Women Who Live on Rocks Blog

Really??? I fail to be impressed by her condescending remarks regarding her housekeeper. Good Grief.

Thanks so much for sharing! So funny and so true! 😀

Glad you liked it OT. Some of their observations had me in stitches. 🙂

Let me correct. The "sounds" and "horses" essays are cute. I thought the "housekeeper" and "dirrecting traffic" are bit too US v THEM for my taste. Seems as if the author looks down upon west indians as a class.

iguanabanana: a diversity of authors but all so talented and I'm still laughing. Thought one of them sounded a little familiar, checked out "the women" and it was who I thought it was - small world! Hope the blog continues to grow as it's such an entertaining read. 😀

OT - Based on the your writing, I think you would be an amazing addition to their group. Just a thought.

If you are interested, their facebook page has even more gems, such as this nice capture (note the seemingly incongruent mudflaps) and lets you know when a new essay is posted. 😀

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Well, My funny bone has been tickled so much that I just herniated another disk.
Finally, gratitude is in order for sciatica!
Thanks for sharing some priceless, shade-loving, wry wit and wisdom 😉

i read one of them and it was wonderful. i read the housekeeper one. i will read more another day.

I read them all! Funny stuff!

@Bratt:
Does the tale about getting a vehicle registered seem accurate? That sounds like a nightmare (yet, not unlike accomplishing similar tasks Wash DC)!

I believe I've read on this board that there are individuals offering cottage industry "services" to navigate at least part of this process on ones behalf. If true, such help could add a few years to one's life!

I believe I've read on this board that there are individuals offering cottage industry "services" to navigate at least part of this process on ones behalf. If true, such help could add a few years to one's life!

It's been decades since I last registered a car myself and using one of the available services to do the job was well worth the additional expense when I was working full time and just couldn't deal with the toss-up of it being a very long or a very short process. The service I use (on STT) is duly licensed and they provide an excellent service at a reasonable price. I likewise used a facilitator when it came time to annually renew my business license and that too was well worth the reasonable price.

There are pros and cons to this whole concept (sorry for veering a little off topic!) of such as hiring someone to take care of this bureaucratic BS but which also ties in with doing all your banking business online, purchasing online and basically either hiring someone to take care of basic business for you or doing a whole lot of other things yourself but remotely via the internet. The pros are the ease, the cons are a whole disassociation with the human element. Once you get past the glorious vistas and the (usually) gorgeous weather, what's to feed your soul and your curiosity if it's not people and their perceptions?

The stories on this site which iguanabanana linked are the sort of stories which were regularly posted on this very forum several years ago before twitters and tweets, facebook and iPhones had everyone's head stuck looking at an online screen rather than those heads around them; when indulging in gossip was something you did with your friends and didn't broadcast to the general public. I should note that I believe I was the first to coin a phrase which has popped up now and again about island living, viz, "If you fart on the South side, they quickly smell it on the North side".

Standing in line at the bank and the PO has become quite the adventure these days with so many people sporting wired gizmos in their ears. I've heard more gossip about named politicos' and tradespeople's romantic shenanigans than I could ever have imagined and just based on the responses and yatterings of the one person standing in the same line. I look like I'm reading the newspaper? Heck, my old eyesight can't read the small print under the dim fluorescence (the bank is saving money?) but I don't want to appear as though I really am taking mental notes about who's doin' who and wha' she say to he and wha' he do ta she when she aks he wha de fo** he up ta? This way surpasses any national soap opera.

Have a good weekend, everyone and I really do recommend that you read these stories and enjoy not only a good chuckle but a good taste of what living "on a rock" (wherever the rock) is all about.

White People Can't Reverse and Other Observations on Caucasians in the Caribbean

Excerpt:

"And even though he actually likes dogs, Magnum cannot understand why I (along with mostly other white people) allow mine to sleep in bed with me. This is something I grew up doing. In fact, the habit runs through my entire white family. And we certainly aren’t the strange ones. Most Midwesterners I know, with the exception of farmers, let their dogs on the bed. And everyone seems happier for it.

'Dat dog go outside and roll in dead ting. He step in he own piss and you let him get in your sheets that be touching you body all night? Girl, you crazy? Wha wrong wit you?'

I totally get his very valid point. But that doesn’t change the fact that I feel more cozy when Hershey sleeps with me. "

These ladies crack me up.

And remember the extras they have on Face Book, like this great capture of a KMart shopping experience that people like me can only dream of (lizards hate me, I've decided):

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