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The best of intentions ...
Written by Nancy Spencer   
Monday, February 11, 2013 10:10 AM | Updated ( Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:19 PM )


Here it is halfway through February already.

There are still several things that went on my to-do list earlier in the year yet to be checked off.

As I write this, I am surrounded by paper. It’s on my left, on my right, all around me. Arrrg!

I cleared out a file drawer last January and had the best intentions of cleaning up some but now all I see are bigger piles of agendas and the like. Yikes! I better get busy.

Time just seems to slip away. I start working on something and I tell myself I’ll get to the filing when I’m done and then something else comes up and then the phone rings and then someone asks me a question and the next thing I know, I’m jetting out the door and it didn’t get done.

It’s probably going to take a Saturday or Sunday afternoon to accomplish this task. I’ll just pencil that right in. I make a list, sometimes daily, with the most important things I want to accomplish at the top. Well, my messy desk doesn’t seem to make it anywhere on that list. Maybe I’ll have a few minutes after I get this column done to tuck a few things away in a file. Then again, probably not.

Let’s check that list for Monday. Hmmm. I don’t believe I see filing on there at all. How odd. It needs done. Why isn’t it on the list?

Things seem to go that way at home, too. For example: I have two drawers at home with old paid bills, letters, cards, etc. I finally got that all-important “Round-tuit” and cleaned one out. I sorted and filed and filled shoe boxes and shredded — and repeat. Now it is home to my pajamas and where they were is now where my purses are and where they were is Christmas stuff I don’t want in the basement. Whew.

The second drawer? Don’t ask.

There was a sign on my mother’s desk at the Marathon station and subsequently at the garage on Pierce Street. It read, “Don’t touch my mess! I know where everything is.”

For the most part, the same is true of my desk at work. I can usually lay my hands on something in pretty short order. Sometimes, not so much.

Hey. Where did that list go?


Why did you come a callin?
Written by Nancy Spencer   
Monday, February 04, 2013 11:13 AM | Updated ( Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:19 PM )


This is so not how this was supposed to be. I quit smoking and my lungs were supposed to clear and I was adding years to my life and getting sick less.

Reality? Coughing, coughing, coughing. I thought perhaps it was my lungs purging more than 30 years of cigarette smoke but I don’t think so.

Throat hurts. Chest hurts. Head hurts. Probably got a fever. Yuck!

Flu bug, why did you have to visit me?

It was inevitable. You can’t hide from it. It gets us all - eventually.

But I was supposed to get a free pass this year because I quit smoking. It’s not fair.

So now I have to get this written, share my misery with you and go to bed. Is it cold enough out there for ya? I love walking the dog and having my nostrils freeze together. I’m just lucky this one is almost as cold as I am because he doesn’t have much fur. Sadie could stick it out for a while with her triple coat.

I’m ready for the heat wave today and I won’t even mind a little snow. I’m hoping to sleep in a bit and wake up to a white wonderland. It will look lovely while I snivel and cough.

I wonder if Buckeye Chuck and Punxsutawney Phil will agree today. I think it would be cool to have my own ground hog and hold a party each Groundhog Day and let everyone come over and see if my little guys sees his shadow – or not. So which will it be? Six more weeks of winter or an early spring? I’ll tell you a secret. Groundhog Day is about six weeks from the first day of spring. Coincidence? I don’t know, you tell me.

It would still be neat to have my own groundhog.

I’ve have been sleeping better since I quit smoking and that’s no laughing matter. I appreciate sleep and there’s nothing better than good sleep.

Things are starting to taste better, too. I didn’t think things tasted bad before so this could get interesting – and dangerous. There’s this thing about quitting smoking: it’s really hard and you find yourself trying to replace it with something and it’s usually food. I think Popsicles may be my saving grace.

There is one thing I hope I don’t do after officially becoming an ex-smoker. That would be to get down on people who still smoke. If anyone knows how hard it is, I do. It was a big decision to put it out there in a column and let everyone know.

When smokers talk about it, it’s kind of like a club. We all know how it is. We all know how much they control us and when one of us tries to quit and doesn’t make it, well, we all know that it’s hard and it may take more than one try. When we see someone smoking who said they were going to try and quit, we feel their pain. There’s no judging. We’re bummed because we thought maybe if they could do it, we could too.

So remember that. Not necessarily for me but for all those trying to shake the nicotine monkey off their back.


A little budgeting doesn’t hurt too much
Written by Nancy Spencer   
Monday, January 28, 2013 10:51 AM

While going through drawers, I came across a ledger my mother had kept the household budget in for years. The first entry dates back to 1956. She meticulously recorded every household expense from groceries, to doctor visits, to repairs.

Some are amusing to read. My brother got stitches removed for $2 and some odd cents in one particular week’s entry. Another notes that my mother bought material to make my sister two pairs of pajamas for $1.26.

Letter to the Editor~ Bonifas
Written by Staff Reports   
Monday, January 21, 2013 3:28 PM | Updated ( Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:18 PM )



One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, … 25, … 50, … 75, … 100, … 200, … 250, … 500, … 750, … 1,000, … 1,500, … 2,000, … 2,500, … 3,000, … 3,500 and more.


Just in the United States of America.

Sam Bonifas


Weddings and politics
Written by Chris Looser   
Monday, January 21, 2013 11:14 AM | Updated ( Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:19 PM )


Inauguration is upon us again. Hope springs again with all the pageantry, parades and balls. Let’s all keep our fingers crossed for better times ahead.

I haven’t been writing much the past year. My youngest decided to have a “destination” wedding and it seemed like every moment away from work was spent worrying about that. (And trust me…the worrying made all the difference in the world.)

But I have been looking back on the comparisons between politics, elections, inaugurations and wedding plans and they have quite a lot in common.

Wedding: You get the call. “Mom I’m getting married!” So we put all our plans on hold…vacations, remodeling… A party has to be planned. The excitement is unbelievable. You can’t wait to spread the news.

Politics: The candidates are announced. Choices abound. We are excited to hear every word about what will be happening, who will do what and what the future holds.

Wedding: As soon you begin your wedding planning, the choices become tougher and you get confused and frustrated trying to make decisions. You just want to please everyone.

Politics: I got confused and irritated in trying to make my decision. It seems like all the candidates are out to please EVERYONE because that is the key to being elected.

Wedding: You look at your check book and think “Why are we paying this much for some chicken and potatoes..?”

Politics: I look at my check book and say “Why are we paying this much for chicken and potatoes.”

Wedding: The calls are seemingly endless to the caterer, the wedding planner, the hotel and DJ. I know they are tired of me asking a zillion questions that probably a thousand people have asked before. BUT I NEED ANSWERS.

Politics: I know they are tired of us asking a zillion questions. BUT I NEED ANSWERS.

Wedding: The final emails and calls are flying as the big wedding day approaches. I dread looking at my email and hearing the phone ring again, wondering who needs what or what needs to go where.

Politics: I dread looking in my mailbox and hearing the phone ring.

Wedding: The wedding day has come. Lots of love for my daughter and her new hubby! Lots of hope, lots of happiness! Can things get any better than seeing their bright future?

Politics: The big day has come. The choice has been made. We all look to catch a glimpse of that brighter future.

Day after wedding: Just relieved it is all over and hope to get back to life. It’s then you realize things haven’t really changed for Bob and I. We will get back to our work and our lives. We have faith that the man we have entrusted with our daughter’s future realizes what a treasure he has.

Politics: Just relieved it is all over and hoping for a change. May the man we have trusted with our future realize what a treasure he has.