Hello. Nashville calling. Chicken and music will steal your soul. The place Baby Chicken calls home is charming, fun, and famous, to be sure. Some girls are known to swoon when they hit the South. Roll Tide. Others of us join the fray, can speak Southern with the best of them, and dance the night… Continue reading Nashville Calling…
Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls
Giving Away A Chicken…
The weekend featured the marriage of Baby Chicken and Southern Boy. A mix of joy, exhilaration, and festivity gave way to exhaustion and a cold. Either this mother is losing her party pants longevity or is just plain getting old. But then I am reminded that each time a cold, flu, or cancer strikes, I… Continue reading Giving Away A Chicken…
It’s The Collection That Counts…
Felled by allergies, I spend a sick day watching Netflix. Yup, like when we were little. Snuggled up in a blanket on the couch. Netflix is offering Sex And The City for those who never had HBO. It's caused a stir amongst Gen Z so I thought I'd re-check it out. You know, for research.… Continue reading It’s The Collection That Counts…
Inner Karen Emerges…
Baby Pea, Grand Bears 1 and 3, and this girl traveled to attend Grand Bear 2's second birthday. Got there, celebrated with a visit from the uber-famous in the under-ten set, Elsa, and settled in for the drive back. With me so far? The stop for food is a bit sketch. Baby Pea and I… Continue reading Inner Karen Emerges…
Valentine Evolution…
When the love of your life drops dead, Valentine's Day looks different. Its evolution is a bit like grief. At first, it's sad. Then angry. Then sad. Then depressed. Then sad. Then accepting. Then, eventually, meh. It's Valentine's Day. The three a.m. wake up and worry about the world last eve ended up reflective. Women… Continue reading Valentine Evolution…
Where’s My Fur?…
Some do not look back on the late eighties and nineties with disdain. We have appreciation and respect for big hair, jingling bracelets, gold layered necklaces, and the elevating nature of fur--faux, of course, we're not barbarians. Trousers were black and wide, with cinched, high waists. Versace silk blouses screamed color. Heels were high and… Continue reading Where’s My Fur?…
The Wrath of Amoxicillin…
Three a.m. wake-up is not unusual. Middle-of-the-night wake-up to worry is frequent. Worry over work, the future, the world, what to wear tomorrow, and whether I locked the door fills the brain. Do I get up to check? Of course not. The alligator under the bed might get me. This particular night is different. A… Continue reading The Wrath of Amoxicillin…
Cheers Ladies…
Last Saturday I got home at two-thirty a.m. Was it due to dancing, the country dive bar, or perhaps a gentleman? Nope. It was the chicks. Construction Girl had a birthday of some note so the ladies gathered. Ages range from young thirties to well above that. Politics, business, the world in general, marriages, divorces,… Continue reading Cheers Ladies…
Dating. Why?…
When I was with the Woo-Woo Medium, she blurted, "And you don't date, why not?" That nugget was not information I had shared. Perhaps disgust is written all over my face. The topic comes up again in a conversation with work pals. Every once in a while, I can be coerced on a date. Generally,… Continue reading Dating. Why?…
Woo-Woo Joins the Party…
Spirits, ghosts, apparitions, and messages from beyond--never got mine. The Norwegian does not visit. I've often thought it's because he left things in such a jumble that he doesn't want to deal with what I've got to say. The Chickens say there's evidence all around. And the psychic medium with a psych degree says the… Continue reading Woo-Woo Joins the Party…
The Duchess Diaries 