I have been blog “tagged” by my mother, affectionately known as The Radish (www.grandmere.typepad.com) who was tagged by her cyber friend Sue Hepworth, a British author who somehow found my mother’s blog and sometimes writes in. Sue’s website is www.suehepworth.com.
Here are the rules:
- Post the rules on your [...]
Entries from April 2008
April 28, 2008
Tag Sale
April 24, 2008
Plucked Up Close
I was too inept to post this photo at the same time as the other but here are the Laundry Ducks up close:
It’s Thursday and I am out the door, late for my bowling league.
April 22, 2008
Earth Day
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust …. Yesterday Thing 3 and I commended her turtle, Tiny Tina, to a muddy grave lined with camellia blossoms. Amen. I have never liked turtles, a Chinese auspicious symbol of longevity, ever since I received one on my 5th birthday from Elizabeth Gregorio as [...]
April 18, 2008
Wannabe but Not Quite Catholic
Bad girl, bad girl, not blogging for a week! Excuses: continuing Poppy Letdown, Recipe Club (I am too old for that kind of drinking), round 2 of the watered down flu (this time for Thing 1), a return to the gym, bible study, book club (Thirteen Moons by Charles Frasier who also wrote [...]
April 11, 2008
Bowled Over & Clucked Up
“Dude, that’s insane!” Thing 3 said to me last night.
“I KNOW!” I replied gleefully.
I was showing her photos I had taken earlier in the day, after a naughty trip to the junk market, a doctor’s appointment, and the flower market. I think it might have qualified as my best Shanghai morning ever. [...]
April 9, 2008
Daily Dish
We are experiencing Poppy Letdown. Mr. Understanding flew to Singapore in the middle of a rain storm, but even before he got on the plane, he was glum. Me too. I spent Monday in bed watching a terrible movie, Feast of Love with two of my favorite actors, Greg Kinnear and Morgan [...]
April 2, 2008
This Ain’t Disneyland
There are many things I like about my father. For starters, he is a great traveler. He took in all the filth, funny signage, and funky food with nary a complaint. I could tell he was getting a little tired of the populace hawking up their left and right lungs in unison, [...]
