Neat commercial. Ear wax cleaner. Safe, easy to use. No more cotton sticks in the ear to puncture the eardrum. Great idea. Only twenty bucks.
Wait a minute. What are they saying now? Two for the price of one. We need one for each ear? Hold on there. That might not be a bad idea. Now thereâ€™s no need for a quick search for a hostess gift for the next party invite.
Oops, the guy is still talking. Whatâ€™s this about a small processing and handling fee for that second one?
This coming week, I'll be moving the rest of my things into my newly-renovated 1900-ish house and will officially become a resident of the fine community of DeLancey, better known to many as Adrian.
With the pending move, I started to get the itch for some new things last week. For example, I had a few plates and such, but I didn't have enough to host company if I had a housewarming party, so I decided to purchase a few new ones.
What a busy few weeks it has been since I last took pen to paper or fingers to keyboard â€” and it seems we are obsessed with the color green.
Here's what been happening: March Madness, Shamrock Shakes and Punxsy Phil has been indicted!
Yeah, this just in, breaking news, our own Punxsy Phil was accused of blowing his prediction of an early spring by a prosecutor in Cincinnati who must have nothing better to do than to indict groundhogs on a wrong prediction of when spring will arrive.
While I understand the importance of surrounding ourselves with silence on occasion, I must say that I'm not a fan of being somewhere that is completely quiet.
If I'm in a room, you can almost bet that there's either a television giving the latest sports news or a radio blaring something â€” from country to classic rock to Trans Siberian Orchestra (which is what I listen to when writing my columns!).
I like music for at least two reasons â€” it drowns out the silence that leaves me to think about whatever I'm trying to stop thinking about, and it speaks to me.
It's been a while since I had the chance to write an article about a sports game, as my change to editor some time back pulled me out of the sports realm and made it so that my schedule actually prevented me from attending most games.
Still, last Saturday, as I sat in the stands at the District IX basketball playoffs, I couldn't shake the constant urge to be looking for "the story" â€” and more importantly, the perfect headline â€” for the game as it unfolded.
So what's the deal with the letter "W"?
I can't be the first person to notice that it is clearly just two Vs standing beside each other.
It bothers me that when roll call was going on for the original alphabet, two understudy Vs grouped together and have been called a letter ever since.
It's time those 'Vs' fess up and reveal what they are, just a couple common Vs standing too close together!
It would make more sense for two 'U's to pull this shenanigan, since it's called a "double U", not a "double V."
The letter W is a liar and I hate it.
We live in a constantly changing world, don't we? Technology has made life far more interesting â€” in ways both good and bad â€” and we are frequently involved in the process of deciding what we want to take part in and what we don't.
There is quite a bit of talk going around about the hot new phrase, "increasing my online presence."
Businesses are saying it: "We need to increase our online presence to reach out to more and more customers."
Organizations are saying it: "We need to increase our online presence to let folks know exactly what we're all about."
It all started last Sunday with a glance in the mirror â€” so many things start by glancing in the mirror.
If you've seen me lately, you know that I've been "letting myself go," as some people might see it.
Truth be told, I just like my hair long, and I like to have a beard.
So, it's not that I've forgotten to shave, it's just that I like me this way.
But that leads me to the mirror.
When my hair's short and my beard's well-trimmed, I have very little maintenance work to do.
Typically, I get toweled off after a shower and shake my head.
Just had a look at this last week's newspaper and found out I almost missed it.
A next-town-over restaurant was advertising its pie for only $1.99 a slice, which would mean that one pie alone could rake in almost sixteen bucks.
Not bad for February being National Pie Month.
The bad part of having this column published on the last Saturday of the month is that we missed some really neat days to celebrate.
If you asked me back when I graduated high school â€” just 13 years ago â€” what the American Dream was, I would have told you, "If you work hard, you'll get what's coming to you."
That was the American Dream of my childhood. We were brought up being told that hard work and determination can go a long way.
Now, it didn't promise us all kinds of wealth or a pain-free life. It was just a way of life.
Even in my short time on this earth â€” in this country â€” the American Dream has become skewed.