When a male friend suggested I read a book by Carl Hiaasen entitled Bad Monkey I was somewhat reluctant. Scanning the premise on the book jacket, it sounded like guy story. Hiaasen resides in Florida and has written a number of books located in various southern cities including Key West and Miami. As I began reading I became increasingly concerned that I was getting into…
Grandparenting Boomer-style
Hillary Clinton has recently been the target of much undeserved speculation about her ability and commitment to her future role as candidate for President of the United States. The reason? She’s going to be a grandmother later this year. Was this an issue for Bush Sr., Ronald Reagan or any other President for that matter? Mitt Romney has an entire battalion of grandchildren but no…
Building my own oil cartel
Women’s magazines and the cosmetics industry are always coming up with new and creative ways to separate us from our hard-earned toonies and loonies. Now that BB creams and CC creams have become old and boring (or reached critical mass as they say in the biz) they’ve unleashed new bait to lure us in—it’s oil—and true to character I’m right at the front of the…
The age of acquisition, too much of a good thing
The other day a friend mentioned that she was having a hard time picking out a new washer and dryer because of the profusion of choices available. It was all so confusing—front loader, top loader, steam feature, stacking, pedestal? Then there are the hundreds of models, manufacturers, price options and warranty issues to sort out. In a less costly version of the same scenario, I…
Dear John: I love you
John’s Doyle’s regular column in The Globe and Mail is always an interesting read. Despite my cranky relationship with TV service providers, I genuinely enjoy watching television—well, certain programs anyway. I despise the usurious rates charged by the cable, internet and satellite companies which cost more per month than heat and hydro for my home and rank far lower on the scale of necessary utilities….
I did it. You’re welcome.
Today as I was standing in the supermarket-style lineup to check out at the Hudson’s Bay store in Square One in Mississauga, I heard an announcement that nearly knocked me on saggy old fanny. “Attention shoppers. If you cannot find the size you need in our store, we will search other Hudson’s Bay locations and have it sent to your home” or words to that…