The world has become a scary and dangerous place, so I have decided to take drastic measures and invest in some hand guns.
The two I bought didn’t even require any registration or credentials. Obviously I’m not living in a gun free zone. I’ve been doing some target shooting on my back porch and the authorities don’t even seem to care. Continue reading
I recently discovered I am only 97 percent human since I traced my DNA through “Twenty Three and Me”, an ancestry research company.
After I plunked down my $100 and spit in a cup, “Twenty Three and Me” traced my heritage all the way back to my Neanderthal beginnings. I do have rather long arms and love to chew on a drumstick at tailgate parties. Hmmm.
A group of my “over 50” cronies were discussing our fascinating lives over coffee the other day.
Two had just returned from a trip to Italy, one had been cross-country skiing in Wyoming, and the oldest one in the group had just placed first in his age bracket in a half marathon.
Me? I had nothing. My big adventure was a
As I tried to find a place in the refrigerator for the Thanksgiving leftovers, I made an unsettling discovery. I’m pretty sure I have a mustard addiction. I counted 16 half used bottles of mustard in a freaky collection that is clearly out of control.
No, I won’t be cooking this year even though I will offer a traditional Thanksgiving dinner thanks to Boulder Canyon Kettle Chips. Yes, you read that right. My Nashville son, William, arrived at our airiport with a complete Thanksgiving dinner in a bag….Kettle Chip bags.