I am drool resistant, attract dirt, love to wallow, don’t mind eating things off of the ground and sometimes need changing.
I fit right in with kids.
So… I guess I want grandkids more than Veronica does… CONTINUE READING >>
I am drool resistant, attract dirt, love to wallow, don’t mind eating things off of the ground and sometimes need changing.
I fit right in with kids.
So… I guess I want grandkids more than Veronica does… CONTINUE READING >>

Here’s the thing. My best features come from my Romanian roots. I’ve always enjoyed having dark hair and blue eyes. I am psyched that my “gray” hair is silver, some people pay big bucks for that. Dracula was Romanian, and by most accounts was a particularly handsome man-thing.
That being said, we Romanians are a very hairy people. My beloved Grandpa not only had follicles growing out of his ears, but in his later years his lobes looked like small woodland creatures. My stunningly gorgeous mother had quite the collection of… CONTINUE READING >>

Here’s the thing. My best features come from my Romanian roots. I’ve always enjoyed having dark hair and blue eyes. I am psyched that my “gray” hair is silver, some people pay big bucks for that. Dracula was Romanian, and by most accounts was a particularly handsome man-thing.
That being said, we Romanians are a very hairy people. My beloved Grandpa not only had follicles growing out of his ears, but in his later years his lobes looked like small woodland creatures. My stunningly gorgeous mother had quite the collection of… CONTINUE READING >>
Where did you live when you were first starting out? I’ll bet it wasn’t quite the Taj Mahal.
Our first place was a one bedroom, former screened-in porch that had all the weather proofing of the average wiffle ball. It was a veritable private zoo of insect vermin — and we were glad to have it. We were proud and happy to be on our own.
Who are we to deny our offspring those same pleasures?… CONTINUE READING >>
Where did you live when you were first starting out? I’ll bet it wasn’t quite the Taj Mahal.
Our first place was a one bedroom, former screened-in porch that had all the weather proofing of the average wiffle ball. It was a veritable private zoo of insect vermin — and we were glad to have it. We were proud and happy to be on our own.
Who are we to deny our offspring those same pleasures?… CONTINUE READING >>
Jackpot! A flush with greatness!
Shiny and adorned in black and green art deco (including the toilets and urinals) this luxurious loo boasts a shoeshine station and a vintage phone that calls up the front desk – just in case… CONTINUE READING >>
Jackpot! A flush with greatness!
Shiny and adorned in black and green art deco (including the toilets and urinals) this luxurious loo boasts a shoeshine station and a vintage phone that calls up the front desk – just in case… CONTINUE READING >>
One day while we were walking to the grocery store, Veronica looked down on the side of the road and, lo and behold, a five was laying there. A few more steps and there was a twenty! Here’s the deal, once you spot money laying around, you automatically look for more… CONTINUE READING >>
One day while we were walking to the grocery store, Veronica looked down on the side of the road and, lo and behold, a five was laying there. A few more steps and there was a twenty! Here’s the deal, once you spot money laying around, you automatically look for more… CONTINUE READING >>
I have a confession to make.
About thirty years ago I was in London for several days and didn’t take the short trip outside of town to see Stonehenge.
That’s why I was so thrilled to discover an exact replica made of Styrofoam in Virginia – how could we not veer off the side of the road?.. CONTINUE READING >>
I have a confession to make.
About thirty years ago I was in London for several days and didn’t take the short trip outside of town to see Stonehenge.
That’s why I was so thrilled to discover an exact replica made of Styrofoam in Virginia – how could we not veer off the side of the road?.. CONTINUE READING >>

I love cemeteries. I know that sounds strange, but I do. Cemeteries spark my imagination — the lives lived, the history interred.
That said, it is not often that we seek out a graveyard. Usually we stumble upon them hidden away.
Not the case with La Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aires, it should be considered a must-see by any visitor to the… CONTINUE READING >>

I love cemeteries. I know that sounds strange, but I do. Cemeteries spark my imagination — the lives lived, the history interred.
That said, it is not often that we seek out a graveyard. Usually we stumble upon them hidden away.
Not the case with La Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aires, it should be considered a must-see by any visitor to the… CONTINUE READING >>