Roller Coasters & The Meaning Of Life

Men In Black Exhibit/Ride Yesterday we went to Universal and Harry Potter in Orlando. It was a day of butter beer and heat, bangers and mash and whirly twirley rides. Photos and fruit cups, we ate and screamed our way through the park, and even after 9 hours we still had not seen it all. Miranda (by now you must know she is my adorable step daughter) knows her way through the parks so Mark

What Your Hair Color Says About Everyone Else:Blonde vs. Brunette

As  Father Time marched on, he march right over top of me and left his snowy boot print in my hair. Consequently, by age 30 I began the fight against grey. By age 40 the troops were retreating and now at age 50 the troops have gone AWOL and I am now at least 75% grey. I take after my father's side of the family which is Spanish, Italian and Irish/British. Every grandchild looks like my

Harry Potter and the Salvation of a Generation

EXPELLIARMUS! INCENDIO! EXPECTO PATRONUM!I Using my grandmother's broom to play "Bewitched" as a child, I never thought, nearly half a century later, I would have charms and spells to disarm my opponent, start a fire with my wand, or create a patronus (look it up). But there you have it, those Latin sounding words J.K. Rowling so deftly made up can do all those things, and more, in the

I Don't Know

Quick... Adam and Eve or Evolution? Big Bang or Creation? How old is Earth? Was there a "Noah's Flood"? And the questions go on... "Do you believe in God?" "I am spiritual but not religious." "What does that mean?" "It means I believe in something but not what is in the Bible." "Then you worship trees or Satan or something?" "No, I believe in a God that is different

Romanceland

Sometimes, just a simple question can be a loaded time bomb. Tonight I had to decided whether to pull the pin or leave that particular grenade alone. I pulled the pin. My lovely 17-year-old  is spending the end of the summer with us so she is here every night. She has been dating a boy that has caused her some angst; some his doing, some not. While in her mis-matched jammies, towel

Ch..Ch..Ch..Changes.....

Born to go fast. Finally have photos for those of you who have been asking...me with blond hair and the changes we have done to the house recently. The first three need no caption, just me as a blond. Please don't tell me you like me better as a brunette. I do too, and have always identified myself partly by my being a brunette. But when Mother nature replaces the brown with grey and Clairol

PC in DC

When I grew up a couple (ahem) decades ago in the Washington, D.C. suburbs, Billy Kilmer was the quarterback for the Redskins, we actually won a game or two, and I have fond memories of, the gods forgive me, my father in a construction paper head dress doing an "Indian dance" in front of the TV, all of us singing "Hail to the Redskins". Now if you think the NAME is bad, look at the lyrics to

Ya Can't Fight Crazy With Crazy

To try to convey all my thoughts and feelings on what has happened to the Republican Party over the last decade would be an entire book in and of itself. The highlights are such; for some reason the elected Republicans and their media shills became lying, paranoid infants when Obama took office, having felt unlimited power at their fingertips prior to that via the misnomer, The Patriot Act.