I am amazed that siblings growing up in the same house could be so different from one another. My daughter, Amanda, my sons, Alexander and Danny, may share a common genetic code, but that’s about it. You can tell they are related but I knew watching them grow up, they weren’t the same.
After a reader, Matt, read my blog post about psychics, he asked if I would record something for his You Tube Channel ‘Echoes of Clarity’.
My youngest son is a really good cook.
He must get that from his mother because the last thing I want (nor can) do is cook.
I am not a dancer.
I do not Tango, Swing, Modern, Folk, Tap, Samba, Rumba, Jazz, nor Ballet dance.
I have been known to pirouette once in a while, but never on purpose.
I'm not sure why women would give me their numbers, even unsolicited on my part. When they do, and I reach out, why do they not return my calls?
In the early part of my online dating experience, when I was not quite a novice, but yet to achieve a Master's Degree in the art of finding love on the Internet, I met ChampagneLady58.
Initially, Amanda’s due date was July 7th (7/7) which ironically is her mom’s favorite number (7). Every day after the due date is filled with anticipation because we could be off to the hospital at any moment.
We used to live in simpler times when you could waltz into a diner, drop a quarter on the counter, and say...
“Coffee, please.”
I avoid going to my doctor, or any doctor for that matter, because how dare they try to keep me alive.
For those of us who grew up in the sixties and seventies, and from an Italian household, our parents thought it was their duty to send us all to Catholic school to be taught by the nuns.
Gee, thanks.
We landed in Dallas almost an hour late, but still needed to make our connecting flight to Oklahoma City.
I am one of those people who believes the universe will send you a sign when you need it. With that said, I’m a little concerned by the signs the universe delivered to me recently.
One of the best man’s responsibility is to make a toast to congratulate, send blessings and good luck, to the new young couple.
How hard can it be?
Well, we’re about to find out….
