A Healthy Glow...

For those moments when you're unable to gain the special flush that nature provides.

Courtesy of NARS Cosmetics...at a Sephora near you.

No advertising fees exchanged hands for this plug.

I just really dig the clever names...and the glow provided.

And They Called It "Puppy Love..."

Or in this case, c. 2009, it would be more like smelly geriatric dog love.

I thought Donny Osmond's heydey ended with the opening of his and Marie's film debut, "Goin' Coconuts," in 1978.

Oh wait...he did have that catchy "Soldier of Love" single back in '89.

Um...yeah...20 years ago.

Point made.

How Dick's Sporting Goods Got Its Name...

The secret's out...isn't it?

I guess it's a new "roots" marketing campaign in action.

Pearus Erectus...Redux

Yes, folks, it's true.

Lightening, or in this case a phenomenally coincidentally sliced pear core, can strike twice in a lifetime.

This time I left it in the slicer to say ha ha ha to those naysayers who claimed I faked the last one.

(see January 2008 archives)

Let's get one thing straight...

I never fake!

Chicken Sandwich...In Peril

A classic scene of good vs. evil.

Dog. Boy. Chicken Sandwich.

The story writes itself...almost.

Boy was too smart for the dog...this time.

But not a few days later...not with breakfast sausage involved.

Caption Free For All!

Here's the shot:


Now go on...add a caption in the comments section. I want to see how clever my readers really are.

Disclaimer: No prizes awarded other than the pure satisfaction of showcasing your wit to the rest of cyberspace via this humble blog.

My Mantra...

This mug, one of my favorites of all times (thanks, Karen!) pretty much sums me up.

I try. I make an effort.

It never quite works. Almost. But not quite.

The story of my life. LOL!

A New Look for Spring?

So...what do you think?

Is it me?

Should I make it part of my everyday style?

Can't decide if I'm channeling Foxxy Brown or Little Orphan Annie.

Hmmm...I think I now have a few ideas for Halloween '09.

Worst Job Ever -- Part Three...

Once again...someone in a costume, hawking something for a business.

This one is bad. It's at night. It's not summer. And...the most disturbing aspect...it's a clown.

Who in their right mind thinks a CLOWN would draw in business.

I bet I'm not the only one who runs the other direction when they see a clown.

Not the most welcoming marketing technique. Maybe it's just me, though....

Does Not Compute

After a brief sabbatical, I'm back.
And figured my return required a photo that will make you scratch your head and wonder, "WTF?!?!

It's an unlikely trio. A wayward Red Velvet cupcake, lost in a sea of reuben dip inside a Crock Pot...accented by a chocolate toffee martini.

At 1 a.m.

Talk about a non sequitar.

I'm back. And weirder than usual.