I am almost done with all my unpacking. Well, that is, the actual taking items out of the box. There are still months ahead of fixing up the house, respositioning items and finding odd things that are mismatched. Just such a fact alone would seem to indicate that […]
I have been having a couple of those weeks where I have been tired, felt like I had 20 jobs and just wanted to pull other people’s hair. Actually this has been going on for more than a couple of weeks. I’m running on fumes at this point. […]
OJ Simpson has just been paroled. Well, rather he is going to be allowed to go on parole come October. The question is whether he will get a TV hosting gig? Or perhaps a reality show? Oh My! It’s Friday night, I just got paid, and I […]
Sure enough these days we run from one place to another with little breathing room in between. Everything is timed. Let’s take my mornings, for example. I wake up. I zombie on over to the kitchen and get the coffee going. I check the time. I prepare […]
Here it goes. Nothing is going to stop me now. It’s been swelling up inside of me. It’s been boiling up inside of me. It’s been driving my nuts. I have to let it out. I have to ventilate. But let me set the context…. Last week I […]
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them. Mitch Hedberg A very small group of people will completely get and understand my following statement. I hate water. Well, let me rephrase. I hate drinking water. For that matter, I also hate ice cubes. […]
I am not a coffee lover in the strictest sense of the term despite drinking 3 cups of coffee every day by 10am. I am not a person who loves a cup of plain Joe in the morning. I don’t relish drinking coffee the way I do a […]
I am a sugar junkie. I have no real shame in admitting it. It’s at the point where I do not find raw sugar to be sweet enough. It is the same problem that I have overall with salt in that even my salt needs salt. […]
I started drinking coffee late in life. Well, late for a Puerto Rican that is. I was making coffee for my mom was I was seven. Yet, somehow my seven year old son can’t even conceive of doing such a thing for me. But I digress. Yes, […]
The bakery called to her after her strenuous morning workout. She went to have coffee surrounded by others so that she wouldn’t cry causing the heavily-sugared coffee to bubble. She sat with her croissant and latte dreaming of what was next. Around-the-world sailing? She couldn’t swim, though. […]
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