Mamacita says: I can remember being really little, and I can remember my parents playing with me. (Those are my parents; aren’t they pretty?) They played with me whenever they could, but it wasn’t very often. I can remember Mom … Continue reading
Mamacita says: It’s that time again. That’s right; it’s finals week. Oh wait, that wasn’t what I meant to say. It’s that time again. The morel mushrooms are here. My husband still speaks wistfully of the day he and the … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I’d like to tell you that my fashion sense has improved since I wrote this post so long ago, but even though I’ve awoken somewhat to what people are wearing these days, I’m still a flat-out C minus … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Several years ago, we cleaned out the garage because it was so full of “stuff,” we couldn’t even park a car in there. For a while, all was well. When the weather got cold, I parked the car … Continue reading
Oh jeepers gee WHILIKERS, one of my posts has been syndicated on my wondrous BlogHer! ======== Mamacita says: Okay, so, today’s what, the 15th? It’s time for another politically incorrect rant! Be warned, oh overly-sensitive types born without the ability … Continue reading
. . . and my mind’s eye – ever more astute than the two regular eyes – still sees scenes like this whenever I look out the living room window in the fall. Empty Nest Syndrome. ENS. Certifiable in all … Continue reading