The holiday weekend that opens the summer season is the time to barbeque huge juicy burgers, make a gigantic macaroni salad, mix up some baked beans, and fix iced tea and brownies with ice cream for dessert.

This seemed like the perfect plan—who doesn’t love a party?

After much planning, I went on a special “sisters’ weekend” with my two sisters.

We all pick up words from friends or family, and employ them in our own conversations.

Having no directional skills can be very stressful when it comes to travel.

 To get the incentive I need to stay faithful to my treadmill, I have found several helpful tools.

I should have paid more attention in my home economics class.

I’m afraid we have all heard things ring out from a clerk that have made us shudder.

Several times I have offered to help a wonderful young family with their beautiful twin 11-month-old girls. After all, how hard could it be?

I can only laugh as I tell you about a problem I have. Without fail, I have found that when I am chatting with a friend, I do not pay attention to other things. I used to be such a great multitasker, but I'm afraid that skill is in jeopardy.

Somehow, all those great Christmas decorating ideas seem to multiply every year.

I have great fascination with visiting flea markets. I haven't found any fleas, though some items look like they could harbor a few.

You wouldn’t believe how many diaries and journals I’ve started over the decades.

Humming to myself, I looked around my house trying to decide what I would do with my free evening.

I don't know if other people see patterns like I do. In fact, not only do I see patterns; I also create them.

We recently hosted national leaders and their wives from an entire region of the world. I was "blessed" with the task of airport ministry. Let me explain what that ministry is all about. Long before my guests arrive, I attempt to pin down the date, time, airline and flight number fo

My purse is the holding place for tons of things. Well, that is what the weight feels like when the handle is cutting into my fingers or digging into my shoulder.

Last night was Open House for Pam’s School of Knowledge.

Sometimes Kathy likes to plan her organization and I like to organize my planning. That is where I find myself today.

Using coupons is an amazing challenge for me. Clipping the coupon and adding it to my collection is like retrieving a prize.

When Paul Harvey tells us to be concerned, we should pay attention.

From time to time, we have opportunity to get together for a Sisters’ Weekend, which is always great fun.

I have noticed recently that new sticky labels are appearing everywhere.

I’m a little weird because I really enjoy ironing.

I just talked to a friend of mine who is learning the ropes for a new job.

Erma Bombeck once said, “When you start to look like your passport photo, it’s time to go home.”

I love any reason, whether valid or lame, to celebrate.

At the end of our time in Alabama, I announced, “We leave at dawn!”

We were planning a family trip to the great state of Texas, but had a last-minute change, so we began planning a Girls Getaway.

I have seen entire flea markets, church bazaars and rummage sales filled with macramé wonders, silverware wind chimes, and amazing plastic canvas creations.

I have no idea how long my car had been making a terrible sound.

My poor sister agreed to meet me at a big box store after work. I had a great plan for reworking all of her kitchen storage areas.

Once again I’m playing host to a vicious lvirus that’s making my head pound and my nose feel as though it weighs 12 pounds.

I don't know if you are like this, but I love getting something for free.

I do have a weakness in life: books.

Visiting local bazaars is one way my sisters and I celebrate the holidays.

I think I better develop other special skills.

I looked at my watch. I looked up at the sky. Christmas? Already?

I was on the floor and didn’t even have one of those handy call buttons that they advertise on TV.

It is still hard to believe, but my sisters and I finally had a big garage sale.

My sisters and I finally decided to sell a bunch of our old stuff and make a ton of money. Isn't that what usually precipitates the crazy idea of having a garage sale?

When Pam and I go out for lunch, it is common for us to draw the most interesting servers.

This trip would add to Kathy's souvenir spoon collection like no other trip had.

The funny “thump, thump, thump” could be heard on an inconsistent, yet consistent enough basis to warrant attention.

Something is amazingly refreshing about being outdoors and outsmarting a fish.

The name “urgent” should never be used to describe healthcare.

In spite of a busy life, I try to be healthy. So I purchased a treadmill for my home.

I don’t know who’s happier about school breaking for the summer—me or my two girls.

The weather was warm enough, long enough, that it was time to get out the summer clothes.

Every woman has nightmares about the things she could discover in their refrigerator.

I recently had a photo shoot—which, by the way, is appropriately named, because I would rather be shot than go through another one.

We didn’t look like much going in to register at the hotel, but we sure had fun getting there.

I love to visit places—new places, exciting places, exotic places, historic places—sometimes even lame places if asked by my two teenage girls.

Maybe I don’t have a future with Wycliffe Translators after all.

I love shopping in stores that provide carts for shoppers.

I know all new mothers will agree that life is much harder when we are sleep deprived. The same holds true when we get a new puppy.

I had to learn certain things that are critical when I changed from manual to electric dental care.

I must say that I have a special gift for always choosing the "special" checkout line.

Some of my days are full, and sometimes my entire evenings are planned as well.

I really don't know how this happens. I start a little project and it somehow turns into at least a half a dozen others.

I really don't know how this happens. I start a little project and it somehow turns into at least a half a dozen others.

When I cleaned out my home office recently I found numerous gifts I had hidden away for people.

I must confess that being a homeowner suddenly meant much more than a mortgage for me.

Lying facedown in shag carpet was not the memorable first impression I wanted to make.

The bushes in front of our home have taunted me since we moved in.

I love telling a good story. I also enjoy hearing one.

Okay, I admit it—I just don’t see as well as I used to.

I don’t know how this happens, but Sunday mornings walking into church, I have a lot to carry.

The drawer where I place large utensils is a constant source of irritation.

I should have paid more attention in my home economics class.

This organizing business was proving to be more difficult than I thought.

Everything I need to get through a day is in my purse.

Batman’s got the Joker. Superman’s got Lex Luthor. Pam’s got Laundry.

Whoever invented the calendar did mankind a great favor.