green .. green, grass of home or how about Ireland?
Ireland comes to mind as I cruise the roads back to my Canadian nest. Why is everything so impossibly green, the mountains, the trees, the
Laffing all the way.. from the bowels of hell to my homeland
Leaving my second home behind was not easy, is it because of all my new friends or my aversion to packing up yet again? I
procrastination .. the mother of ‘invention’ ?
Packing up to go somewhere is slightly more exciting than packing to go home. Sticking needles in my eyes comes to mind as an alternative..
Memorial Day tribute .. for my American friends
My winter home is in Yuma Az. and although a lot of my fellow Canadians visit or reside here, most of my friends are American. We
change .. coming to terms with dying on a motorcycle
How do you define happiness, and when do you know you’ve achieved success? How do you know when you are too old, and why does
Birthing of Nanas dirty little secret..
Once upon a time .. oh let’s say a couple of years ago, Nana made a rash decision. No.. she didn’t get a job as
New beginnings… poetry by CLMargerate
I awaken early to thoughts of you.. exploring the limits of our confined relationship a new
hand job .. or hand-over your job
Do you ever wonder how your life is going to turn out? Maybe you already know: You’re married and plan to live happily ever after.
here’s to my unorganized chaotic life.. I’ll drink to that!
“can I put that drink on my card.. I forgot to get money out of the bank, can I put the tip on there too?”
Positive .. positive.. positive.. no, I am not pregnant!
My life is pretty much an open book since I decided to start this blog. There really isn’t anything I won’t discuss.. well maybe not