#about, Quiz, Uncategorized

Food Quiz

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There’s a running gag at my house.
My eldest kid thinks I’m nuts.
I prefer the word eccentric, but that’s just me holding on to the hope he won’t have me committed!

What’s the one condiment I put on just about everything that makes my son cringe?

Here’s a clue.

Answers, winners and prizes announced tomorrow. Good luck!


Contents written: September 1 2016
Originally published: September 7 2016
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Music is Oxygen, Uncategorized

Danger Zone

I’ve always been a bit of a daredevil! I’ve done some scary things that could have killed me, but, knock on wood, I’m still alive and kicking, thank God.

In my teens and twenties I totally wanted to be a biker babe/ biker chick riding a hot machine and humming down the highway.




But, alas, motherhood instilled a healthy dose of fear in me and I never learned to ride, but I’m sure I still have a motorcycle manual from the dmv somewhere!

In all honesty, if I were to see a chick cruising by on a hot bike, I’ll stop and stare wishing it were me, so daydream with me as I imagine myself cruising on the sweet ride above while blasting the following song in my headphones. Enjoy! ☺



Song: “Danger Zone”


Contents compiled: September 7 2016
Originally published: September 7 2016
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Poetry, Short Stories

Fighting Dirty

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I promised to never
hold your past against you.
You asked me for a chance
to prove yourself
so I wiped the slate clean —
I gave you a fresh start
and you promised
to do the same for me.

To this day,  I never used your past
in any of our arguments.
I never threw your mistakes
back in your face.
I always held my tongue
and kept my promise
to respect you as a person.
But you reneged —
your word was not bond.

You disrespected me,
called me names,
became violent,
threatened my life, 
then defiled me
in the worst way possible —
You took from me
what I would have given you freely
had you loved me like you promised.

To love,  honor and cherish,
for better for worse, 
in sickness and in health,
til death do us part —
those were the words we vowed, 
but you didn’t keep your promises.
You fought dirty.
You tried to use my past againt me, 
but now it seems
you get your just reward.
It doesn’t pay to fight dirty does it?


Contents compiled: September 2 2016
Originally published: Sept 7 2016
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