Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

For once, its not media from the East pronouncing Arizona the land of heartless cowboys who just want to toss out any one who steps over the border. This time it’s meat and potatoes politics—its recall time. ​​ Launched early this week, the efforts to recall Diane Douglas, Arizona Superintendent of Schools, got underway after… Continue reading Political Buzz…

Perhaps he felt he wasn’t getting enough attention. He is an asshat after all. Monday morning, I sit up at 7 a.m. The day’s roster is filled with activities of the grocery store and office supply store variety. Middle Chicken will accompany me. She is not convinced I am safe out in the world alone.… Continue reading Gus Goes To The ER…

Fashion Police returns! For those of us devastated by Madame Joan’s passing and the subsequent implosion of the show, it was a night of celebrating. Until it wasn’t. Once more, I was passed over for the job. The only saving grace is Kelly Osborne did not return. ​​ Her last flounce off the set was indeed… Continue reading The Return…

No, he hasn’t left.  Gus is still with me. Asshat. We just went on little weekend getaway. I still have no choice but to take him along. And, of course, being the center of attention at every meal, he was most pleased with himself. “Look at me, keepin’ her alive and shit.”  He’s so boastful.… Continue reading Gus Takes A Mini Vacay…

The Duke of Cars asks us this month to take a serious look at the Jeep Wrangler. He’ll even put together a deal for you if you stop in. ​​ The Jeep Wrangler is the one you think of when you imagine the original jeeps of wartime. It’s a compact and midsize four-wheel drive off… Continue reading Get Your Fun On…

Trends come and go. This girl sticks to sheath dresses, pointy toe pumps and pearls. Every once in a while, trendy swings back around and finds me. Generally, I appear to be trapped in the early sixties and I like it that way. If I could master a beehive, I would so rock that. ​Imagine… Continue reading Suddenly Trendy…

When the diagnosis came through, I discussed summer plans with the chickens. The girls named it the greatest summer ever, except for the cancer. “We will take you to treatment and then we’ll watch movies.” Squees abound. ​​ Baby Chicken returned to Bama a few days ago signaling the true end to summer. As Middle Chicken… Continue reading The Summer Of Pjs and TV…

Today marks the birth of the divine Coco Chanel. So, you mock? Are you unaware of what she provided for your life and style? Perhaps our beloved pearls, swathed akimbo about our necks—the more the merrier—is enough. Or perhaps it’s that you no longer wear a corset. Or perhaps you enjoy wearing pants? Thank you… Continue reading Happy Birthday Coco Dear…

Cancer girls don’t get out much; something about energy levels, radiation side effects and Gus, the Asshole Feeding Tube. Yup, he’s still around. I think he likes my ability to eat bird size quantities of food so he can hang round and hear all the gossip. ​​ Yesterday it’s pedicures for River Rafter Girl and… Continue reading Pedis Cure A Good Number Of Things…

What’s a cancer girl to do when she’s got a feeding tube, Wonky Speech and is known to fall asleep without warning around three in the afternoon? Certainly not go on a job interview. The subject of a second job comes up with the arrival of every hospital bill. ​​ Laughter is the only medicine… Continue reading The Real Debate…