Month: August 2004

  • It’s All Inside

    Folks thought comic Jeff Foxworthy was a hoot and a holler some years back with his “You Know You’re A Redneck If” routine. I have to say though, for anyone who’s spent one iota of time in my home state of the Buckeye groves, rednecks got nothin’ on we Ohioans…especially when it comes to idiosyncratic…

  • My Two Scents

    On this a customarily muggy Beltway afternoon, I ask with a sigh and a sniff, why has aftershave and men’s cologne gone the way of the Trapper Keeper and joysticks…into the dustbin of user history? I searched my soul with that query this morning after walking by a maintenance man hosing off the sidewalk and…

  • Tanning Your Hyde

    Today’s topic is leather….premium, supple, soft as an infants’ bum cow hyde…with premium closures!:cheer: Growing up in a fam of handy hands, I became accustomarily giddy at the smell of wood glue, sawdust, kitchen formica and leather goods being created in the science lab otherwise known as our garage. So imagine my unbridled joy to…

  • Coming Home: Ode to the Birthday Boy

    We all fantasize about our dream house. For most, it is brand-spanking new in a quiet suburban enclave, fitted with an austentacious three-car garage (Porsche in tow) and a bubble-filled bath-tub jacuzzi that you and your honey use EVERY night. Hey, this is your fantasy!:twisted: Mine on the other hand, looks something like George Bailey’s…

  • Livin’ (3X) Large: News and Views from the Emerald City

    Jonesin’ for tales of a dark, dank and cob-web rich tour of the urban underground? Curious to hear how a stroll in the International district resulted in me being labeled a “big girl” and the purchase of two retro eyeglass frames older than Steven Tyler’s cock rock hairstyle and lead singer tights? Then come with…

  • I Don’t: Matrimonial Musings

    Today, I muse about a surpising topic for me, the proverbial walk down the aisle. Go ahead, grab a cloth and dry your moist, sweaty palms. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’ve abandoned my visceral hatred of those 500-pound bridal mags. Pictures of women with frosty hair, fake nails, poufy dresses, sequined tiaras…

  • Cupcakes and Me

    Welcome one and all to my Internet den of delights! 🙂 Like the loudspeaker warns on the most rickety and exhilirating of those old wooden rollercoasters, fasten your seat belts folks, you are in for a breathtaking ride. I am overflowing with girlish enthusiasm (as I am prone to do) to share my wacky world…