As we head toward mid-December, I found myself at wits’ end because people want to give me dates for important events in January and beyond, and my planner only has December plus a day of January left on it. I thought I could wait until after the New Year so I can get my 2017 planner at a discount, but I felt so uneasy jotting things down on the extra blank pages at the back of the 2016 planner, that I couldn’t take it anymore.
With my Barnes and Noble 25 percent off a single item coupon in hand and some gift cards, I ventured out into the chilly night after dinner to find my 2017 Moleskine Weekly Planner (Large Format) so I can get on with my life.
It’s a good thing I don’t watch much TV because it can get dangerous. However, I do have to be careful of “second-hand TV” when I inadvertently get sucked into watching a program and its commercials because HB and/or the Princess is watching their show and controlling the remote.
This past Sunday, I realized that my family and I are all hardwired to fall prey to “As Seen on TV” products. Thank goodness we don’t have cable and its many home shopping networks because the ticking numbers of how many left or sold are sure to reel us in. Continue reading →
I love horror movies—not so much the slasher kinds, but the supernatural, house-haunting, demon-possession, and/or the eschatological ones. My other fascination is with the macabre—flesh-eaters, cadavers coming back to life, nature going out of control and whipping the crap out of mankind. This often comes as quite a shock to a number of people who associate me as simply being a peace-loving, artsy-craftsy, food aficionado. Continue reading →
One of the steps in any 12-Step Recovery Program is admitting that one has a problem. Well, I am a packrat. I have a hard time throwing things away.
It’s not to the extreme that the house is bursting at the seams with junk and overrun with vermin (like in those reality shows), but I have pockets throughout the house where I hoard my shtuff, which I know HB would be thrilled to see disappear. And maybe since Father’s Day and his birthday is around the corner, I’ll present him the gift of a less-cluttered home. Maybe.Continue reading →
HB regularly reminds me that I’ll grow bald if I enjoy free things too much. He claims that it’s a Korean saying/superstition, but I didn’t hear about it until I married him, so I think it’s only relevant to that part of town he’s from.
But just in case he’s right, I’ve figured out a way to work around the “free” issue. If I spend a little something at the store, it’s no longer “free”—just discounted, right?