tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:58:04 +0000Perceptions, Reflections and Interpretations of a Woman's Journey as She Stumbles Down the Road of Life.http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)Blogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-8018652595486112122Thu, 27 Mar 2008 18:38:00 +00002008-03-27T16:23:34.266-04:00We are taught right from the being of our existence that honesty is the best policy. But as adults we know that is not always the case, sometimes a little finesse is needed when dealing with certain situations.Recently a young man I have know since birth found himself in one of these situations. He chose honesty and paid the price but because of his honesty it wasn't as severe as it could have http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/03/honesty-is-best-policy-or-is-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-4616293803983109198Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:52:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:10.956-05:00I'm participating in a blog chain this month. The topic is pets, mostly dogs.Some talk about how their animals own them while one even enjoys being a pet to her husband. After giving it some thought, I decided to write about how in my next life I want to come back as one of these pets. Don't get me wrong, some pets have terrible lives, living at the mercy of their owners. I'm talking about the http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/03/whose-your-dawgy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-2680664368620861977Wed, 27 Feb 2008 15:59:00 +00002008-02-28T11:07:16.039-05:00take a back seatnot a car metaphor, this was originally a parliamentary expression derived from the relative low influence of persons and issues from the back benches (the bench-seats where members sit in the House of Commons), as opposed to the front benches, where the leaders of the government and opposition sit.happily ever after (atleast til 2008)...have little or only observational http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-upon-time_28.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-8681552059279685558Thu, 21 Feb 2008 13:24:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:11.331-05:00Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.The above was sent to me as an email this weekend. It made me reflect upon the http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-brighten-up-even-your-darkest-nights.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-3230309209805479996Thu, 21 Feb 2008 00:30:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:11.676-05:00Baker's dozenIn times when bakers incurred a heavy fine for giving short weight they used to add an extra loaf to avoid the risk.Happily ever after....(atleast til 2008)Thirteenhttp://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-upon-time_20.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-8767419052348780087Sun, 17 Feb 2008 23:45:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:11.844-05:00You couldn't pay me to go back to my teen years.I complain about living with teenagers, but I am not so old that I don't remember how emotionally challenging it was.I fell in love easily. Going steady with a boy for a summer was like a lifetime. Looking back I see how careless it was, I was my own worse enemy.PITA2 (middle daughter) recently met a boy at the mall. Both were with a friend who alsohttp://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/fickle-fickle-heart.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-6403876683873012143Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:03:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:12.018-05:00 I would like this to be a recurring segment posing a question or two that open up a discussion in the comments section.On the subject of teen dating: Age to start; type of dating allowed; appropriate age differences; and curfew restrictions? Does gender play a role in your answers? http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-we-talk.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-472989564626855380Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:51:00 +00002008-02-14T16:30:12.041-05:00What is the deal with men and directions?Not just driving direction, but how-to directions too.My husband and I can't do household projects together.It ends up in an argument everytime.First thing he does is put the directions to the side (without looking at them). Next he takes out the parts as he thinks they should go together, while I would have taken all the parts out, laid them out in front http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/which-way-did-he-go-joe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-1760105565532885857Wed, 13 Feb 2008 18:33:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:12.205-05:00'Bottoms Up' The expression origins are from the British historical press-ganging of unwary drinkers in dockside pubs into the armed services (mainly the navy) in the 18th and early 19th centuries. Men who 'took the King's shilling' were deemed to have contracted to serve in the armed forces, and this practice of offering the shilling inducement led to the use of the technique in rather less http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-upon-time_13.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-2866691966383247598Sun, 10 Feb 2008 00:29:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:12.339-05:00Your guess is as good as mine.I always tried to make dinner a family affair. It became the one time of the day that we all sat down together. The conversation wasn't always intellectual yet we rarely argued at the table (bad for the digestive tract and all). Even with sports and other activity schedules we managed to eat together. We might eat really early or really late yet for 16 years I http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-3754005595549972924Wed, 06 Feb 2008 11:55:00 +00002008-02-10T19:02:07.530-05:00Once upon a time ... will be a weekly feature of this blog. I love cliches. I use them all the time (I know - bad habit). I find their origins interesting. The evolution of these phrases is usually fascinating. Today's version seldom resembles much of the original useage yet one can see how it evolved into it's modern definition.Once Upon A Time...A Rule of Thumb In the 1400s a law was set forthhttp://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-upon-time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-8525164072113001540Sun, 03 Feb 2008 18:50:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:12.908-05:00Customer service help lines are the bane of the consumer's existence. Designed to make routine tasks convenient yet evolving into a quagmire pulling one further and further in. What should be a five minute phone call becomes a test in endurance and patience.All you want is a simple answer to a simple question:First you dial a toll free number, Second you sit through several options (none of whichhttp://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-ringy-dingy-two-ringy-dingy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-2922394409312372133Thu, 31 Jan 2008 21:47:00 +00002008-01-31T13:47:24.504-05:00A family moved into the neighborhood years ago. They had three children, 2 girls and 1 boy. I knew their names were Jan, Fran and Dan because I heard their mother calling them. But every time their father called it was PITA1, PITA2, etc or PITAs. It was said affectionately and I always thought it was sweet. One day at a neighborhood BarBQ, I casually asked him what it meant. I had always been http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/01/pita-not-just-bread.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-7123955370479526029Thu, 31 Jan 2008 03:10:00 +00002008-12-09T13:10:13.084-05:00Spring/Summer fashions have arrived.What’s a girl to do?$HOP!!!I love to shop, but I don’t have time to spend hours perusing the racks. I grab a lunch hour here and there, a Saturday every once in a while. I used to spend a few moments looking over a rack, if I saw something I liked I would grab my size and move on, eventually finding my way to the dressing room. Sometimes I bought items I liked http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/01/size-doesnt-matter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-6688914179346095623Mon, 21 Jan 2008 00:05:00 +00002008-01-20T21:16:52.385-05:00I’m straddling the generation gap. How did I get here? When did I get here? It started several years ago as a crack widening until it became a gap.I should have seen it coming when my husband gave me a mug with the caption“It's official I've become my mother.”Nothing against MY mother, she’s great. It’s more about becoming “YOUR PARENTS”. As children, we swear we will not grow up to be our http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2008/01/straddling-gap.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32253270.post-115482519135630069Wed, 16 Jan 2008 01:41:00 +00002008-01-31T13:48:00.854-05:00To Blog or Not to Blog, that is the “?” If everyone jumps off the bridge,would you? Seems so, here I am – blogging. 40-something woman, 20+ years wife, mother of 3, owned by 3 dogs and devoted member of a support group of my dearest friends. Like most women I wear many hats – cook, housekeeper, ATM, maid, chauffer, medic, ATM, disciplinarian, last resort listener, gopher, bail bondsman (not http://mylifeyourewelcometoit.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (M T Nestr)2