The real answer is, at work, as always. But the underlying answer is hatching a new chicken. It's an old chicken, but still. For those not in the know, the offspring are known as chickens: Oldest, Middle, and Baby. While they were growing, I hatched another to keep me sane. The year is 1995. I… Continue reading Where Have You Been?
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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…
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…
Tea Time…
It wouldn't be social season in The Dale without the Happily Ever After League Fairytale Tea. You know the one. The tables are dressed in various stories and lore, hats to match, with monies raised going to mothers with cancer. It's a must. The grassroots organization was started by a mom. Of course it was… Continue reading Tea Time…
News Around The Dale…
The latest news, asked for and not. Here goes. Yes, V the Hair Goddess has some openings. Take my spot and I'll kill you while you sleep. She's a color master (check out my new caramel highlights) and the cut is perfection. DM me if you want the deets. Author entrepreneur friend, Kim Minert started… Continue reading News Around The Dale…
The Duchess Diaries 