Sometime back someone commented on the fact that I haven’t written a blog post for some time. This is true. However, I am not sure if ‘faceplant!’ should continue. It has been good – much fun has been had along with many thoughts. I had felt that I had a place to voice my deep … More ENOUGH!!
Apparently you’re never too old to learn. My dad taught me this – he continued studying well into his fifties. He never became a doctor or a scientist or an advocate or anything like that; instead he remained a blue collar worker who decided to at least keep up with changing times and maybe improve … More Small gesture, big lesson.
I absolutely LOVE honest people.They’re my favourite types really. Over my forty something years on earth, I’ve noticed that it’s the honest ones who are the most sensitive and supposedly perfect. Don’t believe me? That’s a challenge for you to test it out for yourself. I’ll share with you some of what I’ve experienced with … More Why Your Honesty Is A Load Of Trash…
This recipe has been around for a while and I always have a good laugh at restaurants who claim that they’ve invented it. You might see it on the menu as some sort of pasta dish with a vodka sauce. This is my version. I list ingredients in the order that they’re used. Also, unless … More Drunk Pasta
There seems to some confusion re my last post – “Are You Going To Put That In Your Mouth?”. No, even now; my dear Caveman; it’s nothing sexual. Sorry. The confusion seems to be over whether I’m pro or anti GMO’s s etc. Truth is that I’m about as confused as the rest of you … More Clarity
We seem to have this obsession with living to 100, looking like we’re 30, and acting like we’re 20. Everything that passes our lips and ends up in our digestive system has come under scrutiny – from the way it’s grown to the way it’s processed right up to how we eat it. And I’m … More Are You Going To Put That In Your Mouth?
On My Balcony The clouds are low today. I know if I go down, Down and still down, The earth will be warm And brown. Muddy from the Rainy days past. The clouds are silent, Gently swirling. Stirred by God. Quietly I stand in His cappuccino.