A family wedding, would be mobsters, and what really happened during World War One?
We may never know.
All in Relationships
A family wedding, would be mobsters, and what really happened during World War One?
We may never know.
A marriage proposal should be the most romantic moment in a couple's history.
Our's? On the road for twelve hours, no place to stay, and a blowout argument with my future in-laws.
Maybe she should have said no...
Most people don’t know about my short brush with celebrity—except I already wrote about the time I was momentarily mistaken for Dom DeLuise in Iceland.
I believe there are rules of etiquette that are ingrained, or embedded, by some long-forgotten moments in time that we follow throughout our lives.
The following post is about an elective medical procedure I had after my youngest was born. Normally, for me, I avoid stories that involve medical issues. Unfortunately (also for me) since this my story, I have to stick around, but on the other hand, you don’t.
Still there?
I am a religious person (I think) but have never taken comfort in actually going to church. I went to church on Christmas and Easter (we are called Chreasters), and sat in the back as to not take someone’s seat who was there every week.
For those who know me know I drive an old car. By old I mean a 2007 Toyota Corolla with over 299,999+ miles on it. I write + because the odometer stopped working (by design) at that number two years ago this July (happy anniversary, odometer, I hardly knew ye).
Asked my brother about a health concern that I was worried about so he went to his iPhone, googled the concern, and immediately found an answer on WebMD.
Oh, wait, that’s not my brother.
Starting a business with your significant other is like deciding to become professional salsa dancers overnight. It's fun, it could be profitable, but oh boy, are you going to step on each other's toes!