Let’s be clear – I am not trying to speak ill of the dead and I’m certainly not trying to cast aspersions – but the news reports tonight are making it sound like David Carradine either committed suicide or died of auto-erotic asphyxiation.  Either way it is tragic. … Read full post »

When we were in high school we presumed that pretty much any sex was good sex.  If you were getting any that was infinitely better than getting none.  Rumors that you were getting some were currency and most of us didn't want our peers thinking we couldn't get laid.  So, most… Read full post »

This morning I found an interesting Google advert in my Gmail.  Smorstix.  What is a Smorstix you ask?  Well this handy little item will help you roast your marshamallows when you are gathered 'round the campfire.  As I like a good S'more, I went to their website to see what fabul… Read full post »

 Bill S. has been entertaining (or tormenting) us for the last few weeks with nostalgic TV theme songs from long ago.  Thanks to his little quizzes I've had a few theme songs stuck in my head like a skipping record including the theme from Love American Style and Wally Gator.  Thanks… Read full post »

I recently posted a story about my children that included a few cute photos.  But like any proud parent, there are always more!

 This was Angel Bear (aka Butters after having been found helping herself to a pound of butter) our Golden Retriever who passed away a… Read full post »

I regularly tease my sister Helen that she is reaping the rewards of her own youthful adventures by having to raise her teenage girls. And while she may be suffering a kind of karmic blow-back, she can take some solace in knowing that she's got their number and has a better… Read full post »

I am a huge fan of the Dave Robicheaux novels by James Lee Burke. One of the reasons I like these books is that the dialogue frequently sounds like something out of The Godfather.  Conversations between main character Dave Robicheaux and his former police partner Clete Purcell are frequently pep… Read full post »

Since a number of us seem to be in a festive foodie mood this fine Cinco de Mayo, I thought I would try to throw a little OS Mexican Fiesta - just in case you missed any of these treasures while the OS tech department has been… Read full post »

I grew up in a household of women who really couldn't cook.  Mostly because they didn't really eat.  My grandmother, the original health nut, ate like a bird and followed a diet designed by her a Chinese nutritionist, Dr. Dong, whom she regularly flew to San Francisco to see.  He cured… Read full post »

I was a dinner last night at my cousin's house when the phone rang.  Over the speaker of the answering machine came a woman's voice.  She was calm, authoritative, and pre-recorded.  She wanted to let us know that, as of today, there have been no documented cases of Swine Flu in… Read full post »

Tonight I nodded off while watching the local news.  I was roused from slumber when my husband came to bed, only to find that the news was over and Jay Leno was on.  As a rule I don't watch Jay - I'm a Letterman kinda gal.  I just don't think Jay… Read full post »

Dear Mr. Goodell;

 I should begin this letter by telling you that I am not a football fan.  Rather, I am the ubiquitous football widow.  My seasonal neglect is compounded by the intellectual assault of the endless strategies and statistics of fantasy football.  I don't understand… Read full post »

My answers were:

 1. I am the Mandy that Barry Manilow sang about.

1. I am the Mandy that Barry Manilow sang about.

2. I gave Superman a dressing down in the 9th grade.

3. I spent a drunken weekend in a Mexican hotel with 3 out of 4 of the Baldwin brothers.

On the local news this morning, which I was watching while having my daily jolt of Joe, there was a short piece on the foods that can enhance your sex life.  Since I'm a foodie and will use any excuse to eat more and have more sex, I was eagerly attentive.… Read full post »

 Tonight in cake decorating class, I made a basket full of roses which I would like to present to Freaky, since this is clearly ALL ABOUT FREAKY DAY on OS.
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While reading Aaroncynic's What's In A Band Name last week I was reminded of an old project of my husband's and mine.  The legendary, if not completely imaginary, punk band Ass Crack Sandwich.

When we first hooked up Dave, my husband, was in a rock band called Patchwork… Read full post »

"Jack, why does your nose smell like Sally's ass?"

"Sally!  You're such a whore."  (She's rolling on her back with her legs splayed wide open making obscene whining noises while Jack licks her stomach.)

"Please don't eat the yard nuggets Bruno." (Bruno's culinary tastes are borderline at be… Read full post »

My family has a magical mirror. It is a huge ornate gold mirror that once hung in the White House, and when you stand in front of it, it magically transforms you to be inches taller and pounds lighter. For generations women have come from far and wide to our home… Read full post »

BEER CAKE

Because it is Foodie Tuesday, and because Tuesday is also my cake decorating class. And because I'm secretly hoping to impress Freaky.

Seriously.  I've taken a course, I'm trained and I know tricks.

Last night, prior to stumbling upon Kind of Blue's post  Pitbulls in Spamalot is Eating Away My Brain, I was whining to my husband that, even in my short time here at OS, I've grown weary of the same… Read full post »

This is a story I wrote after the passing of a friend that I was subsequently asked to read at her memorial service.  Stella, affectionately known as Christopher Robin amongst her friends for her often childlike innocence, was a professional athlete who in her twenties held the world record for… Read full post »

"Would you do that when you are dining with the Queen?" was a common question asked in my home when I was growing up. My grandmother, whose penchant for etiquette came from her own Victorian mother, insisted that all her children and grandchildren be prepared for this inevitable dinner invitation.… Read full post »