Exercise and me weren’t meant to be

My oven is broken.  It’s been broken since 1973.  Or at least since July, maybe April.  I liked it being broken.  I had a good excuse for not cooking.  Now that the holidays are over and all danger of cooking turkey, roasting ham, and baking pumpkin pie  is no longer looming, I thought I might get it fixed. Continue reading “Exercise and me weren’t meant to be”


Dear Friends, You’ll never guess what I’ve finally got my hands on. I’ve been wanting one of these. I’m going to hang it in my house. Yes, I do believe I heard a barely audible shriek from my sister all the way in New York City.   To attain this gem, all I had to say was “I’d like a cowContinue reading “Finally….”

Preg Checking

There comes a time in every cowboy’s life when the question arises as to whether or not a cow is pregnant.  But only dudes say pregnant.   Real cowboys say bred.  For fear of embarrassing my husband, I shall only speak in cowboy lingo for this blog.  So try to keep up, okay? Recently we acquired a cow that wasContinue reading “Preg Checking”

The Land of Less is More—Mile #1—Cleaning out the closet

Today’s gargantuan leap in my journey to the Land of Less is More begins with my closet.  I think I can.   I think I can.  I think I can. I needed direction so I found a site with 7 simple steps.  http://www.happyslob.com/closets.html I got scared off by the first step which says to take everythingContinue reading “The Land of Less is More—Mile #1—Cleaning out the closet”

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do (The Twilight Zone Theme Song)

Bizarre happenings are occurring in the Wheeler household. If you get real still you can hear the Twilight Zone theme song playing in the background. I’m awaiting the aliens who have kidnapped my husband to return him from the planet XOK and switch out this phony they’ve left here. You do know how the aliens function don’tContinue reading “Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do (The Twilight Zone Theme Song)”