Learner’s Permit. The Next Step in the Journey. (EEK!)

So Dr. Smooth got his learner's permit this week.  In other words, the number of gray hairs on my head has multiplied learner's permitconsiderably.  It seems so odd to sit on the passenger side and look over and see him driving.  I have some control issues with being in the passenger seat anyway, so it takes a lot of deep breaths and concerted efforts to make my voice remain calm. I feel confident that he has a good head on his shoulders and that he is responsible and careful.  I feel confident that he will become a good driver with practice and experience. It's all the other idiots drivers on the road that I worry about.  I feel suddenly hyper-aware of all the dangers that exist in our daily travels.  What if that one doesn't stop? What if that one pulls out in front of him? What if that one crosses the yellow line?  What if that one is texting or drunk? Continue reading "Learner’s Permit. The Next Step in the Journey. (EEK!)"

No Domestic Diva Here

I have a confession to make.  One that is shocking and true.Ruby Ann's Down Home Trailer Park Cookbook, cookbook, domestic diva, cooking, Southern humor I.  Am.  NOT.  A.  Domestic. Diva. I do not cook.  I do not know how to cook.  I do not enjoy cooking.  I do not want to cook. (Those closest to me have shrugged by now and wondered why this is a labeled as a confession rather than a known truth.) The most stressful question I am asked by my family is "What's for dinner?" That question can turn an otherwise happy day into a panic-stricken gut-twisting "Oh Crap!" funk.  And they ask it EVERY DAY.  It's not enough that I figured out something to feed them yesterday.  And the day before.  They want to know again today what they are eating tonight.  It's never ending. Continue reading "No Domestic Diva Here"