The Saga of Lola Boolingerie

Now that Lola has done the obligatory "I haven't written in ages... please forgive me," the raging public that is living for ...

Ahh, Lola has been BEYOND remiss in actually blogging. She has thought about it many times, but, sadly, ennui has won out on each and every...

After arriving at Lake Winnipesaukee in the wee hours of Sunday morning, Brian slept a few hours then went fishing. He did very well and cau...

Ah yes, as per usual, Lola has wantonly forgotten her blog for an entire year. But seeing as to how she has no dedicated readers, this real...

In the Stygian darkness of last night, incongruously coupled with a full moon, I had a horrible dream that B had died. The particulars of th...

It would appear that Lola is a somewhat maudlin character from time to time. Since her last wayward musings, she has snapped out of her funk...

Youth is a fickle thing. When we are young, the only thing we want is to be older, and in some cases, "respected." As we age, we r...

J ust when you prepare yourself for one thing, something will completely sideswipe you and knock you off your course. I have yet to decide i...

I sit here, on the eve of a potential hurricane, realizing that in a few short days work must yet again commence. Part of me (the OCD part) ...

Interesting Bits: There is a faultline that runs through Scotland. In fact, where Edinburgh currently sits there were 5 ancient volcanoes, l...