Around the Bluhmin' Town
What are you doing on Thanksgiving? Let me guess. Dinner with family or friends and the guest of honor will be a Big Bird. We Americans love our turkey dinner.
She called me Stephanie. Well, my mother is 96 years old and is allowed a bit of confusion.
Want a $1,220 cup of coffee? No, I don’t mean an extra-large, special Pumpkin Spice Latte served in a golden mug.
Are you scared? If I told you that Americans spend a whopping $9 billion on all things related to Halloween, would it cause you to shake in terror?
Autumn is the season of longer nights, cooler weather and plenty of giant-pumpkin growing contests. And Pumpkin Spice Lattes, which might make us grow fat as a pumpkin because each cup “weighs in” with around 430 calories!
Drunken birds. Yes, let that sink in for a moment. Impossible? Crazy? Nope, it’s real.
Do you look forward to your next birthday? My mother just turned 96 and she didn’t seemed too thrilled.
I have always wanted to go to Greece. Eat delicious food. See the blue waters of the Mediterranean. Maybe have a sip of ouzo. And see spiders.
She liked her ham. Yes, dear readers, it seems a woman who works in the deli at a Giant Eagle supermarket in Ohio was reported for “stealing” $9,200 worth of ham. How did this happen?
There’s a mouse in the house! Yes, that’s right. Running down my hallway, scampering through the kitchen, with long squiggly tail, furry little body, big ears, beady eyes and razor-sharp teeth, this beast has unleashed all manner of rodent terror. “Home sweet home” has become a battle of the wits, a place to fear (what if the mouse got in my bed)!
I don’t want to grow old. OK, so I know the alternative is not exactly a pleasant thought. And my minister says that, “Old age is a privilege denied to many.” Yes, this is true. It’s just that old age is rough.
It’s a scary world out there. Sometimes, Dear Readers, we just need a friend. A friend who will walk miles through a scorching desert, escape the perils of predators, suffer through the wind, rain and dust of monsoons with no map, GPS or cell phone, just to walk up your driveway, saunter in through your open door and once again, grace your life with a visit.
Hold your horses! Air travel just got a whole lot more fun.
Seventeen days. That is how long an orca whale carried the corpse of her dead calf.
Have you given much thought as to the sex of papayas lately?
Did it rain enough? Probably not.
I am a surfer. Alright, I should clarify: I have surfed. Yes, dear readers, I caught one wave, hung ten and went on the long board.
We were all in that Thai cave. Praying, hoping, waiting that a miracle would happen.
What is your purpose? Perhaps it is the one question that we all seek to answer.
What’s in your attic? Look carefully, Dear Readers, as a hidden treasure might be tucked away in an unloved shoe box. Before your take all your old “junk” to the thrift store, you might want to check exactly what you have stashed away.
To flip or to flop. That is the question.
Is it Yanny or Laurel?
For 3.6 million high school students, the end is near.
His ship came in.
We are being ripped off!
Just because having a salad these days can cause us to become ill, maybe even hospitalized, doesn’t mean that everything green and leafy is contaminated with E. coli.
I took a short trip.
Oh, Loyola, how we prayed that you might win!
Are you ready for the Big Day?
Spring has arrived!
Flippy, where are you?
We watch with horror the news coverage of mass murders of school children and then, with further disbelief, the fall-out of blame, outrage, prayers, opinions, accusations, analysis and all manner of political warfare.
The Olympics gave us all the chance to watch the world’s best athletes attempt to achieve the incredible.
Last week to usher in Mardi Gras, my friend invited me on Fat Tuesday to a ladies luncheon and served King Cake.
A Supermoon, a Blue Moon and a total lunar eclipse.
The horror coming out of Oregon now that folks might have to pump their own gasoline is nothing short of mind-boggling.
The world is coming to an end. It will not happen because of a crazy guy with a bad haircut in North Korea.
Have you ever thought about becoming a polar bear? Dear Readers, there are seriously deranged people in other parts of the world that seem to think running half naked into freezing lakes or 39 degree oceans is a whole lot of fun.
Are you ready to embrace 2018? Well, ready or not, here it comes. Time, once again, is marching into the beginning of a new calendar, pulling us along with it.
I have been wrestling with Santa and it wasn’t a pretty picture. ’Tis the season to be jolly, but sometimes decorating can turn into something slightly less cheery.
I have seen the evidence of the “big approach” to Christmas all around me.
How was your Black Friday?
Having turkey? Well I think the big beast of a bird that is the Thanksgiving tradition in America might be staying in the chicken coop this year.
Did you enjoy the Veterans Day Parade?
Amazon wants to visit you.
Looking for a reason to celebrate? Summer is over!
My eyes have been opened (and wallet almost emptied) because I have seen the Purse Promise Land.
Why God? Show your hand.