Hey there. I have this Monday off and am spending an exhilarating morning hunting in Northwestern Pennsylvania. I hope to tag some biggies. When hunting, I refuse to wear the traditional fluorescent orange and camouflage. I prefer yoga pants, an oversized sweatshirt, and my lucky pair of reindeer cabin socks when I scope out the scene. By the way, I’d rather “dress” like Lady Godiva than sport a camo outfit, even if it’s one bedazzled with sparkles. Continue reading “Hunting for Deals not Deer”
We are thankful for these two furry friends. Because of their coloring, our daughter Cara nicknamed Louie (the sheltie) “Thanksgiving Dinner” and Italia (the golden) “Fried Chicken.” Continue reading “Thanksgiving Dinner and Fried Chicken”
The actual and metaphoric sky which umbrellas all earthlings sprinkles and showers us with various shines and shadows. It’s a wacky, windy, wildly unpredictable sky, and so is my job as a sunshine.
I know some of you have been wondering what this position entails. Allow me to explain. Who knows, you might be cut out for this line of work too? Continue reading “My Symbolic Story of being a Part-Time Sunshine”