Monday, January 7, 2019


I'm the type who loves to make News Year's Resolutions. I start my list at the beginning of December so I can spend an entire month enjoying my bad habits to their fullest before it's time to relinquish them. For example, the year I gave up my nightly dish of ice cream, I doubled up on the scoops right through New Year's Eve. When I decided to eat "healthy," I had potato chips and Diet Pepsi for breakfast for four weeks straight.  Some might suggest that I deliberately choose resolutions that I have no intention of fulfilling just for the purpose of being extra naughty during the holiday season. How. Dare. You.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018


As my birthday approaches, (cash gifts accepted) it is time to renew my driver's license. This event always leaves me fraught with worry as I'm sure this is the year the BMV will finally catch onto me. You see, I'm not a good driver. Not only can't I parallel park, I can barely back out of the driveway without leaving a tire-sized trench on the lawn.  Obviously, my anxiety regarding this every-four-year task is greatly misplaced, as all I've ever been required to do is pass an eye exam. So, I finally decided that, this time around, I was going to be calm, cool and collected. Then, they changed the rules on me. Pass the Xanax.
Diva's Little Helper

Monday, October 1, 2018


When I go out to eat with my favorite women, the conversation always turns ugly. Before we've finished the salad course, we've already registered multiple complaints about the most repulsive thing we know. No, I'm not referring to Donald Trump. (Cheap joke, but I'm on a budget.) I'm talking about our bodies. Our disgust for our physical selves is so extreme, it requires an exorcism. We demand that the power of Botox compel our wrinkles be gone. We drown our faces in the holy waters of expensive creams and engage in the ritualistic waxing of the incubus that is body hair. And, don't get me started on the biggest, baddest demon of them all - FAT.  We are so possessed by FAT that the very act of looking in a mirror or putting on a pair of jeans causes our heads to spin. FAT fills us with self-loathing, while also enticing us to judge others. We can almost hear FAT whispering that it gets it's power from two of the deadly sins: Sloth and Gluttony.  Except, FAT can't talk. If it could, it would say things like, "Let me keep you warm! Is your butt comfy enough on that seat or do you need more padding?" So, if it's not FAT buzzing in our ears, telling us that it makes us ugly, undesirable, and unhealthy, who is?

Monday, September 17, 2018


Since I took the summer off from blogging, I had to fill my days with interesting pastimes, such as snooping on Zillow to find out what our new neighbors paid for their condo. One afternoon in late July, as I was tumbling down the Zillow hole marveling at the absence of Feng Shui in Midwestern homes, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. "Honey?" I shouted. And, just like that, we bought a new house.
Don't worry, George. I've already sent you the new address.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018


Like any middle-aged American woman worth her salt, I watched The Royal Wedding.  After all, most of us  were there when the ridiculously young Diana trembled her way down the aisle dressed like the Michelin Man’s illegitimate daughter. Therefore, etiquette demanded that we witness the weddings of her sons.  While some of us  might have overslept for Will and Kate's nuptials, that wasn't going to happen with this one. After all, she’s one of our own. Lest you think I’m referring to the new Duchess of Sussex, the preternatural beauty named Meghan Markle, let me correct you. I’m talking about the Mother of the Bride, the unflappable Doria Ragland.
Step aside, Bey. There's a new queen in town.

Friday, May 11, 2018


One thing about being a snowbird is that if you return to your northern home the first week in April, you are in for a world of misery. There will be snow, freezing rain, grey skies, and zero plant life. That healthy lifestyle you developed down south? The daily walks on the beach, the fresh fruit, the wholesome vegetables? Kiss all that goodbye as it's all about comfort foods and strolls from the sofa to the kitchen. This is not good for one's mental well-being, people!  In fact, the entire month of April turned me into a walking Maxine cartoon. I was so grouchy from the lack of sunlight and flip-flops, that every little thing ticked me off.
Me while Snow-birding
Vs. Me back in Ohio

Friday, April 27, 2018


Well folks, I received the infamous message from Facebook that I was one of the quadzillion users whose data was compromised. Apparently, thanks to a FRIEND (cough-cough) who used an app called This Is Your Digital Life, Cambridge Analytica was able to mine any and all information from my page that was set as Public. I'm sure the techs at CA enjoyed the pictures of my dog, as well as my deep thoughts regarding wine, Real Housewives, and Ohio weather.
Imagine the information they were able to glean from this profile picture, alone!