For those of us who grew up in the sixties and seventies, and from an Italian household, our parents thought it was their duty to send us all to Catholic school to be taught by the nuns.
Gee, thanks.
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For those of us who grew up in the sixties and seventies, and from an Italian household, our parents thought it was their duty to send us all to Catholic school to be taught by the nuns.
Gee, thanks.
One of the best man’s responsibility is to make a toast to congratulate, send blessings and good luck, to the new young couple.
How hard can it be?
Well, we’re about to find out….
I always find perspective in random places in my life. It’s these arbitrary moments that something seems to permeate into my brain and push me into some sort of deep thought process.
Maybe I’ve become a little more emotional over the years because of certain things I’ve been through, and that emotion sparks these random family thoughts, but regardless, here we are.
I’m a contractor, the most I write on a weekly basis is my material list for the job on a random scrap of lumber or drywall. Do I go with sports? Not everyone likes sports. Do I go with family? Not everyone will understand the dynamic. Do I go with politics? Nope. Angry, happy, sad, sappy, inspirational. The possibilities are endless for the guy who only writes on trash all week…
So, there I was, living in New York City, working in the financial district, having gotten a trainee position at an international insurance company and thinking “Wow, kid, you done good”.
Living in the Adirondack Mountains in New York state can be beautiful, but it is not without its perils. For the uniformed it can be downright dangerous.
New guest blogger, welcome Michelle Kay “Michelle is a librarian, a yogi, and a contra dancer. She enjoys various creative pursuits and the sound her wedding crystal makes when dashed against a brick wall.”
Guest blogger Alicia V. reveals the secret to keeping your pets happy - just answer all the questions they ask you…
It is not really a pocketful of sunshine. I never pictured becoming a mother to involve so much poking and prodding…um…well, I mean medically. - Guest Blogger KLC
Guest Blogger KLC: Maybe I learned to deal with grief by retail therapy by example? My dad, at the sake of being childish, “started it”. First, he was the one that loaded my brother and I on a plane to Las Vegas first class for a week after my mom died.
By Guest Blogger KLC - “It is like there is this secret club out there with millions of members and no one wants to open up about it until they get the secret handshake from someone.”
By Guest Blogger KLC - Then, one night, I posted on my Facebook page, “Dear Santa: I want an iPad and a trip to Utah this year for Christmas.”