Palpitations On A Saturday Morning

In the paraphrased words of Dolly Parton- I stumbled out of bed and tumbled to the kitchen and to pour my self a cup of salvation...and stopped still. There was a small rat on my dining table!! I was still sleepy and did not have my wits about me so I swayed in one place … Continue reading Palpitations On A Saturday Morning

A Peppy Earworm

"Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría why cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena" The offspring has been introduced to the joys of Macarena courtesy Hotel Transylvania-3. It was a silly movie with funky songs popping up at silly places but you know kids...they love … Continue reading A Peppy Earworm

A Post From The Past

I wrote this post on a Word doc years ago and didn't get around to publishing it. Discovered it today and publishing it because it's still relevant and I'm still fighting for my space on the bed!" Travails of Sleepytime Many of us sleep alone at nights. And they are the lucky ones. The ones … Continue reading A Post From The Past

The Flip Side To Classical Conditioning…

I run from my kid. It's the truth. After the first hugs and kisses of the morning are done I run and hide; especially during his summer break. He's like a bloodhound. He can always track me down. No matter where I am. SIGH. No loo is secure enough. No pressure cooker whistle is loud … Continue reading The Flip Side To Classical Conditioning…

Patrick Bergin Had It Right!

Well his character, of Martin something or the other in Sleeping With The Enemy, had it right. There's no reason why things can't be kept in a particular (I mean PROPER) way. Just no reason at all. Barring the fact that Bergin (lovely old stud that he is) did play the role of a psychopath, … Continue reading Patrick Bergin Had It Right!

My Temporal Lobe Hurts

I have a great memory for useless trivia. I have a pretty good memory for remembering everything my husband didn't do but should have. I also have a pretty strong recall for little things with the help of even vague-ish associative cues et al...but getting to the fag end of my 30s, my (declining) memory … Continue reading My Temporal Lobe Hurts