Posts Tagged: Paul Owen
Hubby and I have been married a while now (27 years and counting), so we’ve seen a lot of Valentine’s Days come and go. For us, the occasion is usually marked by wine, chocolate, and me not cooking. Winning! It’s also a great occasion to reflect on relationships. With that in mind, I’m re-posting a…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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
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…
