Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

Writers spend a good amount of time in their own heads. When they do come up for air, they are attracted to the most interesting people and fare. After all, the real world has to compete with all that fantasy lodged in those slightly twisted brains. Lately, this girl has been running into some fascinating girls.… Continue reading Thoughts, Ladies?

Each year, four chicks trek to LA. It’s been going on for years. The Goddess, River Rafter Girl, Sweetest G and myself soak up the less intense California sun, check out Groundlings and celebrate the birthday of The Goddess’ granddog, Lola. Oh, and cocktails are involved. The weekend in June is also the annual trek… Continue reading Does Vanderpump Rule?…

The Duke tells us, “Number one in the summer is to protect your car from the heat. Just like everything else, your car needs to be shielded from the brutal sun.” Don’t know The Duke of Cars? He’s only our expert on buying, selling and caring for one of your most expensive possessions. We asked… Continue reading Protect Your Car From Heat…

Curiouser and curiouser. Did you know Barbie clothes are on Pinterest? And no, we're not talking tennis outfits and miniature lab coats. We're talking designer duds worthy of the Met Gala. I see them and find myself thinking (besides whose fingers are that small), I'd wear that. ​​ According to Yahoo News, it's a craze for… Continue reading Barbie Takes Over Pinterest…

Summer is in the air—Here in the Dale the weekend found us fanning our faces, repeating, “It’s a dry heat.” It’s 115. Summer, in other parts of the country, brings weddings and anniversaries. Our house is deluged with invitations, celebrations and love merriment. Jealous? You bet. The Norwegian and I would have been married thirty-two… Continue reading Aim For The Heart…

Generally I know what elicits reader response. Commentary sometimes surprises. Most recent: Why no word on the presidential campaign?, getting one’s business on the sponsor page, becoming “Who’s Who” and the power of matching undies. ​​ As you know, only the Taliban could make me vote for the woman in the blueberry suit. Wrapping my… Continue reading Are You Wearing Your Power Panties?…

Irony has joined the fray. Not in a million years did I think this girl would whine about having to gain weight. Right? I’m the girl with the ever-widening ass.It’s been a life struggle to keep that damn thing under control. “You must gain fifteen pounds,” instructs Dr. H. He's unfazed that cancer ate my ass and boobs.… Continue reading First World Problems…

Memorial Day spells tent sales. The Duke’s shop is no exception. Went visiting this week and found that the Jeep Patriot is on special. What I actually ventured to the dealer for was a car for Baby Chicken. Little One needs a car for a new job. I am more than a little impressed. It… Continue reading Get Patriotic Under The Tent…

A weekend in Bama can salve the soul—watching a youngest child graduate, meeting new people, tasting local delicacies and taking in a uniqueness found only South of the Mason Dixon. Like what? Language that Lulls: That slow, languid drawl pulls in even the dourest of souls. Slow and easy, sweet and sassy all laced with… Continue reading Songs Of The South…

“You will speak normally again.” It’s a voice from behind me. I’ve just finished speaking at the HEAL tea last month. I turn to face a stranger. She is smiling, beautiful, and somehow has knowledge of speaking abilities to come. “I had to come talk to you,” she continues. “I had the same cancer, nineteen… Continue reading Angels Are Everywhere…