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Levi’s Vs Scandalous Tomboy Jeans

We’ve all been there! Frantically, looking, and searching for the perfect pair of butt-hugging, form-fitting, beyond-flattering, jeans; or “significant” other, whatever pertains to this matter, likely, all-of-the-above, and then some. Your honor, I have a case before you this beautiful end of May, Memorial Day Weekend. The skies are a clear, vibrant blue, and the…

A Splash of Mountain Shasta Dew

This story comes tumbling, barreling, and rolling down a hill, outside somewhere by Trinity Lake, circa the summer of 1981, on a brand-new Huffy bike. “Look dad, no hands!” Proudly bolstering from the exhilarated 8-year-old brazen, Darren (aka Muscles). A glorious vacation had been designed, orchestrated, and every detail pined over by my husband’s father.…

One Mother of a Midnight Writer

We’re cut from the same cloth and both “true blues” when it comes to certain ideas, beliefs, notions, and venues with exceptional menus. Not to mention people, places, faces, and extreme escapists. (Phonetically it sounded good from over here anyways, or that way, on-line, everywhere and always) A warm breeze outside this Mother’s Day and…

Final Thought

“Somebody once said I had a face for radio and a voice for newspapers.” Words and a humorous sentiment from the recently departed, dearly loved, I say “graduated”, Jerry Springer. An awesomely brilliant American broadcaster, journalist, actor, producer, lawyer, and politician. “He was noted as a pioneer in the emergence of ‘trash TV’; his eponymous…

Tessie, Was That You?

Up for a dip or a polar plunge? Then, please join me … Tahoe bound, about a two- and half-hour (if I don’t stop for pics, Twix, and everything betwixt) refreshing, spellbinding drive from here up to the snowcapped, mysterious, legendary mountains. This is the exact air the angel’s breath; crisp, clean, and divinely fresh!…

Ripped T’s, Believe It or Not?

Believe it or not, I have been using this term far more than I should, as of late. In trying to figure out why, I fell back on my usual truth speaking self. I’m an honest person. I like big butts and cannot lie! I feel a dying breed. Too many are trusting in ways…

Ship of Fools (ish-ness)

Now and zen a storm rolls through these parts the likes we haven’t “seen” before. Storms mightily thunderous with epic lightning shows and sheets beyond plenty of rain. I’m actually old enough to remember a few “drenching” and butt-clinching ordeals, shipwrecks, and destructive aftermaths. This year has them beat, like the rain pelting down, hinting…

Lil’ Gingerbread Houses for You & Me

Twas a few nights before Christmas, give or take some sprinkles, snowflakes, and snow bunnies around; here, there, and on-line flurries everywhere. All through the snow globe, every “creature” was stirring especially the mice. Ma Gingerbread in her icing gown, and Pa Gingerbread in his cap trying to snuggle down for the night with 2.5…

A Rocky and Bullwinkle Thanksgiving

Graciously gather round the big table or snag a cozy seat, this is one for the books, well remembered and well-deserved treat. Feast your ears and listen to my tale, if you please. I have a Rocky and Bullwinkle Thanksgiving as inspiration. This jive talkin’ turkey is on the scene, spare my neck and my…

A Sac-Crow-Mental Tale

Let’s not play “pretend”; we have already established, I have a chronic, keen, and an acute awareness to curses and the cursed, the damned and the unrested. So, let’s begin with the caution tape already surrounding this scene of the crime we call every year upon Halloween time. Watch where you step! There’re people down…

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