For many people, Labor Day was the last chance to head to the lake for a little water-skiing and boating – a last blast of summer. In the old days, it used to mean the start of the school year.
With the closing of the London Olympics earlier this month, I was impressed with the United States team's 104 medal count leading the way over other countries, with some competitors even receiving multiple medals. While I stress that making the US Olympic team is quite an honor in itself, I also accept that not all of the competing 539 US athletes received a medal – and rightfully so since the games are a highly competitive event.
So I'm feeling a little out of the loop.
I'm not sure how it happened - I suspect cocktails were involved - but somehow I went from being a cheer mom to a cheer coach for the Rookie Stampede squad.
Summer is in full swing and I was able to cash in a few hours of vacation time recently. Half of it was spent getting to and from the destination, but regardless it was an enjoyable break.
Summer has arrived. As the weather heats up, it's critical for beachgoers and outdoor fun-seekers to be sun-safe.
The Upper Sacramento River turns back and forth in riffle, run, pool sequences for 30-some miles providing a buffet of great fishing opportunities.
Why just because I was born and raised in England I should be considered an expert on English life and customs and especially its monarchy I have never been able to understand.
A few weeks ago I shared something incredibly personal with the community through my column. I hoped that in sharing my experience, it might resonate with as well as encourage others in their own personal journey.
Happy June! The sun is shining, kids are heading into summer vacation and the round of graduations, weddings and backyard get-togethers have just begun. Each June, in addition to these activities we take time to celebrate June Dairy Month – an observation of not only a delicious, diverse and nutritious food but also the dairy farm families who bring it to the table.
Like all organizations today finances for a hospital are challenging. Yet, for the first 10 months of this fiscal year (July, 2011 to April, 2012) the hospital has generated revenues in excess of expenses (a profit) of $458,000. We are well ahead of our projected loss for the same period of $293,000!
Napoleon once said that a dog teaches us a lesson in humanity. As a big-time dog lover, I tend to believe the truth of that especially with my recent scholarly experience with the subject.
Except for a strange early afternoon wind that acted like a mini twister and uprooted a handful of tents in a corner of the soccer field, the 2012 Oakdale edition of Relay For Life can go down as a success.
Call it fate or coincidence but it seems, at the very least thought-provoking, that two weeks before the Oakdale Relay For Life event April 28, I would be going through my own personal cancer scare.
I joined MOPS, Mothers of Preschoolers, last year as a participant. At the urging of my friend and the fearless leader of the group, Tracy Mota, I decided to devote two mornings a month to myself. So on the first and third Thursday of every month, I go to River Oak Grace Church in Oakdale for fun, fellowship and really great food.
There comes a time when you just have to part with things.
Whether you are an ardent sports fan or just a casual observer you really can't go wrong taking a few minutes out of your schedule to sit down and watch the Olympic Games. Chances are, you get one of the many channels that are carrying them, with nearly nonstop action all day, depending on where you turn.
It's bedtime at Villa Paloma and as I make my way upstairs after turning off the lights and ensuring doors are locked, comes the time where I need to make my claim on what's left of the real estate on our California king as the TV flickers the nightly news.
All right, I can tell on myself. This column and the ones our reporters periodically provide for this page are due on the Friday before the next Wednesday's paper. Typically, a 5 p.m. Friday deadline, though I have been known to let people email them to me on a Saturday as long as I know it's coming and can still get it proofread in time for the page to be built. But it has been an extremely busy time for me so I gave myself a break and put the deadline off until – yikes! – Monday. Besides, I ...
What did I get for Christmas?
Some people just aren't meant to wear heels.
It's the middle of December and I still have pumpkins on my front doorstep.
I'm taking a chance by voicing an unpopular, politically incorrect position on a contemporary issue, but from me, this shouldn't come as a surprise.
November is such a busy month, leading right up to an equally hectic December, that it literally feels like a lifetime ago I wrote my last column.
Some people may not realize it, but there are actually two ways to get Medicare benefits.
Another year is coming close to an end. Every year seems to go by faster and faster. I have heard after a certain age everything starts rolling downhill. I don't believe that is entirely true, but I do believe the speed has increased each year.
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Timewise, we have fallen back, hopefully taking advantage of that extra hour of sleep over the weekend. Daylight Saving Time has ended and we have, incredibly, entered the final two months of the year with major holiday celebrations fast approaching. Halloween is over; recent windy days have kicked up swirls of leaves and the possibility of rain has returned to the forecast.
They say you can never go back. Well you can. But it will have changed and nostalgia will be all that remains. On a recent trip to England which I left for the United States more than 50 years ago, I got to visit the primary school that my sister and I attended when we were seven or eight years old.
There's something special when the leaves turn, days start to get shorter, the weather cools, and you start to feel a tingle of a nip in the air.