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Nancy Roman

Tag Archives: Humor

It’s A Sign

It started just before Christmas. I was driving home after work, and as I looked in my rear-view mirror. I saw Santa Claus. Actually, I saw a big cardboard cut-out of Santa perched on the chimney of the house behind me. I wonder how they got that up there? I thought. And I took another …

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Genius or Idiot? You Decide.

This is the time of year when my fingernails get as brittle as the dead maples leaves. Luckily, they do not fall off like the leaves on our New England trees. But they snap and break like the dried-up twigs I’m stepping on. Housework this weekend broke eight out of ten fingernails. You’d think I’d …

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Know-It-All, Part II

It’s time for another installment of Know-It-All, where I offer you the best of my unsolicited and usually obvious advice – First – because I am an unapologetic smarty-pants, and Second – because they say that you should stick with what you do best – and I am much better at giving advice than taking …

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The Cure

I wrote recently that I suffered from what I call Autoagnosia. I can’t tell one car from another. This drives my husband crazy, as he feels that cars are the ultimate gift from heaven. And I am just completely ungrateful – an insult really to the auto gods. So I’ve been trying really hard to …

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Orphan Envy

Here’s a post from my earliest blogging days – (with a new drawing added, now that I know how to do that). ORPHAN ENVY When I was eight, I was in a play. The local Girl’s Club (like the “Y” without the yucky boys) offered afterschool classes, and I signed up for Drama.  Good thing …

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I’ve Sent In My Entry Fee

All this week, NPR ran a series about privacy in the digital age. Everyone knows everything about me. And most of this is voluntary. I post my birthday on Facebook, my favorite movies on Rotten Tomatoes, my shoe size on Zappo’s. Amazon not only knows what I like to read, it tracks what toys I …

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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 …

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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. …

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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 …

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What Makes It Special

A couple of weeks ago my husband dragged treated me to the big Manchester, Connecticut car show. Each year at the peak of summer, this Connecticut town closes down a mile of Main Street and 900 antique cars line up for the benefit of the owners’ egos admiring spectators. It’s not like I don’t appreciate …

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