May Day can mean different things, depending on who you are. For some it’s a time to dance around a pole with ribbons (I never understood why). For some it’s a cry of distress. In old Russia, it was a time to celebrate. It still is for the Klan.
I called the [...]
I don’t have a camera on my cell phone. I’m probably about the only person left who doesn’t. Besides the fact that I am somewhat of a purist (phones are for contacting someone, not taking pictures, playing games, or surfing the web), I just never saw the point. I’ve gotten through almost [...]
You could have knocked me over with a feather from the response I got from my recent post about gas prices cramping mine and the attorney’s style.
I wrote the post mostly as a way of expressing my feelings “out loud.” Doing so generally gives me some perspective; either confirming my feelings or giving me a [...]
George Bush is fucking up my relationship.
Technically it’s oil prices that’s fucking things up. But it’s not like he’s connected.
Gas around here hit $3.25 today. Last time I saw it that high was in 2005 after Katrina. It went to $3.30 then. That’s the highest I have ever seen gasoline. [...]
Nothing meaningful to this post. Just a slice.
The attorney and I have decided we’re going to take lessons and join a rowing club.
I don’t mean just paddling through a creek rowing. (Although doesn’t Jake look adorable doing it?) I mean gliding across a lake in a skinny little boat on a four or [...]
I sleep next to the window.
I don’t know whether its because I can look up into the sky at night or that I look up into the sky at night because I sleep next to the window.
Either way, I sleep next to the window. And I always have.
I think that when I was a very [...]
Anniversary plans always go a little wrong on TV shows.
Fred buys Wilma a piano for their anniversary and it turns out to be stolen. Ricky gets a female friend to hold Lucy’s anniversary pearls and Lucy thinks they are having an affair.
And so how it goes in real life sometimes: Tony plans a [...]
Just a thirty-two year-old Tennessee mountain man, taking it one day at a time.
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