(Left to right: My Bro, Me and My Sis) Once sweatshirts and blue jeans… now suits and ties. Once hitting boys on the playground… to hitting on boys at the bars. Once dreams were larger than life… now you have priorities and goals. You couldn’t wait to grow up… and now all you want to… Read More Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic
My friend, started a site: An Open Apology. Anyone is invited to write and submit a letter. It could be to your ex, your boss, your mom, or even your pet. And…..It can be stone cold serious or full of humor. Whatever helps you get the words out……. Without further ado, here is the apology… Read More Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
There can’t possibly be that many problems without solutions. Who has the last copy of Problem Solving for Dummies book? I think we’re gonna need it. FIRED UP: I just read this from a mother of a 6-year-old boy. "I still pray every night for him to be free of Down Syndrome, that is one… Read More Fired Up On Facebook
I met my best friend while putting out a fire, or so I thought. Smoke was coming from my neighbor’s cellar. I ran over and felt the door. It wasn’t hot, so I figured I could handle it and be a hero. Their hose was nearby. I went over, turned it on, threw the door… Read More Flash in the Pan: Happiness
My DNA? 50%
Hey gangstas! Over the weekend, Cowboy and I went to his 25 year high school reunion. I know. Its hard to believe that someone as verbally hot as I clearly am, could be with someone so old. AND……..I’m right there with him (minus a year and a month). BUT……Here we are, kickin’ it until we… Read More Reunions: Minus the Hairspray
Word: IDEA (150 word max) Mr. Wolf was a real bully. He didn’t have any friends, and his family disowned him. Supposedly, he ate some old lady in the next county over, which isn’t frowned upon if one is starving, but it was a domestic dispute. There were rumors about her granddaughter and a restraining… Read More Flash in the Pan: “Finish Line Crawler”
My wife just couldn’t accept the inevitable. Time moves on. We age and we grow. The twins were no exception. As much as she wanted them to stay their perfect and cute size, it wasn’t going to happen. Time passed, just like I told her it would. New growth spurts occurred with every birthday, but… Read More Flash in the Pan: Vise/Vice
Through the window, the moon’s faint light shone in a corner of the room. There lay an elderly man upon a wooden bed. Death seemed to blanket him, except for the noticeable uplift of his chest every few seconds. His frail frame twitched and twitched again. His discomfort was quite evident by his unconscious motions.… Read More Flash in the Pan: Company
Articles of Absurdity 