Holidays 3/7

The Mess That Is Me

Next to Black Friday, this is the worst day of the year to walk into a department store. People are already passing through the door...

My living room looks like the aftermath of a Christmas Wrapping Paper factory explosion. Santas are torn in half, reindeer mauled and...

The morning dawns just as every other morning but this day is different. It’s not like yesterday or the day before. This day is filled...

Today’s post was going to ridicule the Scrooges of Christmas. The idea was to ponder how anyone can be grumpy when surrounded with...

It starts around Thanksgiving. Schools send notices home asking for food donations. A note on my mailbox tells me the Boy Scouts will...

I understand that children should be released from school to celebrate Christmas. (Yes, I know, it sounds like a prison term. Have you...

“Bobby says that Santa’s not real.” We were in the car heading towards the bridge, going beachside for some odd reason. “He says it’s...

Before continuing with today’s post, I feel I must make this public service announcement. WARNING: The following blog post contains...

You may find it silly, but then again, you’re an adult and have probably long forgotten all of the Christmas worries that kept you on the...

I was doing well. My pants were coming down - in size that is - and I moved up a couple of holes in my belt. I was losing weight. Not...