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…
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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…
New Year Guidelines…
Can refusing to make resolutions free us from failure in the new year? What would happen if we let the year unfold willy-nilly and toss us around however it wishes? Would our lives look any different? My best laid plans never included widowhood, cancer and Skittish Tabby as my bestie. Well, that last part may… Continue reading New Year Guidelines…
You’re Dead To Us…
Just when I think we've run out of adventures, another pops up to astound and amaze. The scene: Old Town Scottsdale. The players: Self and Sorority Sister. Sorority Sister's husband went home after dinner like husbands are known to do in the presence of girlfriends. "Let's have an after-dinner drink," suggests Sorority Sister. "I'm game."… Continue reading You’re Dead To Us…
Magic Seeds…
For those of us who eat like grade school children, healthy foods rarely grapple for attention. Facts are facts. Nuts do not make milk. Tofu is coagulated soy milk curd pressed into white blocks, not meat. And it doesn't taste like meat you liar. Fake cheese doesn't melt on nachos. And rarely will you encounter… Continue reading Magic Seeds…