As the days on my 2011 calendar have flown away, I've started wondering why we make such a big deal about the New Year.
Sunday morning: Joe Watkins, Jan, Richard and my Christmas baby, died Saturday. He had been born on that special day in 1992 and was about a month shy of his 19th birthday. Actually, nothing about Joe was shy. His mother and I could embarrass him but I don't think he was embarrassed about anything he did.
With the stress of cleaning house, preparing dishes and beating early deadlines all looming over my head, it's easy to forget what tomorrow's holiday is about.
Nov. 22, 2011: Roger gets a buzz cut
Last weekend, I went without data on my iPhone for three solid days.
Since the inception of Occupy Wall Street, many unsatisfied Americans have been clamoring to make their voices heard, while many others quipped that they ought to quit their yammering.
My husband and I have really been trying to watch our budget lately, which means no eating in restaurants or ordering takeout. I've always enjoyed cooking so, if time permits, I don't mind preparing dinner at home most nights. The thing that deters me is actually the cost.
It's time to 'Think Pink'
Many things about government make no sense to me. That may just be because I'm not a government policy scholar … or it may be because some government guidelines really are, well, senseless.
History, history, history.
I think I know why society is a bit screwed up – and it might have something to do with the Kardashian family and people like them. No, I am not an avid Kardashian fan. Until recently, I didn't even know the first names of the Kardashian family members (well, except for Kim because everybody knows her). But after seeing a clip of their ridiculous show, "Keeping Up with the Kardashians," I Googled them and did a bit of research.
I recently bought a new hair straightener (or flat iron - whatever you call it). It came with a pamphlet of info that included tips, suggestions, hairstyles and a 1-800 number to call in case the user runs into problems. The pamphlet didn't specify what kind of problems, which I found amusing. Do they mean if I have mechanical problems with the straightener? Or do they mean if I have problems styling my hair using the tips and tricks provided in the brochure?
OK, first I'll apologize because it has been so long since I've written a blog. I have lots of special sections and projects going on at work these days - no spare time for fun stuff like blogging.
Despite a few days of slightly lower temperatures, there is little doubt that the extreme heat of summer is just around the corner. Being from Florida I don't mind the intense heat and humidity that make up the 'Dog Days.' I can tolerate the heat much better than I can handle the cold that always seems to creep into my toes and fingers during the winter.
Although I am supposed to keep my opinions to myself, anyone who knows me well knows that I have an opinion about everything. I've never been one to keep too quiet when I see an injustice, which, at times, has gotten me in heaps of trouble. I'm a journalist; I'm not to have an opinion in my writing. Fine. But when it comes to having a spoken opinion about things in everyday life, I've got enough to drive anyone crazy.
March 21, 2011
I can't stop going to Publix. I want to stop. My wallet wants me to stop. And I'm sure "the other grocery store" would welcome my return. I've thought about quitting Publix many times. I've even formulated plans. But the thought of braving the overcrowded, messy "other store" and putting up with their ... ummm, less-than-polite employees when I could be shopping at clean, organized Publix while being greeted by their courteous, thoughtful staffers keeps foiling my plan.
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