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…
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The Answer Is Easy…
A debate rages on TikTok. The harbinger of all things trendy and important to our existence finds itself on the losing end of man versus woman. Women are listing the many reasons they do not need, want, or desire a man in their lives. Men are calling bullshit. And they're mad. One gal says a… Continue reading The Answer Is Easy…
Hiatus, Schmiatus…
It's called hiatus and it's supposed to make you feel better, take a step back, reexamine your priorities, and probably even some more hocus pocus. Mine turned into almost nine months of not writing, not tending to my extracurriculars, and basically just working and tending to the needs of my job. The result? Hiatus, Schmiatus.… Continue reading Hiatus, Schmiatus…
Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
Some days it's about the heavy lifting. Guys and chicks are not the same. Argue all you like but girls rarely belch the alphabet and guys generally don't wear thongs, regardless of worries over panty lines. Hauling the Christmas tree from the garage and a new license plate bring it home. I jostle and lift… Continue reading Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
Her Favorite Season Is Football…
Nothing on earth is as sweet as a Duchess Doll. They send over all manner of funny, interesting, goofy and unbelievable stuff. One of the faves sends a message: "These lyrics are so great; IDK if you like country music, but this song immediately made me think of you." Whaaaa? Doll has sent me music.… Continue reading Her Favorite Season Is Football…
Coaching? You’re On Your Own…
Something about my face must say, "Give me advice. Whenever you feel like it. About any subject." I don't generally think I give off a helpless vibe but I get everything from how to change a tire (like I would ever) to setting a table (girl, please). Giving advice? Can you say superpower? Generally about… Continue reading Coaching? You’re On Your Own…
35 Years…
Remembering wedding anniversaries is not my best skill. The Norwegian would remind me every week before and then daily. It's not that it didn't matter. It's that I'm the least romantic woman on earth. It occurs to me only yesterday that today is 35 years. Or would be if he hadn't had the bad manners… Continue reading 35 Years…
The Great Snack Debate…
Everyone has an opinion. Don't you hate that? This time it's snack food. The debate rages large and loud. There are serious questions. Are tacos a meal or a snack? Pizza? And where does Pinot Noir fit in? The answers: Tacos are appropriate anywhere, anytime and in whatever quantity one might desire. A slice is… Continue reading The Great Snack Debate…
We Get You Miss Havisham…
Widow readers take heed--the day is upon us. Every girl that's lost a beloved braces for the dreaded anniversary. July 2 is this girl's personal Miss Havisham day. I may not have been left at the altar but every year; jilted is an apt emotion. I get how our dear Miss H wandered the rooms… Continue reading We Get You Miss Havisham…
Keep Those Emotions Away From Me…
For some girls, our comfort zone falls into the, "Ew, get those emotions away from me," category. We're not heartless. We're just rarely found crying, becoming perturbed over nothing or going to the ladies room in a gaggle. Public cry spells humiliation for girls like that. A fave client throws retreats designed to strengthen the… Continue reading Keep Those Emotions Away From Me…
The Duchess Diaries 