Cheese Balls and Alcohol

Tis the season....to be a shitty driver! Here is why I say that:  I was driving the other day and just like every other day, someone felt the need to crawl up my ass and ride my bumper in traffic. Now, I say "in traffic" because there was a lot of traffic! I could not physically drive any faster.  The person behind me decided that his day was way more important than any of the other 6000 cars in front of me and that I should be the one to move out of his way. So that made me think, what if we walked around in public like we drive? For example, if you and I were at the grocery store and I decided that I needed to get to the Totino's pizza faster than you did, what if I just got right up in your business and started "tailgating" you with my body?  I'll tell you what would happen, I would either get punched or I would have charges filed against me for harassment. But somehow this behavior is completely acceptable in our vehicles. That being said, I tried this

I was walking through the San Diego airport a couple of weeks ago, and I got in to a fight. Yes, a fight...well, an argument actually.  Hi I'm Alisha and I as a grown ass woman got in to an argument with a 20-something year old man that weighed maybe 120 pounds.  Now, don't get me wrong, his age doesn't have THAT much to do with it, but maybe a little. I tend to lean toward the thought that respect has not been taught to the younger generations (it's MY opinion and MY blog - so I am entitled to it). Here's what happened: We were walking from one gate to another and Twigman (as I call him now) couldn't be bothered to look up from his cell phone to watch where he was walking. The first time Twigman cut me off and walked right in front of me, like I was invisible. The second time he cut me off was when he walked slowly side to side (making it impossible to pass him) and then stopped directly in front of us. Believe me, I tried to pass him and be pleasant, but I jus

I was sitting on the tarmac about to start three full days of fun and sun in Vegas when I found out that one of my very best friends on the planet died. He died. There is no other way to say it. He. Died.  People try to sugar coat it and say "passed away", "left us", "went to a better place"....BULLSHIT.  He died and I am miserable.  At the very moment that it sank in that he was gone my heart began to physically ache and it hasn't stopped aching - and my eyes....are leaking. I think they call them tears. Now, normally I would race to the oh-so-trusty WebMD and self diagnose myself with what I am sure is a heart attack and convince myself that I am dying...but I already know that the pain I feel is a part of my heart breaking, never to be healed again. Because the minute I knew that Earl was no longer on this earth, a part of my heart broke and died with him. And I will never be the same.  Some losses change you forever. I met Earl when I was just 20 y

IMAGE CREDIT: CNN Someday when we are all long gone, people are going to talk about us. We are making history here people. I hate that we are going to go down in history as "The TP Hoarders of 2020" - well, SOME of you will (myself NOT included). I bought toilet paper before buying TP was cool, you know...on a regular Wednesday at Costco before the shit show broke out! But I digress, we are literally making history...please don't F*ck it up. Try to keep your shit together!! The last time a pandemic happened in this country was 1918. I don't know about you, but I was not alive at that time, and I personally don't know anyone that was. But I don't recall reading about anyone losing their minds, stealing, looting, killing, mass hysteria...you know, the insane crap we do now. Keep it together people! We are being asked to stay inside, practice social distancing, only go out if necessary, and for the love of God stop hoarding necessary items. Just be ki

Wow. Just wow. Steve and I went to our local little Walmart last night and I could not believe what I saw, but I know that you have all been there too. You have all looked at the bare shelves and thought W...T...F?!?! Image Source: KOAA.COM Like, what in the actual....how did a respiratory illness equate to everyone buying up every single roll of toilet paper and every sweet morsel of Velveeta Shells and Cheese!!??! I am baffled, not by the panic or the fear of this pandemic - because I am a little fearful of getting sick, not so much so that I need to purchase all the groceries in the freakin' free world, but that people do not have enough supplies in their house to survive this. Does that make me weird? I have toilet paper, paper towels, pasta and meat. I have these things because I keep them in my house on the regular. You see, we have two teenagers, and trying to figure what to feed them, what they WILL eat, when they will be home to eat, and if and when they are b

I am at a loss, because of a loss. A friend of mine recently passed away suddenly. And when I say suddenly, I mean he was plucked out of his life in an instant. And I am still shocked. My heart hurts for his family, especially his daughter, but I also hurt for his wife. And I am not sure why, but I think this one changed me, just a little bit. My friend, was not much older than I am, and when he went to work, he had no idea that he was not going to come home that night. So, as I was sitting at home last night, I looked around our house, looked lovingly at Steve and said, "I am going to feel really bad for you if I die." Naturally he looked at me like...what the hell did you just say?! I know, it's a strange statement, but let's put some things into perspective. Seriously people, take a look around your house. I don't know about you, but I have accumulated A LOT of crap in my thirty (ahem) forty-something years! If something were to happen to me, who is goi