From My Heart to Yours
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So, Where is the Guest of Honour?
The weekend is over and I am relieved to say, Brother Unlucky is alive and well – amongst all of my other friends who ventured down to Negril for the weekend. I have not seen my Ed Hardy hat as yet, but I will make sure to ask about its well-being as soon as Brother
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And So It Begins
Day one and Brother Unlucky is up and running. Upon being overly excited with finally being 21, he decided to take his first Friday as a “grown man” to go out and party. There is no problem with that, other than the fact that the biggest party weekend in Jamaica is currently in full effect
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Spring Cleaning in Summer
Father and I have spent the entire morning cleaning up the house. Usually he does this on his own, but today he needed some extra help. The occasion? Mother dearest and brother unlucky are coming. Due to my slight ADD, Pops did most of the work. We swept, mopped, laundered, cooked, cleaned the bathroom, and
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Automobile Control
Driving down here is one hell of a task. I take pride in my skills behind the wheel – as inexperienced as you may think I am. Before you jump to any conclusions, though, try driving with these crazy taxi drivers on the small, unlit, and windy roads that take you through the mountains. Sometimes
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Sun, Sand, and Snorkels
Today was a good day – much better than yesterday at least. Perhaps it was because I went the entire day without getting one unwanted email. I decided to take a day to put down the phone, and pick up the snorkels. Have I ever mentioned how much I love water? Well, for all the
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My Last Week and I Would Like Some Alone Time
Yesterday was very interesting. For once, I did not go to the beach. (No it was not raining.) Instead, I slept the entire day, until about 8pm when I got ready to go see The Ugly Truth. It was a decent movie aside from the relationship between the main characters being oddly familiar. Anyway, this
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What’s The Rush
Ever notice that whenever you are enjoying life it just speeds by like a lizard on crack? I am currently going through this calamity as I sit here in what will soon be my third week in Jamaica. That’s right. I’ve been here for three weeks already. What does this mean for you? Well, nothing.
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The Road To Recovery
I’ve been pensive on the fact of whether or not I could write a blog about not being able to write a blog. It pains me somewhere inside to see the days go by and I have absolutely nothing to say. But I always have something to say. It is more about whether or not
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I Can’t Breathe Through My Nose
Let me begin by saying UGH! (It is really more of a sound than a word, or rather to the Grammar folks, an Onomatopoeia.) Either way, that is the one word that explains how I have been feeling these past few days. As if Jamaica is not hot enough already, these hot flashes and cold
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Give Me That Vitamin C
It is 8:30 pm and I am just getting home from the beach. I am a bit afraid to tell you that I woke up this morning to my nose training for a marathon, and quite possibly there are not enough numbers in existence to calculate the amount of times I have sneezed. But my