Country wonder Kenny Rogers said Saturday at the end of his concert at the University of Mary Washington, that he’s been hiding behind a curtain for 30 years when it’s time for the encore.
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While we are pulling our hair out at the insanity of politicians in Washington, D.C., we are at a crossroads in our own county. We have an election coming up in November with several constitutional offices, three supervisor districts, three school board districts, two soil and water directors and state legislative seats on the ballot.
Should I sweat like a mule or smell like a woman? A man on the road has to make tough decisions.
Dear Emily: I’m kind of “old school,” and like to rent DVDs from a video store every week, opposed to downloading rentals over the Internet or using pay per view. I like the experience of walking around the store and looking at new and old movies. The problem is, there are a very few stores in my neighborhood, and the one closest to my house has an employee who makes me uncomfortable. He flirts with me constantly, despite my explaining I am not interested. He is bordering on harassing, and making me not want to go in there. – Cinema Setback
Gidgit is a sweet and affectionate kitty looking for a new home all of her own.
Here's the lowdown on what's up in D.C.-area theaters, clubs and concert venues.
Dear Emily: I started a new job less than a month ago, and I haven’t really had time to make friends yet. When I started, the company was in the middle of a really complicated time-consuming sales deal they were trying to put together. Now the deal is complete and the big boss is throwing an office party. I feel very awkward about going. As I said, I don’t know many people, plus I feel like the party is to celebrate everyone’s hard work on this recent deal, and I really wasn’t part of it—so why should I go and celebrate? Does it really matter if I go?— Party Pondering
There before me was rolling farmland, pastures and hills now brown from the late fall frost but beautiful and quiet on this chilly November afternoon.
In a recent survey I just made up, 67 percent of respondents said they have considered whacking a friend or family member with a sock full of nickels and jamming a large chunk of fruitcake down his/her throat because he/she would not stop whistling “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.”
Dear Emily: How much do you think is too much when getting kids Christmas presents?
Would I rather have two angry acquaintances force feed me my beard or fend off my enraged significant other as she attempts to slice her tattooed name from my neck? That’s a tough one.
I have now portrayed one of the world’s most beloved characters, Santa Claus, the jolly old elf who breaks into homes and leaves treats for good little boys and girls, and one of the most feared, Michael Myers, the indestructible “Halloween” movie-franchise killer who breaks into homes and violently dispatches promiscuous teens and anyone else in his way.
In a landmark ruling, a New York Supreme Court justice said it's OK to sue a 4-year-old child.
Dear Emily: Some girls at my school have taken videos of me with their cell phones and put them on YouTube to make fun of me. I am overweight, and they think it is funny to record me eating lunch or running during gym and then make mean comments. If I tell my parents, I know they will do something to embarrass me even more. What do I do? — Screaming Mad
How many journalists does it take to restart a stalled forklift?
It was the first time in my life I regretted knowing nothing about pot roast.
As a non-attorney spokesperson, I have a duty to keep my thumb on the wildly-racing pulse of the world's legal proceedings, providing readers with critical information on judicial matters that affect their lives, especially on weeks when there is nothing but sand at the bottom of my creative well.
Dear Emily: My boyfriend “Ken” and I were driving around town the other night, when he hit a parked car. He didn’t leave a note. He didn’t even get out to see if there was any damage to the car he hit. Emily, what does this say about Ken? Maybe he isn’t the nice, responsible guy I thought he was.— Second Thoughts
In less than two years, if the state does not wisely enact a new set of highly restrictive motor vehicle laws to prevent it, my daughter will be a licensed driver.
Contrary to what some people may have read, the men who work at my newspaper do not share a collective girlfriend who enjoys four-wheeling.
It's not often I check my e-mail and find an apology for the accidental release of a deadly reptile into a city neighborhood.
Dear Emily: My best friend, who is 16, just got dumped by her boyfriend of six months. She is acting like it is the end of the world. It is really annoying and I know she is just doing it for attention. But I will come across like a complete jerk if I accuse her of this. So how do I get her to move on and stop complaining? — Tired of the Drama
I was sweaty, out of breath and in no mood to have a long theological discussion with a rodeo clown.
Dear Emily: I love my job, but I can’t stand the commute. I feel like I spend half of my life in traffic. I asked my boss if I could work from home once in awhile, and he said no. I don’t know if I can continue to live this way. Should I quit? — Slave to I-66
I have sad news for politicians who pack my mailbox with letters seeking contributions from the fellow who used to own my house.
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