Glory Bee Attitudes

My husband and I decided to try a local eatery tonight since we'd heard good things about it. We've also been sent some fundraising flyers where this restaurant donates percentages of its proceeds to charities at certain times.  We were pleasantly surprised by the food and the service and we'll go there again, especially when there are fundraisers we want to support, but also just when we get a pasta jones. The parking there leaves quite a bit to be desired.  There were no spots available except on the end where a big truck was parked over the line, taking up 2 spaces.  It was pouring down rain.  The driver of the truck was sitting there talking on the phone and surely witnessed my struggles as I had to do quite a bit of maneuvering to fit at all.  It was difficult for me to get out but my husband could hop onto the curb.  He went over to the truck and asked the driver if he would pull over so I could get out of the car.  The driver refused and said "I was h

I can't stop watching Celebrity Apprentice.  I know I'm addicted.  Last night was a three hour train wreck or shall I say shark jump that had me hooked for all 180 minutes minus commercials. This has been a season of Trump "firsts".  He's breaking many of his own rules and it sometimes makes for good television, sometimes bad.  Take the rehiring of Latoya Jackson, for example.  The woman was fired basically because she had laryngitis and NeNe had a bigger mouth than she did.  Ne Ne who Star pitted against Latoya, even though they had this Kumbaya moment with mother star minding the daycare and became best buds.  But I digress.  More about Ne Ne later. And a little more about Star.  Because a little Star goes a long way. Another rule breaker was when Trump let the beautiful Niki Taylor say "you have to fire me".   In past seasons he has severely berated project managers who took that stance. But, oh, Niki was so noble and so fine and so off the hook. T

After my mother passed away in 1996, my sister brought me some remembrances. The one I treasured most was my mother's old Bulova watch. My father had bought it for her many years before. She always wore it with pride especially when she dressed up. When I got married, she slipped it to me to wear on my wedding day as my "something borrowed". Not long after Ginger passed the watch to me, I wrote this poem that pretty much sums up my feelings about it: Mother's Watch It graced my mother's graceful arm Like her, it had a special charm With that same watch I pass the time As mother did while in her prime I have a special picture in the movie of my mind Of mother glancing at its hands And sometimes now I find I look down its antique face And its Nineteen Fifty Five We're waiting at the bus stop And my mother's still alive Somehow I have become her And I feel her special charm As I wear the watch that one time graced My mothers' gra