Why? Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? What do we have to gain hurting them? Hell…I don’t have the answers but I was taught a lesson in kindness from one such person I vilified… I took a deep look at the asshole I had become. Yes. I’m an asshole. I spew…
Forty-five and I still get pimples. Really? I somehow escaped getting those in high school and college. Occasionally, one would pop up on my face in my teens. At which point, my friends had no problem announcing to everyone that I had a zit. I can’t complain. Nothing and I mean nothing is normal about…
Breathe…ok…scream… Then BREATHE The runway. The rain. The planes. 28th in line for take off. One departure every 3 minutes. The armrest. Who makes the rules on shared armrest? Who died so that you could inherit that damn thing for the entire flight? Ok…let’s do the math here. That’s an hour and half sitting on…
I really can’t hear that anymore… Yes…I know. I play hockey every week. Luckily, there is no checking in the women’s league. Well…at least, not intentionally… I don’t really open my mouth that much at my older son’s games. Shocking. I know. Have you ever yelled directly into a wall? That’s what it’s like when you…
Everyone gets a trophy. This mindset is going to push me over the edge. I am NOT of the mindset that everybody gets a trophy. And, yes…there are two very different views on on this. I would be lying if I said my kids never received any of those “I showed up so I get…
At one point or another, we will all be staring down at death’s door. The inevitable end to our mortality. We all have a shelf life. In dating. In marriage. In relationships. In life. As we look back down at the life we made, what will be the first memory that comes to mind? The…
The rush of endorphins…oh…how that has altered my mind over the years. And the need for the rush has certainly gotten me into trouble over the years. But it has also calmed me. At times. Natural endorphins can stop the pain. Can create a euphoric high. I find there are several ways we release. Crying….
What a sick f*ck! Soooo…with his excellent experience of being a national spokesman, I’ve decided his new job should be the “National Spokesman for Pedophiles Who Now Take It Up The Ass”! Yes, Jared, you will now be somebody’s bitch in prison. You will inevitably take it up the ass! I wonder what the Vegas…
Huh? Is that even possible? Finding clarity while you’re knocked out? Really? So, I’m a bit quirky. I really do pull my blog titles out of my own personal abyss. And it’s a deep one! And out of the deep comes some really odd things. Someone or something or some higher power was watching over…
Let me be very clear. I am NOT for sale. And yes. That is an Olan Mills portrait. You remember those? You couldn’t hit more 80’s than that! Oh, that horrid fake bookshelf background. No comments on my wings nor the poorly tied bow I’m wearing. It’s embarrassing enough. Truth be told, everything in that picture is fake. The picture is…