To err is human. To really foul things up requires a computer.
For the past four days, I have been experiencing problems with my website – the result of trying to transfer all my data over to Dirtwad, my new computer. He doesn’t like me at all, and it is trying to undermine my ability to post anything. Huey P, why did you leave me so suddenly? He is still laying in state on my desk. Dirtwod hasn’t earned the right to occupy that hallowed space just yet.
I don’t think there’s any food which rivals the grilled cheese sandwich as my all time favorite comfort food. There’s no dark rainy day that a grilled cheese and tomato soup can’t improve. Continue reading
You can file this one under educational trivia, but it may come in handy when you need some small talk for a cocktail party.
Yesterday I ran into Nancy Wax at the drug store who casually mentioned that she enjoyed my recent column on "malapropisms". Huh? Mala-what? I’d never even heard the word and if I wrote a column on it I must have been writing in my sleep which would explain some of my more mnemonic, or should I say moronic column ideas. I think she was referring to a recent diatribe on infamous mispronunciations like “mameogram.”
After losing 32 pounds over the past four months, I’m determined to keep it off.
I know those pounds are dying to come back to screw up my life all over again. So, I’ve become very conscious of what I’m eating, and especially snacking while reading my favorite new author – Bobby Cole – who is from my native West Point, MS. by the way. (That’s my only commercial message today.)
I’m fascinated by Greek Mythology. It was my favorite course in college and I related to each of the Greek Goddeses I studied.
First I felt connected to Hestia, Greek Goddess of the home and hearth, but consumerism gummed up the works and I ended up with way more stuff than I could use or store.
Next came Hera, the Goddess of marriage, and that didn’t work out so well either.