If I could tell teenagers today one thing it’s this: High School sucks for everyone. Well, everyone except the Mean Girls and the Jocks. But that’s ok: The Law of Sowing and Reaping (sometimes called “Karma”) will get them. Sometimes it takes decades to catch up, but catch up it will. Don’t make it happen; … More Into the Locker: Not so great High School Memories
Maybe you’ve noticed them. They buzz around the Freshly Pressed page, commenting on every FP post, agreeing with everything. Sometimes, they even include a link back to their own blog. They are the Freshly Pressed Groupies. They will “Like” your Freshly Pressed post. They will comment and blather on about what a great post it … More Freshly Pressed “Groupies”
Whew! It’s been a rough couple of weeks here. Shifting gears, making decisions, trying to keep what’s left of my sanity. I’ve hidden the bathroom scale, because I’m not quite ready to know what it’s telling me. (I would need rather strong wings….hehehe) Coffee, oh coffee, how I love thee. Today is Mr. Porter‘s first … More Where have I been? Where am I going? Another mid-life crisis moment.
I live in Upstate New York, not very far from the house that has made international headlines. Former NFLer Brian Holloway’s home was recently trashed by teenagers. A huge party took place in his house: teenage drinking and drug use ensued. It’s estimated over 300 high school and college students were there. There are several … More Local house trashed by teens – No Fair!
Who is that guy over there? Was he in our class, or is it somebody’s spouse? He looks vaguely familiar, let me think…. Last Saturday night I attended my 35th High School Reunion. It was my first! I never went to a reunion before. I had moved out of the area, worked, met other people … More Is that somebody that I used to know? Thoughts from my High School Reunion
“Rrring!” There goes that stupid doorbell again. I wipe the tears from my eyes and sniffle. I open the front door to find my friend, Beth, standing there with yet another bowl of potato salad. This one is covered in paprika. I can’t stand the stuff. Her husband Mike is standing beside her, uneasy in … More My brother is stinky
I have started to turn into my grandfather. Let me explain. My grandfather was born in 1903. There was a certain way of life that people experienced in those days. During his lifetime, radio and television entered the home. Cars became attainable for the middle class, and then became a necessity for those who lived … More I talk, I don’t TWEET