Book Review: Candy Everybody Wants
Even though I know better, I am putty in the hands of book marketers sometimes. "Candy Everybody Wants" by Josh Kilmer-Purcell stands as a perfect example. All the marketing department…
A Day at the Beach
My big mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. That should not shock anyone. I have learned over the years, however, to not promise things I might not do.
I did not follow that guideline earlier this summer during a conversation with my daughter. She loves our family’s annual beach week as much as I do, so I told her we could make plans to head down to the beach for a day trip sometime.
I didn’t regret things at that point. When I saw a free Saturday on our schedule and proposed the trip, I felt a little guilty, but not enough to worry.
At that point, I felt fully confident I could get organized and pull off the trip. My only concerns at that point were ones out of my hands, specifically bad weather or rough surf which would keep us from enjoying the actual ocean.
Stop Bugging Me
We visited my wife’s mother recently and spent our usual amount of time sitting outside and talking. They have some really nice shaded areas around the house, and we had a really nice day.
At one point, a solitary bug was, well, bugging me. I could see him very clearly fly a few feet away when I swatted at him before returning to hover around my leg again.
Normally, this would not bother me that much, but I really wanted to get rid of this little bugger. He was quick, however, and I never really got him. I did manage to squash one critter who landed on my wife’s leg.
In the end, I didn’t worry too much about it because I have a special superpower which comes in handy during the summer months. Bugs don’t bite me.
Oh, (Big) Brother!
At this point of the summer, I usually find myself filled with opinions on the latest news from the CBS reality show "Big Brother." This is only series in the…
Where’s My Midlife Crisis?
Someone I know showed off a restoration project he has recently undertaken. As he told me about his plans, he mentioned that someone called the enterprise his “mid-life crisis.”
I had to laugh because he’s a little older than I am. Since I don’t think I have officially had a mid-life crisis, either I’m off on life expectancy or I need to play catch-up on this concept.
This whole idea really only comes to mind because I turn 44 today. I have no problem admitting that in public because I don’t get too worried about my chronological age. After all, my maturity has steadily floated between 13 and 19 for decades.
‘Dog Days’ Quite a Relief
Sometimes when I take my daughter to a movie, I have to grit my teeth at the end when she talks about how she liked it. I don't question her…
My primer on Olympic Freestyle Wrestling
Since I follow international wrestling, some people have asked me about my thoughts on the Olympic competition. Men's freestyle, which starts tomorrow, is the area where I pay the most…
Not a Hoarder
Like many people, I look at those TV shows which focus on hoarders and laugh. I wonder how anyone could live like that. Then I head into our basement and…
Things I Hate About the Olympic Live Stream
The events are delayed by enough time that it's impossible to be on Twitter at the same time without possibly seeing a score ahead of time Buffering There are no…
Taco Time
Sometimes I have trouble focusing. I may have an important problem and can’t figure out the proper solution. I might have a number of projects due at the same time. I also might have friends who disparage foods I like and need to focus on setting them straight.
I don’t know how all of these really started. From my best recollection and sleuthing through my online interactions, it seems as if someone I know posted an article which criticized hard tacos. Someone else agreed. That’s where I had to step in.
I could not stand by and let someone say that hard tacos did not really count as tacos. Why would anyone say something like that?