Owen Wilson married, and I’m the only pap
This afternoon, my wife and I took the boy on an afternoon drive through the mountains. Along the way, we happened by the place where we got married eight years ago next week. The...
Monthly Archive: May 2008
Double Ecco
That’s right ladies and gentlemen. It’s the time of year again. This year, I went with two pair of my favorite shoes. I bought a fresh pair of these, the shoes that have helped...
Jesus made me do it
Here on Mt. Otis, we are some of the worst excuse makers around. Ask my kid why he did something bad, and he’ll respond, “Because I did.” Ask the wife why she’s acting like...
From the “Just Sayin'” Files
I’m just sayin… If there is a quarterback controversy for your home team and the coach picks the QB for the first game of the season, do you really want the second stringer doing...
Comment spammers, Barack Obama, RFK, and Hillary
Blog comment spammers are the equivalent of the guy you catch masturbating in the car next to you at the stop light and honking his car horn. He’s not not going to get anyone’s...
I’m worth something!
My parents must have known something back on that snowy December day. As the flakes drifted around the state capitol dome, my mother took a break from folding towels and, more than a few...
Two years without Gulfman
Two years ago at this time, we knew Gulfman was dead. We’d known for a couple of days, but it wasn’t really official until May 20, 2006. In the time since he died, I’ve...
Envelope please
I’ve mentioned my buddy’s blog before. I’m sure I’ll mention it again. He writes one of the best military blogs out there. If you read nothing else today, read his story from Iraq: KIDS....
Lone survivor
Today was a hike on nearby Paris Mountain. I alternated between leading the charge and lagging behind to look a little closer of the texture of the outdoors. One thing that held my interest...
Discarded Twitter posts
Collected below are tweets that didnt make the cut on my Twitter feed. I am too lazy to get a haircut Somehow it makes me feel better that Brad Pitt has gray in his...
Big Box Blues Update
When we last left our intrepid hero (or the guy who doesn’t save receipts), he was awash in the Big Box Blues. I figured I’d offer some resolution. Turns out, after all the work...
You don’t work there anymore
About twice a month, I look across at my wife as she sits on the computer steaming about one thing or another related to the local television news industry. “You don’t work there anymore,”...
Big box blues
I hate this part. There was a time when my not-yet-atrophied heart thought about the romantic nature of gift-buying. I would spend hours looking for the perfect gift, from a jeweler similar to this...