This is not the blog I intended to write this week. I was thinking that I had been too nice and touristy for the past few weeks, and that I needed to change things up a bit. Perhaps be a little more myself. Perhaps cover a topic that allowed me to be a bit bitchy. … Continue reading Odds and Sods and Future Plans
As part of our self-prescribed togetherness plan, The Doc and I have been taking road trips; and I, doing what I do, have taken a shitload of photos. So I thought I would share them with you and attach a few details. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, just consider this post to … Continue reading Driving and Dining
I had finished washing the outside windows, getting the layers of grime and haze from their surface. Hoping like hell, now that it was October, we won't get a hurricane. I walked in the front door carrying a dish full of nasturtium seeds to dry for next year. The plan was to dump the seeds then … Continue reading The Joys of October Paddling
Both seasoned introverts, The Doc and I are drifting apart and spending more and more time in our individual messy adult playrooms, rooms that I have written about in a recent blog. We drift back together for some meals and to watch baseball games, only sharing minimal and stinted conversations. This is not a new … Continue reading Self-Prescribed Togetherness
One of the hottest trends for anger management and stress release these days is rage rooms. A rage room is a place where you get to physically vent all your anger and frustration. A place where you go to smash the shit out of things like computers, printers, small kitchen appliances and tacky ceramics, just … Continue reading All The Rage
Ok people don't go there. I am not referring to adult playrooms of the Fifty-Shades-of-Grey variety. If you follow my blog, you know that I am lacking a sex drive. I am referring to a room where an adult gets to leave his or her stuff laying around. Where they can make messes, work on … Continue reading Messy Adult Playrooms
Obsessing about aging has become a national pastime and not just for those who are middle aged. Twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings are just as obsessed as fifty-somethings. And all this hype can be traced back to marketing. The “Does she…or doesn’t she?” hair campaign in the sixties was written by Shirley Polykoff and targeted women suggesting … Continue reading Refusing To Obsess About Aging
Dear Jennifer, I apologize for the length of time it's taken for us to respond to your submission. I'm writing to let you know that we’re ultimately not able to make a publication offer for your MS. Our list is very small, and we receive so many more manuscripts than we could ever publish. This … Continue reading Possibly The Last Rejection Letter
You may be a cartoon character if... ...You have been known to goofily send objects, often stemware, flying across the room with an over animated swish of your hand. ...You watch TV with Cruella de Vil hair while twisting and yanking your chin hairs and looking like an evil mastermind. ...You have two exclamation marks engraved between … Continue reading You May Be A Cartoon Character If…
Although screaming and trying to understand what was happening, none of us were born bitchy. Or should I say none of us women were born bitchy because, as we all know, bitchy is a term used to describe females. I could go on about this, but this is ancient history and I refuse to beat … Continue reading Let’s redefine bitchy, shall we…
