Cancer Lesson 4,387: When they tell you resistance will be low, they're not lying. Pfft. For the second time this "cold and flu" season, I was sick. Betrayed by my body and felled to my bed. The last round left me in a small slump. This go round found me not only feeling bad but… Continue reading Slumping…
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It’s That Time of Year…heart emoji
It's that time of year...romance time. Reminders that Valentines Day is twelve days away leave one struck by the notion of romance. The Norwegian was the romantic in our house. Flowers every Friday, rented restaurant to propose, notes, cards. Me? I'm here aren't I? Not that bad, but not that good either. I turn to… Continue reading It’s That Time of Year…heart emoji
It’s Awards Season…
It's awards season, that time each year when the uneducated and overpaid pay tribute to themselves every Sunday night for two months. Oh, and make political speeches that make sense only to those who make millions, wear borrowed jewels and gowns and employ people to fawn. Shoes and dresses--the only reason to watch. Until last… Continue reading It’s Awards Season…
The Handkerchief…
Reaction from The Duchess Dolls (that's you) is always a surprise. This time--it's a tiny sentence that strikes a chord. "Where is a gentleman with a hankie when I need one?" The ladies swooned at the thought. Alas, it is not a swoon of the romantic variety as the last man most of them knew… Continue reading The Handkerchief…
This Is Our Crazy…
Can we talk This Is Us? A committed relationship with a few television shows is part of my life. Like The Real Housewives. I feel better knowing there are crazy bitches who cannot get it together despite money and privilege. I fully realize it says more about me than them. Sometimes the truth hurts. It's… Continue reading This Is Our Crazy…
Can A Blue Dress Save Me?…
I was sick this week, just a cold. But enough of a cold to render me grouchy, stuffy, coughy, achey and did I say grouchy? Not even lunch with the YaYas could save me from self-pity. I worked very little, which makes me angry. Not moving forward is my irritant. If only I could turn… Continue reading Can A Blue Dress Save Me?…
He Needs A Hellcat…
Remember when the cool guys drove muscle cars that looked like they just escaped Daytona, had no car seats and the two of you drove around just for the fun of cruising through town? Remember those cars in screaming colors that were a little loud with guys just cute enough to worry your parents? They're… Continue reading He Needs A Hellcat…
Octopus Mating…Premium Sleep
Did you know a male octopus rips off his penis and throws it at the female so she can inseminate herself? One of the many things on Pinterest. True or not, I've no idea. What I do know is, it's last night's thought that kept me awake. Tossing about worrying over all manner of things… Continue reading Octopus Mating…Premium Sleep
The Adventures Continue…
It's the first time back to the well-known Dale steak and martini singles den. You know the place--men in their fifties convinced it's their charm attracting young women? That place. "Hi. How are you?" say I, sliding in next to a chick and her designer bag perched on the bar. Business Woman says nothing. Instead,… Continue reading The Adventures Continue…
New Year…New Blog
One cannot produce a blog minus technology. Pity. I hate technology. Not only is it wildly frustrating, it is the epitome of rude. Finding a human being to discourse problems, problems and finally opinions on the lack of human help with those problems is impossible. Although The Diaries site created a couple of years ago… Continue reading New Year…New Blog
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