Sylvia Archive: In Transit

Frequent flier or frequent fretter? Share with Sylvia.

Friday, July 26, 2013


Twenty seven words that may be worth bringing back to life.  Shared with us by Bad Girl Chats pal Karl.  Here’s one. For the rest, check out


Meaning: To silently watch someone while they are eating, hoping to be invited to join them.
Origin: Unknown
As in: It’s hard to enjoy your meal when the guy opposite is groaking you the whole time.

Sylvia Archive: Misconduct Hotline

Need to make an anonymous phone call? Unburden yourself in a comment.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Sylvia Archive: Military Conduct

She wants answers. Offer one in a comment.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Missing Out

Do New Yorkers, more than other groups in the U.S., fear that they might miss something?

What if a bunch of your pals were going to an outdoor event like the ubiquitous hamburger fests all over our neighborhoods and you said, “Count me out. Been there done that!” and you missed some fabulous eye-opening surprise?


What Would Make My Life Perfect?

Every night Mel Brooks comes over to Carl Reiner’s house and they have dinner together on little T.V. tables and watch movies. Mel drives to Carl’s because he’s four years younger and a better driver. My life would be complete if one of my dear friends and I sat at little ugly T.V. tables and had takeout and talked about the old days. Suzy would drive over because she is the better driver, although she does tend to  come to a dead stop in the middle of busy streets and scream, “Where am I?!”

This video is from a series made by Jerry Seinfield called “Comedians In Cars, Going For Coffee.”  It can’t be embedded (fancy talk for making it play here and now), so please follow the link:

Sylvia Archive: Distracted

But not bothered and bewildered – just being a cat. Click the comic to see.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Sylvia Archive: The State Of Affairs

Suggestions on any changes to reality as we know it? List them in a comment.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Men helping girls and women.

More from the annals of stuff found while looking for something else.

I knew I had a small white photo album, perfect for the Senior Center’s fifth birthday. I would take out the few photos in the album, write Happy 5th Birthday on the front with cartoon letters and “Bob’s your uncle” (one of my favorite sayings from the Brits. I can never remember that story behind that saying, but it seems to fit all situations. Here is one and another from the web.)

Two of the photos inside were touching images of men helping women or little girls. One is Frank he was the husband of one of my mother’s best friends. All of the best friends (3) had girls at the same time. Frank is grinning and holding my hand and Jackie’s (his eldest daughter) walking with us to some event in the park. Why are we so dressed up for the park? We have special hair dos. Upswept and made into biscuits. Probably had a lot of pins holding those dos up. Jackie has dark red hair and is squinting in every picture she took.

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The second photo is in a bus station. I am going somewhere, by myself, maybe back to Chicago to visit my family. My husband, dressed in his usual dreadful summer outfit (shorts and dark socks with heavy brown shoes – he’s Hungarian, that’s how they dressed) is patiently re arranging my suitcase. I look like I’m helping, but I’m sure I’m not. August would be our 100th (or something like that) wedding anniversary. Lately, I’ve been looking at cards to send him. He’s been married three times. But he has a soft spot for the wife of his youth.

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Sylvia Archive: Final Words

Know of any others? Share in a not-so-final comment.

Friday, July 19, 2013