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Peter the Pumpkin Eater
Peter the Pumpkin EaterHere we are in the calendar year, in the calorie-laden territory of pumpkin; my husband craves its pie.
He is Larry the Pumpkin Pie Eater. With a belly to match his taste buds, though it doesn’t get in the way of hugs, so we nevermind.
For a man who expounds on his hatred of dessert, that Larry adds poundage this way is as nonsensical as a nursery rhyme.
Scarf It Up!
I once had a near-Nordstrom experience with Jessica Simpson, the smartest ‘dumb blonde’ of our generation. I walked by the South Coast Plaza store just as she dashed to her limousine and sped off. Cosmic timing a little off, I felt certain that she’s the one who missed out. I didn’t crave her proximity.
Inside Nordy’s space, I queried a sales clerk, learning that Jessica’d launched her fragrance line with papparazi cameras competing with the store’s lighting for her attention.
Oh well. As usual in life, ‘too little to late’.
Word of the Day: Zeugma
You know that I am a lover of words, alliteration, onomonopea, all syllables and sounds that glide off the tongue tip as smoothly as gin glides on.
Here’s a good one, a ‘doozie’ to behold: Zeugma.
PRONUNCIATION:
(ZOOG-muh)
Sounds like the car horn of yesteryear, doesn’t it! On a car that, perhaps, delivered ‘bathtub gin’… Let it zoom into your ears.
MEANING:
noun: The use of a word to refer to two or more words, especially in different senses.
Examples: “He caught a fish and a cold” or “She lost her ring and her temper.”
All’s Hammers
Alzheimer’s Disease has been a focus of the books I’ve read of late: Still Alice
and We are Not Ourselves, a novel written by a UCI MFA that seemed like a son’s family tale, not fiction, unveiled in excruciating detail.
I didn’t select the books for this purpose, didn’t know the story content before I began.
Omgod-incidence! I wonder if He is trying to alert me to my end-of-life theme. To learn about and mediate life crises and issues is a compelling force of reading, as you know, to mitigate unholy crap!
Living Life as a Miracle with 3 other Ms
M&Ms – one of my favorite candies, more endlessly edible than chips, which are my husband’s favored treat. M&Ms are equally devilish for both of us because their exterior crunches between the teeth (like potato chips), releasing the chocolate that I adore and he abides. Each nipped a few bites from the trick-or-treaters bowl.
Let’s expand the topic, as M&Ms expand my gut; let’s muse on, while sugar crackles in my brain. It’s silly mnemomic time.
Nibbles and Hits
"Nibbles and Hits", a take on a popular television ad, is the topic of the day, as I consider the increasing frequency of marijuana-laced news. When the Laguna Woods Cannabis Collective scored a three page article with bodacious color pics in the Daily Pilot two weeks...
Living Life as a Miracle: Halloween
The Grim Reaper was grim: he'd forgotten his scythe and here we were - all the way across town, past 20-30 stoplights, most of which had glowered red, holding us hostage for 1 1/2 minutes each. His grandly planned party entrance was despoiled. Such is traffic in...
Lands’ End
It's the season: catalogue season. You can tell that the economy is back: back in the saddle, back in the box...back in the use-your-charge-card mode. Nearly 100 catalogues have clogged our mailbox in the past month - yes, I counted. I'm a little compulsive like that....
Prescient lack of character
Did you hear that I published a book? Seriously, everyone who knows me knew I would – I have a ‘completion thing’.
The term stems from one of the few movie dialogue lines I can recite -“I don’t have a completion thing” – it’s brevity a key to its clarity. It stood out in the angst-laden ramble of one of the characters in 
The movie was an 1983 hit, the ‘Thirty-Something” movie of its time. Filled with ‘glory days’ nostalgia, sorrow, and friends’ support, it demarked the decade when everything was big: hair, shoulder pads, Wall Street, and bravado.
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