Finding time for everything in daily life can be a challenge. The holidays add an extra burden to the growing list of things to do. This year marks the shortest amount of time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Think you can do it all? You can’t. There’s no time to dink around people! You’re basically screwed unless you follow my tips:
No time to buy a host or hostess gift?
Recycle! Fill all those holiday mugs you’ve received over the years with your leftover Halloween candy. Everyone loves Snickers bars.
Don’t judge me. The candy canes are from last year. I ate all the Snickers bars.
No time to write for your blog?
Post office party photos. Make up funny captions like, “Bob always peeks into the secret Santa gifts and slips his name on the best one.” Then cross-post it on Facebook. Watch your Klout score soar! Don’t forget to tag your boss, Bob. Continue reading
Filed under Humor, satire
I was taught that the Pilgrims were the first American colonists who arrived at Plymouth Rock in 1620. Pfft! The first colonists arrived in America waaaay before that. Be prepared. This is not the warm and fuzzy story we learned in school.
In 1587, John White set sail to Roanoke Island, North Carolina and became the governor of the first colony. After struggling for several months, he left his wife, daughter and infant granddaughter and sailed back to England for supplies. A major war broke out between Spain and England and he couldn’t wrangle a ship. He waited three long years. When he returned to his family and the 112 other colonists, they had disappeared without a trace. His crew could not find any sign that they had ever existed. They did find a wooden post carved with the name “Croatoan.” Continue reading
It’s hunting season. Not just hunting for great deals before Christmas, hunting big game, ducks, and turkeys among other critters. This funny commercial got my attention. It’s part of the “Hug a Hunter” campaign in Colorado. It got me thinking that it may not be a very good idea. It could even prove dangerous.
I just had lunch with my son Kelly and told him about my Do You Love Boobies? post. I explained how men had motorboated (put their face on a woman’s cleavage while making a motorboating sound), on consenting adult women’s chests. The “bros” gave a $20.oo donation to breast cancer for each excursion. My reaction was a surprise to some.
He laughed and said there’s a new trend out there for Movember. It’s a reaction to the motorboating video. French women from a hand sanitizer company cupped balls to bring awareness to prostate cancer. The women gave a 10 euro donation for each touch and raised $700.
They look pretty aware. Don’t you think?
Related article – Elitedaily.com
I love the spooky month of October. Shadows creep across the path as days grow short. The groan of wind through desiccating leaves sends a death rattle from above. It swoops down and slides its skeletal fingers along my backbone. I pull my sweater tight.
By signing up for a Haunted Tour of Breckenridge, I experienced all of this and more… Continue reading
While walking along La Rambla, my husband Danny and I continued our first day’s adventure in Barcelona. We peeked down the narrow walkways and alleys.
Our daughter Courtney had warned us about pickpockets earlier that night at dinner. I held my bag close to my body. My husband Danny kept our euros in a money belt. I never feared for my safety anywhere in Barcelona, but pickpocketing was rampant. Courtney told us not to help anyone from the ground since they create scenes to distract you while fishing for valuables in your bag. Many locals wore backpacks in front of them. One of her friends found a little girl’s hand in his front pocket. He swatted her away. Her father just demurely said, “Sorry.” Other times they would approach with clipboards asking random questions. As the unsuspecting target signed their name, they would rifle through their bag underneath. If a victim sat at a table with their small purse atop, they would set the board on the bag and snatch both before they knew they’d been hit. She said to hold our bags when in the subway since they use the crowds to hide their prowling. Continue reading
After arriving in Barcelona, Spain it sprinkled, creating a wonderful photo opportunity.
My husband Danny and I took the subway to our daughter Courtney’s dorm in the Gracia District. Continue reading
Rockin’ out Parisian Style!
It’s time once again to Use Me and Abuse Me, so lets get this party started! Yeah baby! The idea is to come and mingle with the guests, introduce yourself and pick up some new followers.
The trick with building a community is finding the people behind the gravatars. They’re there. I know. I’ve met several in person! When building any relationship, communication is key to success. In blogging, we communicate through our posts and comments. I have made a lot of real friendships here on the Wild Ride and so can you!
So come by with ONE link to a blog post and paste it in the comment section. Two will put you in my spam filter and I hate when I have to stop dancing to fish guests out of my filter. It’s so embarrassing… Continue reading
When we receive an email alerting us that someone has subscribed to our blog, it’s exciting. Later when publishing a post, we hope to see the see those new friendly little gravatars pop up in “likes” or “comments.” Most are never seen again. They disappear like Oreos at a Bronco training table.
No one wants to feel like the guy with the microphone speaking to an empty room.
“Hello?” *tap*tap*tap* “Hello?”
I’ve discovered a secret.
You need to meet people. REAL people. Introduce yourself and check each other out. Chat a while. Go to each other’s place and chill. Or better yet, DANCE!
“Where can I do that?” you ask, “I live on an island off the coast of Newfoundland. I haven’t seen anyone for days.”
At another Use Me and Abuse Me Day this Thursday, August 22nd! It’s where all my friends come to meet up, hook up and if it works out, subscribe.
Yeah baby. Rest up. It’s going to be another rager!
Are you ready to party?
Photo taken by Susie Lindau in front of the Hotel de Ville in Paris, France with a Sony Nex 3N