Hey Y'all,
Look what Chicken got me for my birthday! My own damn page. No more talkin' through the Chicken, uh uh, from now on we'll be talking direct. It's gonna be fun. Maybe I'll even tell you some old stories what my Granny Lafleur told me back when she was livin'.
Hallelujah it feels good to have a voice a my own.
If you don't know ol' Pearl, it must be because you missed Chicken's post:
Pearl is introduced
And the follow up:
In which Chicken starts talking to herself
On my page I'll be giving you some useful insight what you might use in your job or personal life, posting some "Pearls of Wisdom", and who knows what else Pearl might do.
You can write me, too. Might have to do it through Chicken's page; I'm not sure 'til I get me a young stud-muffin intern to tell me what's what with all this computery stuff, but you have a line to Pearl, Hon, so let me know what's on your mind and how I can help. Pearl's here for you, Baby. Talk to me.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Great Equalizer
Hi World.
I was in the grocery store tonight and the Enquirer caught my eye. On its cover were several unflattering photographs of female "superstars" in their bathing suits with the caption, "Worst Bodies".
Nice.
At first I thought, "that's pretty awful, taking a picture of someone in their bathing suit without their permission and publishing it for all the world to see."
Isn't it?
And I thought maybe the Enquirer is doing us normal women a great service in featuring the true "normal". Maybe the Enquirer is the great Equalizer.
Except for the fact that I have yet to see a version of the worst male bodies. I guess everyone just accepts that men's bodies change as they get older. Unlike their minds.
Okay, I know that was snarky. Sorry, men. Just kidding. And a little bitter.
I was in the grocery store tonight and the Enquirer caught my eye. On its cover were several unflattering photographs of female "superstars" in their bathing suits with the caption, "Worst Bodies".
Nice.
At first I thought, "that's pretty awful, taking a picture of someone in their bathing suit without their permission and publishing it for all the world to see."
Isn't it?
But then I thought about all the magazines that feature some of the same celebrities, not to mention numerous beautiful models, all airbrushed and looking like the unattainable version (for many of us anyway) of what is marketed as "normal".
And I thought maybe the Enquirer is doing us normal women a great service in featuring the true "normal". Maybe the Enquirer is the great Equalizer.
Except for the fact that I have yet to see a version of the worst male bodies. I guess everyone just accepts that men's bodies change as they get older. Unlike their minds.
Okay, I know that was snarky. Sorry, men. Just kidding. And a little bitter.
Bitter enough to drive the point home.
Ah youth, pass the bottle (Hemingway?)
Goodnight youngsters,
Chicken
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Chicken Comments on the Closing Ceremonies of the 2010 Winter Olympics
Hi World:
Did anyone else forget their pre-Olympics closing ceremonies LSD hit tonight?
Because. Wow!
Dancing Mounties, a live hockey puck, Canadian hockey players, Michael Buble, ladies in maple leafs.....and that even all kinda makes sense. Except in the Chicken household there is a question as to whether the Mounties were actually Mounties or paid Mountie impersonators. B says that no way were they real mounties because real mounties would not be caught dead dancing around on ice. Because mounties are real men. Chicken thinks they were bad enough dancers that they probably had day jobs. Possibly as mounties.
But then add in people in canoes, huge helium beavers, and huge other helium animal-type characters with wings and fish lips. What were those?
On the positive side. Neil Young was a classy, nostalgic start to the show. The song title strikes a chord much as an Irish blessing might. "Long may you run, Long may you run, Although these changes have come, with your chrome heart shining in the sun, long may you run...."
It was very nice even if the song is about a car.
And Michael J. Fox. Who doesn't love him? Long may he run.
If anyone knows what the flyingfish lip balloons were supposed to be please fill me in.
Good night,
Chicken
Did anyone else forget their pre-Olympics closing ceremonies LSD hit tonight?
Because. Wow!
Dancing Mounties, a live hockey puck, Canadian hockey players, Michael Buble, ladies in maple leafs.....and that even all kinda makes sense. Except in the Chicken household there is a question as to whether the Mounties were actually Mounties or paid Mountie impersonators. B says that no way were they real mounties because real mounties would not be caught dead dancing around on ice. Because mounties are real men. Chicken thinks they were bad enough dancers that they probably had day jobs. Possibly as mounties.
But then add in people in canoes, huge helium beavers, and huge other helium animal-type characters with wings and fish lips. What were those?
On the positive side. Neil Young was a classy, nostalgic start to the show. The song title strikes a chord much as an Irish blessing might. "Long may you run, Long may you run, Although these changes have come, with your chrome heart shining in the sun, long may you run...."
It was very nice even if the song is about a car.
And Michael J. Fox. Who doesn't love him? Long may he run.
If anyone knows what the flyingfish lip balloons were supposed to be please fill me in.
Good night,
Chicken
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