I am a crybaby. I admit it. It’s hard to refute when you are sitting there watching a sad movie and the waterworks begin. Since it is part of me, I’ve never cared to downplay it. I’m not embarrassed by it; it’s just who I am. I used to tell my friends I would kickContinue reading “Crying”


I LOVE karaoke. Anyone can sing because everybody can sing. Except Karen. I love this woman, worship the very ground she walks on, but she couldn’t sing if she could sing. That bad. Karaoke is fun, a good value requiring minimal marketing expense, and offers a good return if it is done right. There’s myContinue reading “Karaoke”