If you have a work-related charity drive and want to sponsor activities to raise funds, improve morale and entertain employees, here are some ideas. We’re holding these events now where I work, and I (foolishly) volunteered to run most of them… Continue reading
Last week, I offered a $10 Amazon gift card to the person who submitted the best name for my new silver car. Thanks to everyone who entered my first blog contest — you had some great ideas and it was a fun experience! Continue reading
Bloggers, if you use swear words in public posts — especially the f-word, c-word, or g-d-word — or even “freakin'” — when we all know what you’re thinking — I beg you to reconsider. Someday, I think you’ll be sorry you chose to express yourself that way.
You may feel that taking advantage of your freedom to use any words you like makes you a rebel, a free spirit or a trend-setter, but I believe it brands you as a trashy person — even if you’re a kind person with high morals and a contender for Mother or Father of the Year.
Writing peppered with swear words offends some people and makes them cringe. Some readers will stop in their tracks, and won’t finish reading what you wrote. Is that what you want? Continue reading
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**This is not a sponsored blog post. I just love these shoes!**
Have wanted to buy a pair of Bare Traps shoes for years, but they were always more than I wanted to spend, even on sale.
They’re kind of funky looking — but cute — flats – with rounded toes. Just the kind of footwear I like!
I was lucky enough to find two pairs of Bare Traps sandals a few weeks ago, both my size, in a local thrift store. One pair was brown and the other one was navy (just the color sandals I’d been seeking to replace a pair that wore out; navy sandals are tough to find!) Continue reading
If your jewelry box is overflowing with earrings and you’d love to display them so it’s easy to pick out a pair every day, here’s a quick and inexpensive earring holder that costs less than $7.
Get a piece of pegboard and cut it to the size of the space on your wall (a closet wall is a good spot). Continue reading
I always name my cars, and my new 2014 “bright silver” Nissan Sentra (pictured above and written about previously in the worst new car buying experience ever) needs a cute handle.
Please submit ideas!
I’ll announce the winner next week and email a $10 Amazon.com gift certificate to the person who suggests the best name in a comment on my blog by Mon., Sept. 29. Please spread the word to your friends and family and encourage them to enter the contest, too.
Looking forward to hearing your creative solutions — something fun I can call my car for the next 10 years!
Amazingly enough, many pieces of our Corelle dinnerware survived the hurricane.
I began the tale of Hurricane Hugo and how it destroyed all my family’s possessions yesterday. Here’s what happened after that.
Since we were only allowed a few hours on the island, we packed our trash bags — mine contained renter’s insurance info and other paperwork from the file cabinet (still intact but waterlogged) — and trudged back to the ferry in shock.
My son and I returned to my parents’ condo, and several weeks later, we rented a furnished house about an hour away from Sullivan’s Island, since all rental property surrounding Charleston was overflowing with displaced residents. Continue reading
On Sept. 21-22, 1989, Hurricane Hugo — a Category 4 storm with 135 mph sustained winds — devastated Charleston, S.C., and my family lost everything.
We lived a block from the beach in an inexpensive three-room apartment at ground level on Sullivan’s Island, after our move from “up North” about four years earlier. When the hurricane was predicted to make landfall nearby and the call for evacuation occurred, my ex-husband J, my 18-month old son M and I evacuated to Columbia, S.C., along with J’s parents and sister, who had been visiting.
My ex was convinced the whole evacuation was unnecessary, so he chained his expensive Harley Davidson to a column in the house and we packed one of our two cars with a few suitcases and things we thought we’d need for an overnight trip away from home, not giving much thought to it. I was primarily concerned with bringing clothes and toys for the baby, filling the car with them. I brought only three pairs of shorts and three shirts for myself (it was still 90 degrees in late September). We left plenty of food and water for our two beloved cats — above floor level, although we really thought that was overkill — because we didn’t think we could take them to a hotel.
Right before we left, the landlord called and told us to “roll up a towel” and put it at the bottom of the door facing the ocean. Continue reading