Radio pays like a bastard! Example - the late Rush Limbaugh is said to have left an estate of $600 million dollars.
Former wife Kathryn is getting the couple's $51 million house (purchased in 1992 for $3.98 million) not far from Mar-a-Lago and approximately a mile from his studio.
Study the tutorial on radio work - let yourself go fat - no one can see you on the radio and start raking in the gelt. Good luck! Rush certainly had it.
I happened across the book "Diana's Secret London," by Mark Saunders and Glenn Harvey in Dave's Old Books' biography shelves.
Today I address myself to the insane things collected. Diana's Secret London" is a collection of a series of walks to see her hairdresser, her psychic, coffee shop, department she favored - step in!
Undoubtedly I have mental problems of my own, but collecting, mapping, and publishing a book of maps of nothing but a celeb's various destinations and how to get to them seems ... strange.
In this case with five walks you'll be collecting a visit to the shoemaker for shoes that by then would be shreds of shoes.
There is also a judicious selection of gossipy tidbits and by and large, they do not do the recipients any good at all. In fact Diana herself was portrayed as what she undoubtedly was -- a 14 year old, emotionally. But to this day equally fatuous books are undoubtedly being written and pondered about. What's next? Diana's secret diseases - Doctor says, "She would have died anyhow." Shocking news - "The Princess of Hearts never brushed her teeth!"
The wonderful world of celebrities and their newsiness. Brace yourselves - Rush Limbaugh is on his way.
For some reason - phases of the moon or something? the jokes have been coming on like a hurricane. These particularly amused me and I hope they will, you, too.
Babies are smarter than we might think?
You can't baptize a cat, no matter how hard you might try
If Mom is bad at Dad, don't let her brush your hair! You'll be sorry.
You can't hide broccoli in milk.
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What happens if you get scared to death twice?
Is there ever a day when mattresses are NOT for sale? Where? Not in my neighborhood.
Did some financial planning and found that I can retire at 62 and live in comfort for 11 minutes
Aftermath of this plague -- you could wind up a Monk or Hunk or Chunk or Drunk. Be careful what you choose.
A hearty "Thank You!" to the gifted humorists who consistently send the gift of laughter. It's always welcome.
The other day we got a flyer from the St. Patrick's Cemetery offering to put a cellophane-looking cream and lavender cross, an "Easter Palm Cross Sale" for $35. Richie and his brother Charlie decided to get one for their parents' grave. Guess who got charged with this?
I I e-mailed a nice lady at the church who handles grave decoration and put in my order, giving her the names, of the two who get one. They were:
Richard and Mary Murphy, Richie and Charlies parents - recipients
Joseph and Kay, uncles to Richie and Charlie
Martin, the other uncle and Richie and self. Seven Murphys in all.
And then she wrote that she had so many Richard and Mary's that she couldn't be sure which pair is ours!
More weird -
Monday we attended my cousin Julie's funeral in Alhambra at St. Teresa's Church. The burial service graveside followed that and then to Ale House, 300 E Colorado Blvd where the food was absolutely delicious. If you ever make it there from Redondo Beach I urge you to try the blackened shrimp tacos laved with a house (very tasty) guacamole.
Altogether it's been a bit strange for the last two days.
Never go to the supermarket the day before Valentine's Day. Bouquets of flowers crowd the aisles not just the mini- flower market near the doors. Separate kiosks of liquors - champagne for example or pre-mixed in the bottle - like the opaque cream of coconut and rum. They provided worthy opponents to grocery carts.
As it happens our route to the market drifts lazily past a Mrs. Sees' Chocolates where the line to get in snaked across their parking lot. And it wasn't moving worth a damn either! Female companions whose Significant Other really did suffer for you when it came to the check-out counter! Hope you were wearing comfortable brogans or running shoes. You needed them!
It's your lunar year in Asian astrology. You're a celebrant, to, if you were born in these years -
'61- '73 - '85 - '97 - '09 - '21 along with these, your fellow oxen - Barack Obama, George Clooney and Napoleon Bonaparte. What kind of people are they and you for that matter? They are said to be calm, patient, stubborn but hate to be challenged.
You're said to get along well with Rats, Snakes, and Roosters. But history advises you to avoid Tigers, Dragons, Horses and Sheep. Fairly large crowd compared to who is compatible..
The element of the Ox is Earth
The energy you posses is Yin (what ever that means)
Your season is Winter. To which I would add and good luck on the Winter thing ... the snow is deep so far and unlikely to turn into Summer.
Enjoy your year - there won't be another for 12 years. Celebrate with enough Chinese Dumplings to get you easily through the Winter!
And if you haven't explored the Asian Zodiac - it can be fun - For example -
My sister - Rat
and weirdly her first grandchild is also a Rat! how often do you think that happens? Have a look as you stuff down the dumplings!
No reason to let those sissie Brits out-do us in breeding. Scant research turned up two - both, of course, with reality TV shows with big families as the attraction. I hate to think of the prurient thoughts going through the minds of any viewers with the Duggars - 21 and the Bates 19. So much for them; God bless them of course, but I knew and became a great friends with a member of a 19 children family.
I was a volunteer for the Beach Cities Health District; working as a volunteer to visit shut-ins or the elderly - people that were pretty much house-bound.
The Powers That Be there assigned us to people they thought would be a good match.
And so one Wednesday afternoon my "boss" and I met at Lucille's house at 2 p.m. We knocked, she yelled, "C'mon in" so we did.
She had seated herself at the dining room window where she had a view up and down the street and not miss a thing. It was her Command Post, if you will. She was using a long-tether oxygen tank (COPD,) was wearing a voluminous housedress (rather faded) and need it, being quite overweight. She would later tell me the steroids did that.
Introductions were made and Lucille informed me, "Ah'm a Okie." What's the response to this? "I'm not?"
Seeing that I was somewhat stunned, she went on (the coup de grace?) "I'm one of 19 chirren ."
"My goodness," I responded - is your mother still living?"
"She certainly is," said Lucille and without thinking, just blurting, I said, "Well in a 100 years from now when like all the rest of she dies, you'all should donate her uterus to the Smithsonian!" and we both roared like hyenas. Lucille said to my supervisor, "We're gonna git along fine" and we did until the COPD got her some years later.
