Conversations with chickens are always revealing. It's usually me gleaning information and spouting advice. Table turning isn't always fun. Chickens of the female variety have a rare night off and spend it talking books, writing, science and failure with their mother. Somehow I end up on the receiving end of a lecture from a nineteen… Continue reading Harness That Inner Bitch…
Tag: Humor
Frick and Frack…
Frick and Frack came to America in 1937 as comedic ice skaters. I am unaware of comedic ice skating as an art form but have heard my whole life of Frick and Frack referencing a pair participating in hijinks of sorts. On Friday night, my Frick joined with Middle Chicken's Frack as we found ourselves… Continue reading Frick and Frack…
Next Up…Famous Crushes
One can never predict where chick conversations will go. To the surprise of most men; rarely do conversations travel to most men. If you've got one at home, seems another one would just entail more socks to pick up off the floor, am I right? But, every once in a blue moon the conversation does… Continue reading Next Up…Famous Crushes
Who Loves Bread?
One of my passwords is bread. My female chickens find this humorous. Fall on the floor humorous. It was a security question--what is your favorite food? Duh. The Chickens are in Bama together last year, Roll Tide, and they want access to something requiring my password. I don't remember the password. The hint they say,… Continue reading Who Loves Bread?
The Subject is Fat…
The subject is fat. Nary a chick amongst us is immune. Exchanging dimes for every conversation had with girlfriends concerning weight gain, weight loss (wait--that doesn't happen) I would never worry over lack of insurance funding for life's remainder. Instead I could mull over what champagne to sip and in which European country to make… Continue reading The Subject is Fat…
Success Without Panties…
Last night was the first big event with the new company. As PR Maven, my job is to make sure we look good, get great media coverage, and ensure our name is front and center. Check, check and check. Thank God no one knew I wasn't wearing panties. At least as far as I know.… Continue reading Success Without Panties…
Making Up For Lost Time…
The new job is cramping my style. There is little time for partying, lunching with girlfriends and studying what other girls are wearing. Although it requires dressing up as much as I like for every occasion; there are just so many of them. And so many days in a week. The hours leave little time… Continue reading Making Up For Lost Time…
Breaking Up Is Hard to Do…Sometimes
A request came from a young reader I do not know. She is a student at ASU. She asks for breakup advice. It's been a great while since my twenties but one tends to remember breakups that leave bruises. The ultimate break up, the one where he's dead, sucks beyond measure but has many of… Continue reading Breaking Up Is Hard to Do…Sometimes
And I Am Envious…
Adjustment is the only constant in the world of widowhood. It's not just figuring out car maintenance, garbage hauling and tree trimming. It's also the good. The good is the stuff of bittersweet memories and jealousy so deep and green that if cut, I would gush emerald. Last weekend brought it home again. Two steps… Continue reading And I Am Envious…
Lessons in Badassery
Got a new job. Finally. At the moment I went to sign the contract, the heavens opened and the angels sang. And a voice from deep inside said, "As God is my witness, I will never be hungry again." Oh Scarlett, dear, how would I get through a single day without you to comfort me?… Continue reading Lessons in Badassery
The Duchess Diaries 