What’s in Your Bag?

Before I begin, I really don’t think this post has to be gender-specific, which is why I called this “What’s in Your Bag” and not “What’s in Your Purse” or “What’s in Your Murse.”

I have puh-lenty of male friends who carry messenger bags, laptop bags, recyclable grocery bags, and bags shaped like puppies.

Ok. I’m lying about the last one. But how badly does your inner 8-year-old want one?

I’m not even sure this is limited to bags. I think what I’m about to discuss has pertained to my desk drawers at work and certainly to That One Junk Drawer I know we all have, so don’t pretend your home doesn’t have one. Sometimes, you just have to toss a bobby pin in the Junk Drawer in case a situation arises and you need it in that room.

But today, we are gathered here to talk about what the dickens ends up in my purse and why. Continue reading “What’s in Your Bag?”


I just want to blogor my stories

I was sad because my computer doesn’t have a painting program that is so sophisticated as Microsoft Paint. If I want to use such a thing to make a cartoon like the one gracing the top of this gorgeous blog, I have to walk 60 feet all the way to the other side of the house and use the desktop computer. And, gosh. I just have to weigh my options. First of all, my room is where my office is located, which I believe we established in the blog about how I’m slowly losing my people skills. What if I want to look up and stare at Continue reading “I just want to blogor my stories”

The Dog Isn’t Sick, It’s A Haircut

Where do I start?

For one, I save money everywhere I can. You can call me cheap. I wear it with pride. I’m that girl who, every time a person compliments something that I’m wearing, I can’t just say, “Aw, you! Thanks!” I’ll always say, “Thanks! I got it at [insert store] for [insert amount under $5.00]!” I don’t know why I can’t just leave it at accepting the compliment, but I’m just really proud of being frugal and finding bargains.

Being a Frugal Frannie, I rarely spend money on something if I can figure out how to do it myself. Need to replace the car battery? I’ll get it. Locked the keys in the car and have no spares? Hand me a spatula, I can take care of this. Need your appendix removed? I mean, I did play Operation when I was a kid, sooo… Continue reading “The Dog Isn’t Sick, It’s A Haircut”

Walk the Dog with the Catwalk

I was going to write a whole deal about how I’ve recently caught myself doing things that maybe most people don’t do, but the post was getting too long. It turns out I do a lot of strange things.

I know. You’ve spit your coffee/Kool-Aid/morning martini out with wonderment at the idea that I am maybe a little quirky. Perhaps you’ve known me for decades, maybe years, or you might’ve just met me three blog posts ago. But the very idea that I will end up writing many posts about my strange behavior is, indeed, mind boggling.

How do I even explain the behavior that inspired this post? I don’t really know when I started to do it, but when I walk my dog — The Sweet Baboo — in the evening, I find Continue reading “Walk the Dog with the Catwalk”