When we were growing up, my two sisters and I werenâ€™t allowed to watch several television shows. Married with Children had bad language and crass humor. The Simpsons was a little too irreverent for my parentsâ€™ taste. Friends had all the wrong goodies: promiscuity, children out of wedlock, divorce, profanity, a casual attitude toward pornography, […]
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Tagged car crash in slow motion, inappropriate television shows, watching elephants mate
February 11, 2011 – 6:07 pm
I didnâ€™t know that Iâ€™d asked Leah to get food on Valentineâ€™s Day. I had no clue. It had been just another Tuesday to me.
January 23, 2011 – 12:08 am
Just tell her youâ€™re not interested and watch the pain and embarrassment of rejection register in her eyes. Donâ€™t soften the blow. Donâ€™t put sugar in the vinegar. Tell her the truth, and even though she might hate your guts for awhile, sheâ€™ll come to appreciate your courage.
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Tagged 10 Things I Hate About You, David Lipscomb High School, I just want to be friends, Obie's Pizza, Wrigley's Spearmint Gum, young Humphrey Bogart, young Paul Giametti
December 29, 2010 – 6:28 pm
Let me share some my expertise in getting engaged: donâ€™t hold onto the ring for three months. The anticipation began to feel like wearing an iron football helmet. And if youâ€™re old-fashioned like me and want to ask for her fatherâ€™s blessing, donâ€™t be thirty minutes late because you chose a Starbucks as the meeting place.
December 18, 2010 – 1:23 pm
â€œBadâ€ is too broad an adjective for gifts, and if youâ€™re going to survive this Christmas, you need to be able to accurately identify the enemy. First on the list is gifts with hidden agendas. You know them because you’ve received them. See if Tony’s story sounds familiar.
November 17, 2010 – 12:00 pm
I thought I had finished running the gauntlet of traveling to Providenciales, Turks and Caicos, and if I continue to make my living as a writer, I doubt Iâ€™ll be staying at a lot of plush hotels. I really wanted to savor my honeymoon in Turks and Caicos, but I should have known an adventure was waiting for Megan and me.
“Scoop” and “Shrimp” don’t belong in the same sentence anymore than “moist” and “creamy.”