Holy cowabunga people. This is going to alienate some of you, and I apologize. Because this is TOTALLY a sponsored post. I am not selling out. This is just completely irrefuckingsistable. I get to blog about sex toys. This is going to be fun. I have read about Eden Fantasys and their products over on Blogging Dangerously. And here’s the cool part. The folks at Eden Fantasys don’t expect me to blog about their products. They don’t want me to review jack shit. All they want is for me to’ talk about their company in a way that’s ‘comfortable for me’.… Read the rest
Yearly Archives: 2012
I’m in a book group headed up by Lisa over at Seeking Elevation. It seems to be the thing that has replaced Friday Fluff (which had probably run its course anyhow, though if it comes back, believe me, I’ll be all fluffy again.) Anyway, we’re reading Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse.
If you want background on the characters and story, Lisa has both on her blog. Start here, then go here, here, here, here, and here. I’m just going to jump in and assume you’re one of the other people in the group though and already know what I want to talk about.… Read the rest
When the doorbell rang at 5AM, I bolted awake from dead sleep. I jumped out of bed and took off running hell for leather down the hall “Oh no! Oh something is terribly, terribly wrong! Come fast,” I said to Scott.
As if he wasn’t pelting along behind me.
All I could think was Sam, Sam, Sam. He’s a flight risk. We’ve considered documenting him. He seems to be settling down, so we haven’t gone through with it, but, Sam, Sam, Sam, when that doorbell rang, I wished we hadn’t dithered and delayed.
I barely looked out before I threw open the door.… Read the rest
Hey everybody, first and foremost, I want to say that I got a visit from the Fairy Hobmother. I GOT A VISIT FROM THE FAIRY HOBMOTHER. (Yes, I know the link goes to an appliance store in the UK. It should. It’s cool.) The Fairy Hobmother (@Fairyhobmother ) is an Internet Awesome who randomly visits and bestows love. In this case, I have been gifted with £25 Amazon voucher. And if you comment on this post, the Hobmother might visit you, too. I’m prettttty sure that’s how I got found, but I really have no idea how this works. It’s not a giveaway, precisely, more like… well a visit from your fairy hobmother.… Read the rest
For this week’s Trifecta challenge (this week’s word is confidence), I’m back in the nursing home with DoDo and Wilma. Take a second to read their previous (short) escapade. They have now returned from their shopping spree unscathed, as they have every week so far. It helps that Wilma’s great grandson helped them hack the garden gate code, but sooner or later, they’re going to get caught.
Here is the first of two nonfiction companion pieces to go with this little story.
And here is the other companion.
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“I know what you did.” Clara Jean Phillips peered at Wilma and DoDo from the hall, then waddled in and perched on Wilma’s ladder back rocker.… Read the rest
If you’re looking for the post I placed on Things I can’t say, I have deleted it. I offended Shell when that was the last thing I intended. My profound apologies.
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We have house guests. This is all Annabelle’s fault. She wrote a cute post over at Glass of Fancy about how she once sent her brother live bullfrogs. She said, “It’s amazing the things you can find in biological supply catalogs online”.
Immediately, I thought of my niece. Bing! went my brain. My Mom was Madame Fruit Fly Experiment when I was a kid. She bought Kaylee an Ant farm, and they adore it. She has a pond, sometimes a swimming pool, full of tadpoles. Wouldn’t she and Kay LOVE to WATCH the frogs develop? What CAN I get from biological supply?… Read the rest
Hello people of the internet! The awesome Carrie over at Views From Nature is on vacation this week, and as such, she has invited some of us to guest post in her stead. I’m totally thrilled to say that I’m kicking off her week.
Come check out my story “Aboveboard” over at Carrie’s today, where I’m the first of the tourists:
While you’re there, you should also take a look at some of Carrie’s wonderful stories, including her awesome ongoing series. Although I had been an occasional reader of her blog before I started doing Trifecta posts, I got addicted with her series about “The Glade”.… Read the rest
Flori flitted down the alley, a crisp twenty folded in her hand. She tossed the wallet in the dumpster. She wasn’t big time; she didn’t fool with the credit cards. Urre and Kulta, who needed drugs, took bolder risks. Flori emptied out enough to eat and kept a low profile.
A sound at the alley’s mouth alerted her. She looked back long enough to see the tourist’s head, the same distinctive ponytail she had noticed when peeling the wallet free of his pocket. “Shit,” she muttered. Then she yelled, “check the trash mister,” and made a show of running straight into the dead end wall, only to whip around and charge when he was nearly on top of her.… Read the rest
Well, since I didn’t explode the blog yesterday, it’s time to try this slideshow thing again today. Yesterday’s show was a little on the small side, IMHO, so I’m going to go for bigger. But I don’t know if I’ll get it.
We went to the Alabama book festival yesterday and wandered around with the heady smell of intellectualism in our noses for three hours until Sam started trying to break antiques. The festival was housed in Old Alabama Town, a sort of miniature Ye Olde Williamsburg. I’ve avoided the place before, because I feared it would be all Gone With the Wind veneration of the old South.… Read the rest