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I have been getting several calls over the past week from a computerized voice that is offering to lower my credit card fee. No number shows up on caller ID - it says Private Caller or something like that. The recorded message is so vague that I can't actually tell if its my actual credit card provider (Bank of America) or some random sales pitch. ( Read more... )

I got home last night around 11:00, threw on my PJs and jumped into bed with the TV on. My plan was to stay up and watch a bit of SNL, but instead I got sucked into the best infomercial ever.

Tony Orlando was pitching Romancing the 70s from TimeLife. Growing up in a household whose family radio rarely strayed from KCTC (those who live in Sacramento ( Read more... )

I spent most of last night transfixed in front of my television set ( Read more... )

First Mervyn's, now Gottschalks ( Read more... )

I am making a huge pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. Also known as "the soup nobody really loves but me."  I'm okay with that, because it means more soup for me. And tonight is a soup kind of night. Its been cold and windy out all day, and I have a ton of shows on Tivo that I've need to catch up on. The equation is ripe for soup ( Read more... )

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Books:

1. Nineteen Minutes - Jody Picoult
2. How Starbucks Saved My Life - Michael Gates Gill
3. Out of my Depth - Emily Barr
4. I Killed: True Stories of the Road
5. Water for Elephants - Sara Gruen

1. As soon as you pull out of the parking lot at Target, you'll inevitably remember five other things you need to buy there ( Read more... )

Dear Sacramento Bee:

I still love you. I really do. As long as you put out a paper, I'll be a subscriber.

That said...

Please don't try to pull one over on me. Really, it's not hip.

I have a weekend subscription - that's Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. That's all I have time to read these days. I know, sad, but that's the way life is sometimes.

You want ( Read more... )