Announcing an exciting new category here at the Macomb County Voice: Home Remodeling. Yes, the Detroit metro area real estate market is slumped, however; that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the home you are already in! Pull out your shoestring budget and with these tips and a little bit of elbow grease, you can give your home a fresh new look. Here at the Macomb County Voice, we plan on giving you great information without spending a fortune.

All too often, companies everywhere, including here in Macomb County, waste their hard earned profits on team building efforts that result in little, or no, improvement in performance. If the only results the leadership wants to see are to have fun and spend some cash, then that is perfectly fine. However, if the leadership desires highly effective teams, then they will need to follow the recipe for teamwork.

Often after delivering one of my talks or programs, the question I often receive is; “What other programs or services do you offer that can help our organization?”

Like any good speaker or sales person, the first response is to explore their needs. As a sales professional and organizational consultant, I know it is most important to understand the motivation behind the original question.

An early-morning German bank customer had a bit of a shock when he found a horse already in line at the automatic teller machine in front of him. It seems the horse's owner, identified only as Wolfgang H., had a bit too much to drink the night before and decided to sleep it off inside the bank's heated foyer, police said Tuesday.

In Macomb County and all over the Metro Detroit area, those cute little wiggly nosed bunnies are in your flowers again.  They sniff out yummy morsels and chomp away all night long.  But there is a way to keep them only eating grass.  Try deodorant soap shavings or dried blood meal sprinkled in your garden. According to the Farmer's Almanac, this is a sure fire way to keep bunnies from your precious flowers!

More stories from the book: "Happy in Horse Poop: The Entremanureal Journey" by Jeannie Sample    

My mother always told me not to wander far. I should have listened to her, that is for sure. My name is Bingo and I’m a dog.  My mother warned me everyday because of the horrible accident my Dad had when I was young.  We beagles are a fun loving group, and Dad was no exception.  He loved to run free and wild, root in the ground, dig in bushes and hunt rabbits.  One day, he sniffed out a good rabbit trail and off he went.  All I could see was the white tip of his tail bouncing above the foliage in a soybean field.  Mom howled for him for hours, but he never came home.  About three days later, our master brought Dad home in a box and he was dirty and matted.  He wasn’t wagging his tail anymore.  One of those big metal machines that roll down the street had hit him.