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I Only Have My Shelf to Blame

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity. – Erma Bombeck

Housework can’t kill you, but why take a chance?

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Whimsies

Thanks Erma

Erma Bombeck penned a list of regrets when she found out she was dying of cancer. The “inviting friends over” stuck with me.


Despite a teeny house; a broken dishwasher, a slow toilet, dog smells and a very lived in look-I had people over. 905 more words

The Beauty of Blogging

When I was a kid I read Jelly Side Down by Erma Bombeck every whatever-day-of-the-week her column appeared in the Detroit Free Press.

Somewhere in my subconscious I wanted to write a column, too. 379 more words

Life

Sunday soapbox

Sunday’s soapbox is yours to use as you will – within the bounds of decency and absence of defamation. You’re welcome to look back or forward, discuss issues of the moment, to pontificate, ponder or point us to something of interest, to educate, elucidate or entertain, amuse, bemuse or simply muse, but not abuse. 36 more words

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Saturday soapbox

Saturday’s soapbox is yours to use as you will – within the bounds of decency and absence of defamation. You’re welcome to look back or forward, discuss issues of the moment, to pontificate, ponder or point us to something of interest, to educate, elucidate or entertain, amuse, bemuse or simply muse, but not abuse. 19 more words

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Empty Your Pockets

I write this on a warm September day in Minnesota.   So much of our life in this section of the country revolves around the seasons. We glory in the changing colors of fall. 386 more words

Faith & Life