As the year draws to a close, I like to take a few moments to think back over what’s happened during the past year, and as I was doing that the other day, I had my blog to help me out! What a great tool! My highs, my lows, my calamaties, my triumphs, all are …
Raspberry Shortbread Cookies are the cookies that won me the title of Cookie Contest Queen. And you’ll find, at the bottom of this post, the recipe for the amazing Raspberry Shortbread Cookie: it’s the cookie my family demands, year after year. An Embarrassing Story Involving These Christmas Cookies I can’t believe I haven’t told …
Now I KNOW y’all think I am talking about my Big Bison, and in point of fact, with a title like this one, I should be! There is no sexier man alive than my gorgeous hunk of a husband, and if you don’t share my opinion: well, good! More for me!!! But, since lately I …
Life is full of transitions, isn’t it? I mean, really, when is it not? We go from being little human boneless skinless chicken breasts: limp and helpless as they come, to purposeful smiling, to lifting our heads, to rolling over all in the blink of an eye. We become terrible toddlers, and then learn to …
In order to tell you the tale of how things went to h-e-double-hockey-sticks in a handbasket, and thus prove my theorem, (that theorem being:”If a husband goes out of town, then all h-e-double-hockey-sticks WILL break loose at home.”) I first have to do a little show and tell about this: This is Pilgrim P. Dog, …
We’re studying Geometry around here. Well, at least my son is taking the course. Whether or not actual studying is occurring is another matter. Anyway, despite my remarkably poor grades in that subject myself, I have been reviewing what little I knew, and reading some of the book along with him. Geometry has lots of …
Today, I met a woman straight out of central casting. She was probably in her late 60’s, had a whiskey voice, and her general appearance seemed to me to meet the definition of “ridden-hard/put-up wet”. I took one look at her, and thought, “Holy Smokes! It’s Large Marge!!!” (In case you’ve never seen Pee Wee’s …
I really tried, too. But colonoscopy is not a word that easily rhymes. Thought I’d write some funny little ditty, to help you feel some pity…. (Hey, THAT rhymes…). Nothin’ doin’. Well, then, as I begin a tale about my tail, let me lay the groundwork. This story begins about a year and a …
I guess I better get on this and spill the details before I forget any more of it than I already have. I believe I left off at the point where the Big Bison and I went back to the hotel to relax a bit and get ready for our BIG NIGHT. The unending coverage …
This… …will not grace the studio of my dear husband, the Big Bison. Well, not this year, at least. We are back from our trip to smokin’ hot Los Angeles. Smokin’, because the skies were full of not only smog, but the smoke from the wildfires burning on the hillsides north of Los Angeles. Hot, …
Yesterday, my friend and I went to see the wonderful movie called “Julie and Julia”. It is the story of a young woman who decides to cook her way through Julia Child’s classic cookbook: “Mastering the Art of French Cooking”, and blog about her experience as she goes. I went with a dear friend to …
On the front end of telling this story: there will be no pictures of me. I’m just sayin’. The reason why will become apparent by the end of my tale. And really, this is probably one of those “you had to be there” stories. But I have been popping in to various stores, trying to …
I told you so. I’ve been telling you for years. If you know me in real life, for YEARS I have been telling you that I have a bad dog. Here’s his mug shot, as he wears the Cone of Shame: Deacon D. Dawg has been trouble since Day One. For the first three years …
Saturday was a day of contrasts. We went from the site of the Summer of Love and total hippieness, across the Bay to the port of quaint and rampant yuppieness. From clouds into sunshine, and then back again. Saturday was our day in the car: a day of hurtling through time and space at breakneck …
So, my petite posse, Robin, Chloe and Anne came to pick me up chez Gigi, and they took a walk around her lovely home, and spent a few minutes chatting with her. If you read the comments on my last post, Anne said we stayed just long enough for Grady the cat to hiss her …