Like many of you, I was raised Roman Catholic. Like many of you, my family went to church every Sunday(and I used to see a lot of you every Sunday at 10:30 or 12pm mass--we were the ones always sneaking in late, without fail.) And, like many of you, I lost my faith … Continue reading Saints Preserve Us–Thongs, Paint Nazis and a visit from The Kelke
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Look What You Did Jamey–Week of 3/1-3/8
So anyway, he's taking Ativan more. our official first month with over 6000 page views Thanks Caeley's Corner
Jamey can’t drive 55–actually he can’t drive at all.
, I understood that although no legal entity had told Jamey he couldn't drive, he really shouldn't drive anymore. I believe that personal freedom is a fundamental human right. So you can imagine how hard it was for me to rob Jamey of that human right--his right to choose--his right for freedom--his right to drive. The day I voluntarily surrendered his license to the DMV, we changed from duo to solo And we all know how badly Genesis sucked with Phil Collins at the helm I went from being partner and spouse to keeper and parent Then I bolted out the door, in just tights and turtleneck
Isn’t memory loss a pain? I don’t know; can’t remember.
You know that feeling you had as a kid as you stared at the assortment of wrapped, ribboned and bowed boxes under the tree come Christmas; as you surveyed the stacked birthday packages on a checkered tablecloth picnic table: the tiny lightning bolts of excitement haphazardly crashing into one another in your belly and flitting … Continue reading Isn’t memory loss a pain? I don’t know; can’t remember.
Headed Into Overtime 