Wanna know what irks me? What gets in my psyche and stays there? What shifts my focus to it and it alone and then teeters on becoming annoyingly, blindingly “obsessive”???
To you, the gist of my ire might be considered petty or ridiculous. I might even be construed as shallow [...]
Hitchcock loved blondes.
Now, it’s true I’m a blonde….(a duhty blonde according to a Brit I know) but I’m hardly Hitch’s type. He fancied those tall, thin, cool blondes….sultry minxes such as Grace Kelly, Tippi Hedren and Kim Novak.
Yes, it’s true, I’m a blonde and I have ovaries. THOSE are the ONLY things that I share with those women. [...]
Hey kids…
I’m in from a long holiday weekend of eating weenies. Oh yeah, and doing some Bar-B-Qing, too…
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Anyone? Anyone?
Kelly is a good friend of mine who’s been in my proverbial “five” since college in Austin (as in Texas) and college was during the Carter and Reagan administrations. So yeah, we’ve known each other a very, long [...]
I watched, with some horror, news reports of the verbal onslaught caught–just in time for the May Sweeps–between Rosie O’Donnell and Elizabeth Hassleback.
Let me stress at this time that I didn’t see “Bitch Fest ‘07″ as it happened. I only saw it in news reports. To have actually seen it live [...]
It was June, 1967 and I was eight years old.
Earlier that year, my parents decided to break free of the shackles of abject middle classdom and create nothing short of a castle for themselves and their children.
So, on a hill in the little traveled part of the small South Central Texas berg we called [...]
This is a transcript from a real IM session which commenced at 9:49pm, Sunday May 20th, 2007
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W: I heard about the prediction Lammey made about you on the show this afternoon.
L: Yeah, he said that I would be getting married in a year. Hilarious. That means a Spring wedding. I’ve always wanted a November wedding. [...]
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Frogs in sperm???? Frankly, I find that very hard to swallow.
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My niece, Becky graduated from college.
She did so amid all the pomp and circumstance befitting the newly lettered.
In true Catholic tradition, Becky is also my God daughter. She looks like me, acts like me and will no doubt make the same mistakes I made.
This pains me.
How do I prevent that from happening? [...]
It is Monday and all that that implies.
How do I know this? I saw Morley Safer’s ugly ass mug on the local CBS affiliate last night…that means “60 Minutes”, which means Sunday night, which means I woke up this morning with the nagging urge to get up and do nothing and THAT my friends, can only mean [...]
