Year: 2013

Complaining is the metro New York area sport, and not only do we enjoy it, but we do it with panache.  We complain about politics, the weather, and each other with such hyperbole and gusto, that we have brought it to an art.  This is a life-long habit/sport/artform for most of us – so much…

From my early teen years to college years, my parents and I used to go out once a week to the Rustler Steak House as our big night out.  It was one of the few places where Dad and I could gorge ourselves on the salad bar, and Mom would be satisfied with her little…

This Veterans Day has me thinking about the men and women sacrificing everything to serve and protect our country, and for this, I want to say thank you.  Davin’s Den has friends and fans in the military, so some may think that this is pandering, but I am sincere in my gratitude to those people…

It was a beautiful day about a month and a half ago, I was running on time for the start of the show and it was a nice ride. As I pass a cop on the side of the road he tells me to pull over. When you get pulled over by a cop besides…

I was just re-reading a book by Patti Boyd, one-time wife of both George Harrison and Eric Clapton (not simultaneously, but nearly), and the topic of groupies came up in my mind. Not to say that Pattie was a groupie at all – she was a woman who was attracted to musicians and they in…

Pip Wrote: Joe Hurray!  Joe Currie is dead!  Although he was known to have died on stage numerous times, he actually just really and truly died yesterday in his sleep from a tragic canned goods avalanche.  Joe was known to one and all as an angry man, he was prone to occasional  bouts of happiness…

I never used to have insomnia.  As a matter of fact, people have often commented to me on how envious they are regarding how quickly I can fall asleep and stay asleep.  It was one blessing I could always count upon…until recently. During this uncharacteristic spate of sleeplessness, I try to do something as boring…

There is nothing like a good stomach virus to remind you of how well you actually feel when you are not sick.  Perhaps I should not have called it a “good” stomach virus – there is nothing good about it.  Two days of waiting for the next episode of something horrible to happen, no notice…

A couple of years ago, I was in Atlantic City for a work conference, and I was in one of those little stores they have on the boardwalks and in the casinos that are full of snacks, overpriced souvenirs and the sundries that traveling people sometimes forget to pack.  The sales clerk seemed a little…

At the tail-end of this 40-year historical low in mortgage rates (or so they say – I didn’t exactly investigate that for authenticity), my husband and I are in the middle of re-financing our mortgage.  I figured that even dropping a few percentage points from our current rate would be worth the usual scrutiny and…

When I was a child, my family would sometimes go up to Vermont to visit my grandmother and grandfather for a week during the summer.  I remember those trips very fondly.  Days of swimming at Lake Dunmore, wandering around the large field behind the house, playing with my cousins who sometimes visited, and exploring the…

I know that the perverted section of our audience are squirming around in their seats with the pants down after reading that title, but really, this isn’t going to be about what you are thinking.  Pull your pants up, for crying out loud.  Or leave them down if you need a good airing out, as…

Okay, I think I am well on my way to becoming Hallmark’s Maxine. I was in a post office, not my usual one, to mail a package. I was the only customer, and there were two very nice clerks.  I was busy getting my package together, and heard the clerks whisper to each other about…

Here’s the thing about being in an irritable mood at work:  Men get to be grumpy.  Women only get to be PMSing bitches. Nobody says to a man who’s in a bad mood, “Hey Frank, do you have too much testosterone today or something?”, or assumes nosey things about bodily functions.    No.  A man in…

Much to my clumsily combined dismay and amusement, I find that I have passed one of the inevitable mileposts in the march to old age.  I have begun to reminisce about “the good old days”.  Recently, I have found myself having conversations that begin with “back in the day” or “when we were young” with…

Before the internet arrived, bringing with it a whole new way of shopping for both material goods and mating material, people used to place personal ads in the newspaper to look for love.  Back in those olden days, when I was single and not very adept at meeting men of dating calibre, I answered one…

As you have probably heard from the show, I am a crazy cat lady.  My husband and I share the house with six cats, and while we don’t send them to the spa, buy them jewelry or serve their dinner in crystal dishes, I would daresay that they are pretty spoiled.  They live in a…

I’m expecting… …a new laptop.  It should be arriving any moment, if the Fed Ex tracking information is to be believed.  It was conceived in a place I had never heard of before, Kunshan City, China, and then onto Shanghai, and then soon to my door, in a ridiculously fast turnaround time from order to…