Some tough life lessons… 😉
What’s Wrong With Me! Episode Four: Hell and Back…
When Episode Three ended, a slew of strange symptoms were beginning to hold me hostage. That’s actually a pretty fair metaphor, since by the end of the siege I couldn’t go outside – not even on the balcony.
Stick around, it gets worse. I mean funnier. It gets funnier!
“It’s Only a Number!”
This is, I admit, a curmudgeonly complaint about all those well-meaning folks who tell me, “Age is only a number,” whenever I kvetch about my big birthday this Thursday.
To them I say (with all due respect), “OH YEAH?!?”
Friday Follies #9 – Four clichés that make me go “Arghhh”!
Just to change ’em up, the Grammar Cop will share a totally different class of eyesores this week. (Because I can.) I’m sure you have similar ones that grate on your nerves, but for now, these are the top clichés that make me cringe!
Before the Internet…
Before the Internet – and all it spawned, e.g. Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, Instagram etc.; in fact, before the term “social media” was a glint in anyone’s eye – there were BBSes! Remember those? If you don’t, read on to see what we did in the early 1990s, if we wanted to connect with like-minded folks easily and often.
Off to War… and Home Again!
My grandmother (Bubby) worried all through World War Two, while several of her children and their spouses served in the armed forces. I think it’s fitting this year – the 70th anniversary of that terrible war’s end – to pay tribute to them, my brave aunt and uncles.
What’s Wrong With Me! Episode Three: 1997 – The Plot Thickens
Welcome back! At the end of Episode Two of my medical saga, I left you at a bit of a cliff-hanger. And why not? Heh, I myself was left at a cliff-hanger, thanks to my awful neurologist at the time, whom I will call Dr. X. I would like to call him something else, but this is a family blog.
Friday Follies #8 – Three mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”!
The Grammar Cop sometimes gets weary. She sees the same errors over and over again. But then she has to remember: for her – okay, for me – these well-worn gaffes are oldies, but for many people they’re apparently something new. So with some newly acquired compassion, I will now take gentle aim at this week’s lot.
Story of a Nasty Pothole and a Squeaky Wheel
Many streets in Montreal are not known for being, shall we say, paved. Well, paved smoothly. Without gashes and gorges… gorgeous, they are not. When crossing the street, you must always LOOK DOWN in front of you, lest you do what I did last week.
Time Goes
So I have a milestone birthday coming up next month, as I’ve mentioned before. I am becoming distinctly forlorn over this. I’ve always been super-aware of aging whenever my current decade would crank over to the next. Life has whipped by way too fast for my liking. So I find myself looking at things I wrote years ago and some of it really takes me back… like these lyrics to a song I wrote back in ’86.
