Picky, Picky, Picky

Sep 18

Picky, Picky, Picky

YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT. . . Really? So what are you: A vegetarian? A vegan? A person who doesn’t eat a)dairy b)carbs c) gluten d)all of the above? If you are none of the above, you’re seriously out of step with the rest of America. Ask any hostess worth her beans. Perhaps I should rephrase that. I’m sure there’s something dire about beans...

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Are The Housewives of NY “White Trash?”

Sep 13

Are The Housewives of NY “White Trash?”

The highlight of my day was watching Ramona and Sonia google “white trash” to see if that’s what they were. I was having a slow day. But The Housewives, definitely white, sometimes trash-talking, are a guilty pleasure I DVR for times like this. My day involved being trapped in my apartment waiting for a delivery, wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt,...

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What Would Clint Eastwood Do?

Sep 05

What Would Clint Eastwood Do?

I got some great advice from George Patton today. No, really. Okay, so technically it wasn’t directly from him. It was in one of those “Inspiring Quotes” on email. Sometimes, they inspire me to unsubscribE, but I resist the urge because I do get gems like this: “If you tell people where to go, but not how to get there, you’ll be amazed...

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Wow ‘Em With Your Wedding

Aug 27

Wow ‘Em With Your Wedding

And put some magic in your marriage. . . Co-Written with Guest Blogger, Gary Poole First the confession: Gary has no more right than I do (a phrase I’ve said more times than I’m willing to admit) to give anyone advice on marriage. Between us, we have an impressive number (none of your business) of marriages, and all but the current ones ended in divorce....

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A Woody Allen Moment

Aug 22

A Woody Allen Moment

  Quite a few moments, actually. Do you have any idea how much time the “average” American spends waiting? Try 2 to 3 years. 2 to 3 Years! Hard to believe, but not really, when you factor in doctor’s offices, the lines at Costco, and the Motor Vehicle Bureau. I hate waiting as much as the next person, but, not wanting to be anything short of...

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Don’t Call Me Ma’am! Unless You Buy My Book

Aug 02

Don’t Call Me Ma’am! Unless You Buy My Book

If there’s anything I hate it’s being called “Ma’am.” Ever notice how clever clerks and wily waiters call you “Miss” when they’re trying to make a sale or score a good tip. It’s a variation on the old routine savvy flower sellers once used. Remember when sidewalk vendors sold single long stem roses—or better...

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