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?…
Category: Humor
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…
New Car? Kittens Best Part of the Day…
Always an adventure, non? Those of us who've lost spouses and played in the cancer pond consider our dance cards of the unexpected full, thank you. There is no need, ever, for surprise. Been there, done that. My little 200, love of my life with its' throwback analog clock--the reason I bought the car, showed… Continue reading New Car? Kittens Best Part of the Day…
Everything Old Is New…And Cute
A delicious white fur stole with rhinestone brooch will grace my shoulders next month at the wedding of Oldest Chicken. No, it's not real fur; I'm not a barbarian. Pfft. It's a throwback to the glamour days when ladies made an entrance, sipped champagne from coupes and added stems to their cigarettes. Aside from the… Continue reading Everything Old Is New…And Cute
All That Entertaining and Smiling…
So, the wedding wiped me out! Who knew entertaining and smiling could be so very exhausting? Not in the know? Well, pull up a chair dolls. Middle Chicken got married last month. It's been a year in the planning. And, shocker, nothing went wrong. Not anything that anyone would notice anyway. As an event chick,… Continue reading All That Entertaining and Smiling…
Five Year Plan…
In a job interview. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" What flashes through my head: On the beach in St. Barths, thin enough to be wearing a bathing suit with the wispiest of coverups, Pina Colada at the ready, flanked by a blue-eyed semi-stranger. What comes out my mouth: A spiel about love… Continue reading Five Year Plan…
Cancer Girls Unite…
There's a new cancer girl in town. Well, she's in Vegas, close enough. Regardless of where she is, you want this badass chick on your "Help Me Get Through This" team. I stumble upon Elly Brown as Sunday morning political show frustration reaches a peak and yelling at the TV is scaring the cats. The… Continue reading Cancer Girls Unite…
Time For A Beach Read…
Isn't it time for a beach read? I know--there was no book last month. I could say I didn't read. Truth is, I struggled for five weeks to get through that plodding mess about a wedding. A writer with a heart, I won't go after the book. Just advice on the side: if you must… Continue reading Time For A Beach Read…
It’s All About The Writing Dolls…
So, it's back. Our favorite high brow not-so-secret pleasure. Big Little Lies, that is. The juicy, gasp inducing, chicks rock story revolving around five girls. Which of the Monterey Five are you? We're all accounted for in their various personalities, non? Are you Celeste Wright, Nicole Kidman's perfect on the outside, kinky on the inside,… Continue reading It’s All About The Writing Dolls…
The Duchess Diaries 