Overall, fans of whiskey simply must try the Old Fashioned, at least once. Those who don’t like whiskey? Well, this one isn’t for you. But I would encourage you to try substituting your spirit of choice, although I think brandy might be a bit too sweet for this one, and gin might be a bit, well, odd. Otherwise, “Cheers!”
Monthly Archive: January 2015
Is this what all those tutors, lessons, sports, and camps, angst about toys, playtime, socialization and discipline, fights about homework, college prep, lectures about drugs and alcohol were about? Is all the money we pour into our little critters, all that time spent hovering over every detail of their lives, and all that driving — only intended to churn out another child’s personal assistant?
I am reexamining my television viewing habits, not so much ‘when’ of my viewing routine but the cost vs cheaper alternatives. Much to my surprise I have discovered that most of the major networks offer their normal programming online for FREE! You just don’t get to watch it for free the same week it originally airs. Hmmm… I can live with that.
But you know, it just shouldn’t be the role of the people going through the divorce to convince you that their divorce would be okay for you. It isn’t your divorce. It isn’t up to you. You’re not their judge and jury. If you’re their friend, be a friend. If you’re their family, be their family. Maybe you do know better. Good for you. But this is not your moment to play Judge Judy, Dear Abby, Solomon, or Freud. Do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up.
[Part 3 of a series. You should read Part 1 and Part 2 first.] “What’s the matter?” Vince feigned, as Jer stumbled into the room clutching a little piece of white paper and a...
On this date last year my divorce was final. It is my second divorce. My marriages didn’t really fail, ultimately peopled changed and made choices. Changes had to be made. I thought I was the type to let go and move on quickly, I was wrong. Oddly, I moved on from this last marriage quickly but the eight month girlfriend that followed was harder. In time, that too found it’s way into my real view mirror.
If you are like me then you’ve been wondering what all the fuss is about Facebook and accepting invitations to join games and new features. How simple too, just click the Accept button and...
I don’t typically write about this subject because I agree with the right of a woman to choose what happens to her body. My agreement should not be understood to mean I’m in solidarity with all pro-choice talking points, in point of fact, much of them I find quite illogical and rather self-serving of it’s proponents.