Monthly Archives: September, 2013
Feed A Cold
So I lasted three days before I jumped off the bandwagon of my own advice. Number One on my Advice List (Know-It-All) from just a few days ago was to ALWAYS say you feel pretty good when someone asks you how you are. No casual acquaintance really wants details on your phlegm. Right after I wrote …
Know-It-All
Being the Smartypants that I am, I can’t help offering my helpful help. I have a vast amount of knowledge. Okay. A vast amount of opinions. And I am just bursting to share them. Some of my advice is based on actual experience. And some of my advice is based on no experience at all. …
Interviewing Skills
I graduated from high school in June of 1969. I graduated from college in December of 1974. No ‘four years and out’ for me. I liked college. I took my time. I had no idea what I wanted to study, so I tried it all. I started in Nursing and ended up in English. I …
When Heartthrobs Need Pacemakers
In honor of the 80th birthday of my first serious crush…. Here is a reprise of my ode to the aging heartthrob: WHEN HEARTTHROBS NEED PACEMAKERS In September of 1964, my heart did a pitty-pat. Oh sure, I had been swooning over The Beatles for six months already, but I loved them in that screaming …
Perfectly Dirty
As I’ve written before, every day helpful emails jump into my inbox, offering assistance in the most important facets of my life. If I had to categorize them, they’d look something like this: HELPFUL EMAILS BY TYPE The sex emails – though plentiful – I usually ignore. I would much rather read about makeup than …
Do-Over
Every September, as I watch the kids go back to school, I get the same yearning. I wish it were me packing up Dad’s station wagon to go off to college. I’d take my favorite pillow, and those narrow twin-bed sheets and an Indian batik bedspread. I’d bring my popcorn popper to warm a can …
The Things My Things Need
I received an email from my favorite retailer the other day: “Your Jeans Need This” I naturally opened it right away. I was very anxious to know what my jeans needed. My jeans had not expressed any desires or dissatisfactions in quite some time. I was a conscience-stricken that my jeans might be reluctant to …
I’m Not Quitting My Day Job
I celebrated Labor Day by skipping any Labor whatsoever. But being a good nose-to-the-grindstone New Englander, I feel I should also celebrate Labor Day by celebrating actual Labor. I like my job. Let me count the ways. 1. First of all, they pay me. Well, duh. I work; I get paid. Only fair. But think …
Sheep Rapport
In honor of Labor Day (because I don’t want to perform any actual Labor) – and in celebration of the start of Country Fair season in New England, here is an encore presentation of my Labor Day post from two years ago – when I first started blogging. ** This weekend I went to the …
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