TCP Port 21 How do I love thee? Let me post the ways.I love thee to every terabyte and zettabyteThe web can reach, when searching every siteFor the best deals, and Bing for rates.I love thee like I hate every day'sMost wild Trump tweet, by LED or night-light.I love thee freely, as women strive for … Continue reading Let me Post the Ways
New Year's Revolutions... Yes, I'm a little, a LOT, late on this post. And yes, you read right. New Year's Revolutions. What started out as wrong word usage, actually became an idea for this post. Instead of Resolving to do things, this year we should REVOLUTIONIZE the way we think! rev·o·lu·tion·ize /,revә'lōoSHә,nīz/ ▶verb change something … Continue reading New Year’s Revolutions
This is a late post from my trip to L.A. last week. I don't know about you, but when I think of a false alarm, I envision a negative pregnancy test. PHEW! ::wipes brow:: I had my tubes cut, burned, damn near ghost busted 2 years ago, yet I still worry about false alarms. Or … Continue reading False Alarm
Trump for President? I wish it were a Joke. To all these people defending Trump's locker room talk. Wives. Mother's of boys, Sisters with brothers. I don't understand, nor believe you would EVER accept this kind of talk from your son, brother or husband, or PRESIDENT—out in the open air or behind closed doors with … Continue reading Trump, Jock Or Joke?
Most nights are pretty predictable at my house. I get home after the gym. Eat a quick meal while the kids do some last minute running around, screaming and playing hide and seek with their baby brother. Get the bottles of milk ready for baby David, or Toddler David, I don't know really it sounds … Continue reading Routine Prayer
Today I was at the gym, torturing myself as usual, I thought. Then this PRICK, because as you will quickly learn there is nothing else to call him, starts talking about how he never wanted kids. My wife is the one who wanted them. If it was up to me, we wouldn't have even had … Continue reading The Gift of Life
I was at my brother in law's wedding this weekend in Maryville, Tennessee. My husband drove for about 13 hours from Miami with me and 4 of our kids—our 3 oldest and my little sister/oldest baby girl. (She's 26 btw.) 💖 Most of the family was coming in, some driving, others flying, to join in … Continue reading Perspective
There's no shiny blue wifi symbol on the outside of the plane. Hmmm. No wifi symbol on the overhead compartments. Double Hmmm. There's NO wifi on the plane?!?! On this 5 hour long flight! Well, what am I gonna do now? Read a book? Write a book? Sudoku? Catch up on paperwork? All plausible. Then … Continue reading There’s no WIFI symbol?!?!
We've all heard the tired cliché, "Wait until you have kids of your own; then you'll understand." Usually, we get this from our parents with whom we've had some disagreement or misunderstanding, or yes, even a full-fledged screaming match (e.g. with Mom...again). ::rolls eyes:: But how often do we think about when we are old and … Continue reading Adult Kid
Each morning I wake up easy enough. Then again, I suppose I shouldn't say "easy". I toss and turn and SNOOZE 3,4,5 times? And like quicksand, the more I resist the deeper I sink. I mean "easy" in that for the most part we don't have to think much about your actions. MORNING ROUTINE 1: … Continue reading Being a Good Human is Hard Enough