Imagine a place where all your cares melt away. Crisp Egyptian cotton sheets are layered with luxurious down comforters that envelope your body like marshmallow clouds. The pillows are cool and nurturing, and cradle your neck in a way you haven’t experienced since birth. Soothing scents of your choice, fill the room as you plunge … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Things That Go Bump In The Night
I made a bold move last night. I selected a scary ghost movie to watch with my boyfriend when he returned home from work. Derek spends his work-time butchering and preparing meat as a Chef, and frequently watches horror movies. In my spare time, I catch up on shows like The Office, and Friends. Decapitations are … Continue reading
I’m Weird, You’re Weird: Let’s Compare!
1). I believe in segregation. Cancel that call to Jesse Jackson, people! I’m talking about food. My food is not allowed to touch each other. The spinach can look at the chicken. They can flirt, maybe even give each other a little wink. But if they’re caught canoodling, they’re deemed as defiled. 2). I sleep … Continue reading
Newer Is Not Better: Architecture Should Be Preserved
When I set up residence in the downtown district of Raleigh, NC ten years ago, it was virtually a ghost-town.The Nine-Fivers consisted mostly of state-workers who headed back to their cozy suburbs before dusk. Venturing into downtown after dark, was an open invitation to be mugged, or worse. I stuck it out because I loved … Continue reading
Butterfingers Strikes Again!
I am a woman of mystery. I am a woman with mysterious bruises at any given moment. Why? Because I am a klutz. I have the butteriest of fingers, and that’s not just due to my obsession with buttered popcorn. Seriously though…how good is that stuff? If there’s a door, I’m going to walk in to … Continue reading
Any Given Sunday
Aah Sundays. Sunday=Fun day. It’s a day for relaxation. That’s great. It’s really great until shit hits the fan, and everyone is too relaxed to do their job! If there’s no crying in baseball, there is certainly no designated day off for a property management group. I cried a little when Nolan Ryan retired, but … Continue reading
Don’t Play Games With Me (Literally)
I can not rationalize my competitive behavior. I try. Believe me, I try. My family moved a lot when I was a kid. My father was not in the military. He was just an unsettled soul. New year, new school…sometimes new month, new school. I dreaded the first day of school. That was the day … Continue reading
I Could Kiss You On The Mouth
A small window opens between being pissed about having to show i.d., and not being asked at all. I always looked young for my age, and I despised it. At five-foot-nothing, I always resented answering the door and being asked “are your parents at home”? God, I just wanted to be recognized as a woman. This continued … Continue reading
Grand Theft Auto (from a girl’s perspective)
Sometimes I’m such a girl, that I think my ovaries have ovaries. The game Grand Theft Auto came out around the time that my nephews were toddling. Before they were old enough to wipe their own butts, their winner of a dad (who spent most of their lives in prison) was teaching them how to … Continue reading
Leading a Double Life
The cowboy rides up on his black stallion, says some cowboy stuff and saves the dim-witted cowgirl in distress. Meanwhile: on another coast, a fireman ascends a ladder, says some fireman stuff, and saves a dim-witted fire victim in distress. Many double entendres ensue, and there is so much engorgement of the male region that … Continue reading