Anny Cook's Blog, page 91

Notes from the road...

You know you're in the country when...The most exciting thing that happened in your day was when your hens laid their first eggs.The primary industry is selling crystals from a table in your front yard.Having a tire blowout is a normal part of your week.The RV in the front yard is in better shape than the house behind it.The yard decor is a collection of farm equipment.You can drive seventy miles

The Bride Doll

Over the years I've written several short vignettes about different Christmas' in my life. Beginning today and going through Christmas, I'll periodically post them in no particular order. Today's vignette takes place in 1957.Christmas 1957. I was eight years old. That was the year of the Bride Doll and also the year I discovered the truth about Santa Claus. I lived in a very small town

Lessons I learned on the road...

The first day of December! My son, Tony, is forty today. And tomorrow officially begins our family Christmas season. We always wait until after the last birthday before we start with the decorations and other paraphernalia and fal-der-ral...So, on to those lessons...1) The hunk and I can survive sleeping on a double bed. In this day and age of supersizing, double beds aren't as common as queens

Thanksgiving, Pilgrims and Exploding Turkeys...

This post is a reprint from 2007. I hope you enjoy it. Or find it useful. Or hopefully entertaining...For the real story about the Pilgrims and Indians, read Mayflower by Nathaniel Philbrick. I have this book, which is excellent, but eye-opening to be sure. For an excellent review click the link: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/04/boo... For a shorter version about the real

Out of here...

In the last few weeks I've reached the inescapable conclusion that I must be the most boring blogger in the world. Nothing exciting happens to me--at least nothing I'm willing to share with the zillions of people on the internet.I'm not terribly funny. Or perhaps my sense of humor doesn't march along with the rest of the population. I march to such a different drummer we're not even in the same

Map? What's that?

Once upon a time maps were considered indispensable. If you wanted to go somewhere--across the street or across the country--you checked a map to determine the best route. Now they have these new-fangled things called GPS's. Enter the destination address and you're in business...except when the GPS leads you down a dead end road in the middle of the mountains.I'm one of those annoying individuals

Chillin'...

The day before I was scheduled to leave for Florida, I received a call from my doctor about my recent blood work. They needed new tests as some of the numbers were waaaaay off.So I went down to the office where it was decided I would just go on a stronger dose of my meds and in six weeks I would go back for more tests to see how the new dosage was working out.Finding a pharmacy open that time of

Brain freeze...

Sigh. Some days you should just go back to bed, you know?anny

Sing it!

Kiss a Veteran Today!Back in my day there were songs. Songs with real lyrics and real melodies. Last night I watched the Country Music Awards and was somewhat dismayed at the way this last bastion to music is changing.Sigh.I'm not against innovation and new ideas. But in today's popular music, it's difficult to tell what the new ideas are all about when you can't understand the words and there is

Unemployment Blues

Way back when I was a very young woman--in high school--the government had a bunch of new programs to fight unemployment. It was the Johnson era (for those of you too young to remember, he came after Kennedy). If you were at least sixteen years old and your family was below the poverty level then you qualified to participate in the Neighborhood Youth Corp program.Until a teacher approached me