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
I want to talk about just one of the reasons why so many people (including me) are fat. As the title suggests, food has leapt way beyond its intended role of providing nourishment to performing as if it’s on your own little private Broadway stage. And let’s be clear about this: it’s not the broccoli or cabbage out there singing and dancing and stealing your … Continue reading Fun with food
Have you ever commented on a Facebook post and wish you hadn’t? I guess if you’re on Facebook at all, that had to have happened at one time or another (or another dozen times or so). Here’s what happened. There’s a Facebook page called “The 411 for Madison” and last summer a guy suggested keeping your car keys by your bed and hitting the alarm … Continue reading How to scare an intruder or get a gazillion likes on Facebook
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