I'm enjoying a few relaxing days at the beach. One of my favorite things at the beach is sunset. (I like the sunrise too, but I can't seem to get up early enough to enjoy it.)
In case you haven't watched a sunset at the beach lately, check out this video of the sun going down over Pamlico Sound off the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
Hope you make it to the beach sometime soon!
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Sunset At The Beach
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Monday, September 16, 2013
Recipes From My New Cookbook...Again
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013
A Silent Reminder
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Monday, September 9, 2013
Another Chance To Get Your Copy
|In anticipation of the next installment of Reflections On A Middle-Aged Fat Woman, I'm giving you the opportunity to get a copy of the first book in the series by ordering
If you would like a signed copy, because I know you do, you can order directly from this blog by clicking the left side of the screen where it says 'Purchase Book Via Amazon'.
Also, look for a new look for the blog. Blogger has finally fixed the bugs that have prevented making any changes so I intend to make up for lost time. Change is always good, right?
Don't miss your chance to get a copy of my book!
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Thursday, September 5, 2013
Song Of The Moment
Yes, sing. What was more surprising was the choice of songs. In my head for a second and out of my mouth the next: Thump, thump, thump, another one bites the dust. Hey, hey, another one bites the dust. And another one's gone, and another one's gone. Hey, we're gonna get you through; another one bites the dust. Thump, thump, thump...chicachicachica.
When I awakened from my trance I found myself playing air guitar with the towel and both of the cats puffed up and hiding in the corner. I guess they don't like Queen. Or maybe it's my singing.
That got me to thinking about where had that song come from. I don't have any Queen records. Or cassettes. Or CDs. Or even on my iPod. Since I no longer commute on a daily basis, I seldom listen to the radio. Where had I picked up this song?
As the day continued on, I found myself randomly singing, "Thump, thump, thump, another one bites the dust." Was I trying to kill somebody and not know it?
The days wore on and I was almost worn out. I was SICK of the thumps and I didn't care who bit the dust. This song had definitely worn out its welcome; time to move on. Take a bow, Queen; the song is over!
A few more weeks passed, and finally, the thumps began to subside. I was visiting with mom at her house and the television was going full-blast in the background. There's something about her television that's not quite right. You can barely hear someone speaking during a show but when the commercial comes on, it almost blasts you into outer space.
Mom was in the laundry room folding some clothes when I overheard her singing, "Thinking about working up an appetite, looking forward to a little afternoon delight. Sky rockets in sight, afternoon delight." Afternoon Delight? That was almost as bad as my Queen song.
A few moments later, mom was walking back into the room when I heard the all to familiar thump, thump, thumps; they were loud but they weren't coming from me. It was coming from the television; it was a Target commercial. Light bulbs went off in my head--so, that's where the song had come from. "Wow! What's that noise?" mom asked.
"It's a commercial," I yelled back.
"I know that. But, what's the song?"
"It's Another One Bites The Dust by the group Queen," I replied.
"Oh, I like it. It's got a good beat to it," she said. "Thump, thump, thump; another one bites the dust," she sang as she walked away.
I just shook my head. Good--now, maybe I'll stop singing it all the time.
Later, back at home, I was getting out of the shower, when out of nowhere I bellowed, "Sky rockets in flight; Afternoon delight."
Oh, crap! I've traded in the thumps for a little afternoon delight.
I wonder what's next?
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