I don’t think anyone should have to visit a place whose name sounds like Misery.

If you don’t know, I’m talking about Missouri and yes, I’m visiting there this weekend. Let me clarify, I’m driving about 10 hours through the night, to stay for a day and a half and then I’m driving about 10 hours back. I guess you could call that visiting.

It’s happening over Easter weekend. While Easter isn’t much of an active holiday, I still feel like it’s wrong to spend it driving. I keep telling Zach I’ll hide eggs in the car and we can look for them. He doesn’t laugh.

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Growing up, I never heard the phrase, “if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.�    
It’s not that my family was mean or rude, we just understood the undeniable truth that sometimes things need to be said that aren’t pleasant to hear. It’s one of the biggest things I respect about my family.  I know that no matter what, they’re going to be honest with me, even if I don’t want to hear it.

That knowledge has given me an overwhelming sense of security.  It has also given me an overwhelming pain in my ass. (more…)

Sometimes I hate women.

I’m fed up with certain types of women. So angry at the way some women live double lives. Women who purport to be independent and self-sufficient but in reality, fall apart when a man’s not there.

When Sex in the City first aired everyone was talking about it, like it was something new and amazing. They said it cast women in very strong roles and showed that not all women needed a man to make them complete. I was doing my graduate work in the Communication Department, so we studied clips in multiple classes.

Guess what we found….no really, guess. We found it was a load of crap. (more…)

When I was an undergrad my email was infiltrated by a barrage of inane chain letters. READ THIS, they said…this REALLY happened to my friend, they proclaimed, send this to 15 people or you’ll never find true love, they warned.  I hated all that crap.  I just deleted it.  I didn’t care that for every person I forwarded it to $0.10 would be donated by Microsoft to help little Jessica with cancer.  I never read the sob stories of loves or limbs lost, only to be found again by the grace of God.  (more…)

When it came time for me to learn how to drive, my mother taught me. This accounts for why I play little games with myself while driving.  “I wonder if I can coast to a stop at this red light and when I finally come to a stop, not be able to feel it?�  Or sometimes I see how far I can go without pushing the gas pedal.  My entire mission while learning to drive was to not freak my Mom out. My mother gets overly excited in the car.  If she thinks you’re going to fast she starts pushing her imaginary brake pedal for you.  In my old car I had fingernail imprints on the passenger handle where she felt her life might be spared from my crazy driving if she just held on a little tighter. 

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