Pauline Baird Jones

  • Transport of the Future?

    When I was a little girl, dreaming of the future, I imagined space ships and flying cars ala The Jetsons. More Magic Highways, like those depicted in this Wonderful World of Disney episode from 1958. The video is 49 minutes, but you can jump to the “future” around 39:00 (though I highly recommend pausing around…

  • Why I Disable Comments on Older Blog Posts

    One of the things that makes me happy when I check my blog statistics, is that visitors to this site often come through finding an older blog post. It is kind of fun to “see” (through site stats) what posts have caught someone’s attention. And it makes me sad that they can’t comment on that…

  • The Great (Actually Really Sad) Bra Fitting Adventure

    I suppose it is possible that there are women out there who walk into the lingerie section of a store and easily find a bra. Or several bras. I am not one of those people. In fact, I am a bit bra-lore illiterate. For me, bra shopping usually goes like this: I walk approach lingerie…

  • You Can’t Always Get What You Want

    Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could buy a pot of whatever and it would solve our problem of the moment? I wrote a blog post called “Life is an Invitation.” The problem arises, as one commenter pointed out in that post, when we find ourselves at a party we don’t like and don’t remember…

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    The Hubs is Trying to Outlive Me

    So the hubs told me that he is trying to outlive me so I won’t write his biography, The Life and Times of WyoJones. I’m sensing a lack of trust from my companion of thirty-nine years. He’s always been so supportive of my writing and our friends—particularly those on our Christmas letter list—have been asking…

  • The Bleak Mid-Morning

    I am not a morning person. If you’ve seen me whining on Facebook, you might have suspected this about me. If you’re a morning person, please don’t hate me. I really can’t help it. It doesn’t matter if I go to bed at six in the evening and sleep until six or seven. There are…

  • Monday’s Back with a Bwahahaha and Possibly a Har Har Har

    Monday’s Back with a Bwahahaha and Possibly a Har Har Har

    One year—last or maybe the year before that?—Facebook did a word cloud of my status’ (statisi?) and my most used word was: Monday. Sadly, most of those statisi were whining about Monday. I’m not sure why Monday is able to kick my tush. I work from home (author) and the nest is empty (#GrandmaProject goes…

  • What Kind of Reality Show Would You Be?

    So I saw an ad for reality show casting and that got me thinking, what kind of reality show would I be? My first thought was: BORING. Watching me type or read a book or try to get three stars in Angry Birds whatever would be a lot like watching paint dry… …but then I…

  • Talking Trees (No, Not TO the Trees) and Surviving Stuff

    Last week, I talked numbers (even though numbers hate me and often mock me). I know it was a departure for me to talk about my adventures (NUD-ventures) in self publishing, but sometimes I just have to write stuff to get it out of my head. Since I’m not friends with Math, that was a…

  • I Hate Numbers But…My Publishing NUD-venture

    I’ve never been a numbers gal. In fact, my friends can tell many mildly amusing stories of my problems with numbers. And a few of my teachers could weigh in, though I don’t think those still living follow my blog (thank goodness! I’m already causing my past science teachers – living and dead – a…