is rotten to the core Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love Just like I told you before, yeah before — Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, Michael Anthony, David Lee Roth Some songs trigger replays or even fantasies. Van Halen‘s Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love is one that places me on any number of Michigan’s infamous beaches; playing in the sand and surf while drinking Bell’s Oberon on a hot,… Read More

When you can’t give no more They want it all but you gotta say no I’m turnin’ off the noise that makes me crazy Lookin’ back with no regrets To forgive is to forget I want a little piece of mind to turn to Be good to yourself when, nobody else will Oh be good to yourself You’re walkin’ a high wire, caught in a cross fire Oh be good to yourself… Read More

Despite my rantings on here, I am a bit stoked to admit there are only four point five days until my children break loose from school for summer vacation. I am not immune to feeling the end-of-school vibe, which started beating through the entire neighborhood at the beginning of May. What about you? I can’t help but feel a bit of nostalgia. First, I watched a live production of Xanadu last Saturday,… Read More