The Twist from a Twisted Sister!

My Grandfather was a hoarder of sorts... One day when I was 6 he came home with an upright piano. Honestly, it was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. My Grandmother wouldn't let it in the house so it lived in the garage. My Dad wanted it in the worst way but my Mom would not hear of it.Finally, my Grandfather donated it to my school. I was so embarrassed because it was so ugly and I didn't understand why it didn't look like my friends pianos. I thought it was because we couldn't afford a better piano.Worse yet the nuns...

My Dad loved to camp out... So when a friend of mine told me today she went Glamping in Sedona this weekend I was all ears. Before I share her adventure I will take you on a short personal camping experience. As I said my Dad loved to go camping and as kids my brother and I would put up with almost anything including being doused in OFF and sharing a sleeping bag. Anything to avoid cleaning house on Saturday. (A really unpleasant affair as my Mom was a working Mom and Saturday was Slave Day.)This is not our camper but...

Who Knew?

Many of you know I use to live in Hawaii... They have this quaint custom that can be quite charming once you get use to it but at first it can be really off putting. It is called Talk Story. Here is what I mean.When we first moved into our home we had a local contractor come by to start on the "Honey Do List" that every new home has. He introduces himself as Sammy and asks me all the typical question. Where are you from? etc. Well, as someone who has inherited the Wobble Jaw gene from my Mother...