I realize that I’ve indicated before that I would prefer to return to a more civilized time of dating—where a gentleman caller left his intention to speak to you with an engraved card on a silver tray rather than yelling outside your window “Yo, am I gonna hit dat or what?” I’m really not that
I just heard a story on the Kevin and Bean radio show about an interview they are going to do with a detective agency. Apparently, Valentine’s Day is their busiest time of year. I am now giggling, and I’m not sure I can stop. Nothing says love like jealousy, photographic evidence and revenge. I’m just
I know what you are expecting. You are expecting me to rage against the darkest, most evil of all holidays… President’s Day. Kidding. Clearly, I am referring to Valentine’s Day. You know—the one that is constantly inspiring insipid commercials about releasing your inner cupid. Every year in my “single” history, I’ve battled the holiday by
“Does Clutter Make My Butt Look Fat?” I’m not a frequent Oprah viewer, but today’s episode was too fascinating not to share. I was home nursing what appears to be my first cold of the new year (yehaw), and I caught the clutter tag line. Essentially, Peter Walsh posits that the clutter in your home
First, a short prayer— Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change Like the fact that Mulder and Scully will probably not be doing anything naked together in the X-Files sequel.the courage to change the things I can,Put “get work visa for Canada” on list of things to do so I can
44. That’s right – the magic age for the most depressed people experiencing a mid-life crisis is 44. At least that’s what I got from this article:http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=510943&in_page_id=1770 Oh, good—something to look forward to, indeed. Apparently, it is at this age where people have to admit that all of their aspirations for love and life aren’t
*While I don’t think you can ever really spoil a romantic comedy, stop reading now if you don’t want to know the ending of the movie. My friend LD and I went to go see “27 Dresses” not long ago. It was charming and Ed Burns proves the theory that men really can get better
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Remember when you were a kid and things like cartwheels and handstands were just tricks you whipped out as the mood struck you? I distinctly remember using my bed as a vault—I had this completely inspired flip all worked out (perhaps if I had kept those adventurous bed skills going, I would have had more
Another Saturday night has come and gone, and because I love the night life (I’ve got to boogie), I spent it trying to upgrade my desktop computer. Sure, some people have told me to just throw out my computer—toss it aside after years of faithful companionship to find a sleeker, faster, sexier model. But that