OMG, I Don’t Know My Pandemic Alert Color

Hope I don’t die from swine flu. Which at this moment seems as likely as getting run over by a train. Actually, getting run over by a train is significantly more likely in Costa Rica. I need to modify that: getting run over by a train is significantly more...

Me ‘n My Natural Seat

Yesterday, Hal and the boys and I were at a birthday party and the topic turns to horseback riding. Vicky, the birthday girl, turns to me and says, “Do you ride?” Me and my big mouth say: Not anymore. But I used to. When I was eight years old, close to 100...

Addicted

You might have surmised by this time that I’m a tad obsessive compulsive about some things. What therapists like to call an Addictive Personality. Like ten blog posts in a day, then nada for ten more. I’ll have chocolate pie from Robin’s Kitchen...

Try And Maintain Calm

These are my boobs. Nice, huh? This is also my favorite picture of my boobs. They look perky here, yes? Firm. Perhaps because they are smashed flat between ice cold steel and plexi-glass, molded into perfection.I mean, they ARE perky in real life, of course. Ask...