No Mo.

The last thing I wanted to do was pack our asses up and travel over two fucking states fro Christmas. Damn Christmas. Seriously. Who needed it?


Here it is, a week before Christmas, and I just finished decorating.  I don't think that has ever happened before.  I managed to twist Mini Me's arm enough so that he and his friend (and bandmate) Jody (who will now be known to us as 'Cody' because the music teacher, who is also a friend …

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Fifth Grade Cynic

I have been a cynic since the fifth grade.  In my opinion, I'm lucky I made it that far. I can pinpoint the exact moment that my life changed for the worse.  It was going so well.   We lived in a nice neighborhood.  We had a pool at our house.  We had a sauna in our …

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The Bell

  Today I un-decorated.  I hate un-decorating. Most years,  I have been known to cry, while un-decorating.  Not because I hate it that much, but because it means that Christmas is over, and now there is positively nothing to look forward to.  Thank God, and my doctor,  this year, my medications are working, and I am not dwelling in the despair of …

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The Santa Photo

The Santa Photo is the single most important of my holiday traditions.  It is the one that I started when Mini Me was a baby, and it has happened every single year, henceforth.   Mini Me has asked for a stopping point, seeing as though he is 17 years old.  My answer was a bit vague....The Baby is only 7.  I am …

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