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1105 days ago
My friend Dave and I made a pact awhile back to go to different churches each weekend and "try on" an assortment of different religions if you will. We were both raised Catholic but neither one of us felt touched by what we learned every Sunday morning and over time going to church with our families became more of a chore than a cause for celebration. Sit. Stand. Pray. Sing. Kneel. Shake Hands. Kneel some more. The only thing really worth celebrating, as far as I was concerned was the chance that after church we might stop by Woods Bakery for some hot cake doughnuts. Obviously, religion, or God for that matter, have not really played a huge role in my life. However, I have always been slightly envious of the people who are strong believers and those who do, in fact, have unshakable faith. It's not that I don't believe in God, I do...or at least I beleive in Him enough to be scared to admit that I have doubts about Him, (especially outloud.) Turns out that one day I ...
1112 days ago
I used to be able to sit down at this computer and my fingers would fly over the keyboard full of life and the promise of stories waiting to be told. I would drive home from work and in the fifteen minute commute I would have an entire entry floating around in my head needing to escape onto this light grey screen in front of me. It became my stress relief and my passion and there were times that I thought I had found my nitch...my something that I loved...my "calling" if you will. Writer's block was a foreign word to me. I had endless stories to tell and endless more that I was creating with every relationship that I had, every date that I went on, every memory I decided to share. There were times that I would get stumped when I could not find the right words to express how I felt or frusterated when I couldn't find the right words to end an entry. But after a few minutes of sitting and thinking it would come to me like a flash of lightening and I would wrap it up ...
1167 days ago
Life's a mess right now. Do you ever have those days when you think that things just cannot possibly get any worse and then, suddenly, they do? Just when you feel like you have made it over one hurdle you look up and realize that there is a bigger one just a few feet ahead of you and there is no way to avoid it? These are the days that I have to sit back and remind myself that to every down there is an up, that every cloud has a silver lining, and that everything happens for a reason. These are the days that I want to pull the blinds closed, crawl back into bed, and forget about all my problems. These are also the days that I wish that there was someone there who I could crawl back into bed with who would wrap his arms around me, kiss me on the forehead, and make everything better even if only for a few minutes. Instead I snuggle back into a mess of sheets and down comforter and wait for the alram to go off again warning me that my snooze time is up. To start it all off, the ...
1177 days ago
For the past few months there has been a monster living under my bed. At night right before I would doze off she would whisper quietly into my ear that I am not as funny, pretty, or smart as she was. She would lurk in my thoughts all day long and has made me doubt everything about myself. Because of her I have had many sleep deprived nights, some not-so-healthy weightloss, and some serious dates with top shelf vodka. Then four days ago, out of the blue, my monster decided to email me. Well, technically, she decided to email me back. When I first mustered up the courage to email her I was fueled by a broken heart and the knowledge that the man I trusted had turned out to be nothing but a liar. I was sure she would respond right away and I was ready for whatever she had to bring to the table. This was good verses evil and I had faith in the good guy...or girl in this situation. I was about to make contact with "the other woman" and I was scared to death. I felt ...
1189 days ago
The answer? Just Juan. Yeah, I know it isn't really funny. Kinda lame actually, but after one too many drinks at Al Hraboskys Sports bar on Friday and watching Beth plant a kiss on the cheek of Cardinal outfielder Juan Encarnacion we all thought it was hilarious. We thought it was even funnier that she felt compelled to tell Ronnie Belliard, another Cardinal, that you don't really need your pinky to play baseball. He has just hurt his hand in the game and was obviously in no mood to deal with tipsy girls. We left shortly after that...well, at least I think we did. You see, the Cubs are in town. St. Louis is all a flurry with the rival team here and with their fans who come and perch on our barstools and drink our Anheiser Busch products. They walk down the streets in groups and wear their blue and white jerseys with pride and arrogance. How dare they. You have never seen smack talking until you see a drunken Cards fan lash out a drunken Cubs fan. There is no love. There ...
