The Life of Pye: And that’s why we can’t have nice things
Pye is why we can’t have nice things. *sigh* Is it Karma that sent me a Devil Cat? I love my furry monster-child, but Pye needs a hobby.
But, wait! There's more...Category Archives: Criminal Acts
Tales From the RV Park: Tush Shot Her Car
Remember Tush? She’s a tad on the friendly side – if you’re a man. If you’re a woman, she’s jealous and insecure, and has been known to threaten women who she thinks “looked” at Hatin’ – not that anyone in their right mind would.
Tush and Hatin’ fight all the time, and that’s what makes the following story all the more curious…
Tush shot her car. Yes, with a gun.
But, wait! There's more...The Life of Pye: 30 Hours Without Pye
The Life of Pye is about a cat. The cat who adopted me. And this is a short, sporadically posted series about her. The first post is Pye has a foot fetish. Pye is still quite pudgy. She’s been on a diet for several months (1/2 cup of kibbles as … But, wait! There’s more…
Tombstones in Tombstone, Arizona
A sign nearby says,
“On this spot the Earp and Clanton factions met on October 26, 1881 to settle the west’s most famous feud. Doc Holliday stopped on Fremont Street a few feet from where indicated. Here Frank and Tom McLaury finally dropped on Fremont Street. Billy Clanton died where he stood. Virgil and Morgan Earp were wounded.”
But, wait! There's more...Don’t make me get my gun out. Again.
Two things that need shootin’: Varmints in your RV, and Stalkers It’s been a week of things that need shootin’. (Note the dropped “g” – I’m already starting to sound like a Texan. Just know it happens very fast, people, very fast.) (A note for my new readers: Last summer … But, wait! There’s more…
Border Patrol = Reno 911
The scene: An empty two-lane highway at 8:30 pm on a Wednesday night. My car: The nice tow car previously pictured, carrying two blond-haired white people (me and the aforementioned house guest) slowly driving back to their campsite in Slab City after a day at the nearby RV park pool, hanging with sober … But, wait! There’s more…
The Time I Worked For Fred Krueger and Donna Mills
Recently learning Herman Munster is alive and well and selling real estate, reminded me of one of the many jobs I had. I said job I had, not gave. sheesh No, not had as in got, either. Remember, I’m a woman – I give them I don’t …oh, never mind. … But, wait! There’s more…
Drinking and Smoking: My Childhood Memories
I learned to mix drinks, quite well actually, and we all had a grand time drinking up the liquor cabinet after school. When the booze would run low, Dad would just replace it. Awesome. *hiccup*
But, wait! There's more...Penny and The Attack of The Killer Bees
The Time Penny Was Attacked by The Killer Bees When I was a delinquent young teenager in Capitola, I had some friends with whom I regularly got into trouble had adventures. (See: My First Brush With The Law). One of the places we would regularly go to find trouble was … But, wait! There’s more…
The Time I Learned Golf Carts Don’t Float
Golf Carts Don’t Float, But Golf Tees Do – Who Knew?! For a little while after my parents got divorced my father stayed in the general Santa Barbara, CA area. My sister, Chickenbone, and I would spend weekends and long summers with him where we would learn all kinds of … But, wait! There’s more…