In the UK, some chick is getting paid to drink champagne and eat cake. No lie. She, I'm assuming it's a she, goes to wedding fairs to try the champagne and cake. For her efforts, she's rewarded 50 Euro an hour. In American moola, that's $56.90 an hour or $113,800 a year. To cocktail. No… Continue reading Get A Job…
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Valentine Love or Money…
Buzzfeed lures us in again. This quiz? "Will You Marry for Love Or Money?" Already married for love and that turned out with a dead guy in the woods on a summer day; I think money. Take the quiz. What would you do on a night out? Pick which vacation you'd take. Which car is… Continue reading Valentine Love or Money…
Thoughts From The Shower…
Reddit, that arbiter of all things Internet has a sub called, "Shower Thoughts." As a bath girl my first reaction was, "Who knew?" Not that I've never had profound hit me in the face in the shower, I've just never thought to collect them. And most of the time, they involve published books so there's… Continue reading Thoughts From The Shower…
Polka Dots and Pleats…
With a New Year come predictions for what to wear from those who do not dress for real jobs, sitting, or living on the surface of the sun. We do find hope, however, in polka dots and pleats. But Lord save us if we are forced into utility jumpsuits or eighties denim skirts. Do what… Continue reading Polka Dots and Pleats…
Toda Raba…
Chrismukkah came and went. As did the New Year with its festivity and promises. Resolutions? Gave them up for the New Year. Instead, I promise to be a better human both to myself and others. Take more baths of varying scents and expand the shoe collection. Oh, and dance on a few tables before I… Continue reading Toda Raba…
There’s a Fridge For That…
Those of us stuck in another time rarely fall for trends. Keeping the younger set close can help when you need someone to say, "Hey get a haircut," or "Don't wear that black dress ever again." Although what could be wrong with any black dress is beyond me. Female chickens insist the dress is a… Continue reading There’s a Fridge For That…
Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
Some days it's about the heavy lifting. Guys and chicks are not the same. Argue all you like but girls rarely belch the alphabet and guys generally don't wear thongs, regardless of worries over panty lines. Hauling the Christmas tree from the garage and a new license plate bring it home. I jostle and lift… Continue reading Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
Chrismukkah It is…
We hear it started in The OC. In our abode it's happening because Middle Chicken married Lawyer Boy, who's half Jewish and Baby Chicken's Southern Boy is much more Jewish. In our Catholic household, we couldn't care less what you are as long as there's wine. Fortunately, both Christmas and Hannukah involve fermented grapes. Although… Continue reading Chrismukkah It is…
Becoming A Dude…
I'm becoming a dude. I have a cold. I may be dying. It really is just sniffles, sore throat and aches. Standard cold stuff. My brain signals death is eminent. And then it hits me. In my old age, I'm becoming a dude. You might be too. Think about it. Ten, not to mention twenty,… Continue reading Becoming A Dude…
My Little Cub…
"What song do you want to dance to?" asks Oldest Chicken. He's referring to the mother-son tradition. His wedding is little more than a week away. We spend hours on the hunt. Feeling quite Goldilocks-ish. This one is too hard. This one is too soft. Seems finding the one that's "just right" should strike me… Continue reading My Little Cub…
The Duchess Diaries 