Nothing says God bless America like smacking a Donald Trump piñata until candy bleeds out of his ass. Should I feel bad for encouraging children to beat our future piñata shaped president with a baseball bat? When I was ten-year old I don’t really remember elections but I do remember my hippie parents not liking George …
This moment captured it best; the moment in time when I stood out at my job. As these two fine young gentlemen in seersucker suits cheered home another winner a giant smile was plastered on my face. Because I love my job. I worked for a company that beat me down for fifteen years. I …
I miss the streets of Paris and roaming the narrow alleyways of Venice. I feel so blessed for the days in my twenties when I was able to sneak into a café in Italy and try a cappuccino and a zeppole filled with marsala cream. I can still remember how sweet the donut like pastry …
So funny story, I’ve almost killed the UPS guy a few times now. Although he only would have actually died if he happened to be allergic to happy dog slober. (Which I don’t think a ton of people are, although it is beyond disgusting.) Our neighbor across the street here in Big Bear Lake is …
Summer days were meant to relax at the lake, fishing pole in hand or watch July thunder storms on lazy afternoons from the front porch. I am so thrilled to say that this has been my summer so far. This morning I woke up at dawn and hauled my mountain bike down Van Dusen Canyon …