Reunited with Alexa and it feels so good.

I got back from my work trip Friday afternoon and immediately went home, as I'd put in a bunch of extra hours in the evenings. This allowed me to sit on the patio and relax, despite the heat and humidity. I soldiered through with cold beer and music. I was happy to be reunited with … Continue reading Reunited with Alexa and it feels so good.

Very tall margaritas help you roll with the punches.

I've been posting photos of my trip on Instagram, because I'm an attention whore I like to share my adventures with others. Monday afternoon, I posted a pic of a dirt road I'd been driving down to IG and got an interesting response. "Doesn't seem real!" a friend named Amy replied to my story. I … Continue reading Very tall margaritas help you roll with the punches.

You know it’s summer when Spidey starts chafing.

How do you define the official start of summer? If you're the literal type, you might look to the calendar and say, June 21st. Others count the first picnic, first barbecue, first camping trip, first time it hits 80º, first time you're attacked by mosquitoes. For us, summer arrives the moment we hit the water … Continue reading You know it’s summer when Spidey starts chafing.

Bring Your Betsy to Work Day

A few months ago, Betsy Kerekes—a/k/a Parenting Is Funny—was eliciting suggestions for a new blog name. Sure, parenting is funny, but these days, she writes more about Jiu-Jitsu. I get a real kick out of that. / martial arts humor. In any case, my suggestion got the most votes, so I "won" the "contest." I … Continue reading Bring Your Betsy to Work Day

The further on the edge, the hotter the intensity.

My parents were supposed to be visiting this week. They made it as far as Dallas Friday night before a confluence of events wreaked havoc with those plans. Thunderstorms, diverted flights, planes without crews to fly them. And then, the coup de grace: cancelled flights. They ended up sleeping on the floor of the airport, … Continue reading The further on the edge, the hotter the intensity.

Or are you just happy to see me?

A few weeks ago, I noticed a rather large bulge in my pants. "Is that a phone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" my wife asked. "Err...it's a phone in my pocket," I said, and whipped it out to show her. (THE PHONE, people! Sheesh. Clamor down.) This was certainly … Continue reading Or are you just happy to see me?

Eyeroll for the Autograph

Colorado really is a different state of mind. The "Rocky Mountain high" jokes just write themselves. We had a pretty great weekend getaway. Many highlights, but Built to Spill the first night had to be tops. We even got Doug Martsch to sign a concert poster for us. Had to endure an eye roll to … Continue reading Eyeroll for the Autograph

The day a notorious mobster taught me how to make pasta sauce.

I was saddened to hear the news that Ray Liotta passed away today. But I was downright mortified by my friend Ashley's response. You know what? I was salty! I was a freakin' container of Morton's Iodized because Goodfellas is probably my all-time favorite movie, and Ray Liotta's portrayal of notorious mobster-turned-FBI-informant Henry Hill is … Continue reading The day a notorious mobster taught me how to make pasta sauce.

Our tomatoes survived the big chill better than Kevin Costner.

It's been cold here. So cold, we had record lows the past two nights. At one point Saturday, my wipers were beating furiously to keep snow from accumulating on my windshield. Believe it or not, snow in May isn't all that unusual here. Most years, we at least get a dusting. But usually at the … Continue reading Our tomatoes survived the big chill better than Kevin Costner.

Screw the Joneses; I’m letting my dandelions grow!

For years, I've had a love/hate relationship with dandelions. Admittedly, it was light on love. OK, fine. A hate/hate relationship. Whatevs. I don't want to be dramatic and say dandelions were the bane of my existence, but then again, subtlety has never been my strong suit. Let's just say I devoted a lot of time … Continue reading Screw the Joneses; I’m letting my dandelions grow!