There’s an old saying that if Mom’s not happy no one is. --- I am truly not hard to please. If you ask my husband I believe he will agree. I am content to eat a salad for dinner and a day out is a trip to Victoria Secret to cash in my coupon for free underwear. Nevertheless, for the past year I have been whining daily about needing a new bed. --- The one we have was a gift from my in-laws who never scrimp on quality or price, so while it was once a great bed after 20 years it has become … [Read more...]
Did it pass the test? R & R get their money’s worth from Netflix.
January 9, 2012 By 6 Comments
Husband and wife, mother and father, and now Buntology film critics? Check out the first installment of Rod and Rochelle's latest feature, in which they watch and review obscure Netflix movies so you don't have to. Rochelle: Rod and I have very different tastes in movies. He’s more the action, kill, lots of noise and aliens type, and I like suspense, mystery and romance. My favorite movie is Bridges of Madison County (a moment of silence please...) while his is Live Free or Die Hard. … [Read more...]
How to survive 30 years of marriage
September 28, 2011 By 8 Comments
My husband and I just celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary. Being married for 30 years is significantly more impressive than 25 years, although the 25th anniversary is typically the one that gets the big party and all the attention. It’s a whole new decade of marriage. It’s like turning the big 3-0 as compared to 25. Since I got married at 26, the "married me" years now clearly outnumber the "not married me" years. This is just one more sign of being middle aged that occurs to … [Read more...]
Rochelle takes Target.
August 11, 2011 By 7 Comments
I hate shopping. [editor's note: no really- she hates it.] And I especially hate it on a beautiful summer day when I could be doing a whole lot of anything else. Nevertheless, sometimes you have to go buy a few things, and in North Adams if it isn’t Wal-Mart or The Dollar Tree then it’s a trip to Target. My husband and I like to call these outings a "date." This is supposed to make us feel happy and in love instead of miserable and filled with dread as we consider if we have … [Read more...]
The Unemployment Diary – Part 5 – First you say it, then you do it.
June 24, 2011 By 3 Comments
It was waiting downstairs. As you probably have learned from hard-won experience, dear reader, the things that blindside you and alter the course of your life (and not in a good way), the horrific things, don’t come accompanied by a dramatic swell of orchestral music and terse lines of movie script. There aren’t any vampires coming in through the windows at 1 a.m. No, the horrors pop up unheralded on a sunny, ordinary Wednesday morning out of a clear blue sky. I actually felt good … [Read more...]
Perfect Mom
May 8, 2011 By 3 Comments
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know I wanted to be a “Mommy." While my sister asked for cowboy hats and toy guns I only wanted to wear my mother’s high heels and play with dolls. I would not only be a mommy but I would be a perfect mommy. I would do all the right things thereby producing flawless children. I noted every error my own mother made over the years and vowed how I would approach that particular issue differently when it was my turn. I would always believe my … [Read more...]
The Unemployment Diary – Part 3 – Insanity takes hold
May 3, 2011 By 10 Comments
Day-O Day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day, me say day, me say day…Daylight come and me wan' go home. Had big plans yesterday. Go to the gym, some chores around the house, then several productive office hours mining unemployment sites, writing and looking for ways/places to submit my material. But I just wanted to spend a moment researching our subscription to Netflix, and adding some interesting indie foreign movies with subtitles (translation: … [Read more...]
The Unemployment Diary – Part 2 – Now what?
April 11, 2011 By 5 Comments
...As you already know, Dear Reader, I’ve been canned, sacked, terminated, booted, let go, boned in the ass, as they say. My former employer, the mayor, was decent enough to let me save face by submitting a letter of resignation in which I stated that I was going on to bigger, better things, like dumpster diving and geriatric male prostitution. I’m trying not to wish the worst for him. It’s easy at this time. I supported his candidacy and I feel that he has the city’s best interests … [Read more...]
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