I had to take Fronkles to the vet a few weeks ago, because something was off. When the vet asked what the issue was, I replied, “I’m not sure, but I reckon he’s been eating the bloody garbage.”
The vet, with a straight face looked at me and said, “What kind of blood was it?”
And I was like, “Wow.” Continue reading
My weekend was filled with a lot of laughter. This week I have a four day course, I’m looking forward to learning new things. I’m a tremendous advocate of mind expansion.
As a professional Writer, it’s important that I take any class offered to me. The more styles I’m familiar with, the more valuable I am at work. I really like the company I work for, so I’m keen to get my head around some unfamiliar concepts this week. Continue reading
Happy Sunday global lover tribe. I only work two days this week. One day will be remotely, because I’ll be in Boston for Thanksgiving.
Yesterday I feasted with a local favorite. We cooked too much food. He made jalapeño corn bread that was accompanied with dark rum punch. We dyed the tips of my hair blue.
Later on I waxed my legs during Patron shots. I was poured a eucalyptus epsom soak and dipped myself in candlelit bath water.
The weekend wasn’t bad. Continue reading
My weekend has been spent staying awake, carving pumpkins and weaving around midtown.
I’m happy to have a friend around while I ride out the end of the most recent stint of terrible. I ate Thai food last night and laughed until I was lying on the ground in giggles. My friend put a pumpkin on his head to make me smile and carved out the face that I drew on another one. Continue reading
I’m snapping out of it blog tribe.
As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.
Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).
Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”
Uuuuuuugh. Continue reading