If I’m porch sittin’ that means it must be spring time! Just to clarify, porch sittin’ means it’s seven A.M. and I am sitting on my porch swing in the mountain sunshine, drinking a latte, wearing my bathrobe (hood up, uni bomber style) and talking to my cats. Oh yeah, I’m that scary neighbor …
The redtail hawk writes songs across the sky,There’s music in the waters flowing by,And you can hear a song each time the wind sighs,In the golden rolling hills of California. Words from one of my favorite Kate Wolf song . I always wonder when I’m hiking how Cooper Hawks look different from Red Tailed Hawks. …
Yup, I’ve still got it. I may be thirty one. I may have horrible gas most days. I may not have washed my hair in a few days, but to the homeless population of Redlands, this mountain girl? Still a prize. Yesterday was a beautiful day in the usual smoggy valley below. I usually …
Good thing I get so pissed off so easily or I would never have anything to write about. Like just now, I fell, farted, then lost my American Express card some where in between. Its a gorgeous, well to me, at least, foggy morning in my little mountain town. Its raining. Its snowing. I’m …
I think we deserve to pay $4.50 a gallon for gas in this country. Why? Because Americans are fucking spoiled pricks. We pollute, pollute, pollute, suck up unemployment like its going out of style, max out our credit cards and drive big ass suv’s, than bitch and moan about every fucking thing. We are …