Going Home – Part Five

Going Home – Part Five

At Dublin Airport, I realized that I would sleep with any of the men there, as long as they talked to me the entire time. Readers, that statement may shock you – especially the guys who are nice enough to read my scribbles on here, but you would feel the same...
Going Home – Part Four

Going Home – Part Four

I picked the Chicken Korma – and I have to say that it was probably the best curry I’ve had in years. But the most wonderful part of dinner was that I got to spend it with my beautiful Auntie Janet (who has no bobble heads like Auntie Doreen), my cousins...
Going Home – Part Three

Going Home – Part Three

What I didn’t mention in my previous post, was that the day I arrived in England, my cousin’s hot water heater went kaput. She was mortified. I was not at all concerned. What did I care about taking a shower/bath? I had a comfy bed, and chocolate in the fridge....
Return to the Old Towne

Return to the Old Towne

THE OLD CORONATION STONE – 1000 years old – ………Meanwhile…..back on the plane headed to the UK… Take it from me, when flying any long haul, the seats in business class are well worth the upgrade. Instead of sitting in a row of...
The Journey Begins…..

The Journey Begins…..

It has been a very long time since I have checked in with the blog. Most of you know it’s because I have been off gallivanting across Europe, ignoring all my responsibilities in the USA. Earlier this year, I made a decision and subsequently a plan to bugger off...

The Great American West….

This past week I was fitted with a new mouth guard at the dentist. Apparently the purpose of this is to protect my teeth, and the millions of dollars I have spent on them, because at night, while dreaming about Mark Wahlberg, I grind my teeth. I have to say that I do...