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Facebook Folks and Foibles
If it had not been for Facebook, I would have completely missed National Clitoris Awareness Week, and I would not have known how to survive a Zombie apocalypse. I wouldn’t know how to cook with quinoa or clean with vinegar. I wouldn't have...
It’s All About Me: 11 things I could do without
“I don't have pet peeves like some people. I have whole kennels of irritation.”~ Whoopi Goldberg 1. Navy Blue Get rid of navy. How many times have I left the house wearing black pants with navy shoes, one black sock with a navy one. It's an...
One anna Two anna: A Girl’s Guide to the Loo
It’s natural, right, going to the bathroom? It just shouldn’t be that difficult, but going to a public restroom nowadays is like a geometry test you just can’t seem to finish. When I was a kid, it was pretty simple. You really only needed to know how to do...
The Four Food Groups
“Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.” ~Doug Larson When I was a kid, food was rafts of lemon and hard boiled eggs slices floating on Grandma’s brandy-laced mock turtle soup...
Krogering
"Supermarket automatic doors open for me; therefore, I am." Craig Bruce I love to go to the grocery. I love it so much that I go at least three times a week. There are only two of us in my household, and only one of us likes to eat. That would be me. I...
Fat Duds
When I shop for clothes, it’s easy to find my size; I just follow the path to indignity. I am one of those robust gals who shops for “Women’s Sizes,” the department that is invariably found adjacent to the Petite Department or, worse, next to the maternity...
Humor With a Wink
“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.” Erma Bombeck Women’s humor is humor with a wink, a side stepping way of expressing affection. It is not mean-spirited. When Erma Bombeck wrote about her doddy...
Bed and Breakfast on the Farm
“As my daddy said, soil is the basis of everything.” Michael Lee West, She Flew the Coop There must be a company that produces brochures for bed and breakfasts, providing an employment opportunity for wannabe writers armed with adjectives and talent for...
Speaking of food . . .
When I was a little girl, I never cared much about food. I learned early on that my dog, Bootsie, a scrappy rat terrier, was a girl’s best friend at the dinner table. Boots was always hungry, and she positioned herself underneath the most generous person at the...
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