Wednesday WTF
The other day I overheard a rather animated conversation about the celebration of Christmas. Before you go bongo bananas on me, the conversation did not concern the alleged “war on Christmas” or any of that nonsense. The bone of contention was whether vampires, while in their vampire den, celebrate Christmas. Yeah, I know. But trust…
Growing up in the ‘70s was wild. Every misconception I have about home decor is centered around three things: is it shiny, is it an animal print, or could it be easily mistaken for a disco? If the answer to any of those questions is “yes” then baby, I’m going to love it. Case in…
When I came across the home featured in this week’s column I instantly thought of my Pops. He loved Westerns. It does not matter how old or how bad the Western movie was, he would watch it. The worse the movie, the more enjoyment he experienced. At the graveside services for my Pops, we sang…
“Get your motor runnin’Head out on the highwayLooking for adventureIn whatever comes our way…” “Like a true nature’s childWe were bornBorn to be wildWe can climb so highI never wanna die” “Born to be wildBorn to be wild” Yeah man, let’s jump on our bikes and peel out. Let’s throw our wrist watches or, in…
Buckle up, folks. The holidays are upon us. Halloween was the rehearsal and the real deal is tomorrow, Thanksgiving. Anyone can be thankful for family, friends, and yada, yada, yada. Me, I am thankful for the house featured in this week’s column. If this house were a person, she would be a queen. Let me…
