How to Never Be Bored …

Especially when you’re forced to ride a stationary bike …

Why you might want to consider being a ditch digger …

Don’t laugh. Really. I beg of you … though you probably will … and that’s OK. At least I know I will have made someone else smile today … When I was growing up I, unlike most of the other middle-class girls in my neighborhood, did not want to be a princess. Nope. Not me….

Sometimes you need to take a step back —

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see” ~ Henry David Thoreau Have you ever driven through the Pacific Northwest or the Redwoods? Or taken an airplane over the Ozarks, the Cascades, the Appalachian or Blue Ridge Mountains? If so, then undoubtedly you’ve seen some hearty landscape – forest lands as far as…

Why I talk to myself — and why you should try it!

I’m a talker. Not the kind that rattles on and on with the grocery clerk whilst she rings up my purchases. Not the kind that hangs out by the water cooler in my office building simply dying to tell someone about my weekend plans (or lack thereof). And most definitely not the kind that dials…

Sometimes you have to fight when you’re a man …

Remember the Kenny Roger’s song, “Coward of the County”? “… Promise me, son, not to do the things I’ve done.Walk away from trouble if you can.It won’t mean you’re weak if you turn the other cheek.I hope you’re old enough to understand: Son, you don’t have to fight to be a man …” I grew up…

Just how sweet is that sugar?

So I’m just going to go right out and say it … because there is absolutely no way (unless I’m a monkey’s uncle) that anyone can read a writing prompt such as “Pour Some Sugar On Me”, and not have their mind drift to the well … to the erotic. Am I right? You know…

My future under Friday Night Lights

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” ― Ralph Waldo…

Thank you MacGyver, I’ll be just fine …

I like being an American. Really, I do. I am a card carrying member of the red white and blue. But sometimes – I admit – I wouldn’t mind living off the grid for a while. Of course I’d want the rest of the world to go on standby and wait until I got back…

Cow shit and leather – old leather …

Nostalgia can be lovely. Of course it can be horrid and more than unpleasant as well – but that can be said about most feelings. Especially ones that conjure memories, be them pleasant or not. There are songs like that for me – ones that instantly transport me to somewhere else … an old boyfriends…

Shhh … don’t tell anyone but I am Isis – really, I am.

I’ve always wanted to fly. You can thank my childhood obsession with Marvel comics for that – or wait … maybe it wasn’t Marvel? (Yes, sometimes I get DC and Marvel mixed up – what can I say, I unlike my copyrighted friends, am human.) Oh I know what you’re thinking … that is if…

Use it up, Wear it out, OR do with out!!

So I sat and started to write this great little post about one something or another and then … then I read one of those “Today in History” sidebars … “Shoe rationing in the United States ends, October 30, 1945” WTF??  What in the world is shoe rationing??  Really, I am a fairly well educated…