Many people will say that the current generation of young people are in the “Me Generation”. That kids are only about themselves or that they feel entitled to luxuries as staples in their lives. That they’re ungrateful or uncaring. But, today, I want to tell you about a group of kids who make many adults I know look like chumps.
Tonight while waiting to see the Christmas lights, the family and I played a word game. The rules are simple…build a story with each person providing one word in a round robin format until two people finally say “The. End.” Sometimes, the adults needed to remember they were playing with children, which resulted in some skewed stories.
Here are some of the results:
Hello? Christmas spirit? Oh, Christmas spirit? Where the hell are you??
I’m searching high and low trying to find the spirit of Christmas this year. It’s been very elusive and it’s already December 16. Whoa. Sixteen days into December, the month of Christmas and love and giving and I’m simply NOT feeling it. Like, not at all. Not a single damn bit.
And I think – think – I’m figuring out what’s missing. And it pains me to admit this because it was a choice I made several years ago.
Lately I’ve been fighting life. Family, friends, community, work …everything and everyone. And it’s time to stop.
I love a good romantic movie. The kind that leaves you a sappy, soppy, mascara-streaked, hiccuping mess of emotions. The top movie that always leaves me crying – always – is 50 First Dates. And I’m pretty sure it’s screwed up my vision of romance forever. Read the rest of this entry
Another poem, quickly written while chilling in Starbucks tonight.
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Today is an important holiday in America. It’s one I think should be celebrated a little more publicly – with a lot more pomp and circumstance! Today is Veterans Day.
Oh, Victoria’s Secret. Usually I defend you without fail. I buy your high-priced bras because you understand that large-sized women don’t necessarily want to settle for “lightly lined” (read: ZERO support) bras or bras that are all function and no fun. But today you made me have a very uncomfortable conversation with my almost 13-year-old son. And I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.