There are many things in my office that aggravate me.  Mostly it is the piles of paper that never seem to go away -- like an annoying child.  They just get moved around or replaced by another pile.  Our carpeting has to be replaced, and there is a piece of metal that was sticking out on my desk that scratched my brand new chair.  Working can be a bitch.  

December 13 and we're in the throws of the Holiday season. Hannukah, Christmas, Kwanza to name three. Advertisers are in full swing and we are looking for deals. Have you already shopped or, like me, you're a last minute shopper?

Two weeks ago I posted my "No Thanks Given" blog (listing my reaction to irksome conduct of others) on the day after Thanksgiving and received a healthy 19 comments. The comment which motivates and foretold this blog came from Dinner Group member Ted Lanzaro who wrote: All of these are "princess problems".  Being truly grateful means being thankful for the good things in life despite petty nuisances. Today, probably in your neighborhood:Someone is terminally illSomeone has lost a childSomeone has lost a parent

It was to be expected. The other evening we were caught in one of the many protests in New York City after the non-indictment in the death of Eric Garner. We were in our car, leaving the City and traffic came to a halt. Protesters, accompanied by police, blocked the road, walked past our stopped car in the opposite direction and were gone.

This week the New York Rangers held a Press Conference announcing one of their best free agent signings yet.  A young kid out of New Jersey named Chris Falcone.    

Over the years, I have heard more than a snicker or two as I ordered a glass of wine. I am not shy about my order. I ask for my sweet white wine loudly and clearly. Seriously, at Passover I look forward to the Heavy Malaga Concord Grape Manischewitz. That should give you an idea about how sweet is sweet in my world.

You cannot turn on the television, radio, or even your computer without hearing that another woman has come forward to claim that she was assaulted by Bill Cosby. When I see the photographs of a seventy-seven year old Mr. Cosby, I almost feel sorry for him. Then, however, I listen to the story of the alleged victims and my sympathy for him dissipates and is replaced by sorrow for his alleged victims.