Maybe it’s a Nashville thing. Maybe it’s a ‘where-I-work’ thing. But every-freakin’-where I look, I see them. Oversized block sweaters with images of Christmas trees and ornaments and gifts embroidered on them. From Thanksgiving Day until New Year’s, you can run, you can hide, but you can never escape…
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For the next 26 days you will be seeing a lot of this…
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Here are some more excerpts from children’s letters to Santa.
Humorous:
“…I love you Santa even though you made a mixed up present. Remember? In the 2004? I wanted a real computer not a fake one.”
“I would like to know if you could stop eating my cookies. And stop drinking my milk I need it for […]
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I wrote this last year. The only thing that’s changed is where I’ll be on Friday morning. In bed at my boyfriend’s parents’ house with my boyfriend’s daughter, Cambryn, sleeping away! Anyway, HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!!!
At 3:30 a.m. on Black Friday, I’ll be in my bed, with my heated mattress pad below me and my warm […]
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Back in the early 00s, I was situated next to a woman who was the office gossip. She’d listen to everything going on around her and repeat it, usually in whispered tones, into the phone to the other office gossip. HE (yes, he was male, believe it or not) would then repeat it to everyone […]
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You will be happy to know that I have finally paid off all of my credit card debt. At this time, I only owe for my mortgage and my student loans. YAY me!
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“New one” = new song. Before it was “Say Say My Playmate.” Now it’s this new one. You see, you sing these songs and clap your hands together. It’s fun. You get to the end, then start over again. There’s just one problem with it.
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Yup, you read that right. The topic of this blog contest is Puke, as in Ralph, Hurl, Barf, whatever you call it when you blowing chunks from a night of drinking.
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I keep reading men’s complaints about female gold-diggers. Seems the number one thing I’m reading is this stereotype that women over 40 care about nothing but how much a man makes.
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I originally wrote this in 2007 out of frustration with the way some women I worked with behaved. I think a lot of people can relate to it.
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