Category Archives: Animals



I would gobble it up.

Happy 🍗 Day!

You aren’t clutzy…

Poor Jimmy Fallon.

He fell yet again in Massachusetts, hurting his right hand. This is the same year he hurt his left hand so badly, he spent a week in ICU, and chipped a tooth trying to open a tube of lotion for said hand.

What a clutz…or maybe not?

You may recall I got bit by a stingray on my family’s beach vacation in Florida.  There were 10 of us; I got the chomp.


Now it appears a spider bit my right arm sometime over the past two days,  and I have a swollen lump of itchiness near my elbow.

We, Jimmy, are the chosen.

I will let you know if I figure out how to get off the list.

When is a duck not a duck?


When it’s a Lego duck that we made during a work event.

It’s customer engagement through play.


Food pusher

I was raised in the South by amazing home cooks.

The food may not have been the best for us, but it tasted better than anything I’ve found in my travels.

We used to call my mother and her sisters “food pushers” because they were always encouraging us to eat more.

Another taste. Another serving.  Heck, in some cases, another meal.

I had a flashback to those food pushers this morning when I was sitting on the floor, trying to get my dog Rory to eat.


When he rejected his wet food, I added chicken. When he tired of the chicken, I gave him treats. When he finished the treats, I handed him the wet food again.

Anything to get him to eat a decent-sized meal.

Old dogs are the best, but they’re not the best eaters. — Mama Dog food pusher

Road kill

My boyfriend shared this pic of a billboard he spied during a recent road trip in Florida:

meat killsYowsers.

It’s simple, to the point and, I would argue, has a lot of bang for the buck since the text has a dual meaning.

Meat is the result of the death of an animal, and eating meat  could lead to your poor health and eventual death.

Does either meaning speak to you?

Now, that’s an outdoor movie

The Oceanic Preservation Society projected images of endangered species on the south side of the Empire State Building last night to raise awareness of their plight.

For those of you who couldn’t be there, here is a peek:

To learn more about what is being done to save these creatures, and what you can do, visit


Not so quiet

My bucolic beach vacation received a jolt yesterday when I got up close and personal with a stingray.


I was walking in kneedeep water, so I  didn’t see my attacker coming. But once I felt the stab, I did get a hand on him to pull him away.

It bled a bit, but hurt a lot. For three or four hours, it was pretty darn intense. Then it calmed down.

And so did I.

For future reference, should you be so unlucky, don’t pee on the wound. And don’t rush to the doctor  (although painkillers will be tempting).

Just make sure no barb remains, soak it in hot water, apply antibiotic ointment and leave it uncovered to heal. Elevating it seems to help, too.

And be grateful for friends and family who quickly gather round to help.