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Things That Leave Me Scratchin’ My Head {Coffee Talk}
1. Republican politicians, can I tell ya something? You really need to work on your “Hate the sin, love the sinner” message ’cause right now you’re failing miserably at explaining anything that has to do with women and rape. 2. And while I’m on the political, women can handle heated debates, so stop saying that Obama’s and Romney’s sparkless debate was because they’re “courting women voters and women can’t handle conflict.” Ummm, have you ever had contact with a woman? In this century? 3. I hate that saggy pants thing that guys do. It’s so not cool. Especially when the guy is over the age of 20. By that time…
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Things That Leave Me Scratchin’ My Head {Coffee Talk}
1. Did you watch the debate the other night? I did but that’s not what I want to talk about… What I want to talk about is the people who seem to have a hard time understanding that they cannot use their corporate Twitter accounts to say stupid stuff, it will cost them their jobs. Really, person behind the KitchenAid tweet that read: “Obamas gma even knew it was going 2 b bad! She died 3 days b4 he became president.” Agree with the President or not, show a little respect. And common sense. KitchenAid has apologized for the insensitive tweet. 2. Big ups to TV anchor, Jennifer Livingston, who…
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The Dramatic Story of Our Birth
My sister and I have always known the dramatic story of our birth. Mom used it as a way to highlight my our need for attention since birth. And as I tell you the story, you’ll understand that we come by our dramatics honestly. Thank you, Mom and Dad… It was about 5 AM on a Saturday morning in 1973 when my dad went racing down the streets of Washington, D.C. in his little Datsun. With dual horns blaring and my mother tensing up in labor, my dad violated every traffic law on the books. Really, what do stop lights mean when your wife is about to give birth to…
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We Were Drama Queens from Birth
Oh how I wish I’d found this on Sunday! My sister and I have always known the story of our birth, Mom used it as a way to highlight our need for drama since birth. And as I tell you the story, you’ll understand that we come by our dramatics honestly. Thank you, Mom and Dad. It was about 2 AM on a Saturday morning in 1973 when my dad went racing down the streets of Washington, D.C. in his little Datsun. With dual horns blaring and my mother tensing up in labor, my dad violated all sorts of traffic laws. Really, what do stop lights mean when your wife…
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