People often say I don’t look my age. They mean it as a compliment, and I take it as such, but lately I’ve been wondering. Is it really a compliment, and why does hearing it make me so happy?
https://muddling.me/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/rosy-red-lips.jpg262450Karen Galatzhttps://muddling.me/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/kg-logo.pngKaren Galatz2026-01-21 08:01:412026-01-20 12:28:48You Don’t Look Your Age
https://muddling.me/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/pin-up-girl-retro-vintage-swimsuit-preview-2.jpg399325Karen Galatzhttps://muddling.me/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/kg-logo.pngKaren Galatz2026-01-07 08:57:282026-01-07 08:55:35My Days as a Swimsuit Model are Over!
It’s time for my annual Holiday Grab Bag blog. This year’s blog spotlights cookie-scented deodorant and AI obits. Ho, ho, OH! It’s an odd, jolly jumble.
My family is generally an agreeable lot. We don’t argue. Don’t bicker. Maybe we have good communication skills, a shared outlook on life, or mutual respect. Perhaps we’re apathetic and figure there’s no point in trying to change one another’s minds. Who knows. In any case, we get along EXCEPT when it comes to cookies.
You Don’t Look Your Age
Is That Really a Compliment?
People often say I don’t look my age. They mean it as a compliment, and I take it as such, but lately I’ve been wondering. Is it really a compliment, and why does hearing it make me so happy?
My Days as a Swimsuit Model are Over!
or Why I Willingly Had My Throat Cut!
Pick your title. Both are true. My days as a swimsuit model are over, and yes, I willingly had my throat cut. What in blazes am I talking about?
Happy Holidays, Merry, Ho, Ho, Ho
Season's Greetings
Happy Holidays from our home to yours. May you have health, happiness, and, of course, humor in the New Year. Fondly, Karen and Handsome Hubby
Holiday Grab Bag
Cookie-Scented Deodorant and AI Obits!
It’s time for my annual Holiday Grab Bag blog. This year’s blog spotlights cookie-scented deodorant and AI obits. Ho, ho, OH! It’s an odd, jolly jumble.
Cookies Equal Chaos
Higher Math at the Kitchen Table
My family is generally an agreeable lot. We don’t argue. Don’t bicker. Maybe we have good communication skills, a shared outlook on life, or mutual respect. Perhaps we’re apathetic and figure there’s no point in trying to change one another’s minds. Who knows. In any case, we get along EXCEPT when it comes to cookies.
My Latest Obsession? Numbers
Obits and Dead Musicians ... It's a "Living."
I don’t buy lottery tickets or even have a lucky number. Yet I’m obsessed with numbers. What kind of numbers? The age which people die.