Archive for March, 2008
Posted in March 31st, 2008
Occasionally, some very brave woman will gather the courage to ask me how it is that I manage to have two of the most prime examples of evolved male loveliness on the entire planet spoiling me totally rotten; especially if they’ve been unable to find even one.
And how is it that we’re all so happy? We honestly do spend about half the time cracking each other up
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Posted in March 30th, 2008
Once upon a time, a whole lifetime ago…
“Hold on to something… we’re gonna crash…”
“ WE’RE WHAT?!!!!!! “
I knew my teammates would be a bit upset…
Let me backtrack a bit here and explain how we were about to plant a “Huey” into a rice paddy…
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Posted in March 29th, 2008
Well, let’s get right down to the rat killin’ as they say in the South. (For you Yankee folks, that is southern speak for “stop messing around and go right to the heart of the matter”. I don’t know why it means that… it just does.)
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Posted in March 29th, 2008
Hello, my brothers and sisters. It’s been a few years since we last saw one another. I won’t talk about how many years because I’m menopausal and talking about how old I am will get someone bruised.
Where’d we all go? I’ll bet like me, a great many of you simply became parents and that changes absolutely every priority in your life.
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Posted in March 27th, 2008
My name is Don….
“Hello Don…”
Gawd, I hate group sessions…
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Posted in March 27th, 2008
Posted in March 26th, 2008
The world has gone slightly daft of late, don’t ya think? I masochistically watch the news every day, mostly CNN but occasionally I’ll watch Rupert’s Fox Lunatics long enough to curse and throw pillows at the television. (hey…it’s an expensive plasma thin line beaut of a tellie and I can’t afford to break it or I’d get out my gun and have target practice.)
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Posted in March 26th, 2008
So, I wake up the next morning and happened to glance in the mirror…
Whoa! Aw hell.
My face was beet red. I looked like an Irish tourist who’d fallen asleep at the beach. Irish skin doesn’t tan.. it gets red, and then redder, and then it falls off.
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Posted in March 24th, 2008
Okay….. there isn’t any relationship between allergies and menopause. You know that and I know that but Don had the tenacity to suggest that my emotions were swinging untethered (read menopausal homicidal episode) today during the granddaddy or grandmother of an allergic asthmatic episode.
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Posted in March 19th, 2008
This site was created to hold funny rl stories. However, the thing that is most on my mind this week isn’t funny. Try as I might, I can’t put a giggle to it.
We’re facing eminent domain land seizure. AND this is the second time on the second piece of property in the last five years to be threatened by this government land grab law.
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Posted in March 19th, 2008
We live in the country… mostly to avoid crazy people. We were hanging out in the camper about 1 in the AM on Friday night, watching movies and munching on food that had no redeeming qualities or claim to nutritional value.
Both the guys went back to the big house to restock movies and munchies while I lay on the couch in spoiled resplendent laziness.
A naked lady wearing only a blanket walked into our camper.
Blink
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Posted in March 18th, 2008
PHUKKOFF.COM or…. The Llama Ate My Flipflops
Meandering musings of a middle-aged menopausal Mick. (My name is a racial slur AND I’m somewhat Irish… thanks, Mom and Dad.)
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