It’s a no-brainer. Of course the mirror is Enemy #1.  Some mirrors are more forgiving than others, but they all basically suck. I mean, why subject myself to that? The answer, of course, is that one has to utilize one’s mirror (to apply spackle, grout and concealer) before going out into the world each day. They are really, really cruel, though….and getting…

Having been married for almost 27 years, Chuck and I do our share of disagreeing/debating/arguing  –probably more often than is healthy, or that I care to admit. And invariably it’s a discussion of the same old issues, over and over and over again. Ad nauseum. When he starts his oft-repeated retorts, I’m quick to say, “Geez, just press the Replay button!!!”  At…

So if I were a pre-pubescent male, I would be ecstatic. I have been sporting a beard and mustache for about three years now. It started out as the quintessential peach fuzz. And then way too many of those fuzzies morphed into long…and coarse…and ugly…and straw-like entities, especially on the chin. Oh, and let’s not forget the dark…

It’s a beautiful February Friday here in Gold River. A blue-sky, sunshiney, 63-degree kinda day. As I went by the park this morning and saw all the cute kids with their moms/caregivers, I thought back to the glory days (although I didn’t appreciat viagra sale e fully the glory at the time) of taking my…

Okay. So Clint Eastwood weighed in on the “second half” during the Super Bowl last week. Great commentary, I thought. Inspiring. Encouraging. Good stuff. (And I personally did NOT think there was any subliminal, political message hidden in there.)But that got me to thinking about our second half. Which we’re in, I hope you realize. We…