Grandma Bobbie loved astrology. She would read her horoscope every day in the morning paper before she would do anything beyond fix breakfast! If the horoscope predicted a bad day she might put off her errands until the next day. She used to buy me books about astrology, and made sure that I knew what my “sign” was. She got me interested in reading my horoscope on a daily basis, too!
Buying shoes
by Mary AnneI have a really hard time finding shoes that fit me. My feet are extra wide, and I have very high arches. I cannot even tell you how many hours I have spent going from shoe store to shoe store trying to find comfortable and stylish shoes that actually fit!
That’s why I’m excited to find out that Zappos.com pays for shipping both ways! I can order the shoes, try them on, and if they don’t fit I can return them and exchange or get a refund without having to pay for shipping! YAY!
My Grandma Bobbie
by Mary AnneMy Grandma Bobbie was a “hot ticket.” She was a lot of fun; when she was younger she was a real “party girl.” She loved to laugh, she loved to dance.
She taught me how to knit and crochet and sew. She was one of the very few people in my family that I enjoyed being with pretty much anytime of the day or night. She would save up her McCall’s magazines and let me cut out the Betsy McCall paper dolls and play with them.
She loved to go to psychics and have her fortune told, then she would tell me that her psychic told her that I was going to be a nurse. Well, that never happened, but I did want to become a veterinarian. That never happened, either, due to parental interference (very long sob story!)
She would have loved the Internet if she had lived long enough to see how it has progressed over the few short years it has been in existence. She died on my birthday in 1987, and I miss her terribly.
It is not supposed to be wet
by Mary AnneWe moved into this house almost two years ago, and we had the basement “water-proofed.” Well last night we had a pretty good downpour, and I just went downstairs to look for a large empty notebook binder and found four different areas of the basement with puddles on the floor. I’m very discouraged about that, we had hoped to finish off the basement in the future and I don’t want to take the chance of it getting ruined by leaks in the walls. When my hubby gets home from work today I’m going to have to take him down there and show him the puddles. I can’t see where the walls are wet, but the puddles are there, so the proof is in the pudding!