Paul Owen

My Love Tweets Before Twitter

My Love Tweets Before Twitter

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Last year, hubby and I did a joint blog post about each other’s foibles.  Ah, married life can be so entertaining – especially from the sidelines. This year, I’ve been thinking about how communication has been radically altered in the 20+ years Paul and I have been married.  If we were courting(…)

Humor for the Tech-Challenged

Humor for the Tech-Challenged

Happy Monday!  With the new theme up, and things running sort-of-smoothly (after a lot of trial and error), this post from last year caught my eye.  Hope it gives you a good laugh.  I’m keeping all of the original marvy comments, too.  Take heart, O Tech-Challenged Ones! ——————————————-   My blog has been requiring me(…)

Taxes, Allergies, & Fri the 13th: a typical ROW80 week

It’s ROW80 check-in time!  In the Owen household this week, we’re celebrating not only goals semi-fulfilled, but the successful navigation of  killer allergies, Friday the 13th, and tax preparation. I can’t say I suffered through the tax preparation end of things; I was spectator/sympathetic ear/sandwich preparer for He-Who-Braves-the-1040.  In other words, my spectacular hubby, Paul. So,(…)

Tuesday Terrific: Foibles

Welcome to Tuesday Terrific, where we celebrate getting over the Monday bump and picking up speed for the rest of the week.   Unless you’ve been living in a hole dug in the ground, you know it’s Valentine’s Day! In anticipation of the occasion, I did the whole chocolate thing last week, here and here. So what topic(…)

A “try-something-new” mashup for Watercooler Wednesday

Welcome to Watercooler Wednesday, where the water is above-average, the topics are bubbly, and the company is sparkling. This week is a mash-up of awesome blog posts.  The theme:   Try something new!   Be the first to like. Like Unlike

ISFJ Writer Hits the Road for the Malice Domestic Convention, part 2

I survived Malice Domestic. Sounds like it should be a t-shirt from an amusement park’s thrill ride, doesn’t it?  In a way, it was a thrill ride (not including the lurching, glass-walled hotel elevators that made me a little woozy).  I met big-time authors, brand-new authors (there’s a special breakfast for them to introduce themselves(…)