Train and Tumbleweed An Ode to the Southwest Never did I think I’d see, Such a plethora of tumbleweed. By north or south or west or east, Far and wide lies the hearty beast. Tumbleweeds cover the desert land, So many so, they’re out of hand. For hundreds … But, wait! There’s more…
I found Mollie’s Nipple on the way to Purgatory. I can only assume Mollie is walking around with one nipple. It’s a butte named “Mollie’s Nipple”. Makes you wonder if Mollie was a popular saloon gal back in the day. Or if she lost one in a bar fight. Have … But, wait! There’s more…
The “Blond” vs. “Blonde” debate. Or perhaps I should say debacle. Yeah, it’s more like a debacle. *sigh* When I started this blog, I did reference the fact I tend to make a lot of typos. Just remember you were warned. At that time I had no idea I’d misspelled … But, wait! There’s more…
Well, it’s been an interesting (read: weird and dull) couple of weeks with my latest Match.com escapades. (This is post number gazillion in my Match.com misadventures.) I’ve noticed a similarity between almost all of the interested men on Match.com: They will make an attempt to schedule a date, including one … But, wait! There’s more…
Blond = Me, Kernut the Blond Lemming = A small, hamster-like rodent with suicidal tendencies, known for throwing themselves off cliffs for no apparent reason. I have lemmicidal tendencies. Homicidal = Self explanatory. Does anyone know the statue of limitations for homicide? Why? No reason. First, I apologize to you … But, wait! There’s more…
(This post was inspired by Oh Noa’s on lying to her future children. It reminded me of the many lies my parents told us.) I don’t know about you, but I need some humor while I sort through the Match.com adventures. So today I bring you Lies My Parents Told … But, wait! There’s more…
Yes, I did. I joined Match.com. Again. I’m not well. I blame the cold medicine that got me to join the Booty Camp to which I’m now addicted. Those two things are related. No, I don’t know how. It’s been about seven years and I’d forgotten about this part: I’ve … But, wait! There’s more…
Kernut’s Guide to Medicating Your Cat: What the Vet Doesn’t Tell You Remember my cat with stage three kidney disease? There’s no cure, but there are things I can do to slow the progression. Among the lovely solutions: giving her 1/4 of a ten milligram tablet of famotidine (Pepcid) daily, … But, wait! There’s more…
Once Upon A Time, I Rescued A Pigeon. And I named him Spot. When I first met Spot he was walking across a six-lane street during rush hour, headed towards the median. Cars were whizzing by him, but he seemed not to notice the imminent danger. Or maybe he just … But, wait! There’s more…
I was doing research for my day job when I came across Crazy Street names. Honestly, folks. It’s moments like this that make made coming to work kinda fun. (I wrote that yesterday. Today I was let go! OMG. It’s kind of a shock since in my review two weeks … But, wait! There’s more…
