MC in today’s Sarasota H-T ~ Happy Valentine’s Day!
Keep it sincerely simple — MC in today’s op/ed section of Sarasota Herald Tribune
Protest, baby, protest!
Today, at Siesta Key Public Beach, 1 p.m, there will be a protest led by the Sierra Club Manatee-Sarasota expressing opposition to offshore oil drilling.
The protest is called “Hands Across the Sand” — kind of like the idea of drawing a clear line in the sand against offshore oil drilling.
If you care about the beaches, about the water, the environment, and about all the creatures and humans and plant life (not to mention tourism and economies) that would be affected by the construction of drilling rigs and any oil spills — you might want to show up.
Quit ya whinin’!
Sheesh. Last night after I posted my “woe is me, I don’t got no fun” blog, I realized what a whiner I’ve turned into about this whole “365 days of fun” thing I got myself into for my New Year’s Resolution.
So, I’m going to quit whining about how I’ve frickin’ lost my mojo, or juju, or ya-ya, or whatever the hell it is and JUST DO IT. (more…)
Missing mojo alert
A few weeks back, I stopped by Skippers Smokehouse up in Tampa to check out Rosie Ledet and the Zydeco Playboys. It was on the way back from my best friend’s wedding celebration. My fun factor was zapped and I was such a weanie I didn’t even dance.
Didn’t. Even. Dance.
WTF?
I’m wondering how, if Rosie Ledet’s good-ole girl groove couldn’t get me on the dance floor … what precisely is it going to take to jump start my juju? (more…)
Letter-writing makes for good, old-fashioned fun
I’m a sucker for the handwritten letter. For me, there’s nearly nothing better than walking to the mailbox in front of my house, pulling open the little metal door, and finding an envelope with my name scrawled across it. (more…)
Saints Sing that Superbowl
Okay, so the moment when Porter intercepted that ball — that was sheer gorgeousness. I got confused thinking that the person throwing the ball was on the Saints team (I always get confused. I’ve had many conversations with sports fans saying that I think pitchers should throw to their own batters; it’s hard to keep track). Okay, maybe harder with three drinks under my belt (and no, I’m NOT apologizing for the two sheets to the wind post).
Anyway, Porter’s run was so UNbelievably sexy when, right after he intercepted — he’s running down the field, and so subtly you could have almost missed it, he signals a teammate, I think, with just a pointed finger. Like he was telling him where he was going — but it was so fluid, so lovely, so sure and confident.
I just thought it was beauty in motion.
And the touchdown wasn’t half bad either.
Was that NOT the most beautiful thing!?
The pass. the interception. the touchdown. holy cow. i think i’m in love.
Super Bowl Party for one … make that four!
So, I’m here at home … making some flatbread pizza with shitake ‘shrooms and goat cheese. For the cats — Einstein, Boomer, and Coco — some chicken I bought at Morton’s.
Just watched NY-born Queen Latifa belt it out. Followed by some white chick from somewhere out west. What? They couldn’t get some N’Awlins singer?
And … YES! The Saints have snagged the coin toss.
I think this qualifies as fun!