I use ChatGPT. There. I said it. And I’m not ashamed. It’s actually in my career goals for the year to use AI effectively. And my boss sometimes brings things to me purposefully to complete a task using it.

I’ll start with a disclaimer: when using Chat, note the little warning that appears above the prompt line:

“ChatGPT can make mistakes. Check important info.”

Grannie, I love your fat arms.

How sweet is that? Through all my ups and downs in weight, my arms have always held onto being a fat girl. They are the reason ¾-length sleeves were invented. To be brutally honest, I suspect they are also the reason airbags were invented, as I’ve certainly been known to throw my jiggly arm across a passenger to ‘protect them’ when I was braking. A fortune lost from not patenting the idea before airbags came along.

When I took MAPP training from DFCS, one of the assignments was to list the rules in my house. I had two.

1) Kids are allowed to play in the dirt and get dirty.

 2) Sometimes, it’s ok to eat dessert first. 

Some of my readers may not believe me to be the virtuous young woman I was at the age of 25 when the big F-bomb came out of my mouth for the first time, but I assure you, I did not embellish this tale. 

True story, I was held hostage for 90 days by a judgy little app. 

It’s called IntelliDrive and has some pretty ‘iffy’ criteria in my opinion.  It sounds straightforward enough, they evaluate you on five criteria.  They don’t tell you exactly how they measure those criteria or how the algorithm works.

I’m certainly not Oprah, but I thought it might be fun to put together a list of my favorite things.

Honeymoons are designed to be sacred time away from the world as husband and wife start this new venture together.

We absolutely had sacred time. Our honeymoon also included family, hospice nurses, oxygen tubing, wheelchairs, spreadsheets, handwritten letters, and one man determined to finish being himself.

As a Grannie of boys, I learned that farts offer hours of endless entertainment.

One day the boys were taking turns photographing each other. I wasn't paying much attention until T looked at me with complete sincerity and asked,

"Grannie, do you want me to take a picture of your butt?"