Monthly Archives: May 2011

Fact. I cry a lot.

Of course, I cry about the normal things. Death. Heart ache. Broken bones. Then there are the times I get teased for. Movies. Commercials. Recently I turned on the tv and started watching a show. I caught the last 7 or so minutes of it. I never saw the show before. I didn’t know the storyline or characters. Yet there I was at the end, crying. I thought I had cried over everything. I was wrong.

I was hit this weekend with a new type of devastation. One I didn’t even know existed. I feel sick to my stomach. I don’t know when or how I fell in love with it, but McCabes stole a piece of my heart and soul along my journey of life. And just like that, it’s gone. And I cried. I’ve made so many memories there. It’s the type of place you go and you know you will see familiar faces. There will be people to laugh with, dance with, and hug hello. For those of us who call ourselves “regulars”, it’s our version of Cheers. Except we get to dance off the calories of the drinks we consume.

I don’t know how to let go of this place. It holds so much for me. Memories. Love. Friendships. My heart is broken over this and I’m not ashamed to admit it. It feels like losing a long-time good friend.

R.I.P. McCabes. You will truly be missed. 

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Shh, don’t say it.

There are so many things we can’t say. Well, we can, in fact, say them, however, saying them comes with so much criticism and judgment we don’t open Pandora’s box. Those things include but are not limited to…

1. A labor and delivery doctor can’t say “Your baby isn’t very cute”.

2. Teachers can’t say “I hate your kid”.

3. Christian’s can’t say “God sucks”.

4. You can’t tell someone who just had an abortion, “That was a really good idea”.

5. A straight man can’t say “that guy is smokin’ hot”.

6. Someone who owns a wedding boutique can’t tell you, “That dress isn’t very flattering, in fact it’s ugly on you”.

Those are just a few examples. Why can’t we just say what we mean, and mean what we say? Why is brutal honesty rare and condemned?

We plaster smiles on our faces and tell everyone we’re “fine” when asked how we are doing.

Instead of saying “I want to know what it feels like to drop my kid off on the side of the road and keep on driving”, we say “Children are a blessing. You should see her report card. All A’s and B’s. I’m so proud!”.

Here’s the irony… 9 times out of 10, people will tell you one of their better qualities is honesty. Liars. We are all liars.


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Ever feel like you are walking up a long flight of stairs only to never find the end? You don’t know where it’s taking you, however, you don’t have any other choice but to keep going. The staircase twists and turns, sometimes unexpectedly. And here you are, still climbing.

Have you ever stopped to think that the very rules that define our society, the rules we live by, were all made by people no smarter than we are? Why are we following these rules? Question the rules. Make change.

Maybe the purpose of life isn’t marriage, kids, career, etc (or whatever goal is drilled into your head since childhood). Maybe it’s simply to gain experience and help other’s lost on their flight of stairs.

We all get to the end eventually.