One of my passwords is bread. My female chickens find this humorous. Fall on the floor humorous. It was a security question--what is your favorite food? Duh. The Chickens are in Bama together last year, Roll Tide, and they want access to something requiring my password. I don't remember the password. The hint they say,… Continue reading Who Loves Bread?
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The Subject is Fat…
The subject is fat. Nary a chick amongst us is immune. Exchanging dimes for every conversation had with girlfriends concerning weight gain, weight loss (wait--that doesn't happen) I would never worry over lack of insurance funding for life's remainder. Instead I could mull over what champagne to sip and in which European country to make… Continue reading The Subject is Fat…
Q & A: You Asked…We Answered
Squee is defined as a noise primarily made by a rabid fan girl. It originated with Anime. The term has expanded in the lexicon to express all encompassing, exciting news that makes one want to scream, squeal and bust out in happiness all at once. Very little, excepting shoes and dresses, makes me squee. Never… Continue reading Q & A: You Asked…We Answered
Success Without Panties…
Last night was the first big event with the new company. As PR Maven, my job is to make sure we look good, get great media coverage, and ensure our name is front and center. Check, check and check. Thank God no one knew I wasn't wearing panties. At least as far as I know.… Continue reading Success Without Panties…
You Flirty Little Thing…
And another young one is seeking advice. Can you imagine? Who knew there was such a wealth of knowledge to be bandied about? This time it's Golf Maddie, a Middle Chicken friend. Her request hits every girl worth her red blooded hotness some time in her young life. The trick is honing your skills so… Continue reading You Flirty Little Thing…
Making Up For Lost Time…
The new job is cramping my style. There is little time for partying, lunching with girlfriends and studying what other girls are wearing. Although it requires dressing up as much as I like for every occasion; there are just so many of them. And so many days in a week. The hours leave little time… Continue reading Making Up For Lost Time…
Breaking Up Is Hard to Do…Sometimes
A request came from a young reader I do not know. She is a student at ASU. She asks for breakup advice. It's been a great while since my twenties but one tends to remember breakups that leave bruises. The ultimate break up, the one where he's dead, sucks beyond measure but has many of… Continue reading Breaking Up Is Hard to Do…Sometimes
And I Am Envious…
Adjustment is the only constant in the world of widowhood. It's not just figuring out car maintenance, garbage hauling and tree trimming. It's also the good. The good is the stuff of bittersweet memories and jealousy so deep and green that if cut, I would gush emerald. Last weekend brought it home again. Two steps… Continue reading And I Am Envious…
Fashionista Fantasies…
Spring fashion is less interesting to most than the Fall collections. Me? I'm a sucker for any season but spring generally follows a pattern--a little dash of floral, a pop of color. This spring, however, brings us most interesting news. Miss Anna, as in Wintour, yes the Devil of Prada fame, got a little promotion… Continue reading Fashionista Fantasies…
Lessons in Badassery
Got a new job. Finally. At the moment I went to sign the contract, the heavens opened and the angels sang. And a voice from deep inside said, "As God is my witness, I will never be hungry again." Oh Scarlett, dear, how would I get through a single day without you to comfort me?… Continue reading Lessons in Badassery
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