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Opinion

  • So who were you kissing at midnight on New Year’s Eve? That seems to be a big question every year.
    I was kissing the same man that I’ve kissed for the past 20 years. That’s 20 years of living together; 1,040 weeks of co-habitating; 7,300 days of saying good morning; and millions of kisses.
    Russell and I will soon reach a milestone, our 20th anniversary. And I hope to be kissing that man every New Year’s Eve for a very long time.
    Has it always been easy? Definitely not. Did I think we would make it to this point? Yes and no.

  • Many have heard the term “Don’t shoot the messenger.” We may need to create a new term after the sentiments expressed by Rainbow Springs’ residents in today’s and last week’s issue of the Riverland News, “don’t shoot your neighbor.”
    That’s right.
    If the messenger had nothing to do with the bad news, how much less does the business community of Dunnellon have to do with the City Council’s decision to purchase water utilities in Rainbow Springs and Juliette Falls and tack on a 25 percent surcharge?

  • There is no way I can write this column without sounding like I am bragging.
    You will have to trust me on this. I am not.
    By now you can tell my life is an open book. I write pretty much about everything — the good, the bad and the ugly.
    We are human and we make mistakes. We atone and if we are lucky enough we learn to laugh at the stupid things we do. When I make a fool of myself, you read about it.
    Therefore, when someone else makes a fool of themselves I am going to let you know.

  • Is everybody as shocked as I am that 2011 is over and gone? I know they said the older I get the faster the years would go by, but this is ridiculous. So now I’m wondering what this year will bring as we delve into 2012.
    First, and foremost, I hope all our military men and women get to come home from Iraq and Afghanistan and all those horrible places.

  • Perhaps the past advice we’ve attempted to share with city leaders fell upon deaf ears, or maybe they just had blinders on.
    Instead, the burden of $14-plus million in bond obligations has fallen on the shoulders of the taxpayers and soon-to-be users of city-managed utility systems.
    And the burden is likely to be a lot heavier after the City Council’s most recent decision to purchase a pair of utility systems, including the previously privately owned Rainbow Springs system.

  • I would like to take the time to recognize and thank the people that assisted in making the 2011 Dunnellon Christmas Parade a success! It takes a village to have a successful parade! I requested help and to my delight many people stepped forward to help!
    It could not have been accomplished without a lot of hard work behind the scenes, during the event, or prior to the first float arriving.
    Nicky Aiken from Rainbow Springs State Park helped design the Christmas Parade flyer that was emailed to all Chamber of Commerce members and posted at various businesses.

  • ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house everyone was scurrying around like a mouse.
    The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care, but we almost forgot to fill them, what a scare.
    The children well they’re asleep in their own homes across town, and I’m glad they left so we could finally get down
    To the task at hand, the job of St. Nick. I wish it could all get done with the wave of a stick and Russell in his PJ’s, and I in my shift, are settled down to wrap the remaining 100 gifts.

  • Mom’s mad. She said I have to stop telling everyone I am a slob.
    She didn’t raise a slob. She raised a clutterbug. Evidently, there is a difference.
    Either way, my life is a mess!
    No matter how much crap I throw away, it all seems to find its way back. I don’t know how it happens, but every surface of my house is filled with paper and stuff.
    Where does it all come from? Someone else must be living in the house besides me. I couldn’t have made this mess all by myself.

  • I hope everybody enjoyed their Thanksgiving and spent the day with loved ones. We celebrated our first official turkey day with all the trimmings in our new home.
    Last year, we moved in on Thanksgiving weekend, so we really didn’t have a traditional dinner. We opted for a barbeque in the backyard instead. So this was the first of many to come. I hope to create years of memories right here in this house.

  • I’m not quite sure what I was thinking last Thursday. Maybe I was drunk on the smoked turkey with all the fixings. Perhaps had I just stuck to Wild Turkey, I would have stayed home.
    But no, there I was behind a group of moms and grandmas waiting for the 10 o’clock bell to sound to grab a few sets of pajamas.
    I never heard the bell; there was no countdown, no announcement. I was off in my own little world. Mistake No. 1.
    Mass hysteria ensued. I’m pretty sure I saw a couple of elbows flying.

  • No, not that “F” word. Oh, what the heck, yeah, that “F” word, too!
    I am thinking of “F” as in failure. When I turned 49, I set two goals for myself. I didn’t go for anything lofty like world peace or ending hunger.
    It has been said that change starts at home. I figure I could start there and work my way out. When you start seeing a lot of years behind you, you begin to look backward rather than forward. I didn’t like what I saw, so I have been working very hard at becoming a better human being.

  • I see my son-in-law shake his head as he watches my granddaughter, Dominique, growing up. It’s going to be alright, I want to tell him. Yet, I know he won’t believe me. For you see, she has discovered boys and that is the end of the world in which she’s existed very happily for the past 12 years. And daddies don’t like to let go.

  • My mother and I are always getting into trouble. It doesn’t involve cops, handcuffs or bail, but if we’re together things are bound to go wrong. We don’t plan these things, they just happen and it’s always when just the two of us are together.

  • Usually, I never turn my phone off, just in case of an emergency. Saturday night, after a long week of work, I crashed, having fallen asleep with my oldest son, Jackson. That’s not to say I slept through the night, I awoke from my slumber and checked the time – it was shortly after 1 o’clock Sunday morning.
    I grabbed my phone, hoping I hadn’t missed anything major.
    The text messages came rolling in, from my mother no less:

  • I’m “The Other Guy” and have been so for most of my journalistic career. Honestly, I’m not really sure many folks pay much attention to the name of the column; they’re reading what the columnist is ranting about for the week.
    But I must admit I’ve always taken pride in just how the title of my column came about. Sure I’ve thought about changing it throughout the past 11 years since relocating from Kansas.

  • I turn 50 in December. This means the inevitable is coming. I am not thinking about death.
    No, it is another unpleasant inevitable.
    I don’t like saying it because it is a word old ladies use. I find it hard to say menopause because I am only 24 in my head. That is not a topic a 24-year-old would think about.
    I was telling a friend I was not looking forward to living with hot flashes for the next 30 years. Since she has experience with this issue, she suggested I try an herbal supplement, which suppresses hot flashes.

  • I turn 50 in December. This means the inevitable is coming. I am not thinking about death.
    No, it is another unpleasant inevitable.
    I don’t like saying it because it is a word old ladies use. I find it hard to say menopause because I am only 24 in my head. That is not a topic a 24-year-old would think about.
    I was telling a friend I was not looking forward to living with hot flashes for the next 30 years. Since she has experience with this issue, she suggested I try an herbal supplement, which suppresses hot flashes.

  • Quick, what’s the first thing you think of when I say witches, ghosts and goblins? Halloween? Fun? Thrills and Chills?
    Well, I say, no thanks. For you see, I’m just a big ole scaredy-cat, a chicken, a downright wimp when it comes to anything that can cause terror or fear. If you say fright, I say good night.   
    With Halloween right around the corner, thoughts are turning to anything and everything that will scare the pants off of people. But the only part of trick or treat that I like is the candy.

  • * By Michelle-O-Gram Foundation *

  • Although many people would argue that Florida has no fall season, I beg to differ.
    Not only do we have one, but it’s probably our best time of the year. There’s definitely a notable change in the air right now.
    OK, our leaves don’t turn colors, but the “dog days” of summer are over. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the summertime but I look forward to this change every year as I’m sure many of you do, too.