My mother read this a couple of months ago and loves it so much that she begged me to read it. I had long ago sworn I never would. But then she said she’d read a Harry Potter book if I’d read William P’aul’ Young’s Ode To Selfish Spirituality. Actually it was my fault. I [...]
Archive for December, 2009
My Diatribe About The Shack
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 31, 2009 | 8 Comments »
Hardcover Hooch
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 28, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I’ve never been a drinker. It’s not really a religious thing–although I did grow up in an abstemious household–I just don’t like the taste. So I’ve never quite understood why people will endure the awful taste and general malaise of post-drinking. And then last night as a clicked through the latest book by crazy Patsy [...]
What I Have Learned From Facebook
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Because of a combination of circumstances–illness-borne insomnia, inability to lie down, being bored with Sims2–I fell into Facebook gaming about six weeks ago. It’s been an interesting journey. I’ve discovered things about myself and other people and surprisingly enough I’m getting a lot more out of this experiment than I thought I would. For those [...]
She’s The Woman In The Short Red Skirt With The Curly Hair
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 17, 2009 | 7 Comments »
In a post a few down from this one, a poor unhinged man is hiding behind an alias and hurling invective at me and some others because we criticized something he wrote for The Huffington Post. His biggest card to play–this man in his fifties–is to call me “fat”. The thing he may not realise [...]
Living In A Foreign Country
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 16, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I was going through old magazines and got distracted by a story in an issue of Good Housekeeping from several months ago. The more I read, the more amazed I got. The author, Kym Croft Miller (whose first and middle names are together so similar to my nom de guerre as to make my head [...]
Free Magazines
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Okay. Someone explain something to me here. When did “Magazine” stop meaning “bunches of glossy pages stapled together mixing light reading and colourful advertising” and start meaning “Junk E-mail”? Because I’ve signed up for some Free Magazines for arthritis sufferers. And I was expecting to get, you know, actual magazines. Instead I get these emails [...]
The Most Overused Emotion In This Decade
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 14, 2009 | 7 Comments »
Last week a story broke in this town about a controversial local figure. He stands accused in the media of doing something violent and hypocritical. Whether those accusations are true, false or somewhere in between is not something I’d be prepared to answer–even if I could. I have my thoughts on the matter but they [...]
Julie & Julia & Mycropht
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 12, 2009 | 1 Comment »
When I first heard about the movie version of Julie & Julia my reaction was one of dread. I’m a blogger. Julie Powell is also a blogger, but one who was able to parlay her blog into a best-seller and a movie starring Meryl Streep. She managed to do what so many bloggers secretly yearned [...]
Dear Woman In Olive Garden
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I know you think your little girl is adorable. I also know that Chap Stik is relatively inexpensive. But when you watch your two-year-old smear great big globs of Chap Stik on the bench where other people are going to sit, the least you could do is clean it up. Especially when the pushy woman [...]
{EDITED TITLE} Some Of My Best Friends Are Books
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on December 10, 2009 | 30 Comments »
I honestly don’t know if I know how to write this post. I’ve already started it three times in my head and once on the blog, a whole sentence typed and ready to go about how sick I am. But most people already know that. A few minutes ago I decided to check my email. [...]



