Dude some poor Wal-Mart employee was trampled to death by a bunch of shoppers. How sad is it that first we as people can get to the point where it’s okay to stomp on another persons spleen to score a wii and some head cheese and second your last final moments are staring up at the bright fluorescent light all while Frank Sinatra sings Jingle Bells. 

Friend or Foe?

How I am able to even type is beyond me, My daughter awoke much early than the norm and I was faced with the knowledge of know I would have to prepare a whole Thanksgiving dinner by mid afternoon.  So I sit here now three hours after eating wondering why did I keep shoving turkey and sweet potato in my mouth. It’s been a whole hour since I put my faith into a bottle of TUMS to no avail. It seems that giving thanks also goes hand in hand with down right gluttony. Perhaps the saddest part is I physically have no room for pumpkin pie and if you know me than you know that pumpkin pie can make me shiver in delight.  read more »

You know it’s bad when the Gas station is shocked!