Herb and Mr. Reaper_A love hate relationship with the alarm_Eight Nights of Arnold_Todd vs The Book
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Herb and Mr. Reaper
Herb and Mr. Reaper“Live everyday as if it were your last because someday you’re going to be right.”-Muhammed AliHerb wished the end had come during the football season. He had little interest in the baseball games on TV, the news was always bad, he found little merit in today’s sitcoms, and he had seen his old favorites so many times he could predict nearly every line. He was no longer receptive to visits, having grown tired of the gushing, overly dramatic, even tearful visits from family and friends. Herb was in a sorry state.At least he was at home, a more comfortable setting than the hospi...
A love hate relationship with the alarm
Theodore lays his head down on the pillow, already feeling drowsy from a long night of work. As he shifts his body around the bed, turning from the daylight breaking through the windows, he can hear his roommates shuffling about as they leave the house. Quiet settles in around Theodore, feeling like days are passing as he rests. The sudden blare of the security alarm rings through the house, jolting Theodore from his bed, adrenaline pumping through his body. He grabs the wooden bat he keeps next to his bedroom door as he charges out into the hallway. The hall is clear as he moves towards the f...
Eight Nights of Arnold
Eight Nights of ArnoldA note: Sari said I had to include the following definitions if I was really going to tell you all about what happened over Hanukkah. So here goes: Shamas—Hanukkah candle that lights the other candles in the menorah. Challah—Jewish egg bread. Mensch---A real man Latkes---Potato pancakes Shiksewww.onedoor.cc---A non-Jewish woman Shmutz—Dirt Shtupping---To fill… think ‘sex’. Shvitz--- Sweat Meshuga---Crazy Oye!---Expression of exasperation. Patchke---make a fuss Shlemeil---Bumbling, maybe unkempt. Hope this helps. Thanks, David.First DayAunt Sari Ru...
Todd vs The Book
Christmas morning hasn’t been as magical as I remember it from my childhood. At least not until this morning. As I look out the front window, there’s fluffy snow calmly settling on the leafless branches across the street. Even the egg nog I dribbled all over my sweater can’t ruin this moment of bliss. Bing Crosby’s White Christmas is playing in the background, the perfect song for the moment. “Todd,” says my mother from across the room. “Time to open presents.” Even in my 30’s, my parents still spoil me. And now they even spoil my girlfriend, Jill. This is our second – no, third - Christmas ...