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…
Tag: travel
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…
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…
What If “Everybody” Is Wrong?…
I wished for time to just "be." Ask and ye shall receive. I got tossed in the corporate moat by mutual agreement, me sitting back and waiting for it mostly. It was a long time coming. But will it make a great book? You know it. Yes, it's all about corporate greed and deceit. And… Continue reading What If “Everybody” Is Wrong?…
Nashville Calling…
Hello. Nashville calling. Chicken and music will steal your soul. The place Baby Chicken calls home is charming, fun, and famous, to be sure. Some girls are known to swoon when they hit the South. Roll Tide. Others of us join the fray, can speak Southern with the best of them, and dance the night… Continue reading Nashville Calling…
It’s The Collection That Counts…
Felled by allergies, I spend a sick day watching Netflix. Yup, like when we were little. Snuggled up in a blanket on the couch. Netflix is offering Sex And The City for those who never had HBO. It's caused a stir amongst Gen Z so I thought I'd re-check it out. You know, for research.… Continue reading It’s The Collection That Counts…
Inner Karen Emerges…
Baby Pea, Grand Bears 1 and 3, and this girl traveled to attend Grand Bear 2's second birthday. Got there, celebrated with a visit from the uber-famous in the under-ten set, Elsa, and settled in for the drive back. With me so far? The stop for food is a bit sketch. Baby Pea and I… Continue reading Inner Karen Emerges…
Dating. Why?…
When I was with the Woo-Woo Medium, she blurted, "And you don't date, why not?" That nugget was not information I had shared. Perhaps disgust is written all over my face. The topic comes up again in a conversation with work pals. Every once in a while, I can be coerced on a date. Generally,… Continue reading Dating. Why?…
Fantasy Fashion and Football
Unless you reside under a rock or in a prairie state, you know it's fashion week. Most of the year I give up on New Yorkers' insufferable belief that they are the center of the universe. Their conviction of superiority looking down on the world from 150 square feet of rat infested squalor up three… Continue reading Fantasy Fashion and Football
The Duchess Diaries 