I can stand here on a soapbox and voice my concerns and observations, except I have no idea where one obtains a soapbox and it’s easier to just get to the point…… Read More Text Etiquette 2 – Because Good Manners Still Don’t Hurt Anyone
When my brother and I were little we found a treasure trove of records, 45’s and 78’s which were my mom’s and her brothers when they were younger. We still had record players back then, in the not so distant past I might add, We had one of the semi-portable ones and would sit in… Read More Big Bad Bruce (Jenner)
When I was a little girl, I traveled quite a bit more than in recent years, lucky enough to go to England at 10 or 11 to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins. Times were different back then, as many of us know, and my parents put my brother and I on a transatlantic flight,… Read More Ugly American?
First we had Farmville and all its similar time suck cousins. Frontierville, Petville, I don’t know what I am Playingville. I quit those when I started using my debit card to buy Farm Cash. Yes I know, I am not proud of that but there it is. Then, came the Angry Birds. If you have been… Read More As if Birds With the Freaky Eyebrows Weren’t Enough… Now It’s Candy, and I am a SUCKER!
Lizzie and I were talking about something entirely different, when Clyde butted in, as he always does, with a sharp right turn. Want to see what the orang has to say while I hijack Lizzie’s blog for the day?
There comes a time in just about everyone’s life, and yea I mean everyone, where we have had enough. Enough being mistreated, abused, enough conceding our worth, of being asked to do this or that or whatever, just enough. Everyone feels it. Enough is whatever it is to that person and whatever they have as… Read More Enough
My first granddaughter was born yesterday. 7 lbs 5 oz, the image of her Mama at the age of just barely new to the world. She came like the winds of March, fierce, and fast, though not furious or angry. She is protected from the worst of that and leaves is to her Mama to… Read More The Belly Which Launched a Thousand Ships Turns Ninja
Often when I am writing and the subject of being not right in the head comes up, I will be happily clacking along the key board, tap tap tap tap tappity tap tap …tap …t..a..p and am stopped short by the fact I am in a place where I am not happy to be. It… Read More Call me Crazy, No, Really…
Well? Is anyone gonna give me a hint? You think I was gonna tell you why? Hahahahaha.. no no no I need a good reason why I should. And to be clear for those of you who are getting a little chuckle thinking what you are thinking… not THAT kind of favor.., I mean there… Read More why getting in a car with some one who irritates me, for the purpose of a favor they don’t deserve is good use of my time, and other fish (mouse) stories
Dear STB, I am sitting here deep in thought wondering how to stop wanting to smash your face in. Sounds violent I know, and knowing you, you will probably get a restraining order or something. Mostly because you are a drama queen, and because in your fear, you don’t know a thing about me.
Wow – am almost tempted to just Twitter that and forget the expanding on an idea thing but it’s too late now. Besides I think it is more than 140 characters and I don’t need to struggle with that brand of inadequacy today too….
I try not to swear too much here on my blog. I try to use it for what swearing should be used for – emphasis. I am not big on the F-bomb but I am not afraid to drop it if I feel the need…need not just urge.
I blacked out my blog today and was struck by the extreme frustration of being….silenced? While I chose to black it out to get the message across, I fought the urge to unblock it during the day and thought about what if one day I came to write and found the black out imposed by… Read More Imagine Not – but Ignore Not Either.
No..not that kind of dick.. Dick as in jerk, loser, low self-esteem boob that needs to exert control over another just to feel ok about themselves. How does that work anyway? How do you feel better treating someone else like shit. How do you say you love someone and then treat them like dirt? And feel good… Read More Lamentations of a Dick Magnet