It's been a minute since this girl hit the spa. Although I am fanatic about weekly blowouts and never, ever, have chipped nails, massage has suffered. I had that corporate job that demanded constant attention and time, as well as weekends. Silly girl. Friendships and, evidently, massages were also affected. So on a particularly cold… Continue reading Massage Brain…
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Vampire Lifts Are Not The Answer…
Sipping coffee with a gal pal who says, "You should write about age. Age and jobs. Age and bodies. Age and dating. It's a pain in the ass." She's right. Aging is definitely different for the girls. Her frustration comes from a job hunt. She is a super-talented events and trade show planner looking for… Continue reading Vampire Lifts Are Not The Answer…
Celeb Coming Through…
California, amongst its many hallmarks, is home to a plethora of celebrities. On any given day, you may spy an FP (famous person) on the street or in a restaurant. Mostly, they are much smaller in real life and have over large heads for their tiny bodies. And they are impossibly thin. San Diego, mecca… Continue reading Celeb Coming Through…
Hello Danny…
While in Vegas, taking in as many sites as possible is always best; Adele if you recently robbed a bank, The Beatles' Love for your soul, and Danny Pellegrino any chance you can get. Not in the know my doll? It's a Housewives thing, as in the Real ones. Those of us who disengage our… Continue reading Hello Danny…
Hiatus, Schmiatus…
It's called hiatus and it's supposed to make you feel better, take a step back, reexamine your priorities, and probably even some more hocus pocus. Mine turned into almost nine months of not writing, not tending to my extracurriculars, and basically just working and tending to the needs of my job. The result? Hiatus, Schmiatus.… Continue reading Hiatus, Schmiatus…
Perhaps You Need More Stevie…
Sometimes you shake your head in disbelief. And praise the stars above you were born before rap. It's the weekly dinner with the chicks. The Goddess hosts at her abode and The Other Norwegian (remember, The Norwegian's cousin?) cooks the fare. The Goddess and Sweetest G are there. So is She Who Shall Not Be… Continue reading Perhaps You Need More Stevie…
Finally Grown Into My Pearls…
My grandmothers were pearl girls. My Grammie gave me my first strand when I was five, a graduated string with the largest in the middle and one added each year as I grew. She was straitlaced, knew the rules and liked them, and cooked three meals a day every day of her life. My Granna,… Continue reading Finally Grown Into My Pearls…
Sunday Scaries…
A week spent amongst Chickens is always good for the soul. A holiday week spent with Chickens in a brand new home and a first Thanksgiving dinner is a treasure. It's Middle Chicken and Lawyer Boy's new home and their first holiday in it. Le Sigh. Alas, Oldest Chicken and Baby Pea are on their… Continue reading Sunday Scaries…
Hello, California? Party of One…
I left the state for the weekend. I had to. Watching others show off their pandemic coping skills now that it's summer--hiking, boating, lake play, poolside lounging, open air shopping and dining--leaves a girl bereft of cheer. Girls that live on the surface of the sun are doubly locked in. COVID plus heat was supposed… Continue reading Hello, California? Party of One…
Charles Manson Was A Loser…
Ladies, there's a new murder girl in town. She's been around for a bit. I'm just late to the party. Those of us who cannot look away from the gruesome, the bizarre and the just plain WTF are obsessed. Why? It's the combination. This chick talks murder while she does her makeup. No lie. I… Continue reading Charles Manson Was A Loser…
The Duchess Diaries 