What Happens Between the Sheets…

Originally published December 28, 2010

I have a secret, but before I launch into telling you what it is, let me say a few things. First off there is something inherently funny about passing gas. Insert the sound of someone passing gas into just about any situation and BAM! You’ve got instant comic relief. The perpetrator doesn’t even need to be a person. The other day I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. I was scanning the obituaries, which is by no means a funny section, when from beneath the table came that unmistakable combination squeaking-hissing sound. It struck me so funny that I laughed out loud. It was of course, Pudge passing gas. Yes, even the best dog in the whole entire universe passes gas, which is a perfect segue into the next point I would like to make. read more

Riding Shotgun

Originally published 11/3/2010

I remember when I learned to drive. My father gave me my first lesson: How to Start the Engine. He was a big believer in baby steps. The car was parked in the driveway and in we hopped. I was in the driver’s seat for the first time and my dad, of course, was riding shotgun.

“Today you’re just going to start the car and then you’ll back up a little bit and pull forward a little bit. Back and forth, right here in the driveway and that’s it. Okay. Go ahead and start the car.” read more

Dancing With the Ordinary People

Originally published on 9/22/2010

I am addicted to Dancing with the Stars and for reasons I can’t explain, I really want to be a contestant on this show. I know what you’re thinking. This woman hasn’t got a chance…she’s not a star, she’s just an ordinary person.

It’s true. I am precisely just an ordinary person. I have an ordinary life, which I live each day in an ordinary way. I’ve never walked on the moon, won Olympic gold, or starred in a blockbuster movie. I’m not a reality television celebrity, never headlined the cast of a Broadway play, hosted a talk show, have all my limbs and I am not the daughter, mother, wife or ex-wife of somebody famous. I’m not an aging entertainer, a has been, nor a wannabe. I simply am ordinary and Just Another Ordinary Day is my blog. read more