Category: rambles

Netflix delivery came – and it brought a barrage of ridiculous 80s comedy. Spies Like Us, anyone? “I have no feeling whatsoever in my left hand.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” “Doctor.” Am I the only one who loves, loves Chevy Chase still? He can make me

My bloggy-friend L.T. Elliot over at Dreams of Quill and Ink sent me my very first blog award. Would you like to know that I didn’t know blog awards existed until a month ago? Wasn’t that an honest statement? This award has 4 requirements: 1. Thank the person who gave you the award, list her

I love in a little neighborhood, in a cul-de-sac*. There are nice neighbors here. It’s quiet, usually. But sometimes people do strange things. For instance? Once I saw my neighbor, let’s call her Natalie** standing next to her car – on her lawn. I was, naturally, worried – what had happened? Oh, nothing. As it

It’s the hair. Like every other girl who grew up in the 80s, I wanted The Hair. The big, teased, permed, peroxided*, enormous hair. Bangs, feathers, frizz – it was all good. And I couldn’t get it, not really. I have this really thin, straight hair** that was damaged beyond all reason by nearly a