When Good Service Goes Bad
OK everybody, you can come out now, the holidays are officially over. It’s safe. Who doesn’t love spending a little off time with the family? And it’s great to be able to hang out with friends. It’s all good, except for the preparation. I don’t mind the cooking and the cleaning. I just hate the getting out there, having to deal with the traffic, and the incompetence that is running rampant in the stores.
Home for the Holidays
December and January are nothing if not synonymous with the Holidays. Whether it’s Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, Ramadan, or if you chose to side with George Costanza father, Frank, and celebrate Festivus, a holiday for the rest of us, get out the aluminum pole, Christmas tree, menorah, kinara candles and meet me in the next paragraph.
‘Tis Almost the Season
Just around this time of year I start longing for home, because nothing comes close to fall like fall in New England. I miss the feeling of fall, the first night when you notice the chill in the air, just enough to grab a blanket for the couch. I miss the smell of fall, fireplaces, hot cider, coco, tea with cinnamon and vanilla. The way fall looks, the vivid reds, bright yellows and the shades of burnt orange in between, hayrides and pumpkin patches. The sound of fall leaves crunching underfoot, the crackling and popping of burning logs.
However, nothing says fall like the granddaddy of all holidays, Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving, a real non-partisan holiday, it’s all inclusive, and as far as I know, still hasn’t offended anyone – yet.
It’s All A Game - Who Knew
There are some rites of passage that everyone goes though.
Birth, graduation, first kiss, first well, you know, car-shopping experience. After 98,658 miles, I had to say goodbye to one of my best friends, my Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo. Heartbreaking as that was, it was nothing in comparison to the ordeal of finding a replacement – on a budget.
The Rude, Crude and Socially Unacceptable
I think somewhere we’ve lost having respect for other people. In fact, sometimes we can be downright selfish.
You’re at a romantic little restaurant, maybe for a special occasion even. However, instead of the quiet music playing softly in the background, there’s a crying baby. It’s 10 PM – crying baby!
Copyright © 2007 Michelle Kaplan. Blog is Powered by WordPress.
WordPress Template is a Phycel Designs Creation and Hosted by Phycel Hosting.