Letting Go

It’s that time of year when Natasha and I switch out our winter wardrobe for the summer wardrobe. It’s also a time of purging and donating apparel that continue to hang in the closet, year after year, because “some day I might wear this.” The sweatshirt you see was given to me on my 40th birthday by a lovely group of friends and co-workers. They surprised me with a birthday party and this gift. The memory of its acquisition and theRead more

The Universe of Big Glasses

You do not have the right to access data in this universe. This is a message I received when trying to access report information in a web-based program at work. Hmmm…I wonder what they mean by “in this universe”? Is there an alternate universe? Do I need to go there to run a report? Will I understand the alien data in the alternate universe? Do I require the assistance of a tardis or warp drive or an IT guru? HowRead more

Batbird Lives!

Yes, I was Batbird for Halloween. The illegitimate daughter of Batman and an exotic, purple Amazonian bird. Natasha and Red were part of the bird family, although their genetic heritage is unknown. Perhaps Elvira and a cardinal had something to do with their physiques and the red feathers growing from their foreheads. The Halloween party was a blast, as usual. A local establishment, Waverly Beach, puts on this soiree every year, the Friday before Halloween. This year, that Friday fellRead more

One More Day

It’s been a busy week. It’s been a long Thursday. But soon, my fellow ghouls, the fun will begin. One more day… and the mask goes on, the costume goes on, and special, sparkly, feathery shoes provide adornment to the feet.   Scary Halloween photos to follow, perhaps one of the scary snow that is forecast, or the wind blowing the skirt up around my ears. Wouldn’t THAT be frightening!?Read more

Hanging With the Girls

Warning! If you are of the male species, this may not be the post for you. To all others, THIS is what happens when I have nothing else to write about (unless you want to know about a dental appointment, allergies, or the amount of cat hair sucked up by the vacuum cleaner). Proceed with caution… I hate shopping for a bra. Hate, hate, hate it…with a passion. It is akin to having a tooth pulled at the dentist. OrRead more