Oh, Mason Jar! You got me; you win. I surrender to all things mason jarry. As you know, I have a mason jar aversion. I know it’s hard to believe and understand, but I just do. Witness HERE, HERE and HERE. Suddenly, unexpectedly, shockingly, things got turned around. Up was down. Black was white. No …
OMT! loves to shop…FOR YOU! Seriously, it’s one of my favorite thangs about this site. Let me ask a few questions: * Do you have kiddos? * Do you have grandkiddos? * Need a gift idea for a new parent’s stocking or for a little something under the tree? YOU DO?! OMGosh, this product is …
CHRISTMAS IS COMING! CHRISTMAS IS COMING! You know, just in case you didn’t know. Photography has always been a topic of discussion in my family. Either, I was teaching myself to shoot on an old-fashioned, non-digital, film-using SLR, or Boy was honing his talents with a fancy-schmancy digital, after igniting his affections with a pin-hole …
Nope. Not drunk. OMT still knows how to spell. F-u-n. Happy? Years ago, in the days before digital, I taught myself how to use a camera. All these years lata, I’m still having phun with photos. Witness: I took this at a friend’s ranch. Don’t be fooled by those gorgeous eyes, this ostrich would have …
“One is, we should never, ever give up. Two is, you’re never too old to chase your dream. Three is, it looks like a solitary sport, but it is a team.” ~Diana Nyad Diana is the first person to swim from Cuba to Florida without the aid of a shark tank. She’s also a 64-year-old …
I know! I just got done telling you that I thought mason jars had jumped the shark and now you come here to find another mason jar post?! Have I lost my mason jar mind? Kinda. Two truths: 1) I have a box of unused mason jars that mock me in my cabinet. Grow a …
Life is a ball of snapping rubberbands with a soothing center of delicious cream-filling. I think of it as mostly sweet goodness with the occasion surprising sting. Last week, I got more than my fill of the glorious gooey center. Girl was returning to work and she asked me if I would consider coming for …
What makes us, us? Is it mostly genetics? I largely swing to the DNA side of the aisle because even when I’m trying as hard as I can not to, I hear The German and see The German in my idiosyncrasies. Her “Oh my Got, Patti!” rings through the air. I can’t escape it, people. …
