Catfished by Stella Bixby

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Her first book I have read, easy read and fun read. I will read the next. My daughter bought me this for my birthday. I would have read it faster but but have been recovering from a stroke(december 2020). I really laughed when the part about her ripping her jeans in the butt, that happened to me at a restaurant. The girl is a park ranger and finds a dead body her first day and won’t stop investigating. Her ex boyfriend keeps trying to stop her and to keep her safe. Fun characters.

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Murder Under Construction

Murder Under Construction by Maddie Cochere

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have read it two times I love it. Read it when she first published it. And just now. Recommend

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I read this for the second time and is funny and easy to read. In fact I read it faster this time because I like it and will read the rest. Jo works for a mortgage company but she really wants to be an investigator. Funny happenings trying to solve about the lady she discovers at a construction site. She is also trying to lose weight and her machine use is funny to think about, body shaker. lol And the trips through the fast food place that gets the order wrong every time. I can relate to that. Of course she gets into some trouble while solving the murder of the lady. And possible love interest of a man she use to babysit. lol Lots of turns in this book, can’t wait to read the next. (l

New Office Space

I moved my creative space last summer. I thought it was good to because of remembering the stroke happened in there. I started organizing it because of more movement of my right hand. 🙂 Feels good to be down in the basement again. Like I am doing something other than sitting watching TV. Plus I get to play with the cats! I text Jessup when I go down there and then when I go back up. Eases my hubby’s mind. It will take awhile to finish.

I will take pictures when it is finished. I also have a room for photos and puzzle putting together. It was my first office. And a sewing room and library which is the old office. The cats litter boxes are in there too.

So I have three spaces 🙂

Hubby keeps griping because no window in my office. It doesn’t bother me. I had a job that had no window worked there for 20 years. Plus there is a window in the puzzle room so I can go in there when need to. 🙂 And a bed to rest my back.

Rule As A Kid

What one rule from your childhood do you not agree with now that you’re an adult? (400 writing prompts book) No drinking or eating in other rooms.

We have adopted the rule, no drinking and eating in other rooms than the kitchen as long as you pick up right after. But they don’t always obey right away.

My kids leave dishes for weeks before bringing them down to the kitchen. Plus spilling. I wished we had never let them eat in other rooms besides the kitchen area.

Growing up we always ate every meal together in the kitchen.

We were spoiled, had a tv on the fridge so we could watch tv. Usually news and game shows. A time when we only had 13 channels. lol But it was color! The black and white one was in my room, a 13inch tv. I usually listened to music and read. Grandpa figured out how to splice cable to be in every room. My room, grandparents room, living room, kitchen, and where the pool table was. I lived with my grandparents from the time I was six until I graduated. Good times. It was awesome having a pool table room, which was a separate little house, one room, we called the Shanty. Lots of playing pool. Lots of family get togethers. Aunts, uncles, cousins and great aunts, uncles, cousins too. My grandma had 15 siblings, it was a blast. Grandpa had several half siblings too. Some lived close by, but several lived miles away but they would visit. Now most are gone. 🙁

Our living room is open to the dining room so we eat in there now that everyone is graduated. We did eat most suppers as a family at the table but there were several times they asked to eat in their rooms as teenagers. Since I had my stroke usually I’m only eat at the table.

Kinda lonely.

Hubby sits in his chair because the table chairs hurt his back. Dang times have changed.

Our current house.
Our house in my hometown, our first house. The boys were young.
Grandparents house which we still have. The Shanty is the little room in the background there. Big yard.

Trampoline…bye bye

Grandson and the youngest son having fun.
Daughter-in-law and her son having fun.
Daughter and granddaughter having fun.
The youngest and friends having fun by the trampoline. My friends and I would be jumping on it, we did on our 5 year reunion, someone’s trampoline. lol
Last jumping fun. We were going to take it down and got lazy. We were going to pass it to the daughter.
Then the wind storm happened. It was anchored down too. 🙁
Jessup tore it down to pieces and we carried it up by the garage. My I got a workout. I used my right stroke hand to carry small pieces and we had to walk up a small hill with the stuff. We got it done. A guy is going to take the metal that hubby knows, recycle!

Milk and honey

Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

It is a book of poems done in four parts the hurting, the loving, the breaking, and the healing. I can relate to all sections. Most poems are short. I read the book in one day. I liked the author’s style. Some graphics, interesting.
your art
is not about how many people
like your work
your art
is about
if your heart likes your work
if your soul likes your art
it’s about how honest
you are with yourself
and you
must never
trade honesty
for relatability.

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Moving stuff around

One thing hasn’t stopped, moving stuff around. I get my son to help if I can’t. lol I hate that we had to put so much in our room because I can’t go downstairs yet. Hubby afraid I will fall. I do go upstairs cause the son is up there. I wish we could buy a house that isn’t so many floors. One floor with a basement would be good now that the kids are out except the one son to help me. With tornadoes a basement is a must.

I moved a desk out in the hallway, which made more room. 🙂

It has a lot of books on it and my e-readers.

I was always moving stuff before the stroke. In fact my craft room is a mess because I moved it out of the original room because of the memory of the stroke. Soon I will get down there and organize. I plan on throwing stuff away. So many projects to do. I think that is why I am so depressed because I can’t get down there to that. But I will. I do have high hopes. So not completely depressed.

There was the other desk along the wall before. Crowded.
I have a nook and a tablet that has a kindle on it. I still rather have a book.
my butt is so thin a soft pillow is what I sit on. lol


The thing I miss most is going out dancing. Of course moving here we don’t do that anymore. I miss that the most about my hometown. Many dances with friends and coworkers in my 30s when I met hubby. So much fun. He still breaks out into dance moves once in a while. I’ll get there. Of course drinking was involved but hubby didn’t do much of that. I was a slush, lol. He can swing dance to country music too. That was fun. My dad was good with that.

I was also on dance team in high school. I use to make up routines and went to summer camp every summer. The fun.

Took the daughter to a few dances while she was in high school. My designated driver. Small town so they let her in with me. She thought that was fun.

My years are filled with dancing.


Gas is going up, $3.79 gal unleaded. Can’t afford a electric car. Ugh. Bills going up. Sorry for those who don’t like Trump but we had good with him. A business man works. Biden is a senile old fart who should be retired and enjoying his grandkids. My two cents.

It doesn’t help that we are getting older and things going up. My stroke didn’t help.

We had snow this weekend, it’s already melting. We needed the moisture.

I tried reading a lot and couldn’t. I miss reading a lot. I’m trying though. I caught a cold and it really brought me down. I want to be normal. I started drinking my greens again, that’s helping.

I get the granddaughter for the weekend. I was suppose to get her for two weeks but had to have her find someone else. It wears me out too much and I hate it. This stroke is taking away so many things I love. It’s hard to be happy. I don’t even care about my arm working I just want to feel normal and to have energy again.