A few glasses of wine last night elicited conversation with Middle Chicken. It thrills me when she's home for a number of reasons; mostly that she is sensible like The Norwegian and can calm any storm that is not her own. Her conversations are deep, worldly, intellectual and stimulating where mine are small, fashion directed… Continue reading Sharpen Your Claws Ladies
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Becoming A Businesswoman….
As we know, I spent the majority of my years raising a husband and children. No offense to my mother-in-law, but it took almost as many years to raise the husband into something I could live with as it did the kids. As you also know, the job that paid, past tense, the bills was… Continue reading Becoming A Businesswoman….
Put a Pink Cape on Your Cat
Gay Louie is beloved in our family. He is an old, curmudgeonly queen of the highest order. He is given to pouting, hissy fits, screaming when attention is diverted from him and withholding love and affection for days should the need arise. And he is on his way out. We will lose him soon and… Continue reading Put a Pink Cape on Your Cat
Deck the Halls With Girlfriends…
A friend is famous throughout the land for her Ugly Ornament Party. So festive is this party that even The Norwegian enjoyed it. On first go round, about ten years ago, I approached tentatively with an ornament I considered just a bit tacky so as not to hurt the feelings of other partygoers who may… Continue reading Deck the Halls With Girlfriends…
I Hate My Christmas Tree…
I want to punch my Christmas tree in the face. I've already yelled at it. I called it a fuckface. And then I accused it of doing this to me on purpose. I have a bit of a problem with inanimate objects that refuse to do my bidding. But this tree; this tree is a… Continue reading I Hate My Christmas Tree…
Serendipity Strikes
This weekend found me trafficking bags at a holiday boutique. Financial success--not so much. Spiritual success--you be the judge. Serendipity struck as two amazing people fell into my life from out of the blue. A welcome respite to the asshats from the IRS lurking in the shadows circling for another piece of nothing. Or the… Continue reading Serendipity Strikes
Amour On Parade…at last
Bonjour Girlfriends! Yes there is a reason for my absence and yes, I have heard the complaints loud and clear! I know we're all busy, but this busy involves handbags. As a slut for any accessory, can you blame me for the lapse? And when those accessories sport my company name, honor The Norwegian and… Continue reading Amour On Parade…at last
The Bitch is Back
A public twitter reprimand can piss a girl off. That girl might be me. I may have been admonished, publicly, in the twittersphere, by an agent. I may have turned a shade of scarlet at the rebuke, but girlfriend does not fully realize with whom she's messed. She dissed a widow. We are a group… Continue reading The Bitch is Back
Musical Notes
The funniest things happen on the most ordinary days, making them extraordinary. My favorite drummer boy got a gig. He hasn't played in front of an audience in years. He stays mostly on the other side of music but he was invited to play a gig--a big one, at holiday time. I could not be… Continue reading Musical Notes
Chickens Can Heal the Soul…
Baby Chicken is a writer. Not a quip hack like me; a real writer whose magic with imagery flows from her mind and onto paper as if words were flowers floating on water. She rarely shared her writing before The Norwegian died and it made him sad. He told her those with gifts have a… Continue reading Chickens Can Heal the Soul…
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