Tag Archives: musings of the amusing muse
How does the saying go? “It’s supposed to be hard. If it was easy, everyone would do it.” That’s what breaking bad habits is like and last week’s post seems to have struck a chord with a lot of readers.
Stress is a bitch. A cold, hard bitch – which is also a great song, but I digress. Some years back I had a moment of realization that I had gotten fat. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, … Continue reading
I’d been warned… for years. The pain. The humiliation. The discomfort. Nobody, however, warned me that I’d get a phone call telling me to not apply lotions, oils, deodorants, or powders. It was time: my first mammogram.
I’m not generally an early, or enthusiastic, adopter of new technology. The words, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” typically rattle around my head when I see something shiny and new on the television or in stores. There is, … Continue reading
Perhaps it is just being a woman of a certain age. Perhaps it’s having grown up with a single, dial telephone in the house until I was a teenager. Maybe it’s even the fact that the internet-for-the masses didn’t really … Continue reading
The other week I was driving back from a conference I attended, and I decided to stop off for some frozen custard to bring home. Since this is Wisconsin, it’s not difficult to find a Culver’s, which I did and … Continue reading
Well, Hello, there. Nice to see you. Sit back, relax, have a warm beverage (it’s probably cold where you are).