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Conversations with the Dog – (A new continuing series, much to your chagrin)

The part of the dog will be played by my vivid imagination.

Everyone talks to their dog, right? I mean, we live with the furry little (or in this case big) guys every day and share most of our lives with them, so it’s only natural, right? Feel free to jump in any time now with reassuring murmurs.

Well, okay then. I do talk to my dog. And, I believe that he answers, in a canine sort of way.

Case in point: I had prepared for myself a box of brussel sprouts to go along with my ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, as you do. Buster, our family dog had assumed his normal spot next to my chair, hoping, no doubt, for a dropped morsel. And, so, with a mournful glance from his sad, brown, doggy eyes, it began.


Me: I would give you some, but you won’t like this buddy.

Buster: Mom, it smells so good. Pleeeaaase!!!!

Me: Awww buddy you just like the smell of the butter.

Buster: Mom! Mom! Trust me on this!  (Pacing around the kitchen) I love brussel sprouts! 

Me: You don’t either!  

Buster:  Uh huh! I found one in the neighbor’s trash bag the other day and it was awesome!

Me:  Are you sure it was a brussel sprout? And what did I tell you about eating stuff out of people’s garbage cans?

Buster: Yeah, yeah, I’m sure! I need vegetables Mom! Hook me up Mooooommmmm!

*More mournful looks

Me: Okay, (cautiously) Here ya go!

*Puts single brussel sprout on paper plate.

Buster: (playing around with brussel sprout, then slurping it down) Yummmmm!

Me: Wow, really? You liked it?

Buster: Yes yes! Can I have another one?

Me: Okay then!

He ate about 5, before I cut him off. I was a little worried about the effect this might have on his…err…digestive system, (if you know what I mean.)

I immediately had to publish this information on Facebook, because, you know, my dog likes brussel sprouts!

Buster the talking, brussel-sprout-eating dog
Buster the talking, Brussels-Sprout-eating dog

Next week Buster and I will discuss the upcoming Presidential Election.

Nah, not really. Buster told me he’s already sick of hearing all the politicians grandstanding. I hear ya, Buster. I hear ya. Good dog.

Blueberry Breakfast Cake Blues

Food & Drink

I downloaded yet another recipe from Facebook this morning. I’m not entirely sure why I feel compelled to do this, because the chances of me actually busting out the mixing bowl reside somewhere between Kim Kardashian authoring an intelligent thought, and Cleveland winning the World Series this year. Yet, somehow, I have amassed a collection of recipes gleaned from Facebook that are approaching the depth of the Grand Canyon.

The last time I downloaded a recipe from Facebook, it was for some sort of delicious looking blueberry breakfast cake.  Since I had, at that very moment in time, a bowl of fresh blueberries in my refrigerator with nothing better to do than to take up space, I simply knew that this delicious looking breakfast cake was destined to be made.

About six days later, I read the list of ingredients, and realized that I was sorely lacking in buttermilk. No problem.

Three days after that, I went to the grocery store and purchased said buttermilk. I brought it home, where it sat in the refrigerator for another 4 days.

Now, I was ready to make the delicious looking blueberry breakfast cake. The blueberries, on the other hand, had other ideas. They had mostly all gone fuzzy and soft. But hey, it happens to the best of us.

A week later, I went back to the grocery store to acquire more fresh blueberries.

You get the general idea.

Five days later, I was again ready to make the delicious looking blueberry breakfast cake – if only I had some unexpired buttermilk.

expired buttermilkbuttermilk


My family understands my pure intentions.     I think.

I just wish they wouldn’t look in my general direction when their stomachs start growling.

Oh well, time to go make dinner. Does anyone happen to have the number for Pizza Hut?


It truly is a “50 thing”


I’ve decided to launch this site in order to chronicle my adventures as a 50-something person in a young person’s world. I mean for it to be a lighthearted look at the world, and lighthearted comments and anecdotes are encouraged. That said, I will remove any argumentative, mean spirited, or decidedly off-topic comments. Let’s keep this civil, people!

I don’t know how I came to be a 50-something. It just happened. One night I went to bed in my 20’s and BOOM, the next thing I knew, I woke up in my 50’s. At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I still feel young, for the most part, and I believe I act young. Some may feel that “immature” is a better description of my behavior. I proudly admit that I do get the occasional sideways glance.

Topics for this blog will likely include anecdotal family stories, work stories, and some off-the-wall observations because, friends, that’s how I roll. I love my family, enjoy working out, hate doing housework, and always enjoy a great sense of humor. I’ve had my share of struggles with career choices, finances, diet and nutrition, parenting a teenager, and living with an elderly parent. I’ll talk about these topics, and many others from time to time. Whether you are also 50-something, somewhat younger, or somewhat older, I hope you’ll come along for the journey. I promise it will be anything but boring!