Best blogger and braggin’ ’bout it!

What a great way to start a long weekend. Sarasota Magazine editor Pam Daniel let me know the wall plaque recognizing me as “Best Blogger 2010” — according to the magazine’s Readers Poll earlier this year — was ready and waiting for me to pick it up at her office. So I swung by, said […]

Beethoven rocks my world

I wish Beethoven could be my lover. I’m sure he smelled bad, had yellow teeth, and was probably a difficult man, but still … he gets me. Or at least his music does … and it’s certainly spent enough time playing in my bedroom. While I’ve written in the past about being in bed with […]

Smooth moves at the Sarasota County Fair

Hey, has anyone seen the Bird/Magic documentary on HBO? It’s so interesting. I’m only thinking about that because I’m thinking about dunking … and I thought, up until last Friday, that dunking only occurred in basketball. Little did I know there’s dunking in baseball too. But I digress a bit. Here’s the story …

February Fun!

I did manage to have some fun in February … to wit: I spent one afternoon at my Mom’s house — clearing an area of weeds and vines, laying down a supposedly-weed/grass-stopping fabric, and then topping it with pretty stones (gravel) I’d bought for her as one of her Christmas presents. It wasn’t really hard […]

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 […]

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, […]

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.