Vanity can easily overtake wisdom. It usually overtakes common sense.-Julian Casablancas The narcissism of youth can lead to vanity. Vanity turned my friends and me into lunatics. Obsession with beauty forced chemical based alterations upon our hair. If one had straight locks, you permed for carefree curls. Natural curls were ironed out with heat hot … Continue reading Wigged Out

In the definition of "fair", you will never see the word "life". My husband owned a truck. It made sense for him to haul the recyclables to the center. Last week, he wedged the recyclables into my trunk, “to be fair.” He said. Shuffled in with the newspapers, Ms. May, with DDD tatas and a … Continue reading Recycled Booty II

Starting out right... My New Year’s Resolutions- I resolve to not put undue pressure on myself or anyone else and to enjoy occasional umbrella drinks. That should do it. Happy New Year!

The best gifts come without wrapping paper and bows... Oh, dear God, First, sorry for the last communication. This time of the year is plagued by want, not in the sense of lack or shortage, but more of a scoop all you can into your pile type of want. Since Thanksgiving has become another shopping … Continue reading God Bless Us, Everyone!

Just asking.... Oh, dear, God, I’d like a Jeep. A Jeep could take me where I want to go, back roads, mountain vistas, or over sand at the beach. I’d like goats and chickens. You may as well throw in a pony too. Think of the uproar from the neighbors with goats and chickens and … Continue reading I’d Like A Jeep

It really is the thought that counts... A person could tell when someone pawned off junk he or she didn’t want. Being re-gifted felt lousy, so I made it my goal to give cool presents. I realized cool presents meant paying attention and not always choosing the obvious angle. When my daughter fixated on cats, … Continue reading A Walrus, Dead Fish, and Trees

Decision, decisions... I thought of food and drink, candy bars mostly, when I considered vending machines. Those were the offerings in my sheltered corner of paradise. My limited thoughts were blown away when I stumbled upon a machine that dispensed fish bait. Put your money in, and you got worms. My daughter said, “In Japan, … Continue reading Poetry, Puppies, and Crack Pipes