There are literally dozens of readers of my blog.Dozens. And I appreciate every single one of you. As a loyal reader, you already know a few things about me: I’m a Girl-Dad. I’m a grown-ass man. I know absolutely nothing about women. Now before you nod in agreement — I have learned things about women. … Continue reading Big Big Difference
Category: Ramblings
The Little Kernal That Could NOT – redone
So … (Yeah. I did it again. And yes — I know it drives some of you crazy when I start a post like that. You’re welcome.) I’m standing in the kitchen.Pajama pants.One sock.No plan for the evening other than carbs. The popcorn machine is whirring like it’s powering a small village.We’ve got one of … Continue reading The Little Kernal That Could NOT – redone
Enough Is Enough
Me? I’ve had it. Enough. Seriously. I bet he’s enjoying himself.I bet he’s down there right now… kicked back… feet up… cozy in his little burrow Airbnb… central heat, zero wind chill… surrounded by woodland buddies. Probably sipping hot cocoa. Looking outside. Laughing. LAUGHING. AT US. We’ve been good to him. We gave him a … Continue reading Enough Is Enough
I’m not a picky eater.
I'm a grown ass man. I know what I like. I know what I don’t like. The research phase portion of my life is over. And as a grown-ass man, I don’t have to eat anything I don’t want. Isn’t that the whole point of surviving childhood. Now apparently… As a grown-ass man, I’m also … Continue reading I’m not a picky eater.
Three Songs, One Playlist, and the Slow Death of Youth
I do a lot of driving. Not in a “Fast & Furious” way. More in a “middle-aged man silently evaluating his life at red lights” kind of way. Driving isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s actually one of the last socially acceptable ways to be alone. Just you… The road… And the radio. Or nowadays, … Continue reading Three Songs, One Playlist, and the Slow Death of Youth
On Probation
A Double Secret Probation. I love Milton. I really do. I’ve been here 25 years. That’s not a weekend visit. That’s not a “we’re thinking about moving here.” That’s two and a half decades of property taxes, town events and parades and waving at people I don’t remember meeting. Milton is the perfect town size: … Continue reading On Probation
Winter Is a Personal Attack
There was a time not so long ago when I didn’t mind the cold. In fact, one might say I embraced it. Even more than that, I didn’t mind the extreme cold. For, when I was young, winter meant one thing – it meant that Spring was around the corner and with that came track. … Continue reading Winter Is a Personal Attack
All These Years
Santa Claus ….. The Easter Bunny ….. The Tooth Fairy …. See, these are plausible. Believable even. As a young boy growing up in the 60s and 70s, I was raised in a culture to believe in things that I couldn’t understand. But I knew it. I just knew it. If Santa Claus didn’t exist … Continue reading All These Years
Who Is This Guy, Anyway?
Let’s talk about this “Frank” guy. Yeah… that Frank. The one everybody suddenly wants to be right before they drop a truth bomb in your lap. You know the line: “Can I be Frank?” Which basically translates to: “Hey, brace yourself, because I’m about to tell you something you didn’t ask for and may not … Continue reading Who Is This Guy, Anyway?
The Good ‘Ole Days
I’ve always been fascinated by history. Not just people and places, but I’m also fascinated by where something came from. Maybe it’s an object or something that happened and I want to know the origin of where it came from. Or perhaps it’s a phrase that we use in our own culture. As you might … Continue reading The Good ‘Ole Days
