To all the law enforcers who helped bring closure to my city tonight.
GREAT JOB! WE APPRECIATE ALL OF YOUR EFFORTS!!!
Thank you President Obama for your comforting and strong words. We are a better country because of you.
We do have the courage and resilience to go on.
Looked pretty happy signing in that healthcare law Mitt. You know the one that our President used as a model for our national health care law. Don’t worry I’ll pretend those pics don’t exist like I try to pretend you don’t exist. Hypocrite.
This is a true story. The names have been deleted to protect the stupid.
This afternoon at North Providence High School a 17-year-old student was viciously attacked by his pants. The school is investigating but witnesses say that the young man was chasing another friends car in the school parking lot when his pants just dropped to his knees. Sending him face first onto the concrete, knocking out four front teeth. The man was wearing his pants in a sagging fashion, below the waist.
“I peeped the whole thing,” a witness said. “His pants just attacked dude for no reason. I have chem with dude and he’s a cool dude. I don’t mess with them jeans from Hollister, same thing happened to another dude I know.”
Attacks by sagging jeans has been on the rise since more young guys actually try to run with their jeans belted below the buttocks. See the picture above.
“I cost his mom $60, I come from a decent store. Where’s my respect?” The Hollister jeans yelled as they pulled back on the boys behind. “Why should I feel remorseful this a-hole didn’t even have on a belt. I didn’t really mean to make him lose teeth, cuz his mom and dad are nice and I know that it will cost them to fix this a-holes mouth. I’m supposed to be on the waist, is that too much to ask?”
PULL YOUR PANTS UP IDIOT
or this could be you
GOT INSURANCE?
And not just any novel, a novel written by my dear friend Patrick Fox. Trinity is now available on Amazon.com for the U.S. price of $2.99. Why should you buy it? Because it is awesome that is why!
Well, of course I WOULD say that because I rode the literary train with Patrick for a good deal of his editing this book and I feel attached to it, like it is my neice. I am immensely proud of him and all of his hard work. He painstakingly went over this book a million times making sure every comma was in place and he was giving you, the reader, an exceptional entertaining read. He is meticulous that way.
Despite my prejudice, Trinity is truly an interesting piece of fiction, so if you are looking for a humorous, romantic, very well written book about an imaginary friend returning to guide his old charge, who is now a fully grown man, well Trinity deserves a read.
What, you say, an imaginary friend? No way. Yes, Patrick brings back, Trinity, the imaginary friend of Ben Rider twenty-five years later to sort out his mess of a life. Trinity in Ben’s youth was cowboy and when he pops up in Ben’s kitchen one day…well the adventure begins.
I knew it. I knew there would be a delay. I don’t mind a delay if I’m IN the airport but a 30min delay in the plane arghhhhh. And I packed my book so nothing to read!!
My walk from the train station in Providence was beautiful and serene. The State House always makes me feel Parisian…that architecture is Paris court. Snow is always pretty when it is in the moment but the next day…maybe that will be my second post of the day. Right now just the pretty
I love a true vintage store, not a consignment store with stuff from Prada or Marshall’s (yes, Second Time Around had two dresses I bought from Marshall’s on its rack-so not high-end). My daughter and I discovered this store when we were driving to Five Guys and decided to take a shortcut to the highway. So glad we did and since we were in a hurry I’m going back tomorrow to really look at what I’ve been missing.
That is Broadway Street in Providence, Rhode Island!!!
The writer in me loves the sound of an old typewriter. Notice I said sound.
I didn’t get a chance to take pics of any of the vintage dresses and coats probably because we were too busy squealing, the coats with the fur collars! I. Died.
Have you noticed how much I love North Providence High School Football, especially #85
This ended up being a two-part Friday Night game. It began raining really hard by the end of the first half so the second half was rescheduled for Monday Night. They lost. Total breakdown of the defense, it was sad and I was heated. Believe it or not he DID catch these balls I just didn’t catch it with my camera. #needphotography101
My sixteen year old son was in a car accident Wednesday night and you must know upfront that since I am typing this he is 100% okay. If he were not, I can’t even imagine what my mental state would be.
He was the passenger of his football teammate who was dropping J and two other players home after practice. Driver has only had his license two months and will be seventeen in a few weeks. Sadly, he was clearly the one at fault because he did not come to a complete stop at a stop sign. As he drifted past the stop sign in his Honda Civic a Ford F150 hit the passenger side of the car, my son was in the passenger seat.
The car was sandwiched between a tree and the F150. My son, saw the truck coming and somehow from his account, managed to move more towards the driver side thus avoiding direct impact from the side hit. After seven hours in the emergency room at Hasbro Children Hospital for CT’s and observation my J walked out smiling.
I was cool as a cucumber throughout this whole ordeal because I missed the initial calls back and forth from the firemen, the police, and the hospital emergency admitting nurse. I was on the train home from Boston and minus my cell phone. When I got to Providence Station and retrieved my car I decided to stop at Stop & Shop to buy something for dinner. Then I stopped at Shaw’s Supermarket because I forgot cat food at Stop & Shop. My daughter took all of those calls. The call where all she heard was that her brother was in an accident. She was devastated. Her mind had him in a morgue, she saw the newspaper headline of North Providence Football Players in serious car accident.
As I was driving home thinking about the homemade anchovy & roasted tomato pizza I was going to make for them, she was busy getting the details. By the time I walked in the door and saw her red eyes and swollen face from crying I didn’t have to go through the emotional ordeal she did. She gave me the news calmly all I heard was that she had spoken to him and he was okay. No emotional rollercoaster. No tears flowing from fear of the unknown while I tried to determine he if he was really okay. Mia spared me that. When I got to the hospital J was looking fine and I didn’t cry but we talked and we laughed for the next six hours. Tragedy averted.
Not quite. Last night as I was drifting off to sleep it suddenly hit me. I could have lost him. Tears swell in my eyes even now as I type this. My baby was in a car that was pinned between a tree and a truck!!! I cried because I felt the fear I thought I escaped Wednesday. I cried because I am so grateful that I was able to spend all Thursday with him (even though we all slept most of the day) and make him grilled cheese and salad. I cried because the thought of letting him go to a place where I never will be able to see him hurt like hell. I had to get up at midnight just to look at him. It is still hitting me just how badly this week could have been for me and I am so grateful that all of my children are in this world yet another day.
