I loaded my suburban - my suburban with 220,000 miles on it – for a fifteen hour drive to Colorado. At 10:30 in the morning, one of my daughters' friends arrived at our house and added her bags to our pile before starting the actual loading process. We stuffed the luggage carrier on top of the car first then fit the suitcases in the back like puzzle pieces. The four of us and two dogs backed out of the driveway on time. Woohoo! On time. We drove across town, picked up another daughters' Keep Reading...
Shark!
It's Shark Week y'all ~ When I was in college, I got in a car wreck and, apparently, the insurance company for the guy that ran into me - sending me to the hospital by ambulance where I got over two hundred stitches – wanted to give me some money so I would not sue them for a whole lot more money! I was getting ready to graduate from college, get married and enter the “real world” so I did what every down-to-earth, logical girl would do. I bought scuba gear! Not long after my husband Keep Reading...
A Book of Hope
Check out this Promo Video This week, I launched a book I recently published. What is the book about? My brother, Glen House, MD, was a typical twenty-year-old, college student when he suffered a skiing accident that paralyzed him. But he never pitied himself, was angry or wavered in his faith. Instead, he pushed forward - with often nothing but sheer determination to sustain and motivate him - and went on to become a doctor, inventor, businessman, husband and father who now daily touches Keep Reading...
What a Three-legged Dog Taught Me
A few days ago I went for a bike ride. Because of my diagnosis, my family and friends worry about me when I ride. I question whether I should be riding since I am due to have a procedure on my knee soon. Why not just wait until I recover? I was pedaling along thinking, “Why am I even doing this? In a few weeks I will have a procedure that will make it impossible to ride for weeks – maybe months. What’s the use?” And then I looked over and saw a couple walking a dog. The dog was kind of Keep Reading...
Floods and Friendships
Last week Houston, Texas flooded. Again. Highways were shut down and people were stranded. I watched the news reports and remembered another time Houston flooded... A ringing phone awakened me early one Saturday morning. I rolled over and answered in a sleepy fog. “Hello.” “Is this Shelly?” a voice with an accent asked me. “Yes,” I replied with a bit of a question in my voice because I did not recognize the voice. “Do you know Marilyn? Or Margaret? No, that’s not right. Keep Reading...
It’s 1 am and…
I am a 51-year-old women standing in my backyard at 1 am whispering loudly, “Good poop! Good poop” in order to encourage the dog I did not want or need to poop in the yard and not my house. I don’t really think he has a clue what “good poop” means but I am trying to teach him. I have high hopes he will finally “get it” after six years of not “getting it.” My nighttime dog ritual takes me back to a 1:00am feeding with my first born, when I heard a strange noise outside and saw flashing yellow Keep Reading...
The Hill
Last week I took advantage of the beautiful, warm Texas weather to go cycling while visiting two of my daughters in Dallas. As I was pedaling on the spacious bike paths, I realized I was not focusing on the beauty around me. I was only focusing on the hill I knew I would have to climb on the way back. I kept telling myself to enjoy the journey but it was futile. All I could think about was that blasted hill. I had ridden this path more than once and I knew the hill could be a beast. So Keep Reading...
Taming the Bushy Brow
I spent most of my adolescent years trying to tame my eyebrows. Unfortunately, the House genes supplied our family members with bushy brows. That was okay for the House men but not for my sister and I. Every morning, I would sit on one side of the tiny bathroom vanity with my feet in the sink while my sister sat on the other side with her feet on the toilet so we could get as close to the mirror as possible and we would pluck away. I was committed to win the battle of the bushy Keep Reading...
The Diagnosis – AKA THE LIE
I rode my bike for the first time in such a long time that I cannot remember how long it has been since I last rode. As I pedaled down the country road, I wondered why I quit riding. I really enjoy riding my bike so why in the world did I quit? Oh, yeah! I quit because of the diagnosis. That’s why I quit. The diagnosis. When I was 13 years old, I had knee surgery. Whatever they did during the surgery didn’t make my knee “well” so I have spent 38 years adapting and compensating for a bum Keep Reading...
One Woman’s Weakness is Another Woman’s Strength
I have been preoccupied with getting my manuscript to the publisher so I have had a bit of a blogging break. But, tonight I overheard several ladies talking and it reminded me of a past blog. Enjoy! I hate doing the laundry. Really hate it. I would rather mow the yard in 100-degree temperature then do the laundry. When I mow, I at least know that my efforts will last a few days. When the sweet smell of fresh cut grass tickles my nose, I can look around at the nicely manicured lawn Keep Reading...
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