Tag Archives: covid

Not your mother’s Tupperware party.

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Ladies – do you remember back in the day when your friends hosted those annoying Tupperware or Home Interior parties? I never wanted any of those products but my girlfriends would beg me to come to boost their attendance numbers. I hated the silly games and the forced sisterhood of wives who had nothing better to do than discuss the merits of the new and approved bowls that burped…. but I went, because I’m a good friend.

When those home party invitations started to wane and then disappeared completely? I was thrilled.

When the Covid pandemic introduced everyone to Zoom and my friends discovered the joy of hosting a party virtually? I was much less thrilled.

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Yes, that’s an invite to a friend’s virtual, high pressure, please log on and buy something so I can reach my sales goal and receive the free gift I never would have bought for myself anyway, party.

To make her happy I accepted the invite and logged on at the appropriate time. I virtually waved hello to the sales rep of the company I’d never heard of and boosted her attendance numbers. About to slip out the digital back door unnoticed, I figured what the hell… I might as well check out what they were selling.

And may I just say? Wow.

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Onyx nipple clamps and an Over the Moon vibrator?

I have to be honest… it almost made me miss the bowls that burped.

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Critter news you can’t use.

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Being an animal lover, my eye is always drawn to stories and articles in which they feature.

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My girlfriend caught Covid in the first wave. It was a really bad time for her but thankfully she didn’t need to be hospitalized. She is however suffering many long Covid effects. Brain fog, hair thinning and worst of all … loss of taste and smell. It’s been almost two years and still nothing. She says the only flavor that breaks through is salt. Can you imagine only tasting salt for two years? I’m crossing my fingers for the hamsters.

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Shame I can’t talk the husband into it. He’s a pretty boy…

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This made my heart smile. Every store/business should adopt a shelter dog!

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A random chicken is loose in our town. I shall update the post if he struts by our house.

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News you can’t use.

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The plethora of stupid headlines assures I will never run out of things to share.

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I’m going to pass on ordering one of those, just as I do on the extended car warranties.

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Now there’s an item positively screaming to be hung in the man cave bar.

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I don’t know about you, but I honestly don’t want to know the answer to that.

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*crosses Texas off her vacation destination list*

Who am I kidding? It was never on there in the first place.

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I am not a pioneer woman.

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Not traveling for the past 2 years has been tough. It seems we were just getting into the swing of navigating our time share resort catalog… culling the ordinary and finding some fabulous spots… and then Covid slammed the door. While I’d be up for getting back on the road, my husband is still hesitant so we’re sticking close to home for now. I’ve been slowly researching some New England escapes my spouse might be comfortable with and the other day I came across this:

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Let me state for the record… unequivocally and without a doubt… I am not a camper. I have absolutely zero pioneering spirit and require hot and cold running Egyptian cotton sheets.

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While I love nature, the outdoors and hiking during the day, ( before my knee injury, damn it ) I prefer to sleep in air conditioned comfort on a king sized pillow top not sweltering in a 12×6 wagon with mosquitoes large enough to carry you away.

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Trust me, it’s not. And I wouldn’t.

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The words magical wagon and camp grounds are not used in the same sentence, not in my world.

And when I heard they rent for $1,500 a night? Yeeha! That’s a hard pass.

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Pandemic humor

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Every time I finish one of these posts I think it will be my last, then I see something funny and realize I have to keep sharing.

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They don’t call them Emperors for nothing.

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Now that’s brilliant.

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Will we ever hug again? I’m rethinking so many pre Covid normalities now. Hand shaking. Buffet dinners. *shudders*

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This portrays my last two years perfectly.

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Pandemic humor

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I’m going to keep doing these as long as I have to make myself laugh.

It may be a while…

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At this point, it can’t hurt.

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As long as you don’t take me with you, but that’s the problem isn’t it?

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I feel like that’s where I am right now. All our well laid plans for retirement out the window.

WTF sums it up perfectly.

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Screw you Facebook!

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Like it isn’t bad enough we haven’t travelled anywhere since Christmas 2019.

As if I don’t miss the annual large trip and three smaller vacations we used to take every year.

Because Covid hasn’t made life as sedentary and boring as possible? Facebook has to twist the knife in a little deeper with their constant “memories” feature.

On this day three years ago you were happy!

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On this day three years ago you were exploring Sedona Arizona!

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On this day three years ago you had no idea life would soon come to a screeching halt!

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So cut it out Facebook!

I don’t need to be reminded how much I loved traveling… I realize it every time we treat walking over to the man cave/Barn Mahal like a weekend getaway.

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I totally saw a yacht at sea.

How pathetic is that?

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