words, words, words

So for much of the last month or so I have been reading shit. After this week, that has finally, mercifully changed. I am about 3/4 of the way through a biography called, "Unbroken," by Laura Hillenbrand, the author of "Seabiscut" (another book I loved.) and I cannot put it down. I got it from my parents library. My Dad's shelf is filled with these types of books and I was lucky enough to come across this gem. It's the story of a WWII bombardier whose plane crashed into the ocean during a mission and his subsequent tale of survival despite being lost at sea for over 40 days and then captured and taken as a POW by the Japanese military. It is an absolutely amazing story and I am lost in it. At times the writing feels disjointed and the characters not flushed out, but the story itself more than makes up for any shortcomings. I have read a lot on WWII and am endlessly fascinated by this era in time. I'm not sure how it started but I remember taking every c...

I will admit, I'm a little homesick this Christmas. I think not being able to see my friends and family so easily this year has made me especially miss them right now. This is nothing like the Christmas I spent in L.A. where I actually had to work on Christmas eve night and Christmas day and a customer told me to F off (I'm thinking karma has bit that guy in the ass several times by now). My sister Maggie tried to make things as homey and comforting as possible and I'll always be grateful to her for that but it was rough. This year is really not anything close to that but I still feel pangs of missing the traditions my family used to have around this time of year. It's funny because when I think back on my favorite Christmas memories I'm surprised to find that they are not of my childhood but of my adulthood. I guess maybe when you are a kid, everything sort of blends together and becomes a blur - a wondrous, magical blur but still a blur. When I was in high schoo...

My list for Santa is as follows...you may think it too ambitious but I think if these humble wishes came true all would be right with the world 1. For the Kardashian's to disappear never to return 2. For wives of major league baseball players to stop making comments such as, "150 million dollars is an insult to my husband." 3. for the world to acknowledge that Tim Tebow is a mortal like the rest of us and that the real god walking amongst us is named Tom Brady 4. for this generation of teenagers to grow up having real live social skills despite their only communication to other humans coming through technological devices. This one I realize might take a not so small miracle 5. For the judges on "chopped" to get theirs someday 6. For people who really need money to get it and the people who have more than they know what to do with, appreciate it 7. For the movie version of "The Hunger Games" to not suck 8. For Starbucks to finally go out of bus...

I feel like a combination of George Bailey and Holden Caulfield today. Translation: I'm suffering from I hate the world-itis. It's been a fun week for me and by fun I mean miserable. I like to toss around the word fun like its a good thing when really it means I want to take a blow torch to my face. Obviously, I'm exaggerating because I have a job, a roof over my head and people that love me so life is fine really. I'm just having one of those weeks where I'm throwing myself a pity party complete with peppermint stick ice cream and egg nog. It all started on Sunday when a vegetable peeler took off a slice of my middle finger. Standing over the kitchen sink watching blood gush into it, I knew I needed stitches. Then I heard the voice of my father who was a medic in the Korean war and my go to for all things injury related. Me: "Dad, what do you think, do I need stitches?" Dad (shaking his head and frowning): "Nah," How could I ignore such sag...