Journals of Journeys

The Pie Dudes are in a pickle. Pickle pie? Sounds gross to me.

The school the kids now attend apparently has a very high poverty rate. It’s rumored 80% of the student population qualifies for free lunches with low income averages. Being this is the Pie Dudes “landmark year” (6th […]

Dear Friends, Relatives and Morons:

Three-quarters of my email is filled with junk and sadly most of it’s making it there because of you. Do me a favor, before you hit that forward button to share with me the world’s largest woman or about the $5 serial killer plot or the purple polka dotted […]

Happy Easter!

I used to use ePinions.com website when it first came out and was heavily marketed. I enjoyed reading the reviews because they gave me some fairly sound advice when considering a whole gamut of merchandise and services. But now? I’d rather stick my hand in the garbage disposal.

A WOMAN’S WEEK AT THE GYM

This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.

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Dear Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.

I have a kid at wit’s end and it terrifies me. He’s always been my sensitive one, but to watch the anger well up and burst over the dam along with some truly heart-stopping, blood-freezing threats, well, I’m at a complete loss.

from GF

Do you like blue cheese? Yep. Have you ever smoked heroin? Nope. Do you own a gun? Gee, you think? Yep. Your favorite song? Hotel California, The Eagles Do you get nervous before a doctor’s appointment? Nope, not unless it’s a new doctor or it’s to review test results. My mind tends to go […]

My DH makes fun of my character accents saying that I always sound like an Arab with a bad Jewish accent and if that’s not enough to make me want to send him out to sleep with the dog, he taunts me when I say words like “wolf” (I won’t go on about how someone […]

If there is one thing you must know about me, it’s that you should never, ever touch my espresso mug. I don’t care how much of a neat freak you are, a compulsive cleaner or even a wonderful host/ess who wants to make everyone happy by refreshing drinks. LEAVE MY COFFEE ALONE!

Moons ago when I got my second car, I was lucky enough to have a roommate whose ex-husband (it was one of those on again, off again semi-amicable relationships) was a well-versed mechanic kind enough to take the time out to teach me about fixing my car. I’m not talking oil changes, fixing a […]