Humor
Published: 16/12/2007
Eating out and dining out are very different. When you eat out, little planning is involved, you probably don't have to change clothes and you don't think twice about the cost. Dining out, however, requires reservations; wearing an outfit you'd wear to church if you went to church; and...
Published: 16/12/2007
The rules of good nutrition keep changing. Coffee's good for me, it's bad for me, everything in moderation is fine for me. Stop! This revolving door approach to what is and isn't good for me is making me indignantly dizzy. Scientists can put men on the moon. Why can't they figure out what I can...
Published: 16/12/2007
According to scientists - who haven't seen my home - eating at home, in what they call a controlled environment, is healthier and safer than eating out. Wrong. Life isn't safe. Eating yesterday's leftovers might not be safe either. I'm willing to take my chances and eat out as often as possible -...
Published: 16/12/2007
Once upon a time, not too long ago, my husband thought I had too many credit cards - especially for clothing shops and department stores. John thought having so many credit cards could discredit our credit.
I charged salon services, movie tickets and luncheons with friends - which seem to...
Published: 16/12/2007
I was flipping down the yellow, brick road of my life as I flipped through the pages of a photo album. Were the boys ever that little? Did I really have as many hair styles as Oprah? Then there were the pictures of our four-legged family.
The boys had a series of keep-it-in-your-room pets;...
Published: 16/12/2007
When I wasn't looking, some words disappeared - like haberdasher. In 1960 we stopped needing a name for someone who sells men's hats. That's when John F. Kennedy went hatless to his inauguration. That's when men stopped wearing hats. When women went to work in a man's world, they stopped wearing...
Published: 16/12/2007
Supposedly there's a reason for everything. If there is, I must have had a case of the "reverse Midas touch" yesterday. Whatever I touched turned to fool's gold. I stained a window shade trying to clean it, I broke the kitchen scale by dropping it on the floor and I scratched the dining room tile...
Published: 16/12/2007
"But first a few words from our sponsors" and those few words are turning into more and more. There are also more and more commercial interruptions and they never say excuse me when they interrupt.
Most people ignore this rudeness and use commercials as snack breaks and toilet trips, but no...
Published: 16/12/2007
Whatever happened to the past seven or eight hours? That's what I ask myself when the alarm clock goes off. Because I feel like I just closed my eyes, it's hard to believe it's time to get up. Maybe I should make myself wake up during the night so I can appreciate having been asleep.
I'm at...
Published: 16/12/2007
I was flipping through the pages of a travel magazine when I self-diagnosed my symptoms of lethargy. I hungered for travel.
My husband ended my hunger by taking me to Greece. Hold on. Before you vote him husband of the decade, you should know he took me to Greece via a Greek restaurant.
I...
