I’ll admit that I’ve DVR’d shows just so I don’t have to endure the commercials. My buying habits and brand loyalty aren’t usually influenced by TV ads. Most of the time I can’t remember what products a spot is trying to sell. While I’ll sit and watch hours of infomercials (how can you not be sucked in by Jack Lalanne’s juicers or that British guy making all those meals/drinks with the Magic Bullet), I have yet to pick up the phone and place an order.

Sometimes, though, I’ll tune into the commercials. Two have recently caught my eye: Read more…

My husband Chuck and I spent the weekend in Pittsburgh, our hometown. We traveled there on a long, nightmarish flight – another story for another time – for two big parties on separate days.

My youngest nieces, Becky and Lizzie, are the last of the Sciullo clan’s 10 offspring to graduate high school. Their celebrations overflowed with sumptuous food, shared memories and talk of college plans – a juxtaposition of past and present that more than once turned time’s canvas inside out. Read more…

Most of my friends know I’m a fan of Hank ‘Rutherford’ Hill and his beer-guzzling, mower-riding, alley-loitering buddies. Yep, Yep, Mmm-hmmm; The Rainy Street crew makes Sunday nights just a bit brighter.

Recently, Fox pulled the plug on the series (King of the Hill) after a 13-year run. On the outside, I say with great sorrow: Propane man, you will be missed but not forgotten. On the inside, I scream “Got dang it. Now that just tears it! (Hankism – era 2001).”

After all, the cartoon characters of “Arlen, Texas” brought more personality to the screen than many of today’s real-life TV celebs. No, I’m not delusional – I fully understand they’re animated fiction. I don’t spend my days writing letters to Hank (even though he does have a Facebook page). Read more…

I suppose you could call me a walking marketing campaign – and an unwitting one at that.

Let me explain. Besides acting as Bon’s Eye editor-in-chief, I also design and make jewelry in my spare time. This started as a hobby a couple years ago, at the urging of my friend (and Sarah’s mother), Laura.

“Look,” I said to her one spring evening back in 2007. “I just need something creative to do, something I can get my hands on that doesn’t involve computers or business writing.”

Remembering my brief foray into collage, I added, “Or glue guns.” Read more…