I like it when I get my first grab of you. You know the one.  That first moment when we get together and it’s like I can’t even wait to give you what you came there for. You aren’t even… Read more ›

We’ve had our fair share of cheese at Bubbles in the Think Tank over these many years. But that doesn’t mean we haven’t enjoyed every bit of it. Some times we’re a little salty like a feta, yet we crumble… Read more ›

You know how much I travel for work.  But the whole time I’m gone, I’m just thinking about what I’m going to say to you next. I say things to you in so many different ways.  Sometimes I speak directly… Read more ›

I thought I had it all figured out. I’d been doing this show for years and years.  Then you started listening. And even though it doesn’t sound like that should change anything, it changed everything. New sounds  sounded right to… Read more ›

Sometimes I am just so ready for something that I get a little light headed when it finally happens. I know it’s going to happen.  I do everything I can to prepare, to know how to start and how I… Read more ›

Some of us Think Tank types have been known to stay up late on occasion. We all have our own ways of coping with the situation.  A late night chat, getting into the car for adventure, or by just trying… Read more ›

I get so excited about the show.  And you being with me there. You give me ideas.  Many of which I am lucky enough to act upon.  Others, well, I just have to imagine what I’d do about them. But… Read more ›

I’ve been described a lot of ways in my time on the air. Sweet.   Temptress.  A fucking scholar.  Pornographer. That list could actually go on and on. Instead I think you should listen to last night’s show and come to… Read more ›

Someone might imagine me boppity bopping in the studio during the show with a title like this. It is true that, these days, I do tend to do the show standing up. Standing gives me a chance to move my… Read more ›

I get really really hungry sometimes. And, when I do, I get a little crazy.  All I can think about is devouring what isn’t in front of me.  I try to figure out how to get it and get it… Read more ›

You know I’m a real gone gal.  Sometimes more gone than others. But maybe you don’t know that I look different when I’m away.  Even when I get up in the morning on the road and take that first peek… Read more ›

I don’t take you for granted. I know that you could go elsewhere to get what most of what I give you. But yet you keep coming back to me. You can get it online.  You can get it via… Read more ›

Sometimes by the end of a full evening doing Bubbles in the Think Tank, I feel positively weak.  I’m spent from a night lingering over your silly needs. I do long to assure that all of your hopes are realized… Read more ›

Last night was one of those nights. One of those nights where there was just no way I was ever going to get enough of you. One of those nights where you kept begging me for more.  And I wanted… Read more ›

Sometimes it feels like someone else is in control of the show. That’s odd since I feel like I have more control over Bubbles in the Think Tank than over any other part of my life.  I take pieces of… Read more ›

Do you ever feel like you’ve filled up on the silliness at Bubbles in the Think Tank? Do you ever think you should call or email or go to our Facebook Fan Page and tell us to let off a… Read more ›

Many weeks, I feel like I have to really reach for the show.  Other weeks, the show reaches right out and grabs me. Sometimes it just takes me by the hand and guides me where I need to go, but… Read more ›

When I play the silliness that I know you’re gonna like, I feel like I’m putting it out there for you so you’ll think about it all week even when you’re not listening to me. I want to get in… Read more ›

I treasure every minute of Bubbles in the Think Tank.  Oh, there may have been some moments over these 25 years I’d like to forget, but not forgetting them is half the fun. Before every show starts, it’s like it’s… Read more ›

Sometimes you just know when it’s right. Even when you think it should be all wrong. Nothing about the ingredients seem on the surface to be the correct choice.  Or a good match.  Or a sensible selection. Yet, somehow, the… Read more ›

You were wishing for what was on your mind. I was dreaming about what was on mine. So much happened to choose from.  I don’t see any way that we couldn’t have connected somehow. Could it have been Fred our… Read more ›