The sun is scorching. Our nation is celebrating its birth. It must be Havisham Days. I thought I recognized the melancholy, the unexpected and unexplained tears, the anxiety, and the pall that shadows each year at this time. For the uninitiated, The Norwegian died on a sunny day in the woods over Independence Day weekend.… Continue reading Days of Havisham…
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Hidden Opinions? Nope.
As we age, ladies feel less inclined to keep their opinions hidden. Some Dolls never kept them out of the limelight, but those of us with manners tried to keep them boxed in mixed company at least. With age, that goes out the window. We will throw down for the slightest thing. No budging. What… Continue reading Hidden Opinions? Nope.
Stupid Money, Stupid Moves…
With female advancement like this, who needs Title IX? We saw recently that women with stupid money can act as foolishly as men with stupid money, non? While we're all for following your dreams, can we agree we shouldn't follow the examples of billionaires who leave their wives for bimbos and create spacesuits that exploit… Continue reading Stupid Money, Stupid Moves…
Smug Comes in All Colors…
Evidently, Sia had a baby. She named the baby Somersault. No word on how the baby feels about an acrobatic toddler move as a moniker. Yes, I can make fun. I'm smug like that. I get a rush whenever news comes across the feed, and I say, "Who the hell is that?" Especially when the… Continue reading Smug Comes in All Colors…
The Best of…Face
"Write about 'best things'," a gal pal advises. Okay, but with caveats. No outrageously expensive things. No recommendations that we have not tried. And no selling. Even with The Norwegian's money, this girl did not buy crazy expensive stuff. Blame Christian Louboutin. Admiring the glorious red bottom shoe and placing one upon your foot are… Continue reading The Best of…Face
Poor Boys…
Driving downtown is made more difficult by merging lanes at an exit. Taking turns, just like kindergarten-one from your lane, one from mine. Inch forward. A red BMW swoops ahead, and the guy in the car shakes his head "no" in my direction. Excuse me, sir? Call him a few names as a lady is… Continue reading Poor Boys…
Girlfriends Are Gold…
A birth anniversary showed itself on the calendar of life. Middle Chicken said, "Be at my house at 1. And wear a cute dress." I arrive at the appointed time, wearing a cute dress. I wish I'd gone for the beige pumps with a diagonal strap instead of super cute flats. You'll see why. Knock,… Continue reading Girlfriends Are Gold…
Toddler Time…
Oldest Chicken and Baby Pea welcomed a new little one. She came into the world on Monday, starting the week just right. GrandBear 5, yep, five--we're a prolific bunch-- joins GrandBears 1 and 3. This Mémé got to stay with 1 and 3 while Mom and Dad went to the hospital. Forgotten what it's like… Continue reading Toddler Time…
Pickleball Tried To Kill Me…
While it is true you will never find this girl in a gym, I do admit to swimming, walking and I was a tennis girl for about twenty years. While those halcyon days at the club are gone, I do still walk around. Just the other day I went to the Railroad Park with GrandBears… Continue reading Pickleball Tried To Kill Me…
Massage Brain…
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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