What do you see?

My meal on the airplane back from Dubai was so questionable, that I had to take a picture of it. Do you see the green beans with what appears to be “sweet potato baby food” sauce? I almost threw up. The smell. Sometimes I have nightmares about the smell. And can anyone identify what’s actually on the plate beside the olive and lemon wedge? Notice how I only ate the

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A recent conversation with my boss: Volume 2

Thursday morning… Boss: “What are you doing this weekend?” Lincee: “Catching up on TiVo’d shows.” Boss: “I need you to go to Dubai.” Lincee: Blank stare, mouth hanging open, secretly wondering where Dubai is located. Boss: “Great. We’ll talk about details later. It’s in the Middle East by the way.” Lincee: “Good to know.” Boss: Shakes his head and laughs to himself wondering how a girl from the sticks is

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I’m so out of shape. Jane Fonda told me so last night.

Well…maybe it wasn’t really Jane Fonda, but she was a perky young thing named Stacy in a black sports bra. And maybe SHE didn’t really tell me I was out of shape as much as the huffing and puffing, weak arms, knee pains and the stitch I felt in my side about 20 minutes into Jazzercise. Oh yes. I said Jazzercise. LET THE BLOGGING BEGIN! I’m looking at it right

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Wine and blue…arrows so true

That’s what Pi Phi will mean to you! Ironically, we didn’t have wine to celebrate the inaugural meeting of our new found club. We had margaritas. And they were good. I actually had a daiquiri because I prefer rum to tequila. Sadly, I thought the sweet waiter at Cafe Adobe had given me a virgin drink because it tasted like strawberry snow cone solution. But with a few swirls of

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