by Chrysa Smith My wallet just died. It was one of those knock-off Louis Vuitton jobs---the white leather with the crazy, colored logos. I never really picked it out. It was a little flashy for my style, but it was a thoughtful gift from my husband's friend who travels to the Far East way too often to not bring back some treasures --right out the back door of the factory. It was one [...]
by Chrysa Smith Well, there they are. Yep, I just ordered them from, um, Forever 21. Am I trying to be, um, 21? I hope not. But I am trying an experiment. I'm shaking it up. Sure, I love some of the classics. Nice black pants and skirt--the quintessential little black dress. But I also like to have fun with fashion, and for too long--too 25+ pounds too long, I haven't had much. So [...]
by Chrysa Smith 'It's the best show on tv,' said my 22 year old son, 'You need to watch it.' He was talking about the AMC series Breaking Bad. It's been a success for the past four seasons and folks from Meredith Viera to the mainstream media to the Gen X crowd are talking about it. It's not only addictive in and of itself, but it's also the last season. The show is [...]
by Chrysa Smith I have two poodles. Every time I go out, I wonder what happens at home. I'm not curious enough to install a camera, so I imagine their communication goes something like this: Where is she going again? She mumbled something about getting dog food. What's that? Beats me. I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm tired. Me too. That couch looks good. Where is she? How long has she been [...]
by Chrysa Smith Let me begin by saying that I'm one of the few who never saw the first 'Despicable' movie. It's not that I opposed it in any way, it just seems to be that many animated movies don't cut it for me after seeing the Shrek and Madagascar films. With a quirky sense of humor, I just love when a kids movie hits on two levels: one that's funny for kids, [...]
by Chrysa Smith Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. The large lady sat, hung over the refrigerated meat section at the local Giant Food Supermarket. Bopping and swaying, she belted out the chorus of the Peter, Paul and Mary song lyrics above. Of course, there was a small audience, and for good reason. It's not everyday one is [...]
by Chrysa Smith HeeHeeHee, my little pretty Those words scared the bejesus out of me as a young girl. Before cd's and tevo, I'd wait each fall to watch Glinda and her evil counterpart, aka The Wicked Witch of the West, the flying monkeys, the munchkins and the Great Oz (although he was a cornball---like a tv game show host, don't you think?). It was a tradition however, and somehow, even though it's [...]
