My Mouth Can Be A Problem
My shiny, clean, smoke free brain still does no better at censoring my big fat mouth. Sure, sometimes it’s funny. But sometimes I even offend myself. And I’m the one that’s said the horrifying shit! At...
View ArticleJohn Boy Walton And My Soldier Shoulders
I feel the need to do a little clarifying. I want you all to know that I’m not thinking of anything drastic, and I’m not in a horrible state of being. I’ve been down the slope before, and always pulled...
View ArticleI Want More Laughter For All The Ducks
Five days of yoga, some new herbal remedies and some supplements. I finally feel like myself again!!! Guess what? Today, I actually smiled. For real. It hurt like a bitch, but I couldn’t help myself. I...
View ArticleStubby
One of the tough parts of being an only child is the loneliness. We live in the country and most of the kids in our subdivision are somewhere between nine and thirteen years old. My kid is six and a...
View ArticleHoly Crone
Son and I went out for breakfast at a fast food joint this morning. As we were getting buckled in the car, there came a rap-rap-rapping on the window. I looked at the bairn, he looked at me. Huh? As I...
View ArticleOctober Part One
Ready? Because this may a long one. October has been very busy. Like really busy. Like shoot myself in the head just to be unbusy busy. With events. Parties, everything from a BBQ to meet the...
View ArticleNew Year, New Name
This old duck is a bit pissed. By pissed I mean cranky, not pissed as in pissed, which is a Canadian farmer term for staggering drunk. I promise I’m not . *Hubby standing behind me nodding head,...
View ArticleBack On The Horse
Writers Block is a bitch. Last week, I had the start of my Red Dress Moment, and I had several thousand people visit my humble little place here. Quite frankly, it scared the shit out of me! All of a...
View ArticleWill Gratitude Give Me Less Back Pain?
In the past month, my body has been trying to kill me. I’ve had two weeks of hormonal hell, which harkened back to the bad old days of teenage angst. It was so severe I actually phoned my yoga guru,...
View ArticleMofo Cancer
Everywhere I turn, everyone I talk to lately has the motherfucking cancer. Yes. Let’s call it that. Motherfucking cancer. One of my cousins, an aunt, my friend’s MIL, my Dad. (Quick aside: Dad has a...
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