Bright lights, fancy sets, enthusiastic audiences, and dramatic music… Famous chefs yelling at young wanna-be chefs, while friends and family watch… Clever editing, leading into commercials, meant to keep television audiences on the edge of their seats… Intense cooking scenes, punctuated by sentimental music and moments when “contestants” reveal tender background stories, or pull out pictures of relatives long-deceased, all designed to incite an emotional … Continue reading A Little Whine With Dinner
I follow a particular quarterback on Facebook (he’s kinda popular), and his recent post was cute, so I clicked “Like”. I happened to notice that when I did, his “Like” count jumped from 359 to 473. Just like that! That was my morning equivalent of getting on the moving sidewalks at the airport and walking very VERY fast! Sometimes it’s the little things… Continue reading Moving Sidewalks
It was time for a trim, so I plopped down into the fun hydraulic swivel chair and began to babble with my hairdresser about stuff that you routinely babble about with your hairdresser. I had just had a mini-massage and was feeling good for the first time in weeks. At one point, my head was bowed and as I peeked through my wet mop of … Continue reading 27 Strands and a Cup of Coffee
The ONE time I don’t toss my Nook into my bag is the one time the WiFi on my flight isn’t working. Oh well, these flights are always full. I can use the 3 hours to chat with the person next to me. But the ONE time I want to chat, the flight isn’t full. Far from it. There’s no one in the seat next … Continue reading Uneducated Poetry
I am so easily swayed by marketing when it comes to stuff to drink. Exotic fruit combinations. Anything “green tea”. The addition of honey, herbs, spices or bacon (still bummed that Diet Coke didn’t think this was a good idea). Pictures of juicy red cherries. “Sparkling”. And of course, if it’s sugar-free, I’m sold. Because now it’s really good for me! So I sent Doofenshmirtz … Continue reading The Flavor Next Door
I may need a shrink. Or a drink. But I think I’ll write instead. Last night, a beetle crawled into bed with me. My “normal” self would have, at the very least, flicked him out of bed. But last night, I looked at him and thought, “I wonder how his day has been?” And I wasn’t even surprised that I thought that. I ask everyone … Continue reading My “Bee-Tell”
The truth will set you free. Unless you killed someone. Continue reading !