Archive for October, 2010
Tethered
Two things. First Thing: my parents can’t do anything right. Three weeks before that photo was taken they announced they were calling it quits after thirty-some odd years of perfect marital bliss. They were throwing in the towel, throwing down the gauntlet, and throwing it all away. Which was apparently easier than throwing each other through the living room window.
Jill Does Life
When you meet someone and immediately click because your humor and whacked out propensity to speak in third-person is just like theirs, you know you’ve met greatness. Or a clone. Or a cell mate in the asylum. Well, that’s my pal Jill. We met almost three years ago and have been a daily dose of hilarity and Hang In There
Reads That Moved
I’ve gotten pretty sick and tired of myself lately, and, believe it or not, that realization is precisely what motivated me to write about reading. I spend a lot of time on writing, or blogging, or working on one of the books in process. There’s the whole social networking fact of life and business anymore and, truly, I have a
Masks
“They’re not dishonest…they’re just young.” And then my memory stepped sideways one pace to cross twenty-some odd years ago to a drive through the mountains of Colorado. We were making our way back from a weekend with friends and were several hours past everything we could think to talk about. Some fell asleep to pass the time while others fell
Hot Tomato Heaven
You’d be surprised how much flack a person gets just because they happen to mention they’re going to make a hot tomato pie almost from scratch. And it’s a crying shame too. There you are, working your fingers to the bone…day in and day out, pushing the boulder uphill, only to be mocked outright for partaking in one of life’s
Put Down The Drill and Step Away From the Project
Like all visits to the emergency room for compound fractures and multiple stitches, today’s cascade into a New Dimension Of Pissed Off began with the installation of the pet door. Tools required: 3/8” drill bit, a saw I don’t know the exact name of but which I have, a level which I consider a tool for sissies and refuse to
