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Category Archives: Happyness
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE IN AN IRISH FAMILY
Thanks u2.com for this one! WHAT IT MEANS 2 BE IN AN IRISH FAMILY 1) You will never play professional basketball. 2) You swear very well. 3) At least one of your cousins is a fireman, cop, bar owner, funeral … Continue reading
Your young, dance to the loud music
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want … Continue reading
God, family and friends 1st
The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee… Author Unknown. When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar…and the coffee… A professor stood before … Continue reading
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Thankfull
I AM THANKFUL: FOR THE WIFE WHO SAYS IT’S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. FOR THE HUSBAND WHO IS ON THE SOFA BEING A COUCH POTATO, BECAUSE HE IS HOME … Continue reading
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The Ginger Ale Rules
It was at that moment that I discovered what kind of parent I wanted to be. My first impulse was to replay the parent tape that most of us grew up listening to: “Drink your ginger ale,” I almost said. “Don’t play with it.” But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything. I just watched my son blow into his ginger ale through a straw. And it was quite beautiful-my perfectly sun-browned son, the straw, the glass, and the bubbles in the pale-gold liquid. Continue reading