Let me begin by saying there is no way I want a tv show.  NO WAY!  But, one of the idiots who commented on a Jon & Kate post sent me this little gem today: “So you think you’re interesting enough to be on tv? My, my what an over-inflated ego you do have. Hmm, wonder how cold it will be...

Ah, growing up ghetto has left me a little jaded as far as celebrating Christmas goes.  A few years ago I celebrated the day by catching up on laundry, then going to my moms for a brief and cigarette filled gift exchange, only to dash over to a friends house for a decent meal.  And I always get c...

Today I found out that Adam Walsh’s murder had finally been solved, and it really got me thinking Why do people murder children? Seriously?  I mean, I know what my textbooks have told me about Sociopaths.  Hell, I have a half brother who I swear to God may do something like this someday, and...

One of my blog friends, Kaylee, who I THOUGHT was a 17 year old with Cancer came clean this week and fessed up that she was lying about the cancer, about her mom abusing her, about her sister and dad dying - all were written for attention.  She now says that she is a high school dropout who suffers...

What I want out of life is simple - I want to feel fulfilled.  I want to feel like my life mattered.  I want to help people.  I want to feel loved and appreciated.  I want to do creative things, like writing and photography.  And I want to travel, and to keep having adventures. I wanted to have...

I’m just … so damn sick of everything.  Do you ever feel that way?  It’s been coming on for years.  I remember the day I stopped loving Led Zepplin. It was during my blue period in the late 90s, or what I refer to as my “Lost year in Las Vegas.”  I simply can not he...

I was born a bastard child.  Let me give you the backstory first: It was 1970, and my mom, a strict Catholic who was bipolar and not receiving any help, had just broken up with her boyfriend.  Whoops, she realized she was pregnant, but never told him, or maybe she told him and he went to Europe...

After driving for an hour in rush hour traffic and talking with my mother (Two of my most annoying duties in life) I yelled the title of this post to my hubby. Since I’m drained/thrilled/amazed/horrified and too busy right now to elaborate, I’m cutting and pasting the email I sent to my ...