Updated: January 21, 2013 3:32PM
I’d like a quarter for every time I have baby-sat, loaned money or done errands for my own kids and my in-law kids. I’d be wealthy and, if they told me to talk to the hand, I’d be done.
The staffers at my kids’ school know me, and I still have to get buzzed in every time. Yet, on Election Day, every man and his brother can come in off the street to vote. It’s just another tragedy waiting to happen.
To my fellow worker who just got his job back after bringing a gun to work: You owe all your fellow co-workers an apology and you need to eat a huge piece of humble pie.
Again, there is an uproar over gun control. People always will find a way to carry out their plans, whether they use a gun, a knife or a bomb. The bigger issue is getting mental help to the people in dire need of it. Everyone knows someone who needs help. Get them to a professional.
I am so saddened by these school shootings in Connecticut. Life is so fragile. You don’t ever know if you will return home when you leave for the day.
Merry Christmas to the thief who stole our candy canes that stood at the end of our driveway in Barrington Court Yards.
If you won’t come to my store just because I sell a certain item, I don’t want you or people like you coming to my store. In fact, go home and cower in the corner of your basement.
I would like to thank myself for showing up at work on time every day, doing a good job and never complaining.
Happiness is not a destination; it is a way of life. Don’t wait for it to come to you; make it happen.