All right, my loves, if we are going to bid farewell to this tired old year, let’s have Robert Burns lead us, as though it were 1788, in singing his poetic creation. Clear your throats, tune your pipes, and pull out your best Scottish accent, which will not be too difficult, because I have provided […]Read More Shid Ald Akwentans Bee Firgot…
December days in California’s San Joaquin Valley are cold, overcast, and often foggy. Tule fog, foggy. That is the fog where visibility can go from 600 feet to zero feet with little or no warning; there just is no way of knowing where it is going to be at its worst, and danger is the […]Read More Life In The Time Of Cruising
There is a Taco Bell commercial on TV that causes me to chuckle every time it plays. The commercial is pretty lame as it advertises a new rolled chicken taco. Lame aside, as many times as it has run, I laugh, because I hear them say, “Road chicken taco.” And thanks to Taco Bell, we […]Read More Later On We’ll Perspire, As We Sit By The Fire…No That’s Not Right
Oh no! Spider alert! I repeat, HUGE poisonous spider alert! And I believe this could be a very angry spider! I was sitting in my chair, peacefully drinking morning coffee, reading blog posts, catching up with Facebook friends when a movement caught my eye. Glancing up from my iPhone screen, I was shocked to see […]Read More You Will Rue The Day Arrogant Arachnid
Some days I wish there were no Update, Edit, or Fix This Post At Your Own Risk options. It seems this is one of those days. And I should know better! I always have regretted it after monkeying with something I thought needed repairing. So, without further embarrassing myself over the ongoing challenges I have […]Read More Ha! Fix This You Silly Mortal!
When we look back on Christmases past, we like to remember gifts received, especially those cherished items that we have held close to our hearts for a lifetime. But there also were those gifts we remember; the ones which made us shudder, shed a disappointed tear, or for one poor woman, hide in my closet […]Read More Just What She Always Never Wanted
My dad never spoke of his service to our country. In her gravest tone of voice, my mother taught us at an early age to never, ever ask him about the Navy, or World War II, or Pearl Harbor. And so we did not. The only clue I had growing up was when my dad […]Read More “A Date Which Will Live In Infamy”