- The open sides of the pillowcase must face out.
- Cookies should be crisp, not chewy.
- Towels should be folded in thirds.
- The toilet paper goes over, not under.
- Calling someone between 5 and 7 p.m. is, in theory, interrupting dinner (and therefore rude).
- A hand towel is not a sponge, or a rag.
- Babies should be dressed like babies — meaning no tulle, sequins or other bedazzling.
- Email responses should take no more than 24 hours. Continue reading
Forget that. If we’re being honest, I kind of hate them — but I have good reason.
They can kill me.
And it’s not their claws or teeth that would do the deed, but their fur. Bottom line: I’m severely allergic. Continue reading
I’d get my hair cut by Beatrice, for $10. This was the perfect price for a college student in 1999. And, since she was the owner (AKA not paying booth rental fees or turning her earnings over to a salon head), I did not tip.
Suddenly, I’d come home from break and she’d never have availability. This was odd seeing as I would previously get in the same day. I tried a few more times, with the same results. Continue reading
I got involved in an interesting conversation on Facebook this morning regarding tips. A waiter posted a photo of a receipt where he received $6.54 on an $85.46 bill with the caption “This is not okay people.”
I agree. That’s a lousy tip. And, knowing this particular individual casually, I suspect he’s not one to offer service that warranted a less-than-10-percent gratuity. What perplexed me, though, was how some of the commenters (conversation below) jumped to comment on the financial situation of the diner(s).
Tips are not guaranteed. They are earned. Lousy tips happen for all sorts of reasons — people didn’t like what they chose/ordered or they thought the service out of the kitchen was too slow (both of which aren’t the waitstaff’s fault, but that doesn’t mean some diners won’t blame them). It could be as simple as a personality clash. Perhaps a waiter or waitress reminds the person picking up the tab of someone they don’t like, personally or professionally. Maybe it was matter of a bad day. Continue reading
During her “Jersey Shore” days, Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi made headlines for drunken debauchery. Today, the mom of one-almost-two has people talking again. This time, for using an expectant mom parking spot at Babies ‘R Us.
Snooki is pregnant, but she’s not pregnant “enough,” according to detractors who got all badooglafied after the former reality star posted a photo of herself on Instagram pulling into the special spot.
They argue she plasters the media – social and traditional — with talk of her healthy lifestyle, and shares photos of herself lifting tires like she’s a member of CrossFit. That, they say, means she doesn’t “need” a special space. Continue reading
Earlier this week, Gwyneth Paltrow was quoted as telling E! online regular folks — those of us who work in an office and have a (fairly standard) start and end time — have it easier than actors and actresses.
Specifically, she said “I think it’s different when you have an office job, because it’s routine and, you know, you can do all the stuff in the morning and then you come home in the evening. … When you’re shooting a movie, they’re like, ‘We need you to go to Wisconsin for two weeks,’ and then you work 14 hours a day and that part of it is very difficult. I think to have a regular job and be a mom is not as, of course there are challenges, but it’s not like being on set.” Continue reading
On “Kelly & Michael” they did a fun segment with Cher — To ‘Cher’ or not to ‘Cher’? — essentially asking the iconic singer if she’d be will to share various things such as a toothbrush, a kiss and the like. That inspired today’s post.
Would you share … Continue reading
10: A radio station can’t be “all new” when they’ve had their call letters for several years and their current format for nearly one year.
9: When a realtor leaves the “just reduced” sign up — for months. The “just” passed over a couple of weeks.
8: When someone calls something “funny as hell.” Hell, I’m sure, is many things. Funny isn’t one of them.
7: Could care less. It’s couldn’t — as in could.not.
6: Also, the “who cares?!?!” (the writer always seems to think you need all those question marks and exclamation points). Someone — or several someones — always cares. Always.
5: Calling a 2-year-old a baby. By medical standards, you are no longer a baby when you can walk, talk and eat pizza. Continue reading
I rarely post food photos to social media but, a couple weeks ago I had no choice. Really, it was my civil duty, my obligation to readers to share the goodness I found at The Crisp Cannoli in East Greenbush.
It’s the region’s version on the croughnut — a treat so popular people wait in line for hours in New York City just to buy one.
Locally, The Crisp Cannoli calls theirs the crodo, but it’s the same thing: a croissant/doughnut hybrid. The result is a buttery sweet pastry so exquisite it melts on your tongue like cotton candy (but it tastes nothing like the whipped sugar).
We had our crodos (the apple cider variety) more than a week ago and I’ve thought about them every day since. You can get yours at The Crisp Cannoli, 669 Columbia Turnpike, East Greenbush. They cost just shy of $4 each and are best eaten warm, right out of the fryer.
We were at my 20-week scan, a two-hour appointment where they looked at everything from the valves on the heart to the length of the pinky fingers and thigh bone.
This was also the appointment where we could learn the gender. We’d known since the day the little plus sign appeared on the stick we weren’t going to find out if we were having a boy or a girl. I’d made that clear to the tech before she squirted the gel on my abdomen.
Now she’d ruined the surprise. Continue reading