God Bless America! Donald Trump Edition

Nothing says God bless America like smacking a Donald Trump piñata until candy bleeds out of his ass. Should I feel bad for encouraging children to beat our future piñata shaped president with a baseball bat? When I was ten year old I don’t really remember elections but I do remember my hippie parents not liking George Bush senior. Maybe when … Read more…

The Sport of Kings, At Last

This moment captured it best; the moment in time when I stood out at my job. As these two fine young gentlemen in seersucker suits cheered home another winner a giant smile was plastered on my face. Because I love my job. I worked for a company that beat me down for fifteen years. I was sexually harassed; I had … Read more…

I Miss the Streets of Venice

I miss the streets of Paris and roaming the narrow alleyways of Venice. I feel so blessed for the days in my twenties when I was able to sneak into a café in Italy and try a cappuccino and a zeppole filled with marsala cream. I can still remember how sweet the donut like pastry smelled as I took that … Read more…

That Time I almost Killed the UPS Guy

So funny story, I’ve almost killed the UPS guy a few times now. Although he only would have actually died if he happened to be allergic to happy dog slober. (Which I don’t think a ton of people are, although it is beyond disgusting.) Our neighbor across the street here in Big Bear Lake is a good friend and I … Read more…

Mango Curried Chicken Salad

Summer days were meant to relax at the lake, fishing pole in hand or watch July thunder storms on lazy afternoons from the front porch. I am so thrilled to say that this has been my summer so far. This morning I woke up at dawn and hauled my mountain bike down Van Dusen Canyon Road to Holcomb Valley just … Read more…