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Dear Bed Bath & Beyond,

I can’t help but want to shop at your locales.  Your selection of cutting boards, egg slicers, throw pillows and towel racks is vast.  In your store, I’m forced to ponder questions like, “Do I need a silicone whisk and a stainless steel whisk?” and “Would I use an egg ring, to get those perfectly round poached eggs?”  The answer is more often than not, no.  Nevertheless, Bed Bath & Beyond, you make me think!

Lately, however, I’m thinking  you’re not quite in touch with reality.  Or maybe it’s me.  But, I hope it’s the first.  Specifically, your ads for college supplies seem, well, a bit … over-the-top?  See picture below. 

Really, Bed Bath & Beyond? 

Do parents really have the money to make their college kid’s dorm look like an HGTV host threw up on it?  Are lava lamps still cool?  And those fresh, clean walls?  (My dorm walls were of the gruel-colored, faux-brick type.  I could barely get ticky tack to stick to them ensuring my Madonna poster stayed put.) 

Wondering in West Palm,


There was a time when liquor and I, well, were broken up.  There were a few short-term breaks here and there, but we managed to stay friendly throughout the college years.  Then, one day I decided to just cut out liquor drinks completely.  On occasion – a friend’s birthday, a hen’s party, Saturday night – I would force down half a shot.  But otherwise, no more Captain and Cokes.  Adios Red Bull & vodka.  Sayonara chocloate martini. 

And, like lightening strikes, I suddenly craved a margarita!  On the rocks.  With salt.  If you’re buying 😉  Was it the salt?  The lime?  Or…the tequila!?  I never really cared for tequila before – and I still don’t think I do.  In any event, I don’t know where the craving came from, but the combination certainly is heavenly today.

So, I’m about 55 minutes early typing this, but here’s to National Tequila Day – July 24.  Cheers to the Margarita; the Tequila Sunrise; the Long Island Ice Tea; the Tequila Mockingbird…. 


It’s fantastic to be young.  It’s unfortunate we don’t realize that until we’re old(er).  My brother-in-law  (really, isn’t there a better term by now?!  “___-in-law” seems so…legal!!) recently graduated high school and I was able to attend the ceremony.  I haven’t been to a graduation since my own, and this one showed me what 18 is like today – full of ideals; firm on your soap box; elated to be free from parental reign soon; unsure of the future; pleased at your own success of graduating high school.  Is this what I was like at 18?  Probably.  Or maybe not.  I remember thinking that graduating high school wasn’t really a big deal.  Why were parents crying and offering gifts of flowers and balloons?  Why were kids screaming like they just won a $10 million dollar lottery?  For me, it was just high school.  I knew this was just another step to climb over on my educational journey. 

The question, “Should I go to college?” never crossed my mind.  It was assumed.  Period.  You finish high school and then graduate college, that’s how it was in my house.  There wasn’t a sit down with the ‘rents telling me how important SATs and ACTs and college essays were.  There wasn’t a family meeting to see if I should go to a university or a community college, or to go somewhere far away or around the block.  Instead, I guess, it was always implied in my parents’ actions.  Besides, going away to college meant FREEDOM.  Cookies for breakfast, naps at 3pm, frat parties…you don’t get that stuff at home. 

I remember my guidance counselor in high school, ahh Mrs. Goodrich, tall with round glasses and gentle eyes, asked me what colleges I applied to.  When I told her the University of Florida, she responded, “That’s nice.  I think you should apply to FAU or PBCC as well, don’t you?”  I didn’t, and I didn’t do it.  Another assumption on my part; I assumed I would get into UF and didn’t see why I needed options.  I didn’t understand why an adult wanted me to build a net in the event of failure.  If I was confident in myself, why wasn’t she?  Again, to be 18 and full of ideals – and I guess assumptions.  My dad always says, “You know what happens when you assume?  You make an ass out of you and me.”  True, mostly.  Fortunately, this assumption panned out in my favor.  In retrospect, I totally should have applied to another college.  You know, just in case 😉   

In any event, it’s great to be 18 and I hope all the graduating seniors out there take a moment to remember this time in life when things are relatively breezy.  Remember to have fun.  Not that 20, or 25, or 30, or 50 isn’t fun (have you hung out with anybody retired?!  Party, party, party!), but you have more to lose.  (You think losing your car is bad, or your fake i.d.?  Try losing your house or job.)  Being 18 means you’re on the precipice of adulthood.  While you’re still young enough to be slightly irresponsible and make poor decisions without having major repercussions, you’re old enough to leave the ‘rents behind and be legally punished.

There is a lot going on these days.  A lot.  On top of the general business of life & work, we’re supposed to make time to blog, tweet, post and update all of these social networking sites that have become….well, everywhere!  I admit, I have MySpace and Facebook pages, and I find the posts and updates on people’s pages to be amusing – getting nails done, having tea, enjoying the day off work, so sleepy….  And, Twitter – I can’t really go there because I don’t have an account and have never left a “tweet.”  However, Twitter has been all the buzz lately.  I heard one comment in favor of Twitter because it encouraged tight, edited & well thought out writing.  Really?  Going to college does that, too.  And so does taking a writing course or two.  Or, you could read William K. Zinsser’s On Writing Well.  (One of the best books I was forced to buy while in college, and yes, it’s still on my bookshelf.)  But, I guess those things aren’t newsworthy or very cool. 

Why are we so obsessed with knowing…everything all the time?!  And, it’s not just the kids doin’ it!  Marketers of social media sites, pat yourself on the back.  You’ve managed to rope in all demographics – from 17 to 70, it seems everybody’s online somewhere.  


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