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 …
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The Love Gift
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 …
Clutter, Authorized
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 …
More Lemon Water, Less Wild Turkey
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 …
My Trending Stories
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 …
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-dge!!!!!!!!
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.
Dear CLD, Fuck You.
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….
*How have I gone so long without knowing about the Fuck You letter? Warning, a gratuitous number of ‘fucks’ are contained within. But, blissfully, they are no longer contained in my brain.
Dear CLD,
Fuck you. Fuck you for not loving me. Fuck you for making me believe there was a good man under the oceans of booze and unrelenting depression. Fuck me for allowing you in my heart, for thinking and hoping the best in you.
Fuck you for rarely showing up to dinners with my friends or family and me having to make excuses for you because you ditched me at the last moment. Ditching me for the bar, or gambling, or a woman, whatever your choice was that day. Fuck me for not really hearing my loving friends ask, “What do you see in him?” when you were once again a no-show, until I was alone in…
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What it Means to Be Human – By Alaina
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j_JcEWRknk For her senior Advancement Placement Literature and Composition class final project, my incredibly talented daughter submitted the above video. The assignment: without words, describe what it means to be human, what is literature, and how these two tie together. In my opinion, the above video needs no explanation. It is beautifully composed and brings tears to …
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