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Yesterday Kim and I had the kind of Sunday we used to have more often, it had been a while. It was like a reunion brunch! We started our Sunday off at Brew then went to Prospect. It was too nice out to be inside! We always have the best time! I have said it before and I’ll say it again, everyone needs a friend like Kim. She’s sincere, loyal, kind, smart, funny, fun - she’s the whole package!

If you know me, then you already know this: I hate Motel Kamzoil. Motel Kamzoil is the coward whose utter lack of backbone makes him the least interesting part of Fiddler on the Roof. He is a Nice Jewish Boy who spends the entirety of a three-hour movie looking like he’s about to burst into tears. To know Motel is to be exhausted. Motel is a tailor, a fa… ncG1vNJzZmirlam1s8HBoqVnq6WXwLWtwqRlnKedZL1wtYyhmK2dXaK8tbHLZqKapaqktq0%3D

Okay, I admit it. I created an inflammatory title for this post in hopes that more people would read it. Yep, I have succumbed to being a clickbait chick. But while I don’t hate Portuguese food some of my readers do. In fact, quite a few suggested I write about this topic. So today I will tell you what I really think. In doing research for this post, yes I actually do research before I write…I found this headline in The Portugal News:

First announcement (you may have guessed based on the picture) After nearly 8 years together (this time), Eric and I got married Friday night in front of the people we love most in this world. If you have read The Rocking Chair chapter of my book, Shameless, you know that this is a real live love story - a story that began in 1993 and includes a little heartbreak and a lot of healing.

Photo owned by Cartoon Network “Greetings, Frank the Human Boy,” purrs the guardian of the Dungeon of the Crystal Eye, narrowing its piss-yellow eyes. I misremembered this animal as a sphinx, but he’s unmistakably a cat, even with the purple tentacles sprouting from his back. We see his tongue first, an orange kitten-head that slithers sweetly from the mouth of the bony, blue beast, luring Finn forward. And yes, the Human Boy in question?

My name is Max Azzarello, and I am an investigative researcher who has set himself on fire outside of the Trump trial in Manhattan. This extreme act of protest is to draw attention to an urgent and important discovery: We are victims of a totalitarian con, and our own government (along with many of their allies) is about to hit us with an apocalyptic fascist world coup. These claims sound like fantastical conspiracy theory, but they are not.

If you know me, you know that evangelistic should be my #1 StrenghtsFinder strength. I do not shut up about the things I like. Books, podcasts, documentaries—about half of my sentences start with an excited “Have you seen…?!” I should get a commission for how many people I’ve convinced to buy The Lager Queen of Minnesota. I singlehandedly got our entire playgroup to watch The English Game. And I take no small amount of pride in the number of friends who’ve told me they started listening to The Dropout because I went off about Elizabeth Holmes over beers one night.

The evening before my ordination to the priesthood was full of anticipation and anxiety, the feeling one attributes to butterflies in your stomach before a first kiss. Yet, even more, similar to the eve of a wedding. Those same feelings of cold feet began to itch at my toes, and I felt like I wanted to run like the wind or maybe Julia Roberts. The somberness of the vocation I was about to undertake weighed heavily on my mind and soul.