A member, Patricia G. wrote and submitted this great household tip for this week:

Annie,

Thank you for the great household tips. I have one to share with you also. I came upon this accidentally; was in the Sears store, and noticed a clerk was cleaning finger prints off stainless steel oven doors. She was using baby oil on a cloth. It worked great. Went home and tried it on all my stainless steel appliances. Now they glow with shine and no markings from the kid's...

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I envy those people who have talent in their hands to create craft projects. I am not one of those creative people. For me, neither my hands, nor the materials used coordinate in an artsy way.

Take glue.. it hates me! One look at me, and the glue stick goes bonkers and gets all over me, the table, and anything nearby.. except the project at hand. Take yarn.. it does not cooperate with my fingers and a crochet hook.

Yet I appreciate handcrafted gifts, and envy people...

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It was a day at the pediatrician's office when I was a child that I spotted THAT magazine. We were there because my brother had an earache. I loved reading when I was a child, I still do. I've always liked informative reading, specifically learning about animals, plants, people and places. I'm one of those big discovery channel, animal planet and history channel nuts.

Back to the doctor's office where I picked up that special magazine for the first time that had me mesmerized....

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If finally happened. My first "Flight of the Bee Dance". Truth be known, it actually wasn't a flight. It was more of an introduction of the season, a standoff of sorts.
I suppose this big ominous-looking bumble bee appeared as such in my eyes only as he stole my space, my garden area. He stood his ground, zig-zagging back and forth among his new domain as I pulled weeds. I politely introduced myself.
"Hellooooo Big Ominous Bee. Let's understand one another,...

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If finally happened. My first "Flight of the Bee Dance". Truth be known, it actually wasn't a flight. It was more of an introduction of the season, a standoff of sorts.
I suppose this big ominous-looking bumble bee appeared as such in my eyes only as he stole my space, my garden area. He stood his ground, zig-zagging back and forth among his new domain as I pulled weeds. I politely introduced myself.
"Hellooooo Big Ominous Bee. Let's understand one another,...

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