What is your favorite form of physical exercise? I used to be able to run like a deer. Long runs were my contemplation time. It was when I worked out solutions to problems in my life. When I shoved in my ear buds, cranked the tunes, and ran as far as my thoughts and legs …
Perhaps a bit sadistic in my thought process, but I am somewhat glad that Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning. Okay, so he only has a 39% positive prediction rate, and the odds are more in favor of spring than of another six weeks of winter. BUT, I feel like we are getting royally screwed out of …
I hadn't intended on making "love gifts" for my children this year; I think someone else had a hand in that. The love gift was always a special "tradition" solely shared between my mother and grandfather, before he passed away.... The tradition of the love gift began between my father and myself one Christmas many years ago, when my …
I normally can't stand clutter, especially on my kitchen countertops . Today? I make an exception. You see, in my dehydrator are delicious marinated salt and vinegar zucchini chips, having the moisture delicately removed to perfect crunch status. It's that time of year, people - I will have more zucchinis pulled out of my garden …
My body is a machine, which runs on premium. Apparently, my steady intake of Wild Turkey, cheap White Sangria, pizza and movie theater popcorn (with extra butter, of course) this Fourth of July weekend was not a premium type of fuel. I found that out this afternoon while attempting to get back into my fitness …
I have recently accepted a position of 'Contributing Writer' on an up-and coming New York based blog, My Trending Stories. Never fear, my loyal readers... my dedication to viCARIously Speaking, and you, comes first. Until financial compensation is discussed, I will continue to post all original content here, first. My Trending Stories is simply a …
This is a freshly-made, gallon of Poo Juice that slipped out of my hands as I was placing it in the refrigerator door. On the hardwood floor. And the railing spindles. And the stairs. And the wall. And the downstairs ceiling. And the downstairs couch. Not exactly how I imagined spending my Saturday morning.
I'm so proud of my friend for taking all the hurt / hate / anger caused by one piece-of-shit and releasing it onto paper, not herself. Now honey, breathe....
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