Friday, November 28, 2014

Linda's Letters

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Let's talk food.

Normally, it's my favorite topic to talk about.

Not this week.

I got zapped with a gastrointestinal infection. I haven't eaten anything but crackers, chicken broth soups and Jell-O for a week.

I've been chugging Gatorade like a Pittsburgh Steeler line defenseman on an August 100-degree practice day in Heinz Field. (Doctor's orders. You would never find this God-awful sweet-tasting stuff near my lips otherwise! Ugggghhhhh!)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Spring. Out of the four seasons, she is the ditz of the bunch.

Spring is capricious, flirty and maybe just a wee bit confused.

The confusion might start with not knowing when her actual birthday is.

Ever since I can remember, the first day of Spring was March 21.

Now it's March 20.

Monday, March 14, 2011

I'd say I love my job 99.9 percent of the time. But, there's that little .1 percent where I really hate it. That's when I realize the amazing power of words.

It is never my intention for my words to hurt anyone. Yet, every once in a great while, it happens.

I received a phone call from a very unhappy reader and by the time I hung up, I was almost as unhappy as she was.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

I've got a snowball rolling and it's building momentum. I think it may be out of control. Where it finally lands and what destruction it will leave behind in its wake is too soon to tell.

See, the flooring in our kitchen and dining room needed to be replaced. We both agreed we wanted hardwood floors.

We shopped around, got prices and finally agreed on the look we wanted. All we had to do was wait until our choice went on sale. It might be a few days, could be a couple of months. No hurry.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

As editor of the National Federation of Press Women's newsletter, The Agenda, I have the privilege of "meeting" people from all over the country, via emails and twice-a-year meetings.

This week I heard from Gail Rubin of New Mexico. She recently wrote a book, "A Good Goodbye: Funeral Planning for Those Who Don't Plan to Die."

While I'm sure it is a fascinating book chock full of very useful information, it was the conversation we had in regards to her upcoming speaking engagement in Nederland, Colorado, to promote her book, that touched my funny bone.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Visiting an antique mall in Adamstown recently, I was seriously checking out the merits of one old pewter plate to another when I heard the shop's owner ask a middle age gentleman if he had found anything he absolutely could not live without.

He looked up at a nearby stairway where a woman was coming down the steps.

"Just her," he said.

The owner of the shop and I both said at the same time, "Ahhhhhhhhh."

Neither the shop-owner nor I could leave it at that.

As the lady approached, I said, "He's a keeper."

Saturday, February 5, 2011

I love getting my country home catalogs. I store them like nuts and bring them out whenever I feel hungry for some "me time" to just sit and daydream about how I could redo my rooms. It's one of my most favorite winter pastimes.

Most of them feature signs to hang in your home like "Live Love Laugh."

I have a few signs like that throughout my house. One is "Simplify."

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Oh the things we eat

I love ground beef. It's a working woman's best friend in the kitchen. You can make anything with ground beef. Casseroles. Stews. Soups. Meatloaf. Lasagna. Spaghetti. The list is endless.

Over the last few years, I've begun substituting ground beef with ground turkey because it's better for you.

Harry eats just about everything except chicken.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

We officially rang in the New Year and anything is possible.

But before we go running wildly into 2011, I thought I'd wrap up 2010 by updating you on some loose ends from last year.

Our little Gracie Blundetto, who was born prematurely May 1 at 2 lbs. 2 oz., is now eight months old and weighs about 15 lbs. Medically, her corrective age is six months old and she is doing everything a six-month old baby should be doing. The doctor says she should be all caught up at 18 months old. She is a sweet dark-haired, green-eyed little beauty who has become the apple of everyone's eye.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

On Thanksgiving Day, our family sits around the table and composes our Christmas Wish Lists and then we make copies and hope Christmas Day we'll find exactly what we want under the Christmas tree.

My 10-year-old niece, Abby, used her dad's laptop and gave us a power-point presentation!

As I sat there with my paper and pencil trying to jot down her list I felt like I was in a business meeting with a high-powered executive.

There was one slight problem.

To this old dinosaur, it was like she was talking in a foreign language.