My dad used to say, when something was just okay, “Well, that’s better than a poke in the eye with a dirty stick.” Many, many things would be far better than being poked in the eye with a dirty stick. Like eating liver, even. Although, on the nights I was forced to remain at the table until I ate just ONE BITE of liver, my … Continue reading In case someone pokes me in the eye with a dirty stick.
It started innocently enough – a contribution toward the campaign of my favorite presidential candidate. I made a small donation through PayPal and was feeling pretty righteous. Little did I know that I had opened a can of worms that now wiggle into my Outlook inbox almost hourly. I’m going to leave names out of this, but you may be able to guess who I’m … Continue reading Me vs. the Koch Brothers?
I just couldn’t resist. Last week at the end of my story I mentioned how totally UN-newsworthy Yahoo! news has become. By example, I complained that Vicki from “The Real Housewives of Orange County” seems to be featured as headline news several days out of each week. And who has the top headline today? You guessed it: I just want to ask, why? Why, Yahoo!, … Continue reading Follow up Friday
How is it that five minutes after I check out hotels on http://www.hotels.com, Facebook posts it on my news feed to give me another chance to book that room? Mind you, I do not follow http://www.hotels.com. However, my friend Fred does. So it shows up as “Fred likes . . . “ and then there’s a post showing the hotel in Auckland I’m thinking about … Continue reading Facebook is messing with my juju
The other night I was eating cookies when I started having deep thoughts about my lack of self-control. I’m confident there’s no need to point out the obvious connection. Let’s just say I find it hard to stop at a cookie or two and leave it at that for now, okay? I started to wonder, why do I DO that? I know plenty of people … Continue reading My theory about first born children, sex, and the inability to appreciate delayed gratification
The only thing the amazing Oprah Winfrey and I have in common is the ongoing quest to fit into a “normal” clothing size. To forever turn our backs on Lane Bryant and fit into a Chico’s size two (well, maybe shopping at Chico’s isn’t exactly a goal for Oprah). To eat our cake without wearing it later on our thighs. To . . . . … Continue reading I hate Oprah
People sometimes say when you rescue a dog, you don’t know what problems you might be taking on. Personally, while I see their point, I do think reducing a dog to his past experience is only half the story. Just like people, there’s the nature vs. nurture element. Maybe the rescue had a rough beginning, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a sweetheart of a … Continue reading Just a girl and her dog
So I just decided I’m not sending out Christmas cards this year. If we’ve known each other for a long time, you are well aware that I’ve always been unreliable in this regard. I’m surprised anyone sends me Christmas cards, ever, because you can’t count on me to reciprocate from one year to the next. It’s a crap shoot. Here’s Richie with my array of … Continue reading Pick a card. Any card.
It’s Sunday and having consumed an eight-cup pot of coffee, I am finally going to tackle a few holiday chores after I write this post and when the risk of tachycardia has passed. I could jump right into the chores, but one thing I’ve learned is that if I have even the vaguest urge to write, I’d better do that first. Never squander the inclination to … Continue reading Christmas Crack and cards and caffeine crazy
Bleary-eyed, I scraped some of the burnt crumbs off my toast this morning, then slapped on a dab of peanut butter and, lo and behold . . . a Christmas Miracle! Is it the Virgin Mary? Jesus himself? Scraps of bread and gnarly root vegetables bearing holy images go for big bucks on eBay, and who can’t use some extra cash around the holidays? No. … Continue reading A Christmas political miracle
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