“Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda . . .” Songs have a special way of transporting us back to the time and place when they were part of our everyday lives. Hear a certain song, close your eyes and you’re drifting along in a time and place many years ago. You remember what you were doing and where you were. Maybe you were
I didn’t think it was possible but my Mississauga Library card (mentioned in an earlier “My Favourite Things” post) just got even better. Using the Zinio app I can now download magazines – free!! For someone who subscribes to 17 magazines a month, that’s a very big deal. While it’s tempting to let some of my subscriptions lapse, there’s nothing like being able to
Boomer broads will love today’s essay on the Facts and Arguments page of The Globe and Mail by Bonnie Brotman Shore.
The other day I was cleaning things out and came across this prayer I had put on the wall of my office back when I was doing the corporate thing and I would wrap my desk in yellow CAUTION tape when I was having a bad day. It still makes me smile.
Dear Lord:
So far today, I am doing all right. I have not gossiped, lost my temper, been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish or self-indulgent.
However, I am going to get out of bed in a few minutes and I will need a lot more help after that.
Amen.
Whoever said looks don’t count was lying. And whoever said first impressions do count was absolutely bang on. Perversely, this has proven to apply to the purses we carry. When I retired, instead of presenting me with a boring gold watch, my employer surprised me with my very first and still favourite designer purse. I’d carried a picture of it around with me for weeks before I left and planned to blow my entire last paycheque on it.
Last week I toured the Princess Margaret Lottery’s new home in Oakville. This year’s model was particularly interesting because the interior was designed by Brian Gluckstein whose taste is always impeccable.
There was one major item that disappointed me, however