Call it what you will. Call it the Devil, call it fate, call it a test from God. Call it whatever you like, but something is out there trying to derail my good intentions.
Money is literally bombproof.
I eat carbs. I ain't scared.
When people ask me what Strangles is I usually get this wild look on my face and then I say, "It's like the bubonic plague for horses!"
You know that beautiful moment? That one between awake and asleep when you are perfectly poised for meditation - yet still snuggled down in all that bedding plush - and you think "God, you are still. Make me still."
When I was child, Willy Wonka was one of the best movies in existence. I mean, what child (or even adult) doesn't want to watch a movie where sugar highs are embraced and even encouraged! It's a dream come true. My dad - the candy king - would buy a boat load of all different … Continue reading The Golden Ticket.
They don't call me "Type A" for nothin'.