Month: May 2008

Swooning in FoodLand

It’s May 28th…the end of the month. And you know what that means, right? I made dessert to match my blog. Nice, huh? Sort of glows? I’m in Foodland, and we’re all woozy on Opera cake right now. I haven’t quite drooled on my keyboard […]

Indiana Jones & Film Critics

My menfolk know I’m a sucker for Indiana Jones. I always have been. Sure, Harrison Ford has something to do with it, but I’ve always been easily swayed by anything related to Raiders of the Lost Ark and all that followed. I get a sappy […]

The family that views together?

My mother loves watching television. Loves. It. So it’s been a challenge for her since arriving back in Paradise to adjust to our television viewing habits. Um, we don’t exactly have any? She’s got to feel like she’s in TV Hell. We do have shows […]

Sometimes you feel like a dork…sometimes you don’t.

This would be one of those times. You know. Where you realize it seems like you were pandering. Not you. Me. I was pandering. Pandering for attention. But I wasn’t. And now I feel like it seems as if I was even though I’m one […]

What’s the point of this, anyway?

It’s funny how things sometimes change, and as much as I can see that beginning to happen — to not want it to happen — it does anyway. There’s nothing I can do about it. Things that once mattered end up in a place we […]

Friday in my world.

Welcome to my Friday Follies. I figured it was a great way to cover what competes for attention in my brain. You know. In case anyone is actually interested. And since Friday is only so long, I can’t exactly include my entire list. Question of […]

Obama the Dream Boat?

One of the entertaining aspects of being completely incapable of getting a good night’s sleep these days is being able to remember the dreams I have. I’m actually awake long enough to acknowledge them, think about them, and give each a kind of evaluation. Nothing […]

Perfect Days & Apologies

I think this is the longest I haven’t written since beginning this place I miss so much when I don’t write. And the only legitimate explanation I have for not writing may not make much sense to most. I can remember living in a dreary […]