I Feel Used
I finished a book the other day, "The Ethical Assassin" by David Liss. I picked it up a few months ago at a local bookstore for the same reason I…
Bee Surprised
Like all good Americans, I have harbored homicidal thoughts about Jerry Seinfeld over the past few weeks as he constantly reminded us that his film "Bee Movie" was coming to…
Manly Regular Guy
I generally don’t get to show off my manliness. Last week, I made up for lost time.
I like to live the easy life as much as I can. I always say that my greatest home improvement skill is writing a check. The only kind of yard work I even remotely enjoy is vacuuming leaves because I get to carry around a big machine.
And don’t even get me started on car repairs. Thank God auto manufacturers have started to make things under the hood easier to figure out or I would eventually put oil in the windshield wiper fluid container.
So imagine my surprise when I walked out to my car last Monday afternoon and saw my right rear tire almost totally flat.
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…
Happy Halloween
For the first time in several years, I won't have any Halloween costume. No one planned a party at work, and I wasn't home during trick-or-treat in town last week.…
Bread from Heaven
Some people say that marriage is more like a marathon than a sprint. If that’s the case, I won the bread portion of our marathon a few weeks ago.
For a long time, I have wanted us to get a breadmaker. Since I would have very little to do with the actual machine, the decision didn’t rest with me. I knew I would enjoy the end product, but that didn’t carry enough weight.
Maria insisted we didn’t need some contraption to make bread. She could make bread just fine on her own. And she could.