Summoning Mr. Bernie


My new season of jurors started on September 1st. I didn't realize how much Mr. Bernie pays attention to my job. On the 1st, he left a message on my work phone, "This is Mr. Bernie. I filled out a Questionnaire in May and today is the first day of the jury year. I don't know my juror number but I haven't been called for jury duty yet. Can you please call me back and tell me when that might happen?" I just chuckled and ignored it and pretty much forgot about it. About an hour later, I was given a trial to pull. I got it ready and the computer pulled the jurors for me. It has a random number generator or something. Lo and behold! There was a juror on there I recognized. It was Mr. Bernie! What are the odds that he would call me being silly and then I would pull his name from a pool of thousand? I shared with others in the office that I pulled Mr. Bernie and they all had a good laugh. They asked if I was going to go home and tell him. For once in my life I wasn't Mrs. Instant … [Read more...]


Wordless Wednesday


I've seen so many vintage ads that they rarely shock me anymore. This one shocked me. I know that Ad Men were all about sexists ads but wow. "There there little lady. Don't worry about that nasty war, let your husband figure that out. " "You go shopping for furniture. "   Image via: Save Save Save … [Read more...]


A Glimpse Into the Future


Mr. Bernie and I were rear-ended last Friday. The car is drivable but its a big pain in the brain, figuratively and literally.  Mr. Bernie has had a headache ever since the accident. He finally agreed to go see a Doctor on Tuesday. Mr. Bernie had a plate put in his neck about 15 years ago to fuse part of his spine. My concern was that was that it was somehow jostled and that was causing the headaches. My other concern was that Mr. Bernie couldn't concentrate or focus on things. He is always sharp as a tac, which has his drawbacks at time. However, watching him squint and not really be able to do anything scared me. It turned out that his fusion is fine and the Doctor thinks it's all tension and gave him some meds. to alleviate the pain. That made me very happy and we went right to the pharmacy. The pharmacy is next door to a Perkin's Restaurant so we decided to have an early dinner while we waited. It was about 4:30pm and as I looked around the restaurant I noticed that everyone was … [Read more...]


Happy Birthday, Mr. Bernie!!


Today is Mr. Bernie's birthday! Everyday I'm thankful to have him in my life. I know that sounds sappy and cheesy, but there you go.  He has the patience of a Saint!  Which is a good thing when you have to live with me. He is good about making sure we are stocked up on chocolate at certain times of the month.  He is a wonderful cook. We would seriously starve if we depended on my cooking! He is ok with having foster Momma's and puppies at the house.  When we get a new Momma he gives her a "spa day" and brushes her out. He is so good with our own animals. They all love him.  Not many men would be comfortable carrying their 45 pound puppy to the car because he can't walk.  He is currently upgrading my computer so it goes faster and I can store more images! He did that out of the blue and without being asked.  That is the kind of guy he is. Since today is his birthday, that means last night I should have been in tears. My infamous angel food cake disasters are known far and wide. Last … [Read more...]


Watch Out For the Hands Under the Bed


  Last night I got to thinking about the way the Mr. and I sleep.  I'm 5'4" and Mr. Bernie is 6'2". As the shorter of the two, I sleep with my head practically into the headboard.  Mr. Bernie likes to sleep with his head about 5" away from the headboard. He likes his feet to hang over the edge of the bed. I asked the Mr. why he sleeps so far down on the bed. His reply, "That way the hands can't grab me and pull me up through the headboard." That is just a dumb thought. Everyone knows that it's the hands at the foot of the bed that pull you under. Who has ever heard of the hands pulling you that way? Not me. When I was little I used to see hands under my bed. I had a very high antique bed with lots of room under it. They were black gloved hands, led by King Friday and Lady Elaine from Mr. Rogers. Getting into my bed was a feat unto itself. I had to run and hop up before the hands  would get me. When I got a bed that was lower to the ground, I felt a little better about … [Read more...]


My Dirty Little Secret and Mr. Bernie


A few weeks ago I realized I had a problem. A little addiction that I'm NOT going to work on.  I just want to be clear on that. I'm not a quitter.  No, Siree! I've been really good at hiding my addiction. Picking up an image here; Michele sending me full cds  of images there; buying a few sheets of images on sale. It started out slowly and then snowballed. To me, my card making computer is like a closet. All full of wonderful things, many I may or may not use. Like a good woman, I have kept my closet closed. "Nothing to see here." was my thought. Mr. Bernie didn't need to know about this fetish.  I think he had his suspicions but never cared enough to look into it. Thank God! I was surprised when a little message popped on my screen telling me that I was running out of memory and couldn't download anything. I was hoping to download this cool free vintage background that I found on Flicker. My heart stopped. How could my computer be full? How does that happen? Who fills up a … [Read more...]