Random story…
Before I start, it’s important to note my dad rarely uses the phone. He uses at work, but pretty much refuses to use it at home. There have probably only been 20 times in my life when I’ve called the house and he’s answered. Three of those times were because something majorly bad was going on and my mom couldn’t make it to the phone. My dad has initiated a phone call with me about 10 times. Therefore, whenever I get him on the line my first response is, “Is everything okay?”
When I was about 14, my mom and I were sitting on my parents bed watching TV one night, likely Steel Magnolias – a movie we would stop to watch whenever it came on without fail. My dad came into the room, well past his bedtime, and the memory of following exchange always makes me laugh.
Dad: “Well, I just bought a set of Ginsu knives off the TV.”
Mom: “What!?”
Dad: “Yeah, I was watching one of those commercials, you know, and I called and bought them.”
Mom: “Jesus Christ, Jack, why did you do that!?”
Dad: “Donna, they cut the bumper off a damn car. The scissors cut a penny in half!”
That set of knives turned out to be a helluva good purchase.
My mother is an encyclopedia of useless information (sorry, ma, but it's true) - no one can beat her at Trivial Pursuit. As I age, I become more like dear old mom everyday. I routinely tell people about resources, recipes, tips, tricks, or websites I've heard about, tried, live by, etc. until one of my clients urged me to start a blog. So here it is! My perpetual ramblings. I hope you find them useful and amusing. If you don't, you can either keep it to yourself or leave me a well constructed critique. 
Ma
/ January 15, 2013To this day his eyes light up when an 800 number comes on the screen…
Annie Brokaw
/ January 15, 2013He’s seeking out that next big score!