Terry Becker waxes (not exactly poetically) about a scary womany subject. While both his wife and his ex-wife are in the room. Yeah.
Ky and I spent the day, hatless, like idiots, on the beach at Pointe des Chenes on Lake Superior. It was a good day. Sun-Fried Brains, and all… Not-So-Random Song-for-the-Day: Good Vibrations – The Beach Boys
Another gift from my songbird…. Hush – © Kyla Becker, 2010 Click it! Click it!
See my kid? That’s my kid up there. She’s a songwriter. Check out one of her latest below. Our Day Will Come – © Kyla Becker, 2010 Click it! Click it!
I always thought she could sing. This one, though…. It’s the latest new tune in development by Kyla Becker and her father, known here as The Sire of Turkey. It was recorded on-the-fly in the kitchen of a near-abandoned house (not mine)… please note the cat interruption (also not mine), followed by the dog interruption. […]
Saturday. In the basement. In the dark. Oh, hell, NO. We had to get out, and we did. It took a while, though… Random Song-for-the-Day: “Hot N Cold” – Katy Perry
Now, the bill is causing an ulcer.Taken February 17, 2008 with Canon PowerShot A550 As a former “Smother Mother”, placing a cell phone in my daughter’s hands relieved some of the “she will surely be kidnapped/assaulted/raped/arrested or otherwise end up in a body-bag if I let her out of my sight” symptoms. Surprisingly quickly, actually. […]
I refuse to juggle anymore. It’s been one thing after another again lately. I dealt with the crowds of people all last week. I kind of thought I had it together there. I thought wrong. The shit continues to hit the fan. Most of the time it’s either not my shit, or not my fan. […]
My Un-Brother, Ken and his new wife Sylvia made the trip to visit us from Fort MacMurray to show off their new wheels – bought by the insurance company that covered the damage done from the freak hailstorm that hit ten minutes after they said “I Do.” Now, if that ain’t God talkin’, I don’t […]
I spent money I don’t have on something I don’t need. That doesn’t make having it now any less necessary, mind you. Now that I’ve got the damned thing, it’s as necessary as the Internet. Or air. I went out to the dreaded mall. I went out with the best of intentions – to get […]