No Podcast
I won't have a podcast this week because I have had trouble lining up a guest. I had one kind of lined up, but the e-mail exchange seems to have…
ITEOTWAWKI: Three Years and Counting
Last week marked three years since I have seen R.E.M. play live. On the "Around the Sun" tour, I headed up to New Jersey and caught them at The Borgata…
You Reap What You Sow
When the news about “Kid Nation” started to come out around its September premiere, one of the items always mentioned was a complaint filed by Janis Miles, a Georgia mother, alleging child abuse on the set of the reality show.
Her daughter Divad was splattered with grease while cooking potatoes. Thanks to the magic of television, America is finally starting to see how this story unfolded and understanding why Janis Miles got so upset. And it had nothing to do with grease splatters.
Peanut Butter Jelly Time
I came home the other day to an empty house. Maria had not yet returned from dropping Bridget off at her Brownie meeting so I had some time to relax before I ate.
Two nights a week, I have to fend for myself. Bridget has to leave for activities before I get home so we don’t get to eat as a family. Sometimes, Maria has made something for all of us, and I heat it up. But most times, I make myself dinner, which is fine.
This was one of those nights. I like to take some time to think about it before I have to hop in the car and go pick Bridget up. Like a lot of times when I think about my meal, I get distracted easily and don’t eat right away.
Maria came home, and we sat on the couch watching episodes of “Scrubs” for about the 23rd time. At some point, I had a brilliant idea.
I asked my wife to make me a sandwich. Well, I thought it was a great idea.
I Accept the Challenge
I remember going out to breakfast at like 3 in the morning once in college. One place had a huge breakfast special that I hadn't seen anyone ever finish. I…