Category Archives: 2015

On the THIRD day of Chickmas…my TRUE LOVE gave to me…THREE TAILS WAGGING

Posted on December 16, 2017 by

TWO DANCING CHICKLETS and A NON-SEXIST HOLIDAY TREEEE Advertisements

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Eat, Pray and Love, Under the Tuscan Sun…

Posted on January 11, 2015 by

Okay, I admit it, I have watched Eat, Pray & Love, a couple of times. I also admit that as soon as the movie starts, I skip to where Roberts is in Italy, so I can look at the buildings … Continue reading →

Posted in 2015, Italy, Paris, Philosophy of life and other good stuff, Thoughts | Tagged | 34 Comments

It’s a brand new year so…

Posted on January 1, 2015 by

Rubber stamps BE GOOD TO YOURSELF.  Everyone, and everything, tries to eat away at our happiness every single day.  The media is like a huge MONSTER that tells us that we DON’T look like super models, we don’t have enough … Continue reading →

Posted in 2015, Philosophy of life and other good stuff, Politics/Herstory, Rants & Raves, Thoughts | 14 Comments

Happy New Year…

Posted on January 1, 2015 by

It’s time to continue, to let go, or start over.  Georgia wanted to be Father Time and Jimi, lost a bet, and was forced to be the New Year chicklet.  He’s not at all happy with his costume but a … Continue reading →

Posted in 2015, Art, chicken art | 10 Comments

It’s New Year’s Eve…

Posted on January 1, 2015 by

and my  wishes for you are…passion, health, wealth, in all its forms, joy, laughter, understanding, peace, love, creativity, books, art, clear vision, shelter, things you enjoy, time to waste, time to play, sunny days and rain to give you roots … Continue reading →

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2015

Posted on December 30, 2014 by

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Alphonse Sing

Posted on December 30, 2014 by

Alphonse Sing was standing in front of a clock store, when the police drove by and decided that he was casing the place.  The officers jumped out of their patrol car and wrestled Mr. Sing to the ground, although he … Continue reading →

Posted in 2015, Short Stories | 11 Comments