Monthly Archives: August 2012

Okay, I’m getting ready to unleash again.  What you are about to read may seem random to you, but they have one common thread.  These are all things that really tick me off. 1. When you are driving on a … Continue reading →

I am glued to the television, watching Hurricane Isaac pound two of our southern sister states.  They are really taking a beating as this slow-moving behemoth of  a category 1 storm dumps water in incredible amounts while whipping winds tear … Continue reading →

Did you ever walk by a group of people and all of a sudden they stopped talking, or they start talking really loud about the weather?  It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out they were talking about you … Continue reading →

This morning I will load up my car with all the goodies I bought at Target and such, and head down to school to start preparing my room for the new school year.  I will be walking into a mess … Continue reading →

I have been asked by more than one avid blog reader/friend how I come up with almost daily personal essays to publish.  Here’s my secret:  strong opinions, and the gift of gab, and time.  That’s it in a nutshell;  but … Continue reading →

I think about everything- all the time.   I’m one of the those people who replays my days (and nights) over and over in my head, picking them through and rehashing conversations, body language, movies, news stories,  parties, anything is fair … Continue reading →

This relatively new phrase seems benign, and even seems like the answer to relieving a lot of our stresses.  “Which movie do you want to see?” Whatever.  “Are you upset about something?” Whatever. “Should Romney disclose his tax forms?” Whatever.  … Continue reading →

What is this?!  People behind the wheels of two-ton steel contraptions taking out their anxieties and anger issues on total strangers by using said contraption to endanger their lives!  Would these same people walk up to you in a grocery … Continue reading →

Sometimes I worry.  I worry about little things like whether the milk will last for tomorrow morning’s coffee.  I worry about medium things that are out of my control, like the weather.  I worry about big things like how the … Continue reading →

Ringaleveo 1,2,3…1,2,3…1,2,3!  This was a war cry that could be heard almost every day of the week when we had no school- teams of kids from the age of 6 to 11 roving the dense streets of Queens on the … Continue reading →