Coffee with the girl chickens on a rainy Sunday is always entertaining. Topics this morning meander from Bane of Batman fame to a book popular with the younger set. Is his name just Bane or is he Mr. Bane? Can anyone actually understand him? If I had been in the stadium I wouldn't have run… Continue reading The Real Reason Men Love Bitches…
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Oh Kanye…
We already know reality television is my personal crack. A camera inside someone's home provides endless fascination. Mustering the strength to change the channel or tear my eyes from the horror is not possible. There is furniture to examine, clothing to judge and endless possibility for feelings of superiority. Chickens watching The Kardashians within earshot… Continue reading Oh Kanye…
Embarrassment? Advantage Me…
I generally need little help embarrassing myself. More often than not, my mouth has a mind of its own. My opinions believe in free expression. At any given moment I may break a heel, fall on the floor for no apparent reason or have a business conversation with spinach in my teeth. That's why real… Continue reading Embarrassment? Advantage Me…
My Guy…
Tuesday marks the anniversary of The Norwegian's death. You might believe this to be a somber day in our home. Parts are, to be sure. Mostly we will spend time together, toast his memory with champagne and share stories. And laugh through our tears. We laugh because we were blessed. I was a blessed girlfriend,… Continue reading My Guy…
Mogul Man…
A weekend in LA with the girls proves interesting on many levels. Three days after our return it's still not clear what may or may not be fair game for the sharing. I ask the dolls before we leave if anything need be locked in the vault. They agree the secrets are mostly mine so… Continue reading Mogul Man…
Sage to the Rescue…
Smudging is a tradition used by indigenous American people as a powerful tool to purge a home, place or person of negative energy allowing the flow of positive to inhabit the place or person. I am in need of a thorough smudging. And tonight, after work, I'm going to get myself smudged. Middle and Baby… Continue reading Sage to the Rescue…
Harness That Inner Bitch…
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…
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
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…
The Search is On…
According to The Secret when one is in need of a particular something, all they need do is make a request to the Universe. Although many a day is spent cross legged on the floor, humming some nonsense to quiet the mind and open up for all the good the Universe has to offer, I'm… Continue reading The Search is On…
The Duchess Diaries 