Author: Beth Lock

I process payroll for our small manufacturing company. We pay twice a month, on the 5th and the 20th. Today when I arrived at

I got my spam mixed up which resulted in an increase in my mortgage interest, and a decrease in the size of my breasts.

There are not enough daylight hours yet. (Oh, I keep getting interrupted by spam. Like, who writes to me anymore? Yet the hope is

I did not garden tonight. But I did make appetizers before dinner, which delayed dinner; tuna stuffed mushrooms with six cheeses and scallions. Dinner,

Man, I have got to stop listening to the radio. It’s depressing. Living where I do in Sunny Southern Utah does have its advantages,

My big dog Oreo died Monday, around five pm. We took her to the vet because after talking with him on the phone I

I was out planting the dog tonight when my son drove up with the grandbrats. He brought the baby girl in the house, “Hi!”

Other than baseball, which I followed for a time in the late eighties because of a slight romantic interest in Drop Dead Gorgeous Ted,

I hate housework. Well, hate is a pretty strong emotion, I suppose, to apply to chores. Hate should be reserved for other things, like

Menopause has galloped back into my life in a big way, with hot flashes and night sweats dominating the personal weather scene. OK, fine,

We took a quickie road trip this past weekend to Sedona, Arizona via the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. The ever lovely Carmel

The owner of the company I work for has a name that can be either male or female. For the purposes of this story

During the late ’70’s and early ’80’s I lived in Spokane, Washington. My wasband and I were scratching out a very poor existence as

I think that’s what I’ll rename my blog: Today’s Gripe. Of course, I’m menopausal. Perhaps in a few years I’ll mellow out again. Since

The first day of the 2004 Tour finally arrived and I had no idea how excited I was until I found myself up at

The relatively flat of today’s stage made me anticipate a replaying of “The Fasso Bortolo Train” from the Giro d’Italia earlier this year. Alessandro

I keep forgetting today is the Fourth of July, since we in Utah celebrated it yesterday, Saturday, the third of July, because Sunday in

High puffy clouds, blue skies, dry road conditions and another relatively flat stage this last day in Belgium had all the makings of a

Cobbles and Crashes were the order of the day in today’s race, and the playing field was leveled between the two Italian sprinters Petacchi

“It’s like Woodstock on wheels.” Bob Roll Spectators lined the streets in the rain for today’s Time Trial event, umbrellas unfurled, cheering the riders