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What are YOU Looking At?

Posted in art, comedian, comic, family, humor, sarcasm, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 29, 2014| 36 Comments »


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Common Sense, Where?

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 28, 2014| 9 Comments »


I received a text from an old friend. 

It read – I want to call you, what’s your phone number?

I replied – I think you just texted it.

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Bad Dreams That Can’t Be Explained

Posted in art, comedian, comic, family, humor, sarcasm, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 26, 2014| 13 Comments »


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From the Bizarre Recipe Box

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 25, 2014| 15 Comments »


I have recipes from my great aunts, grandmothers and even great grandmothers. Many are really good. I don’t use those. Just as may are a bit weird if not down right crazy. 

For all of you foodies, I would like to introduce a recipe from my great aunt who was quite the entertainer.

WARNING: Do not try this at home. But if you do, let me know how it turns out.

She called this little ditty the Backwoods Sandwich Loaf. I found it in her What to Serve Men section.

It starts with a loaf of unsliced bread. Cut lengthwise into 7 layers.

On the bottom layer, spread mayonnaise and cheese spread. Place bread layer on top.

On this layer spread tuna salad. Place bread layer on top.

On the next layer spread mayonnaise, tomato slices, salt, pepper and, you got it, next bread layer on top.

Next layer, egg salad. I think you’ve got the hang of the next bread layer …

Add mayonnaise and deviled ham.

Up until now you’re thinking – What up with you, Dee? It’s a little weird but still edible. 

But wait, there’s more.

On the last later, add mayonnaise and peanut butter. Yikes.

Though I’ve laid eyes on this wonder, I’ve never tasted it. You wouldn’t catch me eating a cheese spread, tuna, egg, tomato, deviled ham, peanut butter sandwich. 

 

Besides, it was served to the men in the wood paneled den.

And as a young female, I was served in the pale blue formal livingroom. We dined on Melon Americans or Frosted Sandwiches. 

I don’t know where she came up with the names.

 

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Alternate History?

Posted in art, comedian, comic, family, humor, sarcasm, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2014| 20 Comments »


What would you write.

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I Think There’s an Elephant in the Room

Posted in art, comedian, comic, family, humor, sarcasm, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2014| 15 Comments »


But, I don’t see it.

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Braless Day by Doctor’s Order

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, sarcasm, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 16, 2014| 54 Comments »


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I was in an accident yesterday and hurt my side. If I turn the wrong way, I feel like I can’t breath. When asked, the doctor suggested that I not wear a bra for a while, YEAH BABY!

How to sum up the first day post accident?

The codeine’s …   …   …   …   …   …

That pretty much says it.

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What’s Her Story?

Posted in art, comedian, comic, family, Fantasy/Scifi, humor, Personal, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2014| 49 Comments »


In fifth grade English, Mrs. Barnett use to give us a picture from a magazine and had us write a story about it. To this day, I still find this fun. Person, place or thing, what’s the rest of the story?

Is she good or is she bad? Was she jilted on her wedding day? There are no rules, whatever you think is the right answer.

Shall we play?

I was told I’m evil, a child of the dark. The light say I may be innocent now, but eventually I will kill and destroy just as my ancestors have done.

Until a few months ago, I thought there were only humans and I was one of them. I didn’t even know fae existed, light or dark. Now I’m hunted, already judged and sentenced because of what, not who I am.

I’m one of the last dark fae. I can’t let them execute me. But if I fight the light, will I fulfill my dark destiny?

What’s her story? Tell us your version.

 

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Which Cowboy Would You Chose?

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, Personal, Random, sarcasm, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2014| 50 Comments »


I’ve been playing around with the length of my blog posts. I usually write short posts. I tried creating longer posts. 

My last post was about fake cowboys. It was the long version. Here is the shorter version.

You Call Yourself A Cowboy?

Here’s my message to a couple of guys on my flight back to Texas.

If you paint your boots with puffy paint, you are not a cowboy. If you bedazzle your belt to match your puffy painted boots, maybe you best stay home.

If you have bling on your jeans, skip the rodeo. If you need to tie your hat on, don’t wear it. 

A real cowboy fills his jeans with an air of freedom and a bit of wilderness. He strides confidently in worn boots. More often then not, there’s a little stubble on his chin. 

He doesn’t bedazzle or puffy paint anything. He tips his hat to the passing ladies, no strings necessary. 

I loves me a cowboy. All pretenders need not apply.

So which do you prefer, this post or the next?

 

 

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l Loves Me a Cowboy

Posted in comedian, comic, family, Fantasy/Scifi, humor, Personal, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2014| 46 Comments »


The airplane was so tiny, it could be called a sardine can. my fourteen inch wide carry-on was banging against the seats as I dragged it behind me. I had become intimate with the two seat on the left, one on the right commuter plane. Even at my diminutive height of five foot two, I managed to smack my head on an over head bin. Up until now, all super small planes I’d flown on were short and wide, not super narrow.

This must be how sailor a submarine feel. I do loves me a man in a sailor uniform. But that’s another story.

As I was fighting with my recalcitrant case, banging along after me.  A ray of hope entered the darkness. A cowboy booted foot protruding out in the isle. A cowboy, too tall for his seat. Cowboys always offer help to a woman in distress.

As I slugged closer to immediate help, I notice a harlequin pattern painted on the boot. My stomach began to sink. When I got close enough to realize it was puffy paint, my stomach hit bottom. And not just puffy paint, he had bedazzled his belt to match his boots. This was no cowboy, it was a fauwboy (a faux cowboy).

He didn’t offer to help me with my case. He didn’t even look me in the eye.

Hot and sweaty, struggling down the isle I continued. Then I saw another ray of hope, a cowboy hat way in the back, near my seat. In the row so far back, if they’d have to strap me in the toilet to get me any closer to the rear of the plane.

My seat was finally in reach. Someone would help me heft my case into the overhead bin. I turned with  a forlorn look of desperation. His hat was tied to his head with strings. STRINGS TYING ON HIS HAT. This was no cowboy.

Cowboys do not paint their boots, bedazzle their belts, or need to tie their hats on. Cowboys wear worn boots, real leather, silver belt buckles, jeans without bling and finally, cowboys know how to treat women like ladies.

This is why I loves me a cowboy.

And a sailor

Any man in military uniform.

Firemen.

Texas Ranger, which goes without saying.

And …

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