Following is an excerpt from this week’s humor column on AL.com. The link at the bottom takes you to the full column. Spoiler-alert-to-end-all-spoiler-alerts: If you love the animated special “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” or Christmas in general, DO NOT read further. You will never look at Santa the same way again. So why am I… Continue reading If you look too closely at Rudolph special, it will ruin Christmas forever
Month: December 2017
Why women don’t report sexual harassment & how I was mansplained about it
Last Thursday night, I had a rare night out for dinner with girlfriends. Unsurprisingly, the first topic of discussion was Roy Moore. But this post isn’t about politics. This is about how we were raised as southern women – and how a man can discount us because he knows our experiences. After my high school… Continue reading Why women don’t report sexual harassment & how I was mansplained about it
Georgia’s Rock Eagle Effigy, a fascinating native relic
Sweetums and I visited the Rock Eagle Effigy in Putnam County, Georgia, with no idea what to expect. It's difficult to picture exactly what a "Rock Eagle Effigy" might look like. No one was around when we arrived and we were pleased to find a well-kept and protected site. The effigy itself, made of small… Continue reading Georgia’s Rock Eagle Effigy, a fascinating native relic
Our trip to the Monkey Massacre Memorial
Just when you think Sweetums and I have run out of weird things to discover on our travels, you get surprised with these photos of a Monkey Massacre Memorial. That’s not mistyped – there is such a thing and it is located just north of Atlanta. STORY CONTINUES BELOW PHOTO The “memorial” is a grouping… Continue reading Our trip to the Monkey Massacre Memorial
Don’t do this, y’all. Just don’t
It's Meme Friday on the blog. I'm addressing something of highest importance in today's world. I mean, it's right up there with Senate races and presidential tweets. DON'T misuse your apostrophes, y'all. Why? Because it sets off my inner grammar policewoman.
