A sporadic blog about everyday life that should never, ever be taken too seriously.
For Sale: Ancient Toro Snowblower $5 OBO I’ve had it with this thing. Not only is it three times my weight, this fussy beast also puts off a fuel scent so potent that it lingers on your body after multiple showers. You might get your driveway cleared if this finicky clunker miraculously holds it together, …
People often talk about the passing of habits and hobbies through generations. Your mom stored coffee grounds in the refrigerator, so that’s what you do. Your Dad loved Fords, so now you’re loyal too. My dad grew up sailing with his family, so he taught his kids to sail as well. In our early years, …
I had an interesting conversation last night. A relatively deep, caring dialogue with the produce guy at Hornbacher’s. He’s a real peach. (Sorry, couldn’t resist.) But, seriously let me first explain where this is stemming from (whoops! There I go again.) I’ve been struggling with small talk. Not making it or engaging in it. Mainly just …
This weekend marks the 5-year anniversary of putting down my favorite childhood dog, Bullet. I know I’ve written about this black lab before, but I was telling a friend the other day that Hines has some of the same characteristics that Bullet did, and in fact, I’ve always believed that maybe – maybe – Hines …
How do you define a runner? Is it their gear? Their 10K time? Is it judged by the furthest distance run, or the number of races completed? Or, are only the ones who flirt with being addicted considered true runners? You know – those who love it, have a compiled list of personal records and talk …
I wrote this a few years ago. Since I have a hand full of new readers and this bit was so well-liked, I figured there would be no harm in posting it again. Happy V-day! ~~~ I hate Valentine’s Day. Single or not, the day may be the worst holiday ever celebrated. My dislike for …
Remember that “damn dog” I was complaining about mid-March? (See “Puppy Love = Tough Love“) That’d be my brother’s Labrador retriever. At the time, I expressed an unbearable amount of frustration towards an animal in the process of being trained. During that very long, lengthy, drawn-out process (which lasted for an extended amount of time), …
Few things are as memorable as how embarrassing your parents used to seem. It used to be mortifying to even be seen with your parents – as if all the other kids grew from a special plant in their backyard. You didn’t want any of your friends to know you had parents! Especially your parents …