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Friday, June 22nd, 2012

What’s the difference between a 23 year old woman and one of us over-40-going-on-retirement? I’ll tell you what. They don’t know what they’ve got; we think we still got it. (more…)

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Doggone Jerks

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012

Do you love your dog? Now imagine hating him. Yeah, I know. I can’t either. But there are people who do. People who don’t like dogs to the point of abusing them. Now, not everyone who is not a dog lover is bad. Some people prefer cats. I happen to like both. But what is it about the people who simply don’t like animals?

What the hell is wrong with them?

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The End of the Peanut Butter

Friday, February 10th, 2012

Maybe this has more to do with being from a family of 8 than being a woman over 40, but I can’t stand when Gary  decides the peanut butter jar is empty when it clearly isn’t. Just now, I noticed he’d left a jar on the counter. “Are we out of peanut butter?” I asked. “Yeah,” he answered, never even acknowledging – as a little side note – that he had emptied it a couple of hours ago and it was still on the counter. Whatever. (more…)

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The Grin(ning) Reaper

Friday, January 13th, 2012

We all know someone who loves spreading bad news. Someone died? They are hitting the phones or texting until their fingers bleed. A tragedy somewhere in the world? Look out, Facebook, they are there! What is it that compels these Grin(ning) Reapers to have to spread the (sad) word? Sure, we all want to know this kind of stuff. My question is, why do some people simply thrive on it? (more…)

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One, Two, Three Strikes You’re Bored

Saturday, October 22nd, 2011

Is there anything more boring than baseball? I truly doubt it. Maybe you didn’t have to listen to baseball non-stop when you were a kid, forced to keep quiet on the weekly one hour drive to  Jersey City while your father  listened intently to the play by play and cursed the missed catches,  strike outs and bad calls. My dad, Ang was actually more entertaining than the pontificating sportscasters who filled in the interminable dead time between the rare excitement of a hit with even deader time. You know, even writing about this is boring me. Which brings me to my point: why are we subjected to baseball (and every other possible sport) when we go out to eat? (more…)

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