Category: Writing

This all started because as much as I know I need to see the dentist twice a year and at one point four times a year, I hate going to the dentist including today.  Why because my teeth suck!  I was given an electric toothbrush a long time ago as a gift, but the dummy

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I haven’t forgotten about my blog.  I spent Saturday watching how Nevada caucus would turn out.  Bernie Sanders won with the most delegates, Joe Biden came in second although if he can catch up to Bernie remains to be seen.  He has a tall mountain to climb, meaning South Carolina, and if he can come

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You are a camp counselor.  Make up a story that will scare the bejesus out of of your eight-to ten-year-old campers. When I was around your age, I too went camping with my friends.  We had convinced our parents we were old enough to handle it.  Boy, were we wrong.  By the end of the

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I feel like a have a seesaw in my head with a string attached to it.  It goes back and forth from one topic to another.  I call it diarrhea of the brain.  Not a great image but a phrase I came up with all by myself.  I have other phrases I use in life,

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Oh me, oh my, for how tired am I!  I would like to say welcome back to myself to WordPress.  It’s been a whole five days not looking at my blog in the New Year.  I’m dealing with a major cold right now on top of needing to find a doctor to read my sleep

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December 30, 2019: Journal Entry #28: New Years Past and Present I find old advertisements interesting and scary at the same time. The thing that hasn’t changed is pumping up smoking, that it’s something glamorous and makes you look sexy. Sure, they pick thin women with long fingers, but have you ever smelled someone’s breath

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6/3/2010 My shrink gave me a list of questions to answer.  He still hasn’t received them yet from me because I haven’t even looked at that piece of paper since our meeting.  He likes to call them sessions.  I prefer to call them a waste of time, but my parents insist I continue to see

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6/1/2010 So much has gone on in my life since I wrote last and yet I feel like nothing much has happened.  I seem to be a walking conundrum to my parents right now.  They have no problem supporting me and yet they feel I’m not meeting my full potential.  I sometimes wonder if they

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