Twas the afternoon before Christmas Eve, and I had to run some last minute errands for the upcoming holidays. My list was simple: wax paper, gift tags, wine. Continue reading “A Miracle in the Meadville Liquor Store”
This is the culmination of my previous post: I Trashed the Neighborhood. I told my girls I had to go next door for a moment. They asked why, and I told them I might have done something inappropriate and needed to find out if I got caught….
I stepped onto my front porch and paused to take in my surroundings. Our garbage man still hadn’t shown up. The “vacationing” neighbor kids rode their bikes up and down their driveway, passing the cushion stuffed trash can again and again. Were they guarding it? Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood: Part II”
Wednesdays are special days in my neighborhood. It’s the day that Marc “Somebody” stops by to clean out a little corner of my world. He painlessly rids us of the grime, goo, and waste that fits into our 96 gallon trash receptacle. He does this weekly, before the birds sing. Oh how I love garbage day!
After recently cleaning out our basement, I donated “treasures” to the Salvation Army and an excessive amount of trash to Marc’s truck. Dumping all those bags made me feel like Santa when he tosses sacks of toys into his sleigh. The basement overhaul required two Wednesday visits from Marc. I was tempted to bag up the rest of the junk and spread the holiday cheer into each of my neighbors’ cans. I stopped myself though, remembering an incident that happened years ago with the family next door. Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood”
Oh my my! So many things have been going on the past couple months that I have neglected my Part-Time Sunshine blog. I want you to know that I’m still here, and things are going to be brighter for this site and other writing endeavors I have in the works. Continue reading “Don’t Forget to Write: I’m Sorry it’s been Awhile.”
This past July, my daughter Cara and I drove up to Erie for a doctor’s appointment, some shopping, and a mother/daughter dinner for two. Erie is a relaxing, forty-minute drive from Meadville and has the best stores. Although that day hosted the perfect sky and temps to hang out at our pool, we needed to head north. We looked forward to a great afternoon together.
After the appointment, we went to Christmas Tree Shops (and That!). I had to return an unused beach chair there.
Here’s all I have for this blog.
I am overwhelmed, friends. I can’t get my thoughts straight. Maybe it’s the Hashimoto’s. Maybe it’s the puppy. Could be the thought of the wine I will reward myself with after my tasks are done this gorgeous Saturday. Continue reading “Should I build a website tonight? I’d rather drink cab, pet my puppy, and scrub my toilet…”
Amazon.com failed to refund my account for two items that were recently returned: a Kindle Fire and a white womens shrug. When I realized this, I started an online customer service chat with an Amazon representative to troubleshoot. It took four reps to resolve the issue, which is surprising because all of my other Amazon chats have been quick and smooth. This morning, was a different story, one that I now find comical. There were a lot of workers involved in helping me out, that’s for sure. Continue reading “Refund Issues Finally Solved – Chat Transcript from Amazon.com”
I just walked in on little sister Lena in Cara’s room looking for candy. She was rifling through Cara’s Easter baskets — FYI, Easter happened three Sundays ago, but Cara still has a stash left. Anyhow, I was also craving something sugary, specifically chocolate, so I came in to see what Cara had. Lena found a package of M&M’s that we would share, but then I pulled out a box of bite size milk chocolate, peanut butter stuffed bunnies and chicks, Sarris Candy Brand. I took out a bunny and ate it. Continue reading “My Teenager is Sort of Raising an Ant Farm”
Disclaimer – I know my reaction to the following scene was an overreaction, and that is an understatement. Although I am a part-time sunshine who tries to keep a positive outlook, I am also a full-time nut job who can fall into a vat of emotional turmoil in a single breath. Come hold my hand and breathe with me…
This is a little story about leaving behind phone chargers. How many of you have done this? I bet if I could magically retrieve every forgotten charger, I could stretch out the cords to lasso the moon. Continue reading “Forget and Forgive: Leaving Behind iPhone Chargers”