When we were in Florida, I noticed a definite uptick in the number of advertisements for plastic surgery. Soon, the constant drone about cold sculpting and life lifts and sucking the fat out of chins sent me to a mirror to ponder. Though at least one of my chins could do with a little de-fatting, it was the cheek implants that interested me the most. I've never had much in the way of cheek bones, so how fun would it be to finally have batwings on either side of my nose? Maybe some lip filler and botox to add the extra oomph (or lack thereof, in the case of frozen foreheads.) In fact, why not go for the whole she bangs-she bangs and get the tummy tucked, the butt tightened and the ta-tas tremenda-sized?
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Monday, March 20, 2017
Sunday, March 5, 2017
|Watching the Jack-In-the-Box dogs in this gif is like popping bubble wrap. You just can't stop. Am I right?|
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
I'm very excited to review Selene Castrovilla's new novel, Luna Rising. The award-winning author has published children's books and young adult novels, so I knew the writing for her first venture into women's fiction would be sound. I was not disappointed. Plus, don't you just love the title? That's what lured me in.
|You had me at Luna!|
Friday, February 3, 2017
*apologies to Emily Dickinson
My grandparents had thirteen grandchildren, but only ten of us remain on this earth. We lost my cousin Mary on January 26, 2017, just hours before her 59th birthday. Her carriage was cancer. Her journey was swift. Mary had no use for a prolonged ride down the streets of Diagnosis, Prognosis, and Treatment. She had a life to live, patients to care for. Death could be damned if it thought she was going to sit through that plodding trip that she, as a nurse of over 35 years, knew by heart. Since she would not stop for death, death stopped for her in a hospital room at St. Elizabeth's in Youngstown, Ohio where she resided a little over a week, surrounded constantly by her loving family.
|Mary Dunn Brown: 1/27/1958-1/26/2017|
Friday, January 13, 2017
It's official. My husband and I are snowbirds. For those who are not aware, a snowbird is an individual of approximately middle-age or older who leaves the ice-capped tundra of the north to descend upon the State of Florida for the winter. We arrive in flocks, following the lead bird down I-75, stopping only for fast food, gas, and visits to the lady's and gent's. As a unit, we all flip on our blinkers the moment we cross under the sign that says, "Welcome to the Sunshine State!" and don't turn them off until we head back north in the spring. You will recognize us by our plumage - thick, white sneakers worn with socks (even on the beach,) colorful shirts printed with palm trees, and cardigans draped over our shoulders in restaurants because "they keep the air conditioning turned up too high!" But, before one officially becomes a snowbird, one must, as with any journey, prepare.
|"I've only got four months to pack! Better get on it!"|