Someone asked me why I called this blog "Hustle Hag" so I thought I'd just write it down! I tried several names and they were all taken, of course. You know how it is. While mulling this little problem over this little tid bit from the past came to mind.
It started when my niece, Laura, was about 3. We went to First Monday (a huge flea market in Canton, Texas.) I was carrying her on my hip when she looked up and saw that her mom, my sister, had walked a few booths up from where we were. She kicked me with her heels, like I was a riding horse, and said "Hustle, Hag." She was pointing toward her mom with a concerned look on her little face, then kicked me again and bobbed her body in the direction I needed to go. My sister and I still laugh over that. However, at age 13 now, Laura doesn't find it nearly as amusing as we do! When this came to mind I thought, "Ah ha!" And so there you have it: Hustle Hag. It says a lot about my life. I'm always hustling to try to get things done and I'm always behind anyway!