Last year, I drank more shots of Jameson in a 30 minute period than should be legally allowed. This caused me to order a second dinner, because I didn't realize I hadn't eaten my first dinner, which was about 18 inches from my face. Yes, I ate both and woke up feeling fine.
Having a blog can be depressing when scrolling back and realizing the same hopes and dreams I have today, the same aches and pains I suffer from and the same critiques, all apply as much now, if not more. Change is so much harder than we think and not inspirational meme is going to change that. Direction, devotion and luck all need to be present. Determination is fine, but most who have lost wars were more determined than those who won. Remember that.
I hope I never become a person who needs others to see what I own. Whether it be to point out how rich or how poor, I simply hope that a brand never defines me as it does others. One "friend" in particular is so concerned with what others think of her, she's trying to market this desperation. It's sad and everyone sees the sadness, but her. That is the worst part, because what she sees as important, has made her the laughing stock of the town she resides. As much of an outspoken ass I have become, at least I still have the respect of a few.
If I never eat something breaded again, it will be too soon. Has this been looked into as one of the crimes against culinary humanity? Why do we feel the need to coat delicious food with unappetizing gravel? Sure, I love fried chicken, but let's all stop there. Please!
Back to St. Paddy's. For years, it was my grandfather's birthday. We'd celebrate and he'd join in on the Irish-ness of the affair. When he passed, my mother had to get his papers in order for the death certificate and when it was printed out it read DOB: 3-14-03 The white lie he kept going for his entire life.
I've been thinking a lot about faith lately. In part, because of a documentary that was suggested for me, but also because of the blind devotion I see on a daily basis. I saw something today, which actually made me smile. I just wish those I knew, who hide behind the shield of religious belief, would stop and wake up. You being good is only going to have an effect on you directly. That, despite what you believe, is enough.
I am closing in on eight straight weeks without a sip of booze. Nearly nine months since I could say I've been drunk. I will miss doing it with those who enjoy St. Paddy's and embrace the silliness of the day and free pass from judgement from those who've either lost their ability to have fun or despise seeing it being had by others. Slainte!
Having a blog can be depressing when scrolling back and realizing the same hopes and dreams I have today, the same aches and pains I suffer from and the same critiques, all apply as much now, if not more. Change is so much harder than we think and not inspirational meme is going to change that. Direction, devotion and luck all need to be present. Determination is fine, but most who have lost wars were more determined than those who won. Remember that.
I hope I never become a person who needs others to see what I own. Whether it be to point out how rich or how poor, I simply hope that a brand never defines me as it does others. One "friend" in particular is so concerned with what others think of her, she's trying to market this desperation. It's sad and everyone sees the sadness, but her. That is the worst part, because what she sees as important, has made her the laughing stock of the town she resides. As much of an outspoken ass I have become, at least I still have the respect of a few.
If I never eat something breaded again, it will be too soon. Has this been looked into as one of the crimes against culinary humanity? Why do we feel the need to coat delicious food with unappetizing gravel? Sure, I love fried chicken, but let's all stop there. Please!
Back to St. Paddy's. For years, it was my grandfather's birthday. We'd celebrate and he'd join in on the Irish-ness of the affair. When he passed, my mother had to get his papers in order for the death certificate and when it was printed out it read DOB: 3-14-03 The white lie he kept going for his entire life.
I've been thinking a lot about faith lately. In part, because of a documentary that was suggested for me, but also because of the blind devotion I see on a daily basis. I saw something today, which actually made me smile. I just wish those I knew, who hide behind the shield of religious belief, would stop and wake up. You being good is only going to have an effect on you directly. That, despite what you believe, is enough.
I am closing in on eight straight weeks without a sip of booze. Nearly nine months since I could say I've been drunk. I will miss doing it with those who enjoy St. Paddy's and embrace the silliness of the day and free pass from judgement from those who've either lost their ability to have fun or despise seeing it being had by others. Slainte!
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